"Look at the knife!" Yan Wuming roared angrily, and the blue-veined knife came out of his hand, turning into a streamer and heading straight for the knight in front of him!

Ximen Tian's expression moved, and his murderous intentions were revealed.

He had a relationship with this Yan Wuming not long ago, but he didn't expect him to appear here. But so what, as long as you dare to compete with yourself for the Yang Sword and the Dragon Vein, you will die!

As soon as he glanced at the Yang Sword sealed on the furnace ding, the Yin Sword on his waist flew out instantly. As soon as he made a move, he showed no mercy, which was enough to kill Dao Xuan Monk a thousand times.

Fast! Indescribably fast! Yan Wuming couldn't even see the shadow of the sword, he could only feel the threat of death coming from this chivalrous man's body.

In the Tomb of the Human Emperor, the space where the Yin Sword passed was cut like paper, revealing many tiny cracks.

As soon as the Yin Sword came out, all the clans were wiped out!The primary magic weapon that Yan Wuming was wearing with him, the Blue Pattern Knife, was reduced to pieces in an instant, and was sucked away by the spatial crack.

It's so strong, I almost can't resist. The young man in the cyan battle suit only had time to emanate this thought in his mind, and the Yin Sword was already there!

It's too late, it's too soon. As if sensing this fatal crisis, the stubborn stone that Yan Wuming hung on his chest suddenly peeled off layer by layer, revealing the true appearance of its original five-colored stone.

"Rest hurting the descendants of my people. A majestic voice sounded from within the five-colored stone, and the strong ripples dispersed the Yin Sword's attack.

"Nameless brother, be careful!" At this moment, Xu Lanhui's voice just fell, tapped the loess under her feet, and conjured a blue spirit sword in her hand, desperately stabbing at this mysterious knight wearing a hat.

"The descendants of the Human Emperor?" Ximen Tian caught the Yin Sword, and quickly exchanged ideas with it, facing the form of the phantom, his body retreated suddenly.

A dragon shadow poured all the power of destroying the world on Ximen Tian's body. In addition to the immortal qi of this style, the power of the dragon vein, which is many times more pure than Ximen Tian's, also roared out, and a move that was sealed hundreds of thousands of years ago reappeared here!

This style is no less than the full force of today's Sword Master.

I want to see how strong the human emperor really was back then! Ximen Tianyan looked at the dragon's head, put the Yin Sword in front of him, his breath changed, and he quickly stabbed out nine swords. These nine swords are the sword style of the Fengtian Immortal King back then.

"Bang. "With Ximen Tian as the center, the surrounding space shook strongly, and the entire Imperial Mausoleum trembled.

"What's going on?" the waning moon that was moving forward stopped one after another, and both Yang Owl and Charm showed a vigilant look.

"It seems that someone has already taken the lead, and the strength of this movement is not weak, I'm afraid it is not inferior to you and me. Yang Yu sensed it, his eyes narrowed, and a trace of murderous aura lingered around his body.

"This is impossible, there is a hierarchical agreement between the immortal cultivation realm and the mortal realm, since it is in the mortal realm, it is impossible to surpass the heavenly beings. Mei Yu was also shocked when she heard what Yang Yu said.

It stands to reason that the mortal realm is guarded by Zhang Tianshi, who specializes in capturing outsiders above the heavenly realm. There is also a powerful Demon Sect guarding Kunlun Mountain to prevent strong people above the heavenly and human levels from crossing the border.

What's more, now that the Immortal Cultivation Realm has started a battle, the two sects of Immortals and Demons represented by the Sword Saint and Mu Nan agreed to a decisive battle near the Immortal Demon Alliance Mountain, and all the powerful people above the Immortal Alliance on both sides gathered in the place of the Alliance Mountain, and the key battle between them was to decide who was the winner of the Eight Desolations Realm.

"Just go check it out. ”

On the other side of the Human Emperor Ding, Ximen Tian's chivalrous clothes were beaten into one by one by the dragon shadow, and the hat was also instantly destroyed by the power of the human emperor's phantom. His body was bleeding profusely, and his sword-wielding hands were trembling.

Tick, tick. Drops of pale golden blood seeped into the earth, and the skin on his chest was open and almost flowered. Although most of the immortal aura was exhausted in the moment of resistance, this move was still blocked!

"Look at the sword!" When Ximen Tian was struggling to breathe, with a coquettish sound, the azure spirit sword appeared from the yellow dust in the sky and headed straight for him.

"Yin Sword, kill her. Ximen Tian stood up, and his eyes were filled with coldness. The few immortal qi in the dantian were injected into the Yin Sword, making this ancient sword exude a terrifying aura like the Netherworld.

"Qin'er?" Ximen Tian was dumbfounded, and his mind was full of scenes of harmony between him and Su Qinqin in the fairy world. The Yin Sword clenched in his hand gradually loosened, and there was a hint of moisture in the corners of his eyes.

I saw a woman dressed in lotus clothes, fluttering, and her appearance was seven points similar to Su Qin.

He's so familiar...... Why did he shed tears. Xu Lanhui was just stunned, so she didn't have time to think about it, and the spirit sword in her hand passed through her chest. When she saw the eyes of this man in chivalrous attire, her hands trembled.

Ximen Tianzheng looked at her deadly, and suddenly hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and his starry eyes showed a little stunned.

"Death!" Yan Wuming was afraid that Xu Lanhui would be lost, and fell from the sky with a short dagger in his hand.

Ximen Tian slapped the ground, his figure disappeared in an instant, and Yan Wuming couldn't catch his momentum, and he pounced.

"Lan Hui, Su Guandao taught you the method of cultivation?" Dozens of steps away, Ximen Tian looked down at the spirit sword that penetrated him, and his tone looked a little helpless.

"How do you know that my name is Lan Hui?" Xu Lanhui didn't know that the person she had just stabbed with her own hands was actually her biological father!

Yan Wuming was also stunned, and didn't make a move for a while. He didn't know how strong the knight in front of him was with his back to him, maybe he could easily pinch himself to death with two fingers.

"Because I'm ......" Ximen Tian pulled out the spirit sword, and flew out along the azure sword with a burst of blood. The sword ** was on the ground, and the sword body was still shaking.

"You don't need to know my identity, I'll just ask once, why isn't Su Guandao by your side? Do you know how dangerous it is here!" Ximen Tian asked, and he inexplicably felt a trace of hatred for Su Guandao.

He originally wanted to fulfill the promise made before the battle of immortals and demons in the fairy world, so that he and Su Qin's daughter would live their lives in a mountain forest plainly, no longer participate in the disputes in this world, and no longer feel the pain of separation. But now Xu Lanhui is still standing here, on the cusp of this dispute!

"Who are you, why do you know about me and Uncle Su?" Xu Lanhui struggled to recall the eyes that had just met her, and she only felt very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

After all, a hundred years have passed, Xu Lanhui was still a baby, where would she remember Ximentian's appearance. I just vaguely remember a pair of eyes as bright as stars, and I don't know whose it is.

"Don't pretend here, using the hand of the waning moon to steal the Yang Sword of my human emperor!" Yan Wuming immediately interrupted the communication between the two, and the short dagger in his hand was eager to try.

"As a human queen, there is still no distinction between right and wrong. In addition, to tell you, this Yang Sword is a fake. After leaving a sentence, Ximen Tian turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Yan Wuming suddenly felt that his hand was empty, and the short dagger was cut into three pieces.