As soon as this voice fell, Baili Duanjiang raised his eyebrows, and the murderous aura that dissipated in his eyes suddenly startled again, and he said in a deep voice: "It's him!"

Ah Diao asked, "Who?"

When the cold wind was blowing, Baili Broken River suddenly clenched his long sword, and his voice became cold: "Sneer!"

At this point, the two of them looked in the direction from which the voice came at the same time, and beyond the deep forest, a black figure came from a distance, and soon approached, landing opposite the two teenagers here, standing calmly.

His face was cold, like the ice of the polar night.

There is no emotion in the eyes, just murderous.

As soon as this figure appeared, an extremely strong smell of blood suddenly wafted from the deep forest, and the murderous aura was even stronger, and the coldness and killing intent during it were more than those of the Baili Broken River.

Ah Diao moved his nose, he pressed the hat on top of his head, tilted his neck and asked, "You just sneer?"

The black-clothed figure clasped his arms in his hands, although he was a teenager, the look in his eyes seemed to have passed through the years.

He said coldly: "In front of the Divine Courtyard that day, you had a battle with Baili Duanjiang, and I was also present at that time. ”

Ah Diao lit up a pair of eyes and said with a smile: "I only wrote down the sword of Baili Broken River that day, and I don't have any impression of you." ”

With a sneer, the bloody aura in his eyes grew stronger, and he said, "But I'm impressed with you. ”

As soon as these words fell, he looked at the knife in Ah Diao's hand, although it was already in the sheath, the sword aura was still there, with an unstoppable arrogance and pride.

Sneering smiled and continued: "If it weren't for the presence of Zhou Jiaoxi from the Divine Academy that day, I would definitely go and learn your knife." ”

Ah Diao shook his head and said indifferently: "There have been many people in this world who want to ask me about the knife, and those who are lucky enough will end up with a loss of cultivation and will be disabled for life." If you're unlucky, you'll die by my knife. If you really did it with me that day, I don't know what kind of ending it would be. ”

Sneering smiled and was a little surprised.

This descendant of the Demon Saint, who came from the land of yellow sand in the northern desert and never really looked down on people, experienced the feeling of being looked down upon for the first time.

He was silent for a long time, and then said, "In addition to the loss of cultivation and death under the sword, I think there should be a third ending. ”

Speaking of this, Sneer Xiao suddenly put down his surrounding arms, and the black demonic qi between his palms tumbled violently, he looked at Ah Diao, stretched out his right hand, and then said coldly: "If you don't believe it, you can try." ”

Fighting, has always been the instinct of sneering and laughing.

Many people know this by heart.

The Baili Broken River is especially clear.

In the past formative years, he and Sneer Xiaoxiao stood on the opposite side, I don't know how many times I have fought in this world, so I naturally know the other party's heart and ability.

If it was before, he asked himself if he was not a sneering opponent.

It's just that after the battle with Ah Diao, his sword intent sharpened his heart, he worked harder and harder, and his cultivation grew rapidly, which is not the same.

If you fight with Sneer Xiao again, the outcome is not yet known.

With this in mind, Baili Duanjiang suddenly approached, side by side with Ah Diao, and he asked softly, "Have you beaten him?"

Ah Diao pursed his lips, shook the knife in his hand, and said, "I have to fight to know, it's just ......"

Before he finished speaking, Baili Duanjiang suddenly handed out the long sword and interrupted him.

A trace of sword intent quietly gathered, blooming inexplicably in the land of feet.

"Whether you have fought or not, you have to let me play the sword first. I said that I would kill some people for you before leaving, although I don't know if my current combat strength can still beat him, but the rest of the sword intent is exhausted, and it is still possible to sharpen some of his sharpness a little. ”

Baili Duanjiang chuckled: "Sharpen your knife, this demon cub will always want you to finish it." ”

Ah Diao raised his eyebrows, waved his hand and said, "Last night's battle has consumed all your mind and breath, even if you have recovered a little at this moment, how can you be his opponent?"

Baili Duanjiang didn't say anything more, he directly raised his sword and stepped forward silently, he looked at it with a sneer and smiled, the sword intent was cold and cold, with a wisp of sword light like water.

Sneering and smiling, his eyes were full of murderous aura, he glanced coldly at the sword in Baili Duanjiang's hand, and quickly said: "I came after a sword intent, before I met you, I always thought that that sword intent was from your hand." Until this moment, after seeing you, I realized that your sword was only slightly sharper than before, but compared with the previous sword intent, there was still a big gap. ”

Speaking of this, the sneer paused slightly, and then added: "You and I are not afraid in the heyday, let alone you now...... I'm just curious, why did you sword him out?

Baili Duanjiang was silent for a moment, and then said: "A demon cub like you who crawled out of hell naturally doesn't know anything except fighting. ”

Sneering and laughing, he quickly turned his palm into a fist, and his murderous aura increased suddenly, and his eyes were filled with blood, as if a demon god was in the world.

He sneered, "You're really looking for death!"

Baili Duanjiang also sneered: "I think your words today are a bit much." ”

As soon as the words fell, a sword had already moved forward.

The sword qi roared away, with countless chills and killing intent.

It's just that under the sun, you can see a trace of inexplicable darkness under the originally extremely bright sword light.

Last night, there was a sword battle, and the sword momentum of the hundred miles of broken rivers was gone.

A sword here is almost only less than half of the level of the Baili Broken River on weekdays.

If it was against an ordinary master of the Four Realms, he might be able to force him back with the sword intent of Nanshan, but now standing in front of him was not only not an ordinary master of the Four Realms, but also the pinnacle of the peak of the Four Realms.

The Demon Saint Descendant sneered, and since the moment he entered the world, he was already the top young master in the human continent.

A body of magic skills to obtain the true inheritance of the demon saint.

How could you step back because of such an imperfect sword?

Not only will he not retreat, but he won't even have the heart to dodge a little.

Sneering and smiling calmly stood in place, the sword intent was at the head, he didn't care about it and directly opened the way with his flesh fist, and the boundless demonic qi rose vertically and horizontally, like a tiger descending from the mountain, biting the roaring sword intent, and pulling it desperately.

The sword scattered brightly, falling like a piece of snow, wanting to disperse the endless demonic energy.

The sneering smile was just a sneer, and there was a hint of contempt under the blood in his eyes.

He suddenly disappeared in place, and when he appeared in the next moment, he had already come to the front of the Baili Broken General, his fist fell suddenly, and with boundless indifference and murderous aura, he swept away the sword light.

The sword intent rose again, but it was broken by his two fingers again.

Baili Duanjiang's face changed in shock, and in front of the horizontal sword, he blocked the sudden arrival of the supreme fist intent with a sneer.

A fierce and bloody aura rose from under the sword and broke into his chest, a sword heart was stirred in an instant, his mind was already damaged, and he stood with his sword in his hand, even if the pain was unbearable, he still did not bend down, let alone take half a step back.

The Nanshan Sword is intent ahead, and he will stick to it with his life.

Baili Duanjiang held the sword with both hands, the sword light became more and more dim, and a layer of dead meaning came out from under the sword.

But he still slashed his sword in the air, and walked towards the fist that sneered and smiled almost without any flaws.

Sneering and smiling never blinked, especially for the fateful enemy in front of him, he was naturally faster than that.

It's just that he doesn't care to take advantage of people's dangers, and he doesn't want to kill Baili Broken River when his sword intent is weak.

In the cold wind, he sneered and smiled with his fists, trapping the sword intent of Baili Duanjiang in place, he stared away, looked at Baili Duanjiang with a pale face in front of him, and said coldly: "Retreat now, I will leave you with your life!"

A light snort came, and Baili Duanjiang stood up with a sword and said, "Joke!"

The Trapped Beast's sword intent began to go wild, constantly hitting the dry prison.

It's almost unstoppable.

Leave no way back.

Sneering and smiling, his eyes were cold, the blood in his pupils was already extremely thick, and the demonic energy in his body was surging, and he decided not to leave his hand again.

His fists were stained with blood, and there were countless unjust souls and lonely ghosts hidden under it, and under the warm sun, he darkened the sky with his fists, and the wind gusted between the deep forests, and the smell of blood was strong, and it seemed to have become a hell on earth.

Baili Duanjiang held his sword, standing in the center of hell with difficulty, the long sword groaning softly, blooming with a little sword light.

It's a little insignificant in this blood-colored world.

A punch fell with blood.

From darkness to the only light.

Baili Broken River's sword only supported for a moment under that punch, and then it was knocked away, and after rolling back and forth in the void space for a few times, it escaped into the depths of his sea of consciousness, and there was no longer any breath.

The faint sword light had naturally been extinguished.

Baili Broken River soon stood alone in the darkness.

He couldn't see it, he couldn't touch it, his body was empty, whether it was true strength or sword intent, it had been exhausted.

He couldn't feel anything but boundless blood and murderous aura.

When another fist intent came from the darkness, with an unstoppable momentum, a wry smile and helplessness appeared between Baili Duanjiang's proud eyes, and he sighed: "Is this going to die?"

No one answered him.

The fist intent in the darkness did not continue to fall.

Because of the moment of life and death, another light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

From here on, the light shone into the firmament, and was almost completely dispelled by its covering, whether it was flesh or darkness.

Even the sneering punch, which was almost impossible to stop, had to stop because of the presence of this light.

With one hand, he dragged the Baili River out of the darkness and returned to the light.

In the deep forest, he stood with a sneer and a sideways smile, his fist was still full of murderous aura, and his eyes were still indifferent, but at this time, he had a little more appreciation and jealousy.

Not far in front of him, Baili Duanjiang stood in place tiredly, although his posture was straight, but he was shaky, but fortunately a hand held him up, so that he did not fall.

A snow-white sword light rose from the forest, firmly protecting the Baili Broken River.

Under the warm sun, Diao held a knife in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, his eyes were extremely clear, and the corners of his mouth were no longer smiling.

His face became more serious than ever, and those who had dealt with him knew that a serious Diao was terrifying.

His knife was even more terrifying.

When the wind became more and more urgent, Ah Diao pointed the knife forward, and a cold knife aura quietly rose, he did not speak, and the meaning he wanted to express was already very clear.

Come to war!