Feeling the strong aura fluctuating from the other party, Feng Ren just smiled coldly: "It seems that this time I have indeed found the right position." I don't think that even the powerhouses of the Nineteen Kings Hall can be used as suspicious soldiers, and the current Earth Inner Demon Clan in this plane must not be able to come up with such a skill, right?"

"Judging from your words, it seems that you have chased all the way from the territory of the Heavenly Dome Blue Dragon, right? That night, it seems that you did not notice your existence. But whatever it is, it is worth praising to be able to find this place at this time. It's a pity that the only reward for you is death, and you come to find death yourself. ”

The Dust King Hall laughed playfully, the horizontal thin sword circulated in the sunlight, and the shining blade could be faintly seen covered with countless tiny serrations, if it was hit, it would definitely leave a very painful wound.

Not only does he have a penchant for killing, but he also likes to torture his opponents, and if it weren't for that, the task of obtaining the essence blood of the Warcraft Royal Clan and the Royal Family would not have been handed over to him as the main action.

Glancing at Sikong Qiao'er who put down the big bow in the distance, Feng Ren asked in a deep voice, "The one over there, but Qingyue of the Seventh King's Palace?"

Hearing this, the smile of the Dust King Hall was even more cruel: "Oh, I know a lot." Can I guess again, you actually knew each other before? So that's right, wait a minute, after I cripple you, let her do the final blow. ”

As if hearing this sentence, Sikong Qiao'er in the distance was slightly stunned, glanced up at this side and quickly looked away, as if he was very entangled.

It seems that Qiao'er is a little involuntarily. Judging from the previous things, if she is a spy, she is too defenseless, and she didn't show any flaws in that situation. What is the truth of all this, I am afraid that it is impossible to know without asking him face to face. First of all, let's solve the guy in front of me first. ”

The thought in his heart quickly passed by, and the five fingers of Feng Ren holding the hilt of the sword added a few more strengths. He could also deduce that what was in front of him was still not all of the team that attacked the Heavenly Dome Blue Dragon Demon Clan, and the remaining real key people were very likely to be in the abyss crack of the Frost Crystal Mountain Range at this moment, using the fire of the leylines to refine or forge the demon suppression key.

It's been a few days late, and I'm afraid there's not much time left.

"By the way, you haven't asked who you are?"

The sound of scolding and sword roaring sounded at the same time, Feng Ren took the lead, and the sword that fell was pitch black and trembling in the void, and the undead resentment surged and condensed a sharp chill.

Ping!

Raising his hand and casually slashing his sword was to provoke this move, and the Dust King Hall shook his body and shifted to his side, slashing his backhand, and hummed at the same time: "Eighth King Palace, Dust Remains." Remember this name and bury your demon powerhouse. ”

Bite!

The side-raised blade swept away the opponent's thin sword, Feng Ren stepped forward in the void, and the pitch-black sword blade that rose sideways swept it flatly, and it was a direct move to cut the opponent in two.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed!"

Clang!

The two swords collided, and the splashing firelight was instantly extinguished in the turbulent wind, and their eyes were close to each other, which aroused a battle intent that shone more brightly than the sword light, and the surging power that penetrated into the sword blade from the palm of the hand roared at the same time.

The wind suddenly swept hundreds of invisible mangs, and the two figures that were separated in an instant retreated only more than ten meters before they rushed out again almost at the same time, and the swords danced and collided again, and the bright cold light was sheng, looking from afar, like two meteors rotating and lingering together, spiraling upward.

Looking up at the fierce sword fight in the sky, Sikong Qiao'er pursed her lips tightly, her heart trembled, and finally closed her eyes and twisted her head to the side, and a few points of crystal fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Brother, you must live......"

Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping! Ping!

Countless illusion sword shadows slashed in the void, the ripples were slightly flooded in an instant, but they were silent, and the two swords that clashed were incomparably fast, and the chess met the opponent, and the bright silver rainbow and the deep pitch black were intertwined with a piece of brilliance.

In the blink of an eye, ten moves have passed, whether it is wind toughness or dust wreckage palace is a little surprised in his heart, there has been no opponent who can fight like this for a long time, the speed and sharpness are equal to each other, accurate judgment and reaction power seem to have a tacit understanding, one move and one move to see the move, no one can earn half a point cheap.

"Good guy, it could be that he is a disciple of the Cloud Sword lineage, and he actually has such a sword attainment. It's just that for you humans, the essence of the true use of the sword will never be understood. ”

Suddenly, the Dust King Hall smiled strangely, the tip of the sword was pulled out from under the sharp blade of the Dark Chasing Blade, and the distance was instantly widened as soon as he retreated, and the moment he raised the thin sword in his hand, a circle of scarlet ripples suddenly rose in the void, soaring into the sky and condensing into a giant sword more than 100 meters long, slashing across the sky.

"That's just this level, I'm embarrassed to claim to be powerful, and one more thing, I'm not a Cloud Sword lineage, but a dragon soul in the Ancient Nine Clans!"

As if to prove this, Feng Ren did not use his sword to meet the attack, but suddenly grasped the five fingers of his left hand, and the pitch-black leaping flames dragged on the palm of his hand, and threw it, the roaring pitch-black fire suddenly turned into a fierce flame dragon, and the scorching flame of destruction exploded directly into the sword slash.

Thundered!

The scorching waves were crisscrossing, the pitch-black fire was fluttering and cracking, and on top of the sword that was broken inch by inch, a figure fell rapidly, and the aftermath of the slashing thin sword was another awe-inspiring slash.

Ping!

The two swords touched again, Feng Ren retreated at just one point, and his body was extremely dexterous under the trembling of the ten wings, shaking his body to avoid the dust wreck palace and slashing at the same time as he swept over, and the moment his figures staggered past each other, he stabbed his waist with a backhand sword.

Bite!

The same backhand sword stabbed obliquely, the tips of the swords touched each other and splashed fire, and the roaring sword momentum instantly dissipated due to the distance between each other's bodies.

As soon as the figure stopped turning, the Dust King Hall looked at Feng Ren, who was also adjusting his body not far away, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled: "Interesting, as a dragon soul lineage, you are not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also control the power of such a pure dark attribute, you are really an outlier." If I'm not mistaken, it's definitely not a descendant disciple, I'm afraid that an existence like you will become the target of their jealousy and opposition, and it won't be recognized, right?"

"Whether it's or not, it's none of your business. Human affairs do not need the intervention of the Inner Demons. If you're done with nonsense, go ahead. The fight was just a warm-up, and I haven't used my full strength yet. The wind snorted, and a few traces of pitch black filled the pale blue wings behind him, gradually staining the blurred light of the wings into pitch black.

"I haven't used all my strength either, as for whether I will use it later, it all depends on your ability. The more he can struggle with his prey, the more I like it, and the more I want to see his gradual despair in his own powerlessness, and completely destroy it. And you, are a very good prey. Dance your way to your heart's content, then feel your actual weakness, and finally despair!"

The Dust King Hall smiled, his body suddenly danced, the tip of the sword carved a series of silver rainbow tracks in the void, the seven-pointed star pattern of the magic circle engraved under the sky, the strange power instantly awakened the forbidden power across the plane, and the gloomy energy roared to condense the desperate edge.

The martial arts of the demon clan in the center of the earth, the devouring of souls is disillusioned.

"I'd like to see how you plan to take this sword. ”

The long hair floated gently in the wind, Feng Ren felt the cold sword qi transmitted, and closed his eyes at this moment, and raised his five fingers in his left hand to form a seal knot, and a circle of bright cold light lingered and rotated under the palm of his hand, and the illusory sword shadow condensed and roared, and trembled dimly, and in an instant, there were thousands more, and the deep cold sword shadows of different shapes were suspended.

Holy martial arts, ten thousand swords surrendered.

"I haven't lost a few sword encounters. Especially after - after understanding this trick!"

With a wave of his hand, all he opened again was the shadow of the sword, engraved in the middle of his eyes, full of coldness.

The sword roared and flickered, and the sword gang that shot out of it continued to form a formation, and the resonance roared between heaven and earth in the fierce hiss, and the phantoms of different shapes shook in a blur, but faintly gathered into a sharp sword, an indestructible sword of deep cold.

"Who wins and who loses, you will know in a moment. Ignorant humans, resign yourself to your fate. ”

The Dust King Hall sighed disdainfully, the slashing sword tip finally stopped, and the strange magic circle was completely condensed, as the cold blade hooked a little, the moment the sword tip passed through the middle of the halo, the dark red huge sword gang shot down in the air, the cold aura rolled wildly, and the overwhelming disaster chill was like a death demon awakened from the abyss devouring all living beings, wreaking havoc on any life.

This sword, he is full of confidence, even the other kings of the Inner Demon Clan dare not underestimate it, it has made countless strong people scar and hate, where is the turn of the human race to confront it head-on?

Ping Pong –

Jian Gang slammed and stabbed, the crisp sound of cracking echoed through the sky, and the fierce chill clashed with each other, and finally only one continued to roar, but it erupted again, and the sharp sword intent of the whistle rose up again and raged.

The shattered dark red sword gang was reflected in the disbelief in the eyes of the Dust King Palace, everything was only a moment, until the moment when the wind tenacity swung the condensed deep cold sword gang in front of him, the burst of cold made him suddenly come back to his senses, the blow that was bound to be won just now, but it was himself who lost.

"It can't be!"

The roar went straight to the sky, and a sword held together in both hands slashed the aftermath of the sword gang, but when he gasped slightly, he found that there was no wind and tough figure in his sight, and at the same time, a little sword intent that appeared out of thin air was shocked behind him.

"The sword move is called Ten Thousand Swords Surrender, and in front of it, any sword move is inferior, let alone the moves of an evil demon like yours. The sword man's heart blade is definitely not born for killing, this is my sword, my way! This sword fight, from the beginning you have no chance of winning!"

Ping!

The two swords have not known how many times they have clashed, but this time it is no longer evenly matched, the trembling thin sword in the hands of the Dust King Hall hummed non-stop, it seemed to be afraid, it seemed to be timid, and the aftermath of the sword split just now also began to rage between the fingers of his palms, and the sharp pain of the tears spread to the ten fingers of both hands, and the blood marks suddenly cracked, and scarlet overflowed from between the fingers.

As soon as his figure retreated and fell, even if he was unwilling, he couldn't reverse the defeat at this moment.

The largest spread of the ten wings suspended in the air, looking down at the fallen and defeated Dust King Hall below, Feng Ren did not swing his sword in pursuit, but raised his left hand again, and the jet-black delicate flame lotus quietly bloomed on the palm of his hand, and he threw it at will, but it was a monstrous sea of fire that roared down.

Sou!

At the same moment, a whistling arrow was inserted into the sea of flames, and the flying petals of the flame lotus flower were instantly pierced through several flowers, and in the wave of extinguished flames, the sharp chill tore open a brief gap.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, the Dust King Hall hurriedly turned around, and the corners of his robe were contaminated and turned into ashes, but his body was finally detached from the raging heat, and he barely managed to escape.

In the distance, Sikong Qiao'er held a big bow, feeling the wind and tenacity, and his whole body trembled again when his gaze came.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I don't want to be your enemy, but I must not watch him be killed......"

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