The sun shone on his body, covering him with a golden glow. He closed his eyes tightly and slowly raised his hands, as if communicating with an invisible force. Gradually, a fiery aura began to gather around him, as if the power of the sun was being channeled by him.

Suddenly, Mu Yu opened his eyes suddenly, pushed his hands forward, and a dazzling sun blade instantly condensed. The blade was like a materialized sun, dazzling and containing devastating power. It pierced the air, let out a sharp whistling sound, and slashed at the six-winged white tiger in front of it.

Not to be outdone, the six-winged white tiger roared, and the six wings vibrate, bringing a violent wind. A thick white tiger aura permeated its body, forming an impregnable defensive barrier. The Sun Blade collided with the White Tiger Barrier, erupting with dazzling light and shocking power fluctuations.

The two forces intertwined and collided in the air, causing an earth-shattering roar. The dust on the field was kicked up, forming huge dust tornadoes. Under the impact of this force, the surrounding air became hot and heavy.

The battle between Mu Yu and the Six-Winged White Tiger has entered a white-hot stage. Each of them performs powerful moves, and you come and go, and the battle is inseparable. Mu Yu's Sun Blade collided with the minions of the six-winged white tiger, making a metallic crashing sound. Each collision made the space around it tremble, as if it were about to tear apart.

However, Mu Yu did not back down. There was a determined glint in his eyes, and each attack became more swift and aggressive. He knew that only by defeating the six-winged white tiger in front of him could he protect everything he cherished.

This battle seems to have become the most spectacular scene in heaven and earth. The confrontation between the Sun Blade and the Six-Winged White Tiger is not only a contest of strength, but also a collision of will and faith.

Under the endless sky, Mu Yu stood tall, like a lonely swordsman, staring ahead. There was a blazing fire in his eyes, as if he wanted to set the whole world on fire. The power of the sun surged within him, as if a dragon had awakened from its slumber, ready to unleash its incredible power.

With Mu Yu's low shout, the Sun Blade danced out of his hand. It was a brilliant light, like the scorching sun in the sky, dazzling and dazzling. The Sun Blade sliced through the air with a sharp sound of breaking wind, as if even time was trembling before this force.

At the same time, the six-winged white tiger roared and rushed towards Mu Yu. A bitter cold wind emanated from its body, and its six wings flapped its wings, setting off a violent wind. Its eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if it wanted to tear Mu Yu to pieces.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, bursting out with amazing energy. The Sun Blade collided with the claws of the six-winged white tiger, making a deafening sound of metal clashing. The light splashed everywhere, like the stars falling, and it was spectacular.

In this fierce battle, Mu Yu and the six-winged white tiger both showed amazing strength. Their figures staggered in the air, as fast as lightning, dazzling. Each attack is full of power and skill, as if dancing in a leaping flame.

However, Mu Yu was not intimidated by the ferocity of the six-winged white tiger. His eyes gleamed with determination, and every swing of the Sun Blade was full of determination. He knew that only by defeating the enemy in front of him could he go further into the future.

As the battle deepened, Mu Yu gradually mastered the rhythm. His movements became more and more fluid, and the Sun Blade seemed to become an indestructible sword in his hands. Although the six-winged white tiger was extremely brave, it had to retreat under Mu Yu's skillful attack.

Under the night sky, Mu Yu stood on the barren ancient battlefield, his eyes firm and deep, as if hiding endless stars and fire. The flaming sword in his hand, illuminated by the moonlight, emitted a dazzling light, and the sword body was surrounded by violent flames, as if it was about to swallow the entire world.

In the distance, the six-winged white tiger roared and rushed towards Mu Yu, its eyes flashing with bloodthirsty fierceness, and its fur was dignified in the night wind. The huge body, like a moving mountain, is awe-inspiring. However, Mu Yu was not afraid, and there was only determination and perseverance in his eyes.

At the moment when the six-winged white tiger was about to pounce, Mu Yu waved the flaming sword in his hand, and the whole person turned into a brilliant flame and faced the fierce attack. The flaming sword drew a perfect arc in the air, colliding with the claws of the six-winged white tiger and erupting with a deafening roar.

At that moment, the fire was splashing and the heat wave was rolling. Mu Yu's flame dance bloomed in the air, turning into countless fiery snakes, wrapping around the body of the six-winged white tiger. The temperature of the flame seemed to melt the whole world. The six-winged white tiger roared in pain, its body trembling in the flames, and every struggle seemed so powerless.

Under the endless flame dance of the herding rain, the six-winged white tiger's struggle gradually became weaker.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Mu Yu grabbed a flaw, and the Sun Blade turned into a brilliant light and pierced directly into the body of the six-winged white tiger. The six-winged white tiger let out a terrible roar.

The massive body of the six-winged white tiger collapsed with a bang, and the dust and rubble that splashed up made poignant arcs in the night sky. Mu Yu stood not far away, his eyes flashed with a cold and resolute light, and there were still stains of blood on the sword in his hand, which was the blood of the enemy and the proof of his own fighting.

On the body of the white tiger, the once majestic six wings had been broken, and the feathers were scattered on the ground, like fallen leaves swept up by the wind. Its eyes widened, as if it couldn't believe it had come to such an end. But Mu Yu's eyes were cold, without any pity and sympathy.

He walked towards the corpse of the white tiger step by step, each step heavy and powerful, as if announcing his victory. When he walked up to the white tiger, he stopped and looked down at the former enemy. Then, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, aimed it at the heart of the white tiger, and stabbed it deeply.

"It's finally over." Mu Yu whispered, his voice full of exhaustion and relief. He looked up at the night sky, and the bright moon seemed to light the way to victory for him. He knew that he had finally avenged the Ministry of Defense, and the death of this enemy was the best consolation for him.

At this moment, Mu Yu felt an unprecedented ease and ease. He knew that he could let go of the hatred and burden in his heart and start his life again. And the corpse of this six-winged white tiger is a witness to his future.

Ji Hexuan, dressed in white, is like a fairy in the snowy region, descending. Her eyes were as deep as the stars, and the long sword in her hand shimmered with a cold cold light.

Poor Qi Ancestor, an incomparably powerful man, is like a furious beast, and his whole body exudes a majestic momentum. His face was hideous, his eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty, and the huge battle axe in his hand was like Thor's hammer, with the power to destroy the world.

Their eyes met in the air, like lightning piercing the night sky. Ji Hexuan swung his long sword, and suddenly the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, turning into countless ice crystals, and roaring towards the ancestor of the Qiqi lineage. The Poor Qi Ancestor sneered, waved the battle axe, and the wind suddenly rose, crushing the ice crystals in an instant.

The battle entered the white-hot stage, and the sword qi and the wind were intertwined into a spectacular picture. Ji Hexuan's body is smart, like a crane dancing for nine days, and every swing of the sword has a fierce killing intent. Not to be outdone, the ancestor of the Qiqi lineage was not to be outdone, and when the tomahawk was waved, the wind howled, as if it was about to overturn the entire mountain forest.

The battle between the two is fierce and thrilling, and every encounter is terrifying. However, Ji Hexuan has always remained calm and composed, and she only has opponents and battles in her eyes. She continued to swing her long sword, releasing a cold sword aura, forcing the Qiqi Ancestor to retreat step by step.

In the end, with a deafening bang, Ji Hexuan's long sword collided violently with the battle axe of the ancestor of the Qiqi lineage. The sword qi and the wind intertwined into a brilliant light, illuminating the entire mountain forest.

Her eyes are deep, as if she can see everything in the world. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her clothes flew up, revealing a fairy wind and bones. And the long sword in her hand exuded a fierce sword intent, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

The Ancestor of the Qiqi lineage was like a ferocious beast, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body. His face was hideous, and his eyes glittered with blood-red light, as if he wanted to swallow the whole world. He was a burly, muscular man who made the ground tremble with every step.

As soon as the battle broke out, Ji Hexuan swung his long sword, and suddenly the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like an alien object from the sky, roaring towards the Poor Qi Ancestor. Poor Qi Ancestor roared angrily, and his body suddenly moved, turning into an afterimage, dodging this fatal blow. He immediately grabbed it with his backhand, and a terrifying energy wave swept towards Ji Hexuan.

Ji Hexuan's body was agile and floating, and she easily dodged the attack of this energy wave. Her long sword swung again, and an even more powerful sword qi slashed towards the Qiqi Ancestor. Not to be outdone, the Qiqi Old Ancestor sealed his hands, and a majestic force erupted from his body, colliding with Ji Hexuan's sword qi.

In an instant, a deafening loud bang sounded between heaven and earth, as if the whole world was trembling. The two forces met in the air, setting off a fierce wind that blew the surrounding trees and rocks to the ground. And Ji Hexuan and Qiqi Ancestor fought fiercely in this strong wind, the sword light flickered, and the energy overflowed, making people dizzy.

As time went on, the fighting intensified. Ji Hexuan's swordsmanship became more and more powerful, each sword seemed to be able to tear through the void, and the strength of the Poor Qi Ancestor became more and more majestic, and every attack was like the sky falling apart. The two left thrilling traces between heaven and earth, making onlookers tremble.

Finally, in a fierce battle, Ji Hexuan's long sword collided with the fist of the Poor Qi Ancestor, making a deafening loud noise. The force of the impact caused both of them to fly upside down at the same time, slamming heavily on the ground. The smoke and dust were everywhere, and for a while, they couldn't see the two of them clearly.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, I saw Ji Hexuan and Qiqi Ancestor standing in place, their breath faint. Both of them had many scars on their bodies, but there was a determined glint in their eyes. They know that this battle is not over and that they must continue to fight until the winner is decided.

There was a determined light in her eyes, as if a star had fallen, stirring up endless waves. The Xuanyuan sword in his hand shines with ancient and mysterious brilliance, and the dragon scale-like lines flow on the sword body, as if telling a thousand-year-old legend.

When Ji Hexuan swung the Xuanyuan Sword, a strong sword aura burst out instantly, as if tearing through time and space, causing everything around him to fall into a standstill. Wherever the sword qi passed, the air seemed to be cut into countless tiny pieces, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. Qiqi Old Ancestor roared, his figure looming in the blood-colored mist, his claws flashing with a fierce cold light, and he rushed towards Ji Hexuan with the power to destroy everything.

The figures of the two staggered in the air, and each collision burst out with dazzling sparks. Ji Hexuan's Xuanyuan Sword was as agile as a dragon and snake, sometimes turning into thousands of sword shadows, and sometimes condensing into an earth-shattering sword light. Although the Poor Qi Ancestor was powerful, in front of Ji Hexuan's sword qi, he had to retreat again and again.

The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by the collision of this sword qi and power, and cracks spread out in the void. The battle between the two is intense and thrilling, with each attack taking your breath away. The blood-colored mist churned in the sword aura, as if it was a witness to this battle, recording every collision and confrontation.

In the ancient and mysterious Middle-earth Continent, Ji Hexuan's figure stands out from the crowd and stands outstandingly independent. She was dressed in white, and her clothes were fluttering, like a fairy falling from the sky. Her eyes are firm and deep, as if she can penetrate all the vanity of the world.

The Xuanyuan Sword in her hand shone with brilliant light, and the body of the sword was flowing with ancient runes, exuding a powerful sword aura. When Ji Hexuan swung his sword, a melodious dragon chant seemed to sound between heaven and earth, and the sword qi was like a dragon going out to sea, straight into the sky.

Poor Qi Ancestor, the dark giant who once ruled the continent, also showed his true strength at this moment. He was burly and muscular, like a tiger descending from a mountain. In his hand he held a huge battle axe, which was stained with blood and exuded a heart-palpitating murderous aura.

The confrontation between the two was like the sky falling apart, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in their momentum. The collision of sword qi and battle axe emitted a deafening loud sound, and each confrontation would bring a turbulent wave of energy fluctuations.

During their battle, the sky became overcast, and thunder and lightning were simmering, as if even the heavens and the earth were shaking with their power. And the ground on the ground was trembling, as if it would crack at any moment.

This battle is a real monstrous bloody battle. Every confrontation between Ji Hexuan and Qiqi Ancestor is full of duels of strength and skill. Their figures move quickly across the battlefield, each attack precise and ruthless.

However, no matter how violent the Poor Qi Ancestor was, Ji Hexuan always remained calm and firm. Her swordsmanship is as natural and smooth as flowing water, and every swing of the sword seems to resonate with heaven and earth. And the Xuanyuan Sword exerted endless power in her hands, and the sword qi crisscrossed and dissolved the attacks of the Poor Qi Ancestor one by one.

This battle lasted for a long time, until the strength of the Poor Qi Ancestor was gradually exhausted. And Ji Hexuan became more and more courageous, her sword aura became more and more fierce, as if she was about to tear the whole world apart.

Finally, with a loud bang that shook the sky, the Xuanyuan Sword in Ji Hexuan's hand slashed towards the Qiqi Ancestor. A brilliant sword light pierced the sky, directly cutting the figure of the Poor Qi Ancestor in half. And the battle axe of the Poor Qi Ancestor also shattered at this moment, turning into fragments in the sky.

With the fall of the Poor Qi Ancestor, the entire battlefield fell into a dead silence. And Ji Hexuan stood in place, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, exuding a strong aura on his body. Her eyes shone with determination, as if to tell the world that no matter how rampant the dark forces were, there was always a sword of light that could cut them down.

This monstrous bloody battle has become a legend in the history of Middle-earth. And the legend of Ji Hexuan and Xuanyuan Sword has also been passed down by word of mouth and has become an eternal story.