Bai Wuxin just sat within the range of the Canglang Sword Array, looking fearless, whether it was the sound of the mighty sword or the various voices of the Terran cultivators, she couldn't reflect it.

Only when some Terran cultivators who didn't have long eyes touched her pitifully, she would move a little and directly punch the person who touched her into a blood clot, and there would be no corpse.

In just a short period of time, seven cultivators had already died beside her, even an eighth-order cultivator who was the backbone of the battle, all of whom were directly shattered by Bai Wuxin's unreasonable attitude.

This kind of cruel and swift attack suddenly made all the Terran cultivators present chaotic, and they were taken advantage of by the Canglang Sword Formation under the command of Ji Xiao, and seriously injured a large number of people.

Even if she was arrogant and domineering like Tie Yiping, she didn't dare to take any offense to the white-haired woman sitting in the arena at this time.

Soon, all the cultivators tried to stay away from Bai Wuxin, and the area they used to hide from the attack of the flying sword was forced to shrink, making their situation even more difficult.

According to common sense, this situation was extremely beneficial to Yao Chong and Mo Qing, and soon the Canglang Sword Formation under Ji Xiao's control would be able to seriously injure all the Terran cultivators present, making it impossible for them to continue to threaten them.

But both of them and the ghost know very well that the real danger they are facing now is only Bai Wuxin.

Although I don't know why she sat quietly here and didn't make a direct move, as long as she sat here, the dark cloud would press on their heads and never disperse.

......

"It's really her style. ”

Ji Chunqiu glanced at the situation in Momei Villa, and the heat in his eyes flashed.

This situation was within his expectations.

The White Tiger makes Bai Wuxin and has always been keen to challenge the strong, and in the Holy Pavilion, even the Immortal Zun also accepted her challenge, that is, after that war, she was recognized by the Immortal Zun and became the official White Tiger Envoy.

He didn't ask her to make a move, but when he was in the Holy Pavilion, he intentionally or unintentionally exaggerated to her the methods of the great disciple of the Shoreless Sword Peak and the thousand-year-old ghost on his body, so that Bai Wuxin would inevitably follow secretly, if Yao Chong did not perform well and died early in his arrangement, Bai Wuxin would not make a move, and there was no need to make a move, but once some of Yao Chong's methods really entered her eyes, she would inevitably make a move, and Yao Chong would definitely die. It's just that Ji Chunqiu didn't expect that Gao Yangsong would make a move, and Yao Chong could still summon the Canglang Sword Formation of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

With a challenging opponent like this, she will always let it be broken by her in the strongest state, so that there will be no regrets in such a fight.

Just like a year ago, when he calculated and arranged everything at the place of the battle, but she cleanly broke all the arrangements and knocked them down mercilessly.

Now that Gao Yangsong was defeated by her in his heyday, the only thing left worthy of her attention was the mountain-protecting sword formation of the Shoreless Sword Peak-Canglang Sword Formation.

A look of greed appeared on Ji Chunqiu's face.

Such a powerful and beautiful existence is worth his painstaking approach.

But first, he had to make the game a foregone conclusion.

The turquoise iron ruler swept out again, neatly breaking the ink sword in the hand of the enlightened Dao, and swept off a piece of clothing.

Ji Chunqiu is still making steady moves, step by step, but there is a trace of anxiety in his heart.

His battle with Mingdao has been going on for some time.

After he made up his mind to go all out and not make any superfluous actions like cat and mouse, every time he collided, his iron ruler could abolish one of Ming Dao's ink swords, but he was never able to cause any damage to Ming Dao himself.

It is precisely because of this that on the hill they are on, almost everywhere is covered with cracked spiritual ink, like vivid ink plum pictures.

"It's cunning. ”

Ji Chunqiu stared at Ming Dao coldly, and the iron ruler in his hand attacked without any condensation.

Whether it was before or now, no matter what technique he used, no matter how fierce his attack was, Ming Dao would always let an ink sword cross before his attack, and the ink sword would eat all the strength of his attack, turning into spiritual ink and spreading out, without any impact on himself.

This kind of defense has the shadow of the Wanghai tide of the Canglang Sword of the Shore Sword Peak, and it is more about Ming Dao's absolute control over the characteristics of the spirit ink and the ink sword in his hand, no matter how the Spring and Autumn War method changes, he will only respond with an ink sword.

At one time, one ink sword was broken, and by now, the ink sword in his hand had already been replaced by thousands of them, and the damage he suffered was only seven minor wounds, as well as some damage on his clothes.

Ji Chunqiu looked at the Momei Villa below again.

Yao Chong and Mo Qing were still meditating, but the sword rain in the sky had stagnated, because except for Bai Wuxin, all the people who might threaten Yao Chong and Mo Qing had been seriously injured or shocked by the Canglang Sword Formation under Ji Xiao's command, and no one could really make a move.

The flying swords in the Canglang Sword Formation surrounded Yao Chong and Mo Qing, isolating them from Bai Wuxin.

Yao Mo and Bai Wuxin faced each other across the sky from the rain of swords, and no one made a sound, as if they were calm before the storm.

It's calm over there, he can't continue to be calm here, you must know that there is a person with unknown life and death below, if he can hold it in his hand, it will be of great help to the future layout of the pavilion.

The iron ruler swung out again, sweeping a splash of ink down the cliff.

Ji Chunqiu said coldly: "Your spiritual ink should be exhausted." ”

Ming Dao gasped slightly, and said, "You guessed right, this is my last ink sword." ”

He pulled out the ink sword behind himself and said with a smile: "I'm just afraid that you can't take this last sword." ”

After speaking, Ming Dao held the ink sword in his hand and stabbed out diagonally.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative after being suppressed for a long time.

Faced with this sword, Ji Chunqiu had to retreat.

Because this ink sword was not black, but showed a bright blood-red color, which was very similar to the blood-colored sword light emitted by Yao Chong when he pointed at the sky with the Heaven Killing Sword before.

This is the color of the blood of the Blood Demon Sword.

What Ming Dao used was the Blood Demon Sword Technique that was specially designed to deal with immortals.

The Blood Demon Sword Technique specializes in breaking the immortal or immortal body, Ji Chunqiu knows very well that as long as he is scratched by the Blood Demon Sword, he will become a fish on the cutting board of the Ming Dao, and he can only be slaughtered.

This is the lethality of the real Blood Demon Sword, and everyone in the Holy Pavilion does not dare to take it lightly.

Ming Dao will blood demon swordsmanship, after the battle of Momei Villa that year, it is already well-known in the Holy Pavilion, and Ji Chunqiu does not feel any surprises.

In the previous battle, he was constantly consuming Ming Dao's spiritual ink, and Ming Dao was not forcing him to consume spiritual power, and the last killing move, of course, should be saved until the most certain time.

But since he knew that Ming Dao would use the Blood Demon Sword Technique, how could he not know how to deal with it?

Ji Chunqiu retreated suddenly, and in an instant, he was more than ten meters away in front of Ming Dao, just keeping a certain distance from Ming Dao, and he couldn't get out quickly.

The consumption of the blood demon sword on his own essence and blood is extremely serious, Ming Dao is not a sword demon, he will not kill living beings to absorb blood, and now there are no living beings around here to supply him with blood, as long as it drags on for a while, Ming Dao will still die in his hands.

Ji Chunqiu didn't look in the direction of Momei Villa again.

The appearance of Bai Wuxin sitting cross-legged has long been imprinted in her heart.

Today, she single-handedly planned the killing of Momei Villa, and then cut off Mr. Ming Qi's head with her own hands, she will always pay more attention to him.

Ji Chunqiu smiled, staring at Ming Dao, waiting for his move, no matter how he moved, he had a way to deal with it.

Ming Dao rushed forward with the blood-colored ink sword, and a sword pressed towards Ji Chunqiu's eyebrows, and the blade of the sword first appeared, and a chilling meaning had already slapped on his face with the smell of blood.

Ji Chunqiu was not in a hurry or impatient, he retreated again, and the dust flew everywhere he passed, and one after another dirt walls rose from the ground, blocking Ming Dao and his sword.

Now he only wants to delay time, although it is a little cowardly, but it is the safest.

In the face of the Blood Demon Sword, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

The blade of the sword broke through the heavy earth wall with blood light, and quickly attacked, getting closer and closer to him. It was clear that Ming Dao was trying to get close to him with all his strength.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ji Chunqiu's mouth, the green light on the iron ruler shone brightly, and a tortoiseshell-like barrier opened in front of him.

This enchantment is based on the bones of the great demon corpses cultivated for thousands of years, and it has nothing to do with spiritual power, but it is simply extremely hard.

This is the strongest barrier he left for the Blood Demon Sword, and it is waiting for Ming Dao's last fight.

Almost the moment the barrier was successfully arranged, the ink sword slashed at the tortoiseshell barrier, and the blood was shining, but it could not break it.

Ji Chunqiu's face had a ruthless look on his face.

"Mr. Mingqi, please rest assured......"

Before he could finish his words, he stopped, and the cruelty on his face was replaced by astonishment.

"How...... Probably ......"

His gaze slowly moved down, fixed on his chest.

There, the tip of a sword was oozing blood.

The blade of the sword is cold.