"Senior Brother......" Jian Wuxiu lifted Jian Wubo up and quickly searched for it deep in the back mountain.

In the chaotic forest, the breath of spring is very strong, but today the Northern Xuanjian Sect is no longer appreciated.

In the sky, there was a violent roar.

Lu Changxiao's sword was invincible, but the death of the Second Heavenly King seemed to stimulate the Eight Heavenly Kings, and in the eyes of the masked man, it was like a flood beast, completely awakened, and the palpitating power shot through the sky.

Ren Qiandi's color changed, and while he was blowing, he hurriedly changed his body, interspersed between the two fine lights.

Zila......

Ren Qiandi only felt that in front of his eyes, as if passing through two terrible traces, completely splitting Ren Qiandi's front and back.

Ren Qiandi didn't dare to imagine that if these two rays of light shot at him, he would already be a dead man at this moment.

"It's terrible......" Ren Qiandi was faintly uneasy in his heart, but he didn't mean to stop at all.

This jade flute has been warmed for a hundred years, and once it is played, Ren Qiandi does not want to let it stop, otherwise the hundred years of warmth and cultivation will not be in vain.

A hundred years of warmth, just for this sword.

Ren Qiandi is absolutely not allowed to find errors.

Of the seven strong men, one of them did not know whether he was alive or dead, one lost the strength to fight again, and more than 5,000 lives of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect became corpses because of the arrival of eight people, and Ren Qiandi's heart was dripping blood.

Even if the sky is going to kill my Northern Xuanjian Sect, I must let the sword kill get the master safely.

Ren Qiandi's rhythm of blowing the jade flute tightened, exuding all kinds of brilliant sounds, transforming into a terrifying murderous sword, slashing towards the masked man.

Ho Ho ......

The sound of breaking through the air, galloping, came to the masked man in an instant.

"I can't help myself...... the masked man snorted coldly, a pair of eyes flashed, and two dark red rays of light emitted again, and at the same time, the magic wheel in his hand whistled with the flickering of the essence light.

The dark red light, which hides the power of terror, meets the sword of rhythm.

Bite! Bite! Bite......

A flurry of metallic clashes.

The sound of the jade flute became more and more turbulent, like a waterfall, pouring and following.

The short confrontation, the distance between hundreds of zhang, ripples, and ripples formed by the collision of forces shook for hundreds of miles.

Suddenly, the voice of the jade flute became excited, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping, and in an instant, a hundred sword lights came from all directions.

Ren Qiandi's jade flute that has been cultivated for a hundred years, the strength of the attack is unattainable, although the eyes of the masked man are stunning, but after all, it is still invincible to the work of a hundred years of warmth.

Blood appeared in the corners of the eyes.

However, the eyes seemed to be moistened by blood, and they became more gloomy, and the dark red light evolved to a deeper level.

It has turned purple, and in the light of the sun, it is extremely terrifying.

Under the control of both hands, the magic wheel formed a protective shield with a radius of two feet, and the masked man firmly protected himself, and his eyes stopped abruptly.

His eyes were closed, and there were blood stains in the corners of his eyes, hanging on his face. Under the long hair, it is like a ghost, and the eerie atmosphere makes people shudder.

"It's not good, I'm afraid Ren Qiandi will be defeated......" Elder Jiu's face was like red, but he was holding a jar of wine in his hand, and he seemed to be a little drunk, but at this moment, his mind was extremely clear.

"No, his jade flute law is far more than that, I believe he ......" Wang Xuqin immediately returned to help since he brought Yang Ning to the sword mound, but at this moment, only five of the seven people were still in the air, and he couldn't help but be a little lonely, but at this moment, he had strong confidence in Ren Qiandi.

Ren Qiandi, who controlled the rhythm, seemed to be aware of the change in the masked man, and knew that he was condensing a lore blow, pressing the hand of the jade flute suddenly rushed again, and the sword light changed with the rhythm, like a rain of light, and the mystery of the mysterious sword completely enveloped a radius of hundreds of miles.

Since you fight for a blow, then I will accompany you to strike.

Ren Qiandi's heart was crossed, and he took a sharp breath, and at the same time, Yu Xiao's business stopped instantly.

It seems that the two of them have made a convention.

The distance between the hundreds of zhang suddenly became silent, and the falling needles could be heard.

Everything disappeared without a trace.

"It seems that Lao Wu, this is to fight with the other party......" The corners of the Great Heavenly King's mouth were bleeding, but at this moment, he couldn't care about his injuries, because after the two of them hit each other, they were about to separate the winner and loser, and I am afraid that they would also be divided into life and death because of this blow.

"Nine Hall Envoys, what kind of sword is the sword you are talking about, why don't the people of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect seem to know......" The Great Heavenly King couldn't help but think of the explanation of the Nine Hall Envoys before they came to the Northern Xuan Sword Sect.

"In the entire Liuyun Country, there are two artifacts, a mirror, and a sword. I have already learned the mirror, but the sword has not yet appeared, and now I command you eight to take the sword. "The purpose of the Nine Palaces, the Great Heavenly King also understands the approximation, in front of the deduction of the Creation Mirror, the Nine Palaces have suffered a big loss, and if they want to dominate the Liuyun Country, only by breaking through the mountain of the Fog Hidden Gate will they succeed.

The envoy of the Nine Palaces wanted to use the sword to meet the mirror, so this action was made.

Originally, I thought that with the strength of the five sects of the Northern Xuanjian Sect, it would not be able to make any big waves, but at this moment, it ......

The heart of the Great Heavenly King is also dripping blood.

The fourth child is no longer able to fight, and the second child is completely wiped out because of that terrifying sword.

Second, such a loss is really too great.

The "Fifth Brother...... Eight Heavenly Kings were shrouded in black robes and couldn't see their true faces.

One breath ......

Moment......

Half an hour later, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding and moved at the same time......

The eyelids roll, as if you can already feel it, and the power that is mixed in with it makes the heart palpitate.

The magic wheel is back in his hand, and everything is silent.

On the other side, Ren Qiandi's eyes were closed, and at the same time, he took a long breath and finally stopped.

Above the jade flute, it belongs to the luster of jade, constantly circulating back and forth.

"Hundred...... Year...... One...... Sword ......"

As if remembering from the nine heavens, Ren Qiandi finally had a move.

"Nourishing ......"

A shrill voice rang out.

A terrible attack ensued.

It is a sword without a hilt, only a blade......

Everything is ordinary, but the power of despair, as the whistle comes, becomes clearer and clearer.

Around them, a fierce wind swept up, forming a terrifying torrent that struck the masked man hundreds of feet away.

"A hundred years of warmth, once out of the sword."

"The mystery of Ren Qiandi's sword has reached the strongest in his life." Lu Changxiao tilted his head with difficulty and saw the brilliance of this sword.

The jade-like sword light contains extremely strong destructive power, like a sharp weapon that has not seen blood for many years.

This is the meaning of a sword in a hundred years.

A hundred years of hunger and thirst in exchange for drinking the blood of the enemy in one day. It's a cruel sword, and it's an amazing one.

Wow!

It was as if there was some kind of door that suddenly opened.

Eyes peeled away.

It is like two blood curtains, but it is red and purple, as if it has cut off the long sky, like two iron rods, sweeping the entire sky.

Hiss......

The sky is shattering and annihilating!

Under the extreme strength of the two realms, the sky was finally overwhelmed and turned into nothingness.

The sun vanished, and no light could shine in.

But the two of them never seemed to notice, two figures, standing in the void, reflecting the long sky. It seems to have disappeared from the sky, appearing in a space that no one can touch.

"This ......," Wang Xuqin was surprised.

"Unexpectedly, the fifth brother actually touched the dimensional ...... at this moment," the Great Heavenly King sighed.

Because the reason why the two disappeared was because after the power of the two resonated, a certain dimension would appear, wrapping the two and hiding them in space.

This is a mysterious power that no one can easily touch, but today, it appears on the scene of both sides.

Multiply!

It's hopeless.

Hiss!

It's scary.

It's all nirvana.

Syllable!

Crisp collision ......

The two of them appeared from the heavens.

This was followed by a terrifying aftermath.

Thundered......

It was as if the sky had fallen, and the power of despair swept across the entire sky.

"Fifth Brother ......"

"Fifth Brother ......"

However, at this moment, the Eight Heavenly Kings did not have the slightest joy.

Because the masked man's face showed a deep sword mark.

In the center of the eyebrows between the eyes.

There is not a trace of life.

"Ren ......" Ren Qiandi's figure was lying flat, with two obvious holes in his chest, robbing Ren Qiandi of his vitality.

The corners of Elder Wine's eyes were moist.

As for the aftermath of terror in the sky, no one has paid attention.

"Dead?" Wang Diqin couldn't believe it.

The two of them worked hard and set off from the dimensional space at the same time and entered it, but when the two of them came out, they both came out horizontally.

Two defeats and deaths.

A tragic record.

"Damn it......" Zhuge held the ring ruler in his hand for a long time and gritted his teeth.

But Ren Qiandi could never wake up again.

There was unprecedented silence in the field.

It seems that both sides are in deep pain at the same time.

The eight heavenly kings depend on each other, and along the way, although it is bloody, the eight people can be described as brothers and sisters, but in today's battle, two people have died, such an ending makes the heart of the great heavenly king like a knife.

"Fifth brother......" called softly, but there was no response.

"Never die!" The Four Heavenly Kings wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, their eyes were blood-red, and their long hair with lilac rose in vain with the momentum of the whole person.

"Never die!" Zhuge went up with the ring ruler for a long time and fought with the Four Heavenly Kings.

"Kill!" Wang Xuqin's eyes were blood-red, and he had a medicine pestle in his hand, dancing, carrying the wind and thunder at every turn......

Eight people fought, and blood was spilled for a long time.

The Northern Xuanjian Sect played a sad song thoroughly.

On the other side, Jian Wuxiu grabbed Jian Wubo, galloped nearly a hundred feet, seemed to be aware of it, and flew down in the chaotic forest.

"Bloody ......" Jian Wuxiu was unguarded, placed his junior brother aside, and began to talk about the bloody smell.

"...... here" Jian Wuxiu finally found the source of the smell of blood.

"Is it the one who fought in the front mountain before?" Jian Wuxiu recognized the figure lying in a pool of blood, dressed in white, soaked in blood, without any movement.

"Senpai?" Jian Wuxiu tried to scream, but there was still no movement.

Jian Wuxiu strengthened his courage and came to him.

"What?" Jian Wuxiu almost couldn't believe it, because this person's face was very familiar to him.

"Master?" Jian Wuxiu screamed.

A hundred years ago, the head of the Northern Xuanjian Sect had not fallen, how could he still be alive?

Jian Wuxiu hurriedly helped the man in white up, and at the same time, a stream of pure spiritual power was transmitted.

"What's the matter, senior brother?" Jian Wubo asked.

"It's Jian Nian's ancestor...... "Jian Wuxiu did his best to output his spiritual power, felt that Jian Nian still had a breath, and began to treat him.

"Master?" Jian Wubo struggled with his weak body and came closer.

"The ancestor is not ......" Jian Wubo did not go down, seeing that his senior brother was being treated, he hurriedly helped, although he was seriously injured, but at this moment, it seems that this ancestor is even more miserable.

"Is this what they hurt?" Jian Wubo guessed in his heart, thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at his senior brother's face, but found that his senior brother was meticulous, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually hidden.