Mingzhe's eyes burst out of fine light, only to feel a monstrous pressure rushing to his face, but also as if he locked himself, unable to dodge, his heart was ruthless, and his mouth let out a long howl, a long flowing hair was windless and automatic, and his body exuded a shocking coercion, the two poetic spirits instantly merged, a sword and a bow appeared in his hand, and he took the bow and sword, and regarded the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand as an arrow feather, and the power was even more terrifying under the blessing of the sound of Confucianism, and he shot straight towards the giant fist.

Boom... Boom, a deafening roar sounded in everyone's ears, and the terrifying explosion formed a violent air current, which even caused the cultivators to be low, blowing them all around, and even the air wave alone shook some people to internal injuries.

At this time, he saw Zhan Wushuang shouting: "Sword maniac, save me." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that among the six people standing in the front row of the demon clan, one of them suddenly moved, and the long sword on his waist was instantly unsheathed, turning into a streamer, and bursting out with a crisp sound of sword sound, the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the two long swords collided together, and at the same time burst out with a crazy sword intent, and forced the three-foot Qingfeng shot out by Mingzhe to stop in the air.

The three parties couldn't help anyone, stalemate in the air, forming a short-term evenly matched state, Mingzhe saw a person suddenly walking out on the opposite side, his eyes shrank slightly, and he said incredulously: "You are a human race?" ”

The young man in the green shirt smiled slightly, as warm as the warm sun in March, but a terrifying sword intent appeared on him, forming an indescribable temperament, and said: "Terran, no one has been willing to admit that our vein is a Terran for a long time, others generally call us Terran traitors, demon lackeys, you call me a Terran, it is worth me to say my name, my surname is Dugu, a single name sword, of course, you can also call me a sword maniac." ”

"Since you are both human races, why are you in the demon race, and you are actually fighting for the demon race?" Mingzhe asked in disbelief.

"Haha, it seems that you don't know that history directly, or that history has been forgotten by you?" A strange gaze flashed in Dugu Jian's eyes, and he asked rhetorically.

"What history?" Mingzhe looked at Dugu Jian's strange gaze and said.

"Zizi, is this the hypocrisy of your Confucian lineage?" A trace of disdain flashed in Dugu Jian's eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" Mingzhe asked puzzled.

"Haha, I think that when the saint was alive, a hundred schools of thought contended, how powerful was the human race? It's a pity... What a pity! Dugu Jian said with irony on his face.

"What do you mean? Make it clear. ”

"Looks like there's no time for you to talk nonsense? As for why? With this question, go down to the earth and ask you Confucian sages! Even now you are worthy of being called Confucian? Dugu Jian pointed with both hands, and said with disdain on his face.

At this moment, I saw the sword technique in the lonely sword's hand change, and his long sword trembled violently, and suddenly the long sword was divided into three, and two of them went straight towards Mingzhe.

The sudden change caught Mingzhe by surprise, the dodge was half a beat slower, a long sword grazed Mingzhe's throat, and he felt the cold feeling coming from the tip of the sword, which made Mingzhe shudder, but Mingzhe didn't have time to think, and the other long sword was inserted straight into Mingzhe's chest, and Mingzhe, who was suddenly hit, retreated again and again.

Mingzhe grabbed the long sword in his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the severe pain spread throughout his body, and a crazy sword intent erupted in Mingzhe's chest, wantonly began to destroy Mingzhe's body, making Mingzhe's control of the three-foot Qingfeng weak, and suddenly the giant fist and the long sword fell on Mingzhe's body, and the violent collision made Mingzhe fall straight from the sky.

"Boring battles, I said that the battle is unmatched, the more people cultivate, the more powerful they are, the more you cultivate, the more you retreat! At your level, you're not qualified to be my opponent in the future. Dugu Jian glanced at the panting Zhan Wushuang Dao.

"I said sword maniac, you don't want to be cheap and behave, if I hadn't consumed a lot of this kid's talent, I could be easily defeated by you like this?" Zhan Wushuang suddenly said dissatisfied.

And on the side of the Terrans, countless veterans suddenly let out a voice of regret, and some even had tears in their eyes, is it true that my Terran has no hope? Has even the voice of Confucianism and Taoism been killed?

Marshal Zhang and General Liu were even more full of regret, did a generation of Tianjiao fall like this? With his talent, he can at least become a generation of Confucianism in the future, and even a half-saint is possible, and he can do more things for the human race at that time, but now that the curtain has ended like this, why don't you listen to persuasion, but let's not let us make a move here, it's a pity!

Only Jia Congrong muttered: "No, the sound of Confucianism has not dissipated, and he should not be dead yet." ”

Hearing this, the two of them were also stunned, and when they saw the two sentences still hanging high in the sky, there was a look of hope in their eyes.

At this moment, in the underground pit, a figure burst out, and a more powerful aura burst out, standing in the air, wearing a white robe, it was so dazzling.

The veterans even burst into strong cheers, as if this moment was like a big victory.

Marshal Zhang's eyes shrank and said: "This is a breakthrough, a breakthrough in the battle, this Ming Xiaoyou really deserves to be the genius of our human race." ”

"Yes! It was incredible to break through in the battle, the innate sixth level. General Liu also said with a serious face.

Mingzhe stood in the air, feeling the talent in his body that was more Peng Bo than before, and burst out with a happy roar, laughing and saying, "Come to fight." ”

Dugu Jian and Zhan Wushuang's footsteps that were originally going back suddenly paused, both of them were stunned, seeing Mingzhe's stronger breath in the air than before, they both showed a solemn expression, and the long sword in Dugujian's hand was even more unsheathed, and the sword was revealed, but it was not triggered.

Zhan Wushuang muttered: "It's really a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, it seems that you have to work hard, otherwise you will lose face and lose your hair." ”

At this time, Dugu Jian's body suddenly rioted, and he took the lead in attacking Mingzhe, his eyes were even more warlike, and the long sword in his hand burst out of several zhang long cyan sword rays, slashing straight towards Mingzhe.

Mingzhe saw the sword slashing towards him, the purple light flashed in his eyes, and countless purple wild grasses appeared in the sky out of thin air, and every word had an inexplicable charm flowing, and countless dark clouds gathered in the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Marshal Zhang's deep gaze showed a deep look of surprise and said: "This is the legendary poetry tribulation, he actually has a poetry spirit on him, and this is about to evolve." ”

"Shiling, how is this possible? Is he so powerful? Jia Congrong said with a look of disbelief.

"It's just that why is this thunder tribulation more than twice as powerful as in the record, and what is the reason for this?" Marshal Zhang saw the thunder tribulation in the sky and said incredulously.