The morning sun is slightly dewed, and the dense forest is silent.

Half a day.

Chen Yi spread out the sword domain and broke the deadlock:

"Are you going to fight?"

The object of the inquiry was Lu Wu, with a deep and plain look, which shocked the latter and hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the same group as them." ”

said.

Afraid that the other party would not understand what she meant, she gestured again, pointed at Luo Lie, and then pointed at herself, adding: "We, enemies, feuds." ”

"Huh."

Chen Yi put on a water that is better than the peach blossom pool, which makes people smile lightly like a spring breeze:

"What about the two?"

"Our two brothers are only here to rebel against the party, and have no intention of being enemies of Your Excellency."

Fan Wusu's humble and calm voice sounded: "It's just that I have regarded the sword as my life since I was a child, and now I can see the true meaning, and I hope that Your Excellency will not hesitate to give advice." ”

"Please."

Chen Yi's face did not change, he made a fist salute, and his hand reached forward, he has been studying the sword of the world, and he also intends to compare the difference between the sword of the underworld, so he naturally agreed.

"Your Excellency, be careful!"

Fan Wusu reminded him, and he didn't have a word, and then, from the sedan chair stretched out the magnificent sword domain, and the majestic sword intent rushed towards him, like a virtuous thing.

Chen Yifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and Bai Wuchang's sword turned out to be a heavy sword.

The heavy sword has no edge, and it is not skillful, this kind of sword is extremely rare in modern society after 10,000 years, and in the process of creating the inheritance of his previous life.

But rare does not mean that it is not strong, it can only be said that there are few people.

Too talented.

And talent, perseverance, and opportunity, all three are indispensable.

Xuanhuang sword qi, gathered into an ancient sword phantom that penetrated Changhong, although it was controlled by the impermanence of the long-lived underworld, it was completely untainted with the yin and cunning of half of the ghosts.

On the contrary, it is wrapped in a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness that is as jealous as hatred.

Don't be angry.

As the saying goes, the sword is like its person, and if he can cut such a majestic sword, it can be seen that this Bai Wuchang must be an iron-faced, selfless, and law-like harsh and cool official, without favoritism.

No wonder the city lord of the capital and the ghost kings were so afraid of him.

"Boom!"

Chen's sleeve robe flicked lightly, and there were countless sword qi that was not weaker than Fan Wusheng's sword qi soaring into the sky, which was completely different from it, his sword qi was full of demonic flames.

The extremely ferocious sword intent, with the madness of destroying the world, and the sudden huge contrast, directly stunned the audience, and everyone looked at each other, staring at each other.

Even Fan Wusu was stagnant with sword energy, and his face was full of astonishment and confusion:

"In... Enchanted?! ”

Just now, he was still a fairy wind bone, how could he become a demon in the blink of an eye? Moreover, this demonic nature, even compared to the remnant souls of the ancient demons suppressed by the underworld, is even better.

He even had a delusion.

Is it possible that he and Xie Bi'an put the target of capture... Got it wrong?

In front of Chen Yi at this moment, what is the lord of the capital city? What is the ghost king of Luo Yu Mountain? Can that be called a demon? Do they deserve it too? This is not a pure and docile little sheep!

As a matter of fact.

Chen Yi invoked the power of the Demon Dao body, and as soon as he thought of the demon, he himself was not currently involved in the Demon Dao, the reason was very simple, there was no real demon in the later life, and he couldn't look down on it.

On the day he cultivates demons, it must be a golden age that belongs to the demon path.

As for why he did this extra thing, he had the right to love and have the heart to guide the other party, Fan Wusheng's talent in kendo was very high, but unfortunately, he went the wrong way.

His sword intent is too extreme, unchanged, blindly upright, but he doesn't know that it is too rigid and easy to break, if it is not corrected in time, future achievements will be limited to this.

Chen Yi couldn't bear this talented person who was expected to win the championship, and died halfway.

"Daoyou, look at it again."

The voice was loud.

The terrifying demonic power disappeared completely, and was replaced by the Buddha Yun who only crossed but did not kill, and his sword intent was as neutral and peaceful as it was at the beginning.

One thought becomes a demon, one thought becomes a Buddha!

"It's... How can it be! ”

Fan Wusu exclaimed on the spot.

The sword intent is free.

It is common sense that the basic cultivation is finalized, because a person's Dao heart, unless it has experienced earth-shaking changes, is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to change.

However.

Everything that happened in front of him made him feel that the so-called common sense was a joke, and his cognition was impacted, along with his Dao heart.

"Daoyou, your sword is in the picture."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Yi wiped out the sword intent realm of this person who was known as the first person in the sword path under the entire underworld god, and the latter was instantly hit hard, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

"Poof!"

Even if it was prepared, it was given enough attention.

But Fan Wusu never expected that the sword dao he was proud of would be so vulnerable under the opponent's hands, and he didn't even hold on for a round.

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be like this, how could it be..."

Fan Wuxu, who collapsed, couldn't stop muttering, he thought that he thought he had a high opinion of the other party, but he still looked down on it, and the blow here shattered his sword heart.

Chen Yi is noncommittal, not broken, not standing, broken and then standing.

He raised his hand again.

Turning the sword into a sword with a sword finger, he slashed it gently, and the invisible sword qi hit the center of the former's eyebrows, and everyone couldn't see this sword, but Fan Wuxuan, who was the sword in the eyebrows, saw it.