The sword is the first of a hundred soldiers, and the warrior who can be the king in the field of the sword is naturally the supreme in the world.

Jiang Poxiao and Ye Junlin looked at each other, and endless sword qi surged from the bodies of the two of them. It's like two waterfalls, from the cliff, rushing down, and then the water splashes the whole dust.

Ye Junlin swung his sword and killed it, and the raging flames that spread from the Red Flame Sword illuminated this small space.

Jiang Poxiao slowly wiped his saber with an indifferent expression. Even though the young man in front of him has a 'natural talent', after all, there is a difference of decades between him and him.

In the world of cultivating mysteries, the gap in the realm is sometimes the most difficult to make up.

Ye Junlin's long sword swept through the air, and the four sword qi was like four galloping fire dragons, devouring towards Jiang Poxiao.

Jiang Poxiao looked at the four fire dragons, and his face that had experienced vicissitudes of life finally showed a look of attention. His right hand clenched the 'Whirlwind Sword', and with a seemingly random swing, several wind blades shot out, slicing the four dragons into pieces.

The fire slowly fell to the ground, just like fireworks after a brilliant firework.

Ye Junlin's face was slightly moved, and the person who could break his attack with a sword in his hand was definitely one of the people at the peak of this 'Chixiao Mortal Domain'.

Jiang Poxiao's patience is very good, the depth of the years has already smoothed out the anger on his body, compared to young people like Ah Er, Ah San and Ye Junlin, he is not only better in cultivation, but also in life experience.

"Breaking the wind!"

"Slash the iron!"

The colorful Xuan Qi surged on Ye Junlin's body, and with Ye Junlin's swift swing, the two sword rays, like two bright pearls, rushed towards Jiang Poxiao.

Jiang Poxiao looked at Ye Junlin, who had already begun to be restless, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. I secretly thought in my heart: "What a young man is, although his combat power is good, his temper still needs to be sharpened!"

Jiang Poxiao thought about it, and the 'Whirlwind Sword' in his hand was raised again, and a purple light cluster emanated from his body, bursting out with an incomparably powerful momentum.

That was the power of the wind attribute mystical power.

"Wind Slash!"

Jiang Poxiao swung out a sword, several gusts of wind, like a flying blade, and in just an instant, Ye Junlin swung out two sword lights on his forehead, splitting into a cloud of shattered light.

This time, it was finally Ye Junlin's turn to be shocked.

Since he launched the 'Black Stone Mine', Ye Junlin's combat career has been like a grassland horse, a horse and a flat river. Although there were some minor accidents, on the whole, it went very smoothly.

The life was too smooth, and Ye Junlin's original 'carefulness' was almost exhausted, and unconsciously, Ye Junlin began to become arrogant and even a little conceited.

Fan Jun found out about this, but he didn't break it. What he wants is an opportunity like this to teach Ye Junlin a good lesson.

Jiang Poxiao's wind blade continued to drive straight in, and in an instant, he came to Ye Junlin's face.

Ye Junlin was not afraid or avoided, and let the wind blade fly towards him, but in his heart, he silently operated the 'Sword Qi Divine Skill'.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The purple wind blade slammed into Ye Junlin's 'Sword Qi Armor', and two crisp sounds resounded in the ears of the two of them.

Ye Junlin patted his chest, looking quite arrogant.

"But that's it!" Ye Junlin sneered.

"Hey—" Fan Jun sighed slightly, obviously, he was extremely sorry for Ye Junlin's 'arrogance'.

"Hmph!" Jiang Poxiao sneered, and his originally dignified expression became relaxed. For such an arrogant young man, he is still sure to defeat him.

The purple grand light flourished, and in the small space blocked by Fan Jun, there was suddenly a strong wind overflowing.

Ye Junlin felt this wind, and vaguely, if he had a feeling.

However, Jiang Poxiao didn't give him the slightest time to perceive, because he was already holding a sharp sword and rushed over.

Jiang Poxiao jumped high, and on the 'Whirlwind Sword' in his hand, countless wind blades shot straight towards Ye Junlin with his swing.

These wind blades seem to be a little different from those just now, because there seems to be some unusual light dancing on these wind blades.

Ye Junlin found out about this, but he didn't take it to heart, because he arrogantly believed that under the defense of the 'Sword Qi Divine Skill', it would be difficult for these wind blades to cause him harm.

However, he was wrong.

Jiang Poxiao's wind blade, although it could not cause damage to him, exploded violently when it collided with his sword qi armor.

Ye Junlin's body was directly blown away by countless small explosions.

The corners of Jiang Poxiao's mouth rose slightly, because this was the moment he was waiting for.

Jiang Poxiao saw the opportunity, his thin body, and jumped up again, and on his 'Whirlwind Sword', more purple wind blades surged. The swarthy 'Whirlwind Sword', like a monstrous blade, slashed straight at Ye Junlin's chest and abdomen.

If this sword slashes into Ye Junlin's body, I am afraid that if he does not die, he will also be seriously injured.

Ye Junlin naturally would not sit still, and the colorful Xuan Qi surged again, just like the tumbling clouds.

"Sword Qi Divine Skill. ”

"Golden Dragon Shield Technique. ”

"Netherworld Armor. ”

Ye Junlin did not hesitate to show the 'defensive mystery' he had learned.

Jiang Poxiao was slightly surprised, he didn't expect this young man to learn so many mystical skills.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The 'Whirlwind Sword' fell heavily, and the shield condensed by the golden dragon was instantly cut into pieces after a roar. The 'Whirlwind Sword' continued to fall, and the armor made of the condensed seven-colored Xuan Qi also shattered.

Now, the only thing that can protect Ye Junlin is the inner armor made of sword qi condensation.

Ye Junlin was a little arrogant, but he was not stupid.

Just as Jiang Poxiao was strategizing and trying to defeat him, he was also doing the same thing.

At this time, both his and Jiang Poxiao's bodies were falling from mid-air, and it was quite difficult to move.

However, just because it's hard to move doesn't mean you can't move.

A smile bloomed on Ye Junlin's face.

In the next moment, on his back, two purple wings were displayed. Ye Junlin's body was suspended in mid-air, and then countless sword rays mixed with flames blasted towards Jiang Poxiao.

Countless swords, like fireflies flowing in the sky, rushed to fly straight towards Jiang Poxiao.

Jiang Poxiao's expression was as usual, and the 'Whirlwind Sword' in his hand actually broke away from his right hand and spun in mid-air. The purple wind blade was mixed with sharp sword qi, and as it continued to rotate, it finally condensed into a two-color disc.

Just like the purple Taiji array.

The countless sword rays that Ye Junlin swung out, the moment they collided with the Taiji Diagram Array, were thrown in all directions like a meteor shower.

Ye Junlin's heart began to become more violent, from the beginning of the battle to the present, he has been pressed and beaten, and he has hardly taken any advantage. This made him extremely uneasy.

Jiang Poxiao looked at Ye Junlin, who had already begun to 'mess up', and finally a smile appeared on his face.

If the opponent is in chaos, then he must be the one who benefits.

Ye Junlin's figure landed, and his purple wings were retracted on his back.

Then, a monstrous sword aura surged from his body, and he seemed to bet the victory or defeat on the final blow.

"Sword one, breaking the wind. ”

"Sword two, slash souls. ”

The red flames were thin, mixed with sharp sword qi, and they surged out. Along with Xiao Lang, there was also an invisible sword qi attack.

The smile on Jiang Poxiao's old face flashed.

In his hand, endless sword qi was also surging.

"Wind escape, wind sword technique. ”

Jiang Poxiao held the 'Wind Sword' in both hands and swung it fiercely at the crimson thin Lang. At that moment, in the small space, several roaring tornadoes suddenly appeared, and together with that sword qi, they devoured towards Ye Junlin.

Originally, Jiang Poxiao had a certain chance of winning, but he lost.

He didn't lose in the fighting attitude, what he lost was in his Xuanli attribute.

Ye Junlin's 'Wind Breaking Style', as the name suggests, is itself a mysterious technique that can tear through the wind. So when Jiang Poxiao swung out the tornado, when it encountered that crimson thin Lang, it was instantly smashed.

Several tornadoes, like several wind dragons, were instantly cut off by a crimson blade.

Then, never again.

That invisible sword qi rushed into Jiang Poxiao's sea of knowledge, like a naughty little monkey, turning his sea of knowledge upside down.

Jiang Poxiao held his head and rolled on the ground in pain.

Then the back of the Grim Reaper, shrouded over him. Ye Junlin's sword pierced into his heart, and then, there was no more