Chapter 248 begins to fight

Mu Ling stopped Jian Wuchen, Jian Wuchen stood with his sword on his back, dressed plainly, his face was indifferent but expressionless, and he was Xuanang, if he didn't know the origin of his sword slave, I was afraid that no one would be able to see it.

This dragon and tiger leaping posture is definitely a hero among people!

"Get out of the way!" Jian Wuchen didn't say much, but it was enough sword skills, and he didn't have a good impression of the Eighth Prince, but he couldn't ignore the disciples of Liuyun City.

Partnering with the Eighth Prince is just an order from the master, he glanced at the two people who were fighting with Ye Xiwen, Ye Xiwen did not show the slightest sign of falling into the disadvantage, if he continued to fight like this, he was afraid that he would not know that Ma Yue in the Year of the Monkey would be able to save the disciples in the Blood Spirit Array, since they couldn't do it, they had to do it themselves.

"Impossible!" Mu Ling said lightly, glancing at Ye Xiwen's side and seeing that Ye Xiwen was not left behind, he was relieved.

Neither of them is a person who talks a lot, so since they can't talk, they just do it.

The long sword of the sword without dust instantly lit up a little flowing cloud in the sky, flowing through the sky, cutting through the sky, and the sword light suddenly pressed out a picture of flowing clouds breaking through the sky, and smashed it down.

Jian Wuchen was ruthless and did not spare the slightest hand.

At the same time, Mu Ling also made a move, they were also cultivating the way of the sword, but it was obviously different from the elegant and chic way of the sword that Jian Wuchen was, and there was no trace of the gloomy feeling brought by the cultivation of corpse qi, but it was vast and upright, which was another kind of dignified avenue.

The strong aura of the two sides made many disciples watching the battle tremble, although the battle between these two people was not as fierce as Ye Xiwen's three-person fight, but the battle damage was not much worse, after all, they were only one layer away, and the destructive power of the Seven Truths was also unimaginable, except for a few people who chatted about it, on today's Ten Thousand Demon Island, they are the top, who dares to underestimate them.

"Boom!" The sword qi of the two sides slammed together, Liuyun and Huangquan slammed together.

Jian Wuchen is a rare genius in Liuyun City in a hundred years, he can go from a sword slave to his current status, his talent and hard work are not idle, but Mu Ling is not idle, and there are few opponents in the same rank.

The sword qi of both sides directly compressed into a picture scroll, and they had already comprehended the sword intent, and the sword intent was exerted to the extreme, which was very terrifying.

The sword intent of the two sides was entangled to a trace, devouring each other and erasing each other, which was a terrifying competition of artistic conception.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The fierce battle between the two sides may not be as powerful as the battle of Ye Xiwen and the three, but the real intensity is not bad at all.

Jian Wuchen wanted to save the disciples of Liuyun City, and Mu Ling even promised Ye Xiwen that he would never let anyone make trouble.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ahh

In the Great Blood Spirit Array, the evil Blood God in the sky above was nailing those disciples to the ground one by one.

Mu Youran on the side smiled very happily, while directing the big array to nail those disciples of the Overlord Party and Wanzhen League, but his heart was unusually happy, and he felt a feeling of raising his eyebrows.

After knowing that the two major alliances of the Dao were going to make a move on the Blood Spirit Alliance, almost everyone was not optimistic about the Blood Spirit Alliance, and the fall of the Blood Spirit Alliance was only a matter of time, at most, Ye Xiwen might be able to save the Blood Spirit Alliance, but as a generation of Tianjiao, how could he be willing, if it weren't for the Eighth Prince getting the inheritance of the Four Elephant Gates, the cultivation of several people would be about the same now.

Mu Youran smiled a little evilly, after this battle, who would dare to underestimate their Blood Spirit Alliance.

"Boom!"

The spear of the Eight Desolations pierced the cosmic firmament, and the terrifying qi machine firmly locked Ye Xiwen, and he was heroic, like a demon god. ...,

"Qiang!" Wan Chengyao's long knife instantly slashed out dazzling blades, and the endless light roared out.

Two terrifying attacks instantly killed Ye Xiwen, in everyone's opinion, Ye Xiwen would definitely not be able to resist it, such an attack, it would be good to be able to resist one, let alone two.

The sky collapsed, and the air waves flew, directly bulldozing countless trees.

"Boom!" Ye Xiwen's long knife burst out, and a golden dragon rushed forward.

The terrifying wave of qi swept away, it was a terrifying collision, but Ye Xiwen didn't even move, the aftermath of this kind had no effect on him at all, you must know that his strength was too terrifying, especially the hegemonic golden body, the incomparably strong body, this is the fundamental confidence of Ye Xiwen to dare to fight with two people.

"Get out!" Compared to the Eighth Prince's fanaticism for killing Ye Xiwen, Wan Chengyao cared more about those disciples of the Wanzhen League, if the disciples of the Wanzhen League died, then he would really become a loner.

Finally, he completely broke out, and the sword was like a sea of swords pressing towards Ye Xiwen like a sea of mountains.

The blade was like a wave, swept towards Ye Xiwen layer by layer, and the Eighth Prince next to him was also cooperating to stab the spear out, unable to prevent it, like a dragon in the waves, sometimes taking off, sometimes drowning under the waves, extremely terrifying.

In Ye Xiwen's eyes, the killing intent was rampant, and it was even more killing for these two people.

If Wan Chengyao's blade is like waves, then Ye Xiwen's current long knife is breaking the waves, letting his endless sword waves sweep in, Ye Xiwen just cut out with a knife.

Ye Xiwen's hegemonic golden body completely embodied the terrifying combat power at this time, and the golden true yuan was boiling, like a golden god of war, standing still in the crazy waves, like a hard rock in the sea, no matter how many times he beat the waves, he would never want to shake Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen knew that this was not yet the most tragic time, and his hegemonic golden body had not yet been fully released.

"It's really a solo battle against two masters!"

"And it's not down at all, this Ye Xiwen is a little too terrifying!"

"If you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that Ye Xiwen is really going to become famous in one fight!"

"It's still early!" said lightly as the war eagle watching the battle, "This is just the beginning, and it's not so tragic that you live or die!"

Ji Mingyue, Wang Ziwei and others also nodded, their vision was naturally incomparable to ordinary people.

"Although there are not many people in Dayue Country this time, there are many elites, whether it is the Eighth Prince or Ye Xiwen or Jian Wuchen, or Yan Shaobo and Mu Youran, they can all be called elites!"

As War Eagle said, it was the time when Ye Xiwen and the others fought to the most intense stage.

The long knife in Ye Xiwen's hand slashed out one sword intent after another, faintly fluctuating with the law, and Ye Xiwen slowly revealed his hole cards.

Each knife will turn into a picture scroll and crush the past, which is the most ruthless knife intent to crush, the competition of artistic conception.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A picture scroll was suppressed and turned into the most terrifying blade and slashed down.

The Eighth Prince and Wan Chengyao also exerted all their strength, and all kinds of means of pressing the bottom of the box were used, and Wan Chengyao's blade pressed down the endless stars, forming a sea of stars, which was crushed down alive and collapsed the heavens.

And the spear of the Eighth Emperor stabbed out an endless army of conquests, and the emperor swept the world, and no one could ignore his terrible.

"Boom!"...,

Waves of air swept out, and in the most important places, even the atoms were shattered by the terrible collision to form a cloud of mushrooms that rose up one after another, bursting with an incomparably terrifying light.

Ye Xiwen's hair flew wildly in the wind, and the long knife in his hand crossed the sky with a terrifying sword, colliding with the opponent's knife and gun.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The aftermath of the attacks on both sides swept everything, swept across the mountains, and even the universe collapsed.

The two sides finally began to fight to the white-hot stage.

Everyone was dazzled, they didn't expect to see such a battle, compared to the masters of the same level, these three people didn't know how strong they were.

This is a rare opportunity, after which there may never be such an opportunity again.

Circles of qi waves rolled out, and the terrifying force was striking the sky, creating a scene like the end of the world, and swept away.

And at this time, the battle finally reached its most tragic time.

"When!" Ye Xiwen slashed at the spear stabbed by the Eighth Prince, and the terrifying force rippled out in an instant, and even a small mountain peak was about to be razed.

Immediately afterwards, another long knife was like a deep-sea swimming dragon, instantly breaking through the sky, sweeping in, suppressing heaven and earth, and slashing down on Ye Xiwen's body.

"Poof!" With golden blood splashed out, this knife almost didn't cut Ye Xiwen in half, Ye Xiwen hurriedly retreated all the way, and only after dozens of feet did he see how to avoid this terrifying attack.

"Are you going to start fighting for your life and death when you're injured?" a disciple shouted excitedly.

Wan Chengyao roared wildly, and his tall body was like a mountain range that was pressed down in a hundred lifetimes, with boundless might, rippling layer by layer, and slashing straight down towards Ye Xiwen.

This is unforgiving, if Ye Xiwen is caught, he will completely kill Ye Xiwen.

"Die, no one can save you today!" The Eighth Prince sneered, his spear was like a dragon, swept up a terrible storm, turned into a ball of light, and swept towards Ye Xiwen.

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