Liu Wentian's expression was extremely relaxed, he raised his head and chuckled: "Haha, the face is given by yourself, and the face given by others will come back sooner or later!

His relaxation, as well as the delicate and delicate of the bright Han Mengfei next to him, formed a stark contrast to the tense bodies of the two demon clans.

Yeluqi looked at Liu Wentian, who was dressed in red and looked extremely relaxed, and asked in surprise: "Hey, that young man, could it be Liu Wentian?"

The woman named Mingxi nodded and said, "That's right, he is the son of the Lonely Moon Palm Hall who stayed in the human race!"

Yeluqi chuckled and said: "Well, after all, it is the noble son born to my aunt, and he has the blood of my demon clan left on his body, you see his temperament, that ease and ease, much stronger than those personal clan pusbags before!"

Mingxi said with a smile: "Your Highness Qi, what's the use of having a good temperament, wait a while, you won't be killed miserably by our demon clan's Wendao Shuangying!"

Looking at Liu Wentian's indifferent and even a little contemptuous expression, Xiliu was angry, and he shouted loudly: "Since this is the case, you don't regret it!"

The woman named Nishisha said softly, "Then, let's choose the poetry battle!"

"If you want to fight poetry, then fight poetry, make a move!" Liu Wentian's expression was still relaxed, and even his body gently moved closer to Han Mengfei, looking at her affectionately, making people think that he was flirting on the battlefield.

Han Mengfei felt Liu Wentian's tender gaze, he also raised his head slightly, met Liu Wentian's gaze, and looked like he was enjoying it, which made people look at it and envy.

But in the eyes of many people, this is undoubtedly an extremely ignorant look, on the one hand, let the other party make a move, and on the other hand, they look at each other here with affection, without any preparation at all. It is clear that he looks down on his opponent.

It's just that few people know that the two of them seem to be relaxed, but in fact they are an invisible accumulation, and what they are storing is the tacit understanding power from nature, the power of divine consciousness.

Their senses were intertwining at the moment. Through those invisible silk threads, it quickly reached the state of two people becoming one.

Xiliu and Xisha of the demon clan suddenly glanced at each other, and then their lips trembled slightly.

"The vast land is sighing, and the Asiatica grass has not sprouted in late spring!"

Two murderous auras suddenly flowed out of their mouths and quickly intertwined.

This place is also like the Wen Trial Hall, you can see the flow of Wen Killing Qi through those specific formations, and everyone can see two extremely powerful breaths, like the wind and wild sand, quickly intertwined. With an inexplicable tremor, a storm that looked more than twice as large as the previous two breaths combined, suddenly rushed towards Liu Wentian and Han Mengfei.

Suddenly, the grass between the four of them, although it did not grow, was suddenly attacked by this raging tide and all of them clung to the soil, and some of their bodies were lifted up even to the roots.

Liu Wentian and Han Mengfei glanced at each other, and the two suddenly chanted two sentences:

"The bright moon shines like frost on the bones. The evil wind blows the yellow sand!"

As their lips opened slightly, the two breaths bloomed like orchids. Then they blended together, and their two breaths fused together, but they seemed to moisten things silently, without the slightest sound, only an invisible light smoke, which was neither majestic. It was not vast, but slowly moved forward, facing the wild hunting aura emitted by Xiliu and Xisha.

The breath of the wild hunt struck the seemingly soft light smoke, and it was still moving forward, but at a much slower speed. When Xiliu and Nishisha saw this, a smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, and they had the advantage.

Liu Wentian and Han Mengfei stood there, but they were still unhurried, as if they were still immersed in the pleasure of looking at each other, and they didn't pay attention to it at all, the breath of wild hunting was still thinking about their attack.

It's just that Xiliu and Xisha's eyes suddenly sank, and they saw that the breath of wild hunting was getting slower and slower until it stopped completely, and then, the light smoke emitted by Liu Wentian and Han Mengfei actually counterattacked, pushing their aura in the direction where the demon clan was.

"What's going on?" the two of them looked at each other, and suddenly made another move.

"The camel is happy to see the spring veins coming out, and the geese are low and the cold clouds are slanting!"

The two even more huge waves fused into a huge storm, quickly hitting the wild hunting aura and the light smoke that were slowly pushing towards them, and with a slight impact roar, it drove those breaths and quickly pushed towards Liu Wentian and Han Mengfei.

And Xiliu and Xisha were not satisfied with this, their lips squirmed, and two lines of poetry rushed out.

"There is no rebuke for thousands of miles of poverty, and heaven and earth have been divided since ancient times!"

This time, the Xuan Ling Qi in their bodies surged even more majesticly, as if a flood had burst its banks, and the killing qi of the two turned into two cold and biting wisps of wind, a blizzard, which quickly merged together and attacked each other.

"The murderous aura of the two of them has actually become tangible?" Emperor Liang Zicheng, who was sitting on the stage, was suddenly shocked.

He had read the third part of the Qinglong Notebook, and he knew very well in his heart that unlike martial arts, which has to go from tangible to invisible, Wendao is completely opposite, it is a process from invisible to tangible, but these two people have not only been able to form a specific shape of the killing qi, but also seem to be very tyrannical.

It seems that Xiliu and Xisha are only at the peak of the Soul Martial Realm, but the kind of fury formed by the murderous aura they emitted is much more powerful than the full blow of the same peak martial artist of the Soul Martial Realm!

Judging from the intensity of the literary killing of these two people, he finally admitted that what he expected before was right, the demon clan, the cultivation and control of Wendao, has reached a terrifying level, and has reached the third realm of Wendao recorded in the Qinglong Notes: transformation!

Condensation, gathering, transformation, seizure, and destruction of the gods! These are the five levels of Wendao recorded in the Qinglong Notes, each of which is a major level, and contains three small levels: the early stage, the middle stage, and the peak!

The Wen Dao of the human race, judging from the previous ten people, has reached the level of gathering qi at most, but the demon race has already reached the third level, transformation!

This kind of gap is undoubtedly huge!

Emperor Liang Zicheng couldn't help but be a little worried, he was not only worried that Liu Wentian and Han Mengfei would not be able to resist, but also worried about the safety of the two, the two of them were not just the warriors of the human race!

"Hey, do you want to let Xiliu and Xisha's subordinates show mercy?" Yeluqi looked at the two winds and snows that had already taken shape, and said to Mingxi: "He, after all, is my aunt's son, speaking of which, he is still my cousin!"

"Your Highness, I don't think you need it!" Mingxi chuckled: "At the very beginning, we have already said that unlike ordinary literati bickering, this Wendao is as powerful as martial arts, it can destroy corpses and even destroy gods!"

"Since they still choose to fight, especially if our people choose the Wendou method first, they should know how to deal with it, at least, they shouldn't just die, right?"

(To be continued.) )