As he blurted out this incantation-like sentence, the long sword in Xiao Yichen's hand suddenly glowed, and the bloody qi rushed straight into his nose, and it also emitted wisps of viscous gray-black gas, which were smart and weird. °C∧ top °C∧ point °C∧ small °C∧ said,

"Demonic energy!"

Meditation recognized it at a glance. Speaking of which, he has a lot of dealings with demonic energy.

"This sword is actually the same as the Ah Nose Knife, it contains demonic energy, Ah Nose, Ah Ye, is there any connection between this sword and a sword?"

He thought of a possibility.

"Die under my sword!" At this time, Xiao Yichen seemed to have lost his due calm, holding the magic sword Aya and slashing wildly towards the Immortal Cultivator, and the evil dragon turned by the eighty-one blood thunder suddenly rushed through with a roar, and the void was trembling.

"He's been bewitched by demonic energy. Even at this critical moment, the meditation cultivator still sighed in his heart.

How could he not know the power of the demonic qi? He was able to encounter the demonic qi many times without dying, it was already an indescribable luck, and when he thought about it, his whole body and deeds were closely related to the demonic qi. And that Xiao Yichen obviously didn't have such luck, and the demonic qi couldn't be used by him

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the ninety-nine eighty-one galloping evil dragons turned into eighty-one blood-colored sword lights, attacking the underworld cultivators one after another, and the power was terrifying!

"I want your sword!" the meditation roared, and at the same time, his skin became like gold, shimmering with divine brilliance, as if a Buddha had come to earth.

Arhat Golden Body!

After a lapse of three years, meditation has finally completed this physical training technique that focuses on mind cultivation.

"Break!" was another soft scream, and he kicked the void with both feet, and the whole person was like a golden meteor. Rushed towards the eighty-one evil dragon sword lights that flew in.

Bell bell!

It was as if gold and iron were clashing, and a heart-wrenching hum came from high in the sky. It shook everyone's eardrums. And at this moment, the spiritual cultivation that showed the golden body was unstoppable, and the evil dragon sword qi was no matter how strong and fierce it was. They couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, the spinning meditation cultivator broke through all the sword qi, and the palm that exuded the aura of divine runes and avenues was imprinted on Xiao Yichen's chest as if it had traveled through time and space.

"Poof!" Xiao Yichen vomited blood and flew violently.

It seemed to be the only sound at the moment, and everyone was stunned. After Xiao Yichen resorted to such a method, no one wanted to believe that meditation cultivation could win so easily.

"Luohan's golden body, you have actually become a big man!" Xiao Yichen, who was about to faint, said almost word by word.

Everyone knows that "Luohan Golden Body" is notoriously difficult to cultivate, and among the people Xiao Yichen knows, there are many people who cultivate, but none of them have cultivated to the fifth gate. The fact that he could achieve great success in meditation was even more difficult to accept than defeating him.

"Oh my God. It turned out to be the golden body of an Arhat who had cultivated a great achievement!"

"He hid it at first, and that's all his strength!"

"Damn, how do you know it's all your strength?"

"Don't you dare to think about it anymore, if this is not full strength, who else can stop it?"

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There was a noisy discussion below, and many people were surprised by Dacheng's Arhat Golden Body, and many people were speculating about the strength of meditation. For a while, Xiao Yichen seemed to be transparent, and no one looked at him. Not a single one spoke of him, not even of his failures.

A nameless fire burned in the bottom of Xiao Yichen's heart, and he screamed hysterically in his heart, and the magic sword Aya that was about to be taken off was tightly held by his blood-stained palm. Trembling, trembling

"Give me death!" Xiao Yichen suddenly erupted, and the magic sword in his hand Aya stabbed fiercely into the chest of the cultivator. Even if he knew that he might not be able to pierce the body of the meditation cultivator. He's still going to stab!

"Hmph!" Ming Xiu frowned, and a punch shot out from his side. The fists glowing with golden light and runes carried a great force, and they actually let out the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

Bang. Meditation's fist smashed hard into Xiao Yichen's chest, smashing his chest cavity. But Xiao Yichen's sword was dodged.

Xiao Yichen coughed up a mouthful of blood, still maintaining the posture of holding a sword and stabbing out, his eyes became more and more dim.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled," he just repeated this sentence slowly, revealing a sense of sadness.

The flower of death finally bloomed, his body fell, and a large cloud of dust fluttered, and the sound of the sword falling to the ground was very real. The meditation was expressionless, looking at the sky with his hands in his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

Finally, he spoke.

"I'm not reconciled, but this world of the jungle is like this after all" His voice was filled with sadness and helplessness.

After all, he is just an outsider who is familiar with the rules of the game in this world.

The magic sword that fell to the ground, Aye, suddenly hummed, drawing back the thoughts of meditation. I saw that the tiny hole between the swords overflowed with a large amount of gray-black spiritual demonic energy, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the small half of the ring, and even Xiao Yichen's corpse couldn't be seen clearly.

"It's like the demonic energy contained in the Ah Nose Knife!" Meditation Xiu was taken aback.

The demonic aura emitted by the demon sword Aya rushed straight to the meditation, with a strong evil aura, which was confusing.

"Suck!"

With a loud shout, the light of the Meditation Talisman dissipated, and the Blood Demon Da Method was cast again, and the palm of his right hand turned into a bottomless black hole, frantically inhaling the demonic qi.

"It really can't hurt me!" "Meditation cultivation is overjoyed, his current dantian is very weird, he can turn demonic qi into soul power, and the demonic qi in this magic sword will only make his soul energy more and more abundant, and it can't hurt him at all.

"Come here!" he sucked in his left hand and squeezed Aya directly into the palm of his hand.

Aya was still humming and trembling, and the meditation cultivator just slammed his force, and his soul power shook wildly, and in a few breaths, he subdued it and lay down obediently in his left hand.

Aya no longer emits demonic energy. After thinking for a while, he dropped a drop of essence blood onto the blade of the sword, and then infused it with soul power.

With a bang, the surrounding scene changed.

The snow and moon are in the sky, and the white bones are piled up, among which there are human bones, demon beast bones, and some strange-shaped bones, but the only similarity is that they were all killed by sharp weapons, and the incisions are perfect to the point of almost art.

The weirdest thing is. On the highest bone mountain, there is a huge bone monument. There was blood on it and there were several ancient characters written on it - Aya-style three thorns.

"It's the same! It's all the same! It's just that one is a sword technique, and the other is a sword technique!" Meditation set off a turbulent wave in his heart.

This scene. It's just the same as the evil space in the Ah Nose Knife!

"What is the relationship between this sword and a sword?" Meditation is not stupid, even if he understands that this sword and sword are simply a person's weapon, but he doesn't understand, how can a person be good at both swords and swords?

Silently, a tall figure appeared, with his back to him, holding a long sword, and his sword intent soared into the sky.

Bang la blah

The man danced the sword, and the sword qi soared into the sky. As if to cut the heavens of the underworld and the earth to be destroyed.

"It's him, it's him!" the meditation cultivator was sure in his heart, this was the person in the space of the Ah Nose Knife's evil qi.

"It's a demon person!" After the sword dance, the meditation cultivator saw that there were dim lines under the man's gray clothes lit up, thinking that it should be a natural magic pattern, he had seen Dai Qisi's magic pattern before, so he was sure.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the red-haired beauty again. Although the time spent together was short, the friendship between the two was very sincere, especially Dai Qisi's true confession before leaving, which deeply warmed his heart as a stranger.

"It's not time yet. I'm still too weak," he shook his head, and walked under the bone tablet as he stepped on the white bones.

The sky was so gloomy. As far as the eye can see, there are wreckage, and a bone tablet engraved with blood inscriptions sets off the eerie and terrifying place. However, there was no timidity in the meditation, and his clear eyes were full of excitement.

"Aya's triple thorns!" he cried out in joy. "Even these words are full of sword intent!"

Different from the Nose Knife, in the evil aura space of the Demon Sword Aya, not only is the sword intent extremely strong, but there is also a more powerful sense of mystery.

"The Nose Knife can't exert such power at all, it feels like it's broken, but this Ayah is complete," Meditation pondered.

The Ah Nose Knife was not even a Xuan-level underworld weapon at first, but it was only after absorbing a large amount of demonic energy in the ruins that he barely reached the Xuan-level, so that he hadn't used it again in the past few years.

"This sword technique is useless to me. But you can see how powerful this demon power's swordsmanship is. Meditation thought to himself, and then focused his gaze on the blood-colored small words on the bone tablet.

And with this effort, the blood-colored characters seemed to come alive, like small tadpoles, and they were smartly submerged into the mind of meditation.

"What a wonderful means. Meditation sighed.

A sharp sword fell from the sky and fell straight into his hand, and the figure began to dance. It is natural to follow the example of a spiritual spirit.

Whew

The sword qi roared, and the meditation cultivator quickly became familiar with the sword technique—the Aya-style three stabs.

"Among them, the mystery is no less than the three knives of the nose knife!" The meditation cultivator exclaimed, the three knives of the nose knife he had practiced for so long and could not be successful, and the mystery of it could be known. And this Aya-style three stabs are also unfathomable, and the meditation cultivator even feels that this sword technique complements each other.

"Exit the space first, and then make plans after I have won 100 victories. After thinking about it, he decided to go out first, after all, he was fighting at the moment, and in a short period of time, this sword technique would help him very little

At this time, the second opponent of meditation had already come up.

He hunted in a brocade robe, held a black spear, his eyes were like stars and eyebrows like knives, and his momentum was very fierce.

"Remember, my name is Teng Hong. He shook the gun in one hand, and the black gun head buzzed, as if a dragon had come out of a hole, and his momentum was unstoppable.

The meditation cultivator was still thinking about a sword and a sword, but he didn't expect that with a distraction, a spear would stab him in the head, and he was angry at the moment.

The meditation cultivator pinched it with one hand and grabbed the gun directly.

"Let go!" Teng Hong roared, and his soul power shook wildly through the barrel of the gun.

"Hmph!" Ming Xiu snorted coldly, and the strength in his hand was strengthened, no matter how crazy Teng Hong was, the barrel of the gun was still firmly pinched.

"Open!" Teng Hong's face flushed.

Immortal sneered and said, "Since you want it, give it to you!"

Teng Hong screamed, and his body fell backwards suddenly, but he was helpless. Seeing that he was about to fall out of the ring, he finally finished his strength.

"Get down!" I only heard a loud shout, and Teng Hong, who had just turned his head, was like ashes, and a white fist was rapidly enlarged in the pupils of his eyes, and he smashed him to the ground with a bang, and his whole person spun and flew off the ring.

Meditation, Victory!(To be continued......)