I don't know if there is killing intent in the rain, or if there is rain in the killing intent, the confrontation between the three of them makes Lu Xudaoren's chest a little dull.

"Which of you will do it first?"

Xiong Junqi looked up arrogantly.

"We will make you move with half a hand, so as not to attract jokes." At this point, Lu Xu still refused to let go of the tone of a righteous gentleman, and even the bone demon envoy frowned when he heard this.

"Daoyou can't underestimate the enemy." The Bone Demon Envoy reminded him, and a pair of lifeless moves stared at Xiong Junqi, who had endured for many years, and he couldn't guess how far Xiong Junqi would erupt.

The first type of people can destroy the world, the second type of people can shake the heavens and the earth, and the third type of people can also fight the three armies.

No one dares to be careless here. Even the Luxu Daoist who pretended to be light and breezy was sweating from the palm of his hand holding the sword.

A sword flew out, Xiong Junqi had no moves, but he had a move.

The Bone Demon shot his body backwards, and this sword could not avoid the edge.

But this sword was too fast and too fast, and the body of the flying sword could no longer be seen with the naked eye, only a streamer burst out, smashing the autumn rain and piercing the floating clouds.

"What a fast sword!"

Lu Xu drank heavily. The same person who cultivates the sword, fights before the battle, if anyone retreats first, it is a loss of momentum, and half of the battle is lost.

He stepped forward with his sword and went up in the face of danger.

But the purpose of the sword was clear, and it did not fight with him, and as soon as the tip of the sword was raised, the silver light flew by, and it shook the sword that was blocked by the Luxu Daoren's oblique stab, and snorted towards the bone demon envoy.

Looking at it again, Xiong Junqi's figure was also as fast as a ghost, and he walked away with the sword, but in an instant, he had already held the volley flying sword in his hand.

The Bone Demon Envoy rolled down and fell to the ground, the crevices of the stone path, the torso of the great tree, and at some point, it was already full of his ink.

"Up!"

The sea of ink surged, rising monstrous waves, rolling towards Xiong Junqi, who was holding a sword.

Where the words fell, it was the place where the sword and shadow returned.

The sword was like a broken bamboo, splitting the sea of ink, Xiong Junqi was like a god of war falling from the sky.

"Don't forget me!"

Lu Xu Daoren put the sword upright, brushed his fingertips across the sword body, quenched into a sky-cutting qi, and swept out like lightning, rushing towards Xiong Junqi's back.

"Stomp on the Meteor!"

Lu Xu Dao people used a sword in the sword trick to cut the sky, this sword fell like a meteor falling into the sky, and chased after it.

At this moment, the three of them are the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches, and it is about to be seen who will kill the deer.

"What about this sword?" Ye Yun looked at the fight in the rain and said lightly.

"Whose sword?"

"The long sword."

"It's a shot." Ye Lingxue looked ahead coldly, it seemed that Lu Xu's advance and retreat were just mediocre.

"Then we'll see."

Ye Yun laughed.

Although the meteor fell fast, it was no faster than Xiong Junqi's galloping sword.

The Bone Demon Envoy naturally refused to sit still, and screamed: "Melting." ”

In an instant, his slender body turned into a puddle of ink and melted into the sea of ink.

Xiong Junqi stabbed the air with a sword, and hurriedly turned around to protect his heart, and as soon as the sword sound stopped, the two figures had already opened up.

Looking at it again, although Xiong Junqi's sword is fierce, after all, the sword was received in a hurry, and the sleeves of his clothes were shattered by the sword qi, revealing the flesh, and a blood mark appeared on it.

"Daoist friends are one enemy and two, although poor Dao admires, but the mantis arm is a car, after all, it is an egg to hit a stone, it is better to listen to a word of persuasion from poor Dao, how about accepting the killer?"

Seeing that his sword had injured Xiong Junqi, Lu Xu Daoren couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

Xiong Junqi snorted lowly, he had always been tired of these sanctimonious hypocrites, and he didn't want to talk to him more, but turned his eyes to look at the sea of ink that was spreading wider, and focused on looking for the traces of the bone demon envoy.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, for the sake of the overall situation of Dongjimen, they have endured for eighteen years, even if the blood has long dried up, but the hatred will not be eliminated. Since Mozong trampled on this bottom line again, someone would inevitably have to pay the price of blood.

Hate is born by killing, and it will be destroyed by killing.

The sea of ink was endless, and it was difficult to perceive the breath of the Bone Demon Envoy just by relying on his divine sense, Xiong Junqi frowned, and he was a little troubled.

Can it really be difficult?

There are still three caves in the cunning rabbit, and if your bone demon envoy wants to be a shrinking turtle in the sea of ink, then I will destroy your sea of ink.

Let you flow all over the mountains, and I will rely on my sword to cut through the dust and sand.

Xiong Junqi's eyes burst out with a fine light, and with a movement in his hand, the autumn wind was raised by the sword again. He has been cultivating swords for decades, and he never sticks to which move or style, and if he wants to make a sword, it must be the best sword.

At this time, in the mountains and forests not far away, there was a person chanting poetry, his voice was clear and tactful, as if he was half-asleep and half-awake, as if he was talking and laughing about wine, and came slowly.

"The sword duel rises in the clouds, and Ling Guiqiu relies on the railing."

Wu Qiufang, who had already finished the battle, was self-aware, and he couldn't join such a battle with his humble Taoism, so he had to rest by the tree, and he knew that it was He Wangshu's voice.

With its poetry, Xiong Junqi stepped on the floating clouds, leaking down from the sky, and the sword qi in the sky was like a violent storm, bringing a hurricane, blowing the giant trees beside the road all bent their waists.

The voice of the Bone Demon Envoy also came from the sea of ink: "It's too deceitful! Is it true that the Mo Sect is all young? ”

As soon as the words fell, a thousand springs surged up in the sea of ink and burst out. But Xiong Junqi didn't pay attention to it, the sword qi surrounded his body, there were people in the sword, there were swords among the people, and the sword momentum flew straight down three thousand feet, without the slightest concession.

In an instant, countless ink springs wrapped Xiong Junqi and his sword, and after an instant, it suddenly exploded, and the ink rain was like a note, scattered as a sky full of stars, but it couldn't hurt He Wangshu in the slightest.

The Bone Demon let out a furious roar that echoed through the rain.

Strange! It's so strange!

The bone demon made his heart unwilling, obviously in the same realm, but at this moment, he could only defend passively. And when the Luxu Daoist saw that the other party was not in his own right, of course he would not fight to stop him, and he had the intention of watching the tiger fight from across the mountain. After all, the sword in front of him already faintly had the momentum of the peak of the third type of people.

Ye Ayaxue was far away, but it didn't prevent her from having an unobstructed view of this battle.

"This sword is not bad." Her voice was a little louder, and her tone was much higher-pitched.

"Oh? Where is good. Ye Yun looked sideways and quietly looked at Ye Ayaxue.

"The sword is as powerful as a man, and it is extremely powerful."

"Not enough, not enough, look closely."

Ye Yun laughed, he knew that at this moment, it was far from the end.

Mo Zong can have such a power in Los Angeles, and the bone demon has made a great contribution, if he didn't have some real skills, he would not be able to crisscross the world for decades and still be unharmed.

"Extinguish!"

His voice was like a bell, and the autumn rain trembled.

The sea of ink suddenly gathered into a wolf's head, opened a bloody mouth, and roared into the sky, the stone path was shattered like a piece of paper, splashed wildly, and the trees on both sides cracked endlessly.

Xiong Junqi's sword slashed heavily at the wolf's head, but the wolf's head was already physical, and the flames were splashing, and the two retreated. But the wolf's head turned around abruptly again, and opened his mouth wide, threatening to devour Xiong Junqi's soul.

Xiong Junqi's heart was awe-inspiring, and then he sacrificed a sword head-on, this sword smashed the wolf's head, and the ink flew in the air again, but it danced into a sharp-beaked black bird, its beak was as narrow as a dagger, stabbing from all directions of Xiong Junqi.

Xiong Junqi is very fast, not only the sword is fast, but the person is also extremely fast.

But the blackbirds flocked, flapping their wings and flying fast, like thousands of daggers coming, Xiong Junqi turned sideways, dancing with a sword, and was full of danger.

A group of blackbirds approached Xiong Junqi's side and exploded again, each drop of ink turned into a needle, stabbing with a faster and denser momentum.

The sword flower rotated, Xiong Junqi braved the needle rain to tear open a hole and burst into the distance, and a black robe was also pierced by the needle rain, oozing blood.

"Want to escape? Stupidity! ”

The voice of the Bone Demon Envoy sounded again, but compared to the tone just now, it seemed that the victory was in hand.

Wu Qiufang's eyes widened, and he secretly screamed in his heart, the needle rain was huge, like a wolf devouring a tiger and driving a tiger, containing terrifying killing intent.

But the Ninth Uncle in mid-air closed his eyes and threw his sword, as if he was dying.

The young man's body flew away, but it was far behind.

Can't be saved?

Qiu Fang asked himself silently, he used all his strength in a fight, he was already physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, how could he still have the ability to rescue.

He felt a ray of light in his heart fading.

"Zen Guan detains passengers, and then breaks three thousand floors."

The jaw couplet and tail couplet were sent by He Wangshu's singing, as if there was a breath of depression he spit out in them.

Hatred has accumulated in the heart for many years, and once it erupts, it will surely cover the heavens and the earth.

"It's coming!"

Ye Yun suddenly let out a voice and stood up from the ground.

Before Ye Ayaxue could speak, another voice resounded in the sky.

"Unsheathed!"

The sword fell from the sky like duckweed.

But there is still a sword in his heart, which has been sheathed in his heart.

A chilling sword intent opened up from heaven and earth, and it became a thunderous Nine Heavens in a few breaths.

"Grandpa, where did this sword come from?"

Ye Ayaxue's hand holding the oil-paper umbrella trembled, she was also a third-class person, but she couldn't see where this sword came from, she only knew that there was a chilling coercion within a radius of a hundred miles.

"Good, good sword, good wine!"

The wine in the yellow gourd bottomed out, and he took the last sip of it, holding the gourd in the air and squinting at it, grinning with admiration in his eyes.

"Why a good sword?" Ye Lingxue frowned and asked.

"Sword intent, come from the heart, and be the devil in your heart!"

"I don't understand." Ye Lingxue was puzzled.

"If you don't understand, you're right. The third type of people have the ability to press the bottom of the box, the extermination style of the Demon Sect, Xiong Junqi's sword intent, can you compare? ”

Ye Ayaxue's face did not change, and she muttered for a moment: "What about you?" ”

"Grandpa is old."

Ye Yun said with a smile, with a depth in his eyes that he couldn't see through.

The Bone Demon stared at the sky with a hideous look.

The sword aura is like a flaming spirit.

The sword thundered.

The sword intent is like a fairy!

Before exhaling, the bone demon made his short and thin body still in the sea of ink, and after taking it in, his whole body had turned into powder. Lu Dao people stared at it from a distance, and did not dare to approach, he had already achieved a small degree of cultivation in the way of the sword, but he couldn't produce such a sword.

"When you kill, the sword is unsheathed. After drinking blood, it naturally returns to the sheath. Such a sword intent is hard to find in a hundred years, Xue'er, do you remember it? ”

Ye Yun's eyes were full of admiration, Ye Ayaxue nodded, opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

"Sheathed!"

Xiong Junqi shouted like thunder again, shattering the sky. His tattered clothes swayed in the autumn wind, and there was endless hatred when they were blown away.

"Drunk, drunk."

He Wangshu smiled and collapsed in the mud, and the empty wine jar rolled down the dirt slope with smoke, drunk and let the rain blow away.