A white dress hunted in the cold wind, and his elevated figure stood upright like a javelin, staring indifferently at the man opposite, with cold eyebrows and eyes.

The qi of the Cave Xuan Realm bloomed, and Zhuo Yuming said in a cold voice: "Please." ”

The corners of Liu Xu's mouth were upturned, his arms were slightly raised, and two clouds of gray light condensed from his palms, faintly with sword energy. He didn't make a move immediately, but looked at Zhuo Yuming with a strange expression, and said softly: "Miss, what kind of shit luck did you kid go, and you can kiss Fangze." Although he didn't have a grudge or grudge before, he was lucky enough to beat you up to relieve his anger. ”

Zhuo Yu clearly said, everyone in this demon palace is really wonderful.

Glancing at the sword light in the other party's hand, his right hand was raised flat, and a cyan sword light was condensed and formed.

"Come on. ”

Zhuo Yuming opened his mouth gently, and there was an obvious hint of provocation in his eyes.

The man who was not tall and a little thin shrank the corners of his eyes, and the sword light of his hands suddenly soared, and with a wave of his hands, he staggered towards Zhuo Yuming's neck.

Before hearing the sound of gold and iron, a cyan sword light flashed, and the two gray sword lights were all broken.

Liu Xu looked at the blue light in the other party's hand in disbelief, and then glanced blankly at the qi soldier in his hand that had been disconnected. This killing sword qi is his proud method, and since he has been fighting and cultivating, he has never been in a bad position. Even against the sword cultivators of the same realm, they can also rely on this qi and magic power to fight head-on. At this time, he was cut off so lightly by the cyan sword light, which made him a little difficult to accept for a while.

Just when he was stunned, Zhuo Yuming slashed again.

Liu Xu once again urged the killing sword qi, and the gray sword light parried the slashing sword.

After a brief fight, Zhuo Yuming also saw that this magic power was the main means of the other party, and he was also funny in his heart. The other party's gray sword qi is indeed not bad, but when it encounters the Eight Desolation Divine Sword of the Human Emperor, it is naturally much inferior.

Knowing that the characters who came on the field behind him would inevitably be more difficult, Zhuo Yuming, who had saved the idea of quick determination to fight quickly, condensed the sword light again, and this time the cyan sword light was mixed with a touch of dark yellow.

Chopping melons and vegetables again, cutting off the gray sword light, Zhuo Yuming put the blue and blue knife across Liu Xu's shoulder. The violent and fierce knife qi lay across the neck, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down the door of the head.

The spiritual power converged, and the qi knife dissipated.

Zhuo Yuming put down his hand and said with a smile: "I agreed." ”

Liu Xu's face was full of complicated expressions, including the careless remorse of his rival, the fear of the cyan sword light, and more of the shame of being easily defeated.

"Waste stuff, get out of the way. ”

A gray figure flew from the side, kicked Liu Xu away at will, squinted at the figure flying out, and scolded coldly.

The person who came was a stout man with muscles and knots, dressed in a gray short suit. The muscles bulged high, a bald head was shiny, and the gangsterism of the whole body was undoubtedly revealed.

This bald man with a fierce breath and a stout body is named Lei Li, and he is a fierce general under the Painted Skin Fairy. Aggressive by nature and extremely cruel. He is extremely tyrannical and bloodthirsty, and whenever he fights with people, he likes to tear off people's limbs alive, and he is notorious in the entire Icefield State.

After the thunderous figure fell, he didn't rush to make a move, but clasped his hands and kneaded his knuckles. He paced slowly around Zhuo Yuming, looking up and down, as if a fierce beast was wantonly looking down on its trembling prey.

This person's aura was extremely ruthless, and at first glance, he was a murderer with countless lives on his back, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help frowning.

He has never had a good impression of this kind of person who has too much blood on his hands. When a monk cultivates, he still has to have a heart of respect for heaven and earth, and killing too much is not a good thing after all. Such a character who has countless lives in his hands must be murderous people who treat human life like a mustard.

Zhuo Yuming did not greet politely this time, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the Eight Desolation Divine Sword slashed directly towards Lei Li.

The cyan sword slashed towards the strong man's chest with the momentum of wind and thunder, and the howling wind blew the gray clothes tightly against his body.

A wisp of disdain rose on Lei Li's ugly and hideous face, and with a wave of his hands, two short knives surrounded by precious light flashed out, colliding with the cyan knife light.

A clash of gold and iron sounded, and two short knives no more than three or four inches long fell into Lei Li's hands. The fierce man who blocked the blow of the Eight Desolation Divine Knife held the short blade upside down with both hands, and rushed towards Zhuo Yuming, with a majestic momentum.

It turned out to be an eight-rank martial artist who was good at short knives.

Zhuo Yuming's body was agile and fast, his shoulders swayed slightly, and the person had already flown backwards for several feet. The onlookers around the Demon Palace Gate got up and flew away, making room for the two of them.

Lei Li chased after him, relying on two short knives of top-grade heavenly magic weapons, separating all the cyan knife lights that Zhuo Yuming had slashed out. The body of the eight-rank martial artist is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he closes the distance with Zhuo Yuming.

Just as he was about to throw a heavy punch, a blue and yellow sword light slashed down. The sharpness of the sword light this time was far better than before, and the sword light that easily cut off Liu Xu's qi soldiers before was like a retreat. Lei Li didn't dare to be careless, his true qi surged, wrapped the two short blades, and slashed at the sword light.

The blue and blue sword light shattered, and a sturdy figure rushed out of it, and it was lightning fast, and it swept in front of a white-clothed body in an instant. A punch was thrown, and the ferocious fist wind hit Zhuo Yuming's chest.

This powerful punch was enough to crack the mountain, Zhuo Yuming's figure trembled suddenly, and the fist actually pierced through his chest.

Everyone was shocked, and there was no blood spilled as expected.

The white-clothed figure distorted instantly, and then dissipated, turning into white arcs of thunder, and thunderbolts exploded.

When Lei Li hit a punch, he sensed that something was wrong, and the fist passed through the opponent's body, but there was no tactile feedback of flesh and skin colliding. The moment the other party's figure dissipated, he wanted to withdraw his fist. However, the thunder light was too fast, and it only crawled all over his entire arm in an instant.

Under the flashing thunder, the bald man suddenly twitched.

Even with his strong physique, it was difficult to resist the paralyzing sensation brought by the Heavenly God Thunder.

Under the cover of the sword light of the God Punishment Sword, Zhuo Yuming, who had separated the incarnation of thunder light, had already quietly flashed to the side. At this time, he looked at the thunder that was crawling all over his body with white thunder, and his eyes were playful. Under the Dharma seal in his hand, the cyan thunder light kept wandering and crackling.

A Yimu Gang thunder came out of the hole like a green dragon, and suddenly rushed towards Lei Li's back.

Although this Lei Li is also an eighth-grade, he has obviously been immersed in the divine consciousness realm for a long time, and it is by no means comparable to Shu Jinran, who has just entered the eighth-rank. Although his body was paralyzed under the invasion of thunder, he still sensed the crisis behind him for the first time, and under the pain, he suddenly waved his left hand.

A silver light pierced the sky, directly piercing the cyan thunder light hole.

But even if he was pierced through it, Yimu Ganglei was still intact, and Qinglong still bit on Lei Li's back.

Yimu Ganglei is not as powerful as the Brilliant Heavenly Thunder of the Heavenly God, nor is it comparable to the fury of Gengjin Xuanlei, but the thunder is added to the body, and it is directly acting on the meridians in the body, and the pain of the meridian tearing suddenly rises.