Yi Xiaofeng held the demon sword, his body spasmed wildly, his face was painful, and he looked very frightened.

Bai Hongxiao didn't look back, still waiting with his eyes closed.

Jiujian Yao immediately cast a spell, wanting to stabilize the demon sword.

Boom –

A terrifying force erupted from within the demon sword, almost blowing away Jiujian Yao's soul.

Bai Hongxiao stood still, hunting in his robe, he still didn't look back, and he wasn't worried about Yi Xiaofeng at all.

The others' eyes lit up.

Could it be that Yi Xiaofeng can't bear the power of the demon sword?

If so, great!

If Yi Xiaofeng couldn't catch the demon sword, then they would still have a chance.

Si Kuncian and Zhou Shaojun both prayed in their hearts.

Die!

You must die!

Wang Rushen frowned, staring at Yi Xiaofeng with his eyes.

He suddenly spoke: "Bai Hongxiao, you are too fond of your apprentice!"

Bai Hongxiao opened his eyes and looked at him, and said calmly: "He is worth it." ”

Wang Rushen laughed at himself: "It's really worth it to rush him for this guts, how can it be like my apprentice, I was so scared by the Demon Emperor just now that I didn't dare to move." ”

The Demon Emperor in the distance was silent.

Zhou Shaojun was embarrassed and ashamed.

Bai Hongxiao smiled slightly.

"I'm not as good as you, but I'm a disciple with unparalleled talent, Sword Master, it's better for you and me to make a covenant to let our disciples fight again in the future. Wang Rushen said seriously.

Bai Hongxiao said: "Naturally, you can, but it's only about victory or defeat, not life and death." ”

Wang Rushen said meaningfully: "Are you afraid that you will die in vain?"

"I'm afraid that you will die in vain, and I don't have any sense of proportion. ”

“......”

The king was silent.

The Demon Emperor cast a sympathetic glance at him.

This feeling Demon Emperor really understands too well.

Meanwhile.

Yi Xiaofeng is still fighting.

At this moment, his consciousness was in a bright white mysterious space, fighting with a person.

This person turned out to be another Yi Xiaofeng, the two of them looked exactly the same, and even the swords were exactly the same.

The two of them quickly used their swords, their bodies staggering back and forth.

The other Yi Xiaofeng was transformed by the Demon Sword Spirit.

Yi Xiaofeng was stunned.

As soon as he came in, he was attacked by the sword spirit, and he still looked like him, which made him very confused.

Unfortunately, there was no way, he had to deal with it.

He cast the Pure Yang Five Sword Technique, and was easily taken by the sword spirit.

Not only that, but the sword spirit also quickly learned the Pure Yang Five Sword Technique.

The two began to fight against each other with the Pure Yang Five Sword Technique.

Yi Xiaofeng found that this guy's Pure Yang Five Sword Technique was not weaker than him, but even much stronger.

However, the sword spirit and spiritual power of the sword spirit were not stronger than him, almost exactly the same as him.

Is this to test his kendo strength in the same realm?

"Can you speak?"

Yi Xiaofeng asked, his expression playful.

His sword moves changed suddenly.

Match swordsmanship!

The sword spirit couldn't resist it in an instant, and retreated.

The match sword technique is extremely mysterious, and it is likely that it came from another world, and the sword spirit cannot quickly copy this set of sword techniques.

Yi Xiaofeng has the upper hand.

"Is it that if I defeat you, you will recognize me as the master?" Yi Xiaofeng said with a smile, the thousand-year-old cold sword in his hand did not stop, it became faster and faster.

Each sword stabs into the flaw of the sword spirit!

The sword spirit's reaction speed was fast, and he could barely parry.

The battle continues.

The sword spirit never answered, and it seemed that it probably didn't have a spiritual mind.

The true sword spirit of the demon sword should be Jiujian Yao.

Now should be the test set up by Jiu Jianyao.

It didn't take long for Yi Xiaofeng to be moved.

The sword spirit also learned the match sword technique and began to use the match sword technique against him.

The two fought again and were indistinguishable.

"Can you even learn match swordsmanship?"

Yi Xiaofeng frowned, a little flustered in his heart.

If he continues to fight like this, it will be very bad for him.

The sword spirit's sword move suddenly changed, and a sword slashed horizontally, and the sword qi exploded, as if the space was cut open by him.

Yi Xiaofeng raised his sword to resist, but was still knocked out by the sword qi.

The sword spirit then threw the sword in his hand.

Phew-

The sword in his hand turned into a cold light and shot towards Yi Xiaofeng, unstoppable.

Yi Xiaofeng cast a golden eye in mid-air, fell to the ground out of thin air, and turned around to kill the sword spirit with a sword.

The sword spirit seemed to have eyes behind his back, his body twisted, and he slashed with a backhand.

The domineering sword qi came head-on.

Yi Xiaofeng was caught off guard and was bombarded to the point of vomiting blood and flying upside down.

His sword qi and spiritual power are not unlimited, but the sword spirit is.

The sword spirit's sword qi has always been maintained at Yi Xiaofeng's peak strength, and if he falls on Yi Xiaofeng with a casual blow, he can't bear it.

After falling to the ground, Yi Xiaofeng hurriedly stood up.

"Is this the way of two hundred and sixty years?"

Yi Xiaofeng scolded secretly, he finally realized how the enemy felt when facing his sword qi.

As soon as he stood up, he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, his legs were weak, and he fell directly half-kneeling.

He used the thousand-year-old cold sword to support his body, so that he did not fall completely.

The sword spirit stopped, keeping a distance of ten zhang from him.

"That's all you have?"

An indifferent voice came.

Yi Xiaofeng raised his eyes and looked, and the sword spirit showed a mocking look on his face.

He never felt like he was underwhelmed in the face.

This is the first time.

Yi Xiaofeng took a deep breath and said, "I can't beat myself, it's not a shame." ”

The sword spirit shook his head and said, "Not only can't you beat yourself, but you can't beat me, how can you become my master?"

"You're the Demon Sword?"

"Now give you a choice, either surrender to me or die. ”

Hearing Sword Spirit's words, Yi Xiaofeng smiled.

Just a sword, and you want him to surrender too?

Yi Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and stood up again.

He felt all his bones shattered, and there were countless needles scurrying around in his body, and he was in great pain.

The sword spirit smiled: "What is the point of you dying in such a painful way, and then being devoured by me?"

Yi Xiaofeng's pupils turned golden again.

The golden eyes are shrunk!

He teleported behind the Sword Spirit and slashed at it.

The sword spirit quickly jumped away and kicked from the side, kicking Yi Xiaofeng away.

Flying out dozens of meters away, Yi Xiaofeng smashed to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

At this moment, he couldn't stand up at all.

"Damn, it's all come to this point, and it's going to be planted!"

Yi Xiaofeng's heart was full of unwillingness, and his eyes were full of anger.

It wasn't the sword spirit he hated, it was himself.

If he was strong enough, he wouldn't be so embarrassed.

If he were Bai Hongxiao, how good would it be?

If he knows the sword of the world, how can the demon sword not surrender?

The Sword ...... of the World

Yi Xiaofeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heartbeat began to speed up.

"What's your sword?"

Bai Hongxiao's voice sounded in his ears, as if it came from the depths of memory, and the voice was far away.

Yi Xiaofeng fell into deep thought.

What is my sword?

The sword spirit stopped, did not continue to attack, but looked at him quietly.

Yi Xiaofeng fell into unprecedented confusion.

He hadn't thought about it all along.

What is his sword?

Is it one of the thousands of weapons?

He remembered that Bai Hongxiao once said that the sword of a swordsman is the heart of a swordsman.

Every swordsman has a different heart, so the sword is also different.

In other words, this question is asking Kenshin!

Yi Xiaofeng couldn't help but think about what his sword heart was?

The question left by Bai Hongxiao when he first passed on his sword in the world kept ringing in his ears.

"What's your sword?"

Long.

"My sword is your sword!"

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes were certain, and he replied in a low voice.

"What kind of sword is my sword?"

"The sword of the world, the sword of the world!"

"You also care about the world?"

"That's right!"

Yi Xiaofeng seemed to be roaring, and a force surged out of his body.

A figure appeared before his eyes.

This figure is very similar to Bai Hongxiao, and he is performing a set of swordsmanship.