At a certain time and night on a certain day, the historical giant took a nap for some reason, and the cold heart of the eternal years lightly picked up the microwave, sprinkling several people in different time and space.

At the mountain gate of the Dao League, Xuan Jizi suddenly felt palpitations when he looked north, and then someone sent back the bad news, the outer spirit and demon teleportation array was destroyed by the demon hunter, and the monks guarding the entrance of the cross-border teleportation array had gone to the opposite side to strengthen their precautions, and the Light Dao Alliance transferred elite reinforcements.

Hearing this news, Xuanjizi sighed and sighed with some emotion in his heart.

The source of emotion is in two places, one is that it is not easy to fight on the battlefield, and after a hundred years of fierce battles, spiritual cultivation has paid so many costs, but it still can't completely wipe out the demon hunter. Now, the internal turmoil in the Dao League is difficult, the inventory and other matters are at a critical juncture, Xuan Jizi needs to sit at the mountain gate, and several elders are ready to go to Xiantai, and this kind of thing is happening

It's tough, but I can't help but hold on.

Without delay, Xuan Jizi dispatched troops and drew troops from those who were already not well-off, so as to ensure the safety of the cross-border teleportation array. At the same time, he did not forget to send a special envoy to contact Tianjizi, Xuan Lingzi, Le Hongtao and others who had gone to the outer regions before, and told them to be cautious, rather conservative than to make mistakes because they were in a hurry.

Compared with this bad news, another thing made Xuan Jizi feel a little comforted, and his frowning brows stretched a lot.

"Being able to perceive this matter immediately shows that the cultivation of this seat is becoming more and more profound, and it has been able to get a glimpse of the heavens. ”

Wolf Castle, the war is raging, thousands of miles are full of wolf smoke, thousands of monks catch and fight, countless formations, demon beasts, talismans, magic weapons are flying in the air, and the roar is mighty for three thousand miles, as if the world is destroyed.

Summing up the previous wars of Canglang and the Outer Regions since the New Era, the scale, danger, tragedy, and casualties of the decisive battle of Wolf Castle cannot be ranked in the top ten, if it is more influential. Firmly in the top five.

In the smoke and flames of gunpowder, a figure composed of thunder appeared particularly fierce, and the wailing was silent everywhere it passed, and the blood was painted all over the eyes. No one could stop him, not even sluggish, and what was even more frightening was his endurance, which lasted a whole day. His mana is still so strong, his breath is still so fierce, and his thunder is still so vast, as if he never needs to rest, and he can always wield thunder and turn enemy chieftains into nothingness.

In a hundred years of foreign land, Lei Zun first showed his full strength, his killing was fierce, and his murderous intent was strong. The horror of the killing intent, on the battlefield where 10,000 monks fight, no one can beat it.

"Thunder for nine days, respect the world!"

I don't know which spiritual cultivator was the first to call out, and the heroic voice gradually spread to the entire battlefield, like a big banner that could appear everywhere.

Later, not only was his opponent killed by him, but even his own monks felt that something was wrong. It's not that it's bad. It's just that everyone has a feeling in their hearts that the one in the past was as calm as a king. The Venerable Venerable who is as thick as a mountain is a little floating today, or rather, a little indignant?

"It must be because of the teleportation array, alas!" many people thought in their hearts, angry at the negligence and slackness of those monks guarding the formation, and disdainful of the sneak attack of the demon hunters. Anxious about the delay in sending back the news of the reinforcements, and even more distressed that he couldn't share the worries of the coach.

"Kill!"

Lei Zun didn't have so many ideas, he showed the way with his eyes, walked with his feet, and blasted the road ahead with thunder. After that, pounce on the next opponent.

"Kill!"

"Thank you for your advice. ”

On three cliffs, next to the sloping valley, eight students of the six demons and two spirits are learning from each other at this moment. There were also a few Taoist students around, but because they had all been injured before, they could only watch from the sidelines, or give some pointers and make some comments.

Two against six, the spiritual side obviously suffers, but considering the gap in cultivation, it seems that the Taoist Academy still takes advantage. How to say that Guan Yanqiu is also a "big" monk who is about to break through the late stage of the Dan, although Huang Qu is a little worse, a cut above his opponent, and the competition is carried out in a one-on-one way, the students of the Taoist Academy have a big advantage. So far, except for the first draw of Huangqu Dacheng, Guan Yanqiu has won all the next three games.

But to be honest, winning three games in a row, Guan Yanqiu herself is good, although it is important, but it cannot be said that she can really treat demon cultivation as nothing. This kind of competition doesn't explain anything, because it's not a life-and-death struggle, many means can't be used, and there are also things in terms of mentality and morale, which are even more incomprehensible.

"Blindly seeking ruthlessness, the foundation is not solid enough. ”

Another demon cultivator was defeated, Guan Yanqiu was excited, his indifferent face fluctuated slightly, and he raised his head to signal.

"Next. ”

Belonging to the same lineage, several spiritual cultivators next to them had a clear stance, and they all applauded Guan Yanqiu, on the contrary, the faces of the demon cultivators were a little unbearable, and they looked at each other, all of them were a little embarrassed.

The competition is to learn skills for friendship, which makes the fierce nature of the demon cultivator extremely uncomfortable. Besides, the Randance Academy was founded by Xiao Shisanlang, theoretically speaking, these students from Randance should be juniors for all the spiritual cultivators present, although the actual situation is not like that, but it is inevitable that they will be bound by this, and the fight will be even more hindering.

Putting aside the grievances of the spirits and demons, it is precisely because of the relationship with Xiao Shisanlang that the spiritual cultivators are polite, and they really don't want to lose this competition. Otherwise, they would not have time to take care of their injuries, and where would they have time to observe this fighting method that obviously did not belong to their level. If it weren't for the fact that the injuries were really serious, more than a dozen students would all want to appear on the stage, but fortunately, Guan Yanqiu's appearance was eye-catching, and it really boosted the morale of the army.

For demon cultivation, it doesn't matter if you lose a few battles, you can't compare to others when you are originally cultivated, but you won't feel embarrassed, but you have lost three battles in a row, and the smug faces next to you are really not good-looking, and about Yanqiu, how to say it, in short, it is difficult to attract people.

Who can not have a time when vanity swells, holding back their anger for half a year, and now that they have been vented, everyone is not as calm as before. So, seeing the hesitation of the demon cultivators, the students of the Taoist Academy did not say anything, but their hearts were secretly cool, and they opened their mouths to persuade them

In fact, it is just cool words.

"It's better to forget it like this, if you continue to fight, I don't think the result will change. ”

"Yes, yes, a few junior disciples have a short time to practice, and Senior Sister Guan is not a martial artist, forget it. ”

"The qualifications are very good, but it's a pity that it's too coughy, Senior Sister Guan is right, and she is a little impatient. The foundation is not solid enough. ”

"Practice, you still have to rely on time to pile it up, and you must not be too ambitious. ”

"I can't say that, Senior Brother Xiao has been practicing for less than a hundred years, and he has swept the world. ”

"There is only one Senior Brother Xiao in the world, if you want to learn from him. The outlook is worrying. ”

Hearing these words, Guan Yanqiu's face was slightly gloomy, and she was faintly worried in her heart.

Others only saw her win three in a row, but in fact, the ruthlessness of the demon cultivator definitely left a deep impression on her, far beyond the ability of ordinary Daoist students. The reason why the first Huangqu was a draw is not unrelated. Also because of his cold heart, Guan Yanqiu himself is also a "ruthless person", so he can not be oppressed. The momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Intentionally reminding the fellow disciples of the Taoist Academy, Guan Yanqiu thought about it, but finally did not do so. First, the difference between spirits and demons has existed since ancient times, and being able to suppress the demons always makes Lingxiu feel happy, and secondly, she is not that kind of sleek personality, and she can't say it if she wants to.

Taking a step back, she didn't want to win two more games and win glory for the now declining Eighth Branch.

Babble and gossip. The demon cultivators' faces became more and more ugly, and they knew that there were people watching on the mountain. And they are all demon clans, and even the predecessors of the Demon Palace, but this kind of competition between the juniors, it is impossible for that group of big men to make a move

All in all, shame.

"I'm coming!"

A young demon cultivator with a fierce expression stood up, and without saying a word after giving a salute, he launched an attack on Guan Yanqiu with a bright sword. Guan Yanqiu naturally couldn't show weakness. Flying swords are vertical and horizontal, fighting with them.

It is also necessary to say that there is a big difference between fighting and real fighting, because flying swords are compulsory for monks, and whenever monks are purely engaged in friendship, the most common way is sword fighting. And to master the scale, you can't rely on cultivation and the quality of treasures to forcibly overwhelm your opponents.

This kind of rule is both fair and unfair, the fair part is that everyone is the same, and the unfair part is still the same for everyone. Imagine that someone cultivates a sword just to have a flying magic weapon, and there are other means to fight, how can he talk about swordsmanship? For example, Huang Qu, what he is good at is formation, and the level of swordsmanship is only average, and if he encounters a real master, it is entirely possible for the other party to defeat the strong with the weak.

But then again, it's impossible to make too strict rules for such an impromptu exchange. Still taking Huangqu as an example, is it possible to let the demon cultivator wait for him to set up the formation, and then take the initiative to join the competition with him?

Isn't that bullying?

In addition, there is another point, although the sword fighting cannot bully the opponent with cultivation, but the level of cultivation is not only the depth of mana, but also the pure Cheng dù is also heaven and earth. Iron of the same weight, one has been tempered thousands of times, and the other contains sand inside, and the results of confrontation with each other can be imagined.

Sure enough, the sword fight went on to a stick of incense, Guan Yanqiu gradually gained the upper hand, no matter how fierce the young demon cultivator was, he was still trembling in the center of the two swords' encounters again and again, and the danger was gradually unable to be grasped.

"Zheng!"

If the strings are plucked, a crack appears on the Demon Cultivation Flying Sword, and the sword momentum is also swept away, and it is too late to recover even if it is hard to remedy it. Guan Yanqiu's long sword pushed it down, swallowing the sword and pointing it directly at the throat of the demon cultivator, ready to go to the next city.

Under normal circumstances, Demon Cultivator should have stepped back and put away his sword at this moment to admit defeat, but it was a pity

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, the demon cultivator youth gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and wiped his left hand on his flying sword, and the blood instantly stained the sword body red. The flying sword that was nourished by the essence and blood shone brightly, returning to the right path in the midst of impossibility, and moving forward fiercely.

"Ahh

"Oops!" Guan Yanqiu secretly regretted in his heart.

Between the lightning and flint, he understood the fate of both defeats, the difference was that the demon cultivator would definitely die if he lowered his head and hit the sword, and he couldn't escape if he didn't make a good appearance, while Guan Yanqiu barely twisted his body, although he could avoid the vital point in his heart, heavy damage was inevitable.

"Stop!"

Someone on the top of the cliff stopped drinking, but it was too late to stop it. The "Quadripartite Talks" are still going on at the moment, and those who are not qualified to participate have not come down, in order to avoid oppression on the students. The mountain is ten thousand feet high, although there are many big names on both sides of the spirit and demon, no one has the ability to stop it from such a distance, so they can only watch the two common ones approach, approach, pierce, and see blood

The picture freezes suddenly.

"Definitely!"

Only then did the sound reach the ear drum, and in the line of sight, a flat boat went upstream, firmly leaning against the shore. Thirteen Lang held Xiao Budian's hand, and the yellow flower girl next to him put away the Five Elements Boat, and the dead girl held a huge lotus leaf in her hand to shade the sun, as if a family was going green.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Bu asked curiously, and picked up the two flying swords in his hand.

"Than what swords, they are playing at home. ”

Looking at the spirit and demon students who were glaring at each other as fiercely as cockfights on both sides, Shisanlang frowned slightly, and his expression was a little displeased.

"Do you want to light up the weapon?"

(To be continued......)