The roar of the sword qi and the cyan axe were intertwined, and the brilliance of the two different colors clashed in the dense thunderclap.

Countless rays of light scatter outward, forming a glowing sphere that shimmers with enchanting and menacing colors.

Boom!

There was a clash of gold and stone, and sparks burst out.

At the moment when the two were holding each other, Yang Ji suddenly increased his sword intent.

Suddenly, the sword qi erupted, and the barbarian Kui even flew out with an axe.

At this moment, Mankui's heart shook wildly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

This person's sword intent seems to be bottomless, how is it possible?

Before he could calm down in shock, Yang Ji suddenly moved.

I saw that his figure was like a feather, floating up, and under the shocked gaze of everyone, he fell lightly on Mankui's shoulder.

Before Mankui landed, he felt a sinking on his shoulders, and when he looked up, he saw Yang Ji stepping down.

Rumble!

The body fell to the ground like a stone, and with a sound of "Peng", half of Mankui's body sank directly into the ground.

The color of pain flashed in his eyes, and Mankui only felt that his six intestines were surging together, and a dull snort immediately came out of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Mankui has been suppressed?" The crowd exclaimed.

"You've lost!" Yang Ji stood on his shoulder and said.

"No! I still have beast blood in my body that has not been intensified, I can still be stronger, I can't lose!"

Mankui Tiger glared upward, roared and roared, and in the midst of the shouting, the blood-colored lines of the whole body flashed with blood, and the beast blood in the body was suddenly activated, wanting to rise from the ground.

But Yang Ji only glanced at him coldly, and the flying sword in his hand was against his neck, without saying a word.

If he rises from the ground, the sword will pierce him in the neck.

"Humph! Don't embarrass me." Mother-in-law suddenly snorted coldly at Mankui.

Seeing this, Mankui was unwilling to collect the boiling beast blood.

Yang Ji put away his sword and slowly walked to the side.

At this moment, he found that the gap between geniuses and ordinary people was too big, and he had already suppressed Mankui before he could reach the sword intent.

If he strikes with all his might, he is afraid that the brute will die millions of times under his sword.

"Senior brother, yes, I know that I am clumsy." Li Changxiao said to him, and at the same time did not shy away from Jian Yuanzi.

Jian Yuanzi smiled lightly and said, "It's not necessarily bad to hide clumsy, people can't find your bottom, you are safe."

"Mother-in-law, in this way, we won this first battle." Jian Yuanzi said with a smile.

"Humph! No, my disciple Sun Mankui's strength has not yet been exhausted, it is not a loss, we have changed people to fight again." Mother-in-law snorted coldly and looked sideways at the person behind her.

At the end of the day, a young man with a long knife on his back immediately looked solemn and walked out, saying, "Ren Jingtian, come and learn the sword moves of Daoist friends!"

"Mother-in-law, do you want to play tricks?" Jian Yuanzi's expression froze, his robe moved without wind, and a trace of sword qi escaped out, making the sky full of edge.

"Ken Motoko, do you want to do it with me?" Mother-in-law's face changed, and her voice suddenly became sharp.

"Master Don't be angry, they want to fight, just accompany them to fight!" Yang Ji suddenly smiled and stood up again.

"I only have one sword, and this sword is the sum of my lifelong understanding of the way of swords, if I can't defeat you, then I will lose."

Ren Jingtian's eyes burst with light, his whole body was full of breath, and the long knife behind him was triggered by the qi machine and trembled.

But listening to the dull sound of the knife "hum", the knife has been automatically unsheathed like lightning, and Ren Jingtian held it in his hand to urge out the ten zhang matchless sword, before and after just a breath, it was really done in one go.

Rumble!

The long knife in his hand was raised above his head, and Ren Jingtian was very decisive and slashed down diagonally.

The incomparable sword burst out with a piercing roar, mixed with the power of heart-shattering sound killing, intimidating the divine soul and enveloping all directions.

One knife out, containing two killing moves, thunder-like and fast, so fast that it is eye-catching.

But Yang Ji was still unmoved, the same moves, the same simplicity,

raised his hand and took out his sword, and strangled out with a move that brought together the two sword intents, and with inexplicable majestic power, he brazenly met Ren Jingtian's domineering sword.

This sword once had a brilliant record of killing an injured demon handsome, but in the face of Yang Ji's sword, the sword was annihilated in an instant, and it was strangled and extinguished by endless sword qi, and it was disillusioned in the sky.

The sword qi was castrated, turning into a blue flying sword hanging on the center of his eyebrows, until a drop of blood poured out of the center of his eyebrows, and Ren Jingtian realized in a cold sweat that he had been defeated.

He prides himself on being a genius, has been watching the battle for a long time, and thinks that Yang Ji will definitely not be able to take the knife he has slashed with all his might, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated so quickly and so completely.

If it was a battle of life and death, the sword qi in front of him would definitely penetrate his eyebrows, strangle his soul, and make his life disillusioned in an instant.

He was defeated, defeated by a sword, a sword that was only issued in the middle of the foundation.

There was endless loss in his heart, this gap was like a chasm, he couldn't accept it, and he still hoped in his heart that it was because the level of magic was too low.

He slowly put down the long knife in his hand, his face was complicated, and he asked secretly, "Fellow Daoist, what level of swordsmanship are you using?"

"As you guessed!" Yang Ji saw his thoughts and said.

"Sure enough......" Ren Jingtian took a deep breath, and the hanging stone fell in his heart.

He can accept defeat, but he can't accept it, his pride doesn't allow it.

But looking at Yang Ji's full of confidence, he still smiled bitterly in his heart, you must know that the higher the level of the spell, the more difficult it is to comprehend, he has been immersed in Yin's top technique "Falling Sky Knife" for more than 20 years, and it can only be touched.

But the person in front of him was younger than him, and the great magic skills in his hands were more skilled and terrifying than his sword skills.

A person with such an excellent understanding, even if he cultivates the same technique, the person in front of him is still the one in front of him, and he is the one who loses in the end.

This is a dimensionality reduction blow brought about by one's own comprehension talent.

Knowing that his comprehension and magic were not as good as others, Ren Jingtian sighed in his heart, but he was relieved.

At this moment, looking at Yang Ji, who was standing in Ling, a person walked out behind her mother-in-law again.

This person's expression was solemn, and there was no contempt in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "My name is Jianchuan, and I am the same as Senior Brother Ren, and I only use one sword. This sword is full of all the mysteries of my swordsmanship, and if you can take it, then you will count me as losing."

"Be careful!"

Jian Chuan took two steps and one step at a time, and rushed out in an instant, and at the same time, he flipped his hand and pulled out the flying sword behind him.

Zheng!

A sword roar came out, like the melodious song of birds flying above the nine heavens, reaching the heart, making people fall into the land of peach orchards and forget the danger.

Jian Chuan's sword is very special, it is very round and thin, like a spear, but it is only the thickness of a thumb, and the tip is extremely sharp.

Wow!

A sword stabbed at him, and the air was immediately broken.

A little white light appeared on the tip of the sword, bright and dazzling, making people dare not look directly.

In an instant, Yang Ji was a few feet away.

Faced with this sword, Yang Ji was a little surprised, perhaps he was also a person who used a sword, he made a rare comment.

"Your swordsmanship is not only psychedelic, but also dazzling, and the most lethal thing is the extreme speed and unparalleled edge of the sword."

"The ultimate speed of the sword is a point, and a minimum point can minimize resistance."

"As soon as this sword comes out, it will be a lore for the vast majority of the late stage of foundation building, and there is no power to resist."