At this moment, the big demon Xuanhuan, who pretended to dominate the body, reappeared in the world after ten thousand generations, his lips and teeth were spread, the corners of his mouth were raised, the bloody eyes on his forehead were strange, and his face was distorted, revealing an extremely hideous and terrifying smile, and he spit out a white mist between breaths, emitting a fishy and rotten smell.

"Whew...... Hiss ......"

Xuan Huan raised his arm, which was slightly thinner because of the Xuanmo scale armor, and hooked his finger provocatively at Wu Dingzi. Seeing this, the latter immediately straightened his body and prepared to fight with him.

At this time, Naruko's lazy voice came from high in the sky: "Seventh Senior Brother, this monster is terrifying, I don't think you can beat it, why don't we wait for the others, lest we ......"

Before the words fell, he saw that the indefinite board had a straight face, and angrily reprimanded: "Silence!"

"Eliminate the demon and defend the way, my generation has an unshirkable responsibility, why do you shirk it in every way. ”

Hearing this, Naruko retorted: "The master told me: 'The demon is disgusted with the three corpses of himself, and the cultivator, if you want to subdue the outer demons, you must first eliminate the inner demons. 'If the inner demon is shallow and subdued, it is stained with dust through the gaps, it is pervasive, and it destroys the mind at every turn with lust, but you and a few senior brothers talk about the demon elimination and defense path all day long, what kind of demon should you get rid of?

"Maybe in the eyes of this monster, we are demons, and it still defends itself......"

"Hey, forget it, I don't understand, I don't understand, I have a headache when I think about it, it's up to you. After a little use of his brain, Naruko felt tired, so he had to wave his hand again and again, because he didn't want to argue with Naruko anymore.

On the other hand, although Wu Dejun prides himself on being of good character, but putting aside the nominal demon eradication and defense path, his behavior is indeed selfish. After all, being able to compete with a strong player like the Dragon of the Heavenly Palace is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for refining swordsmanship. But if he let Wu Dingzi tell the truth directly, he felt that he had lost his Taoist demeanor, but fortunately Wu Naruko no longer asked, and Wu Dingzi could also say something at will: "If you don't understand, I will teach you in the future, and if you don't want to contribute now, then hide aside and protect the senior brother." ”

"Oh, good. ”

Without having to contribute by himself, Wu Naruko was also happy, and after answering the word, he was moving closer to Li Yushuang, but when he was about to move, he suddenly stopped and told Wu Dingzi: "Be careful, Seventh Senior Brother, don't let it beat you to death." ”

"Don't worry, your senior brother and I are not soft persimmons. Wu Dingzi replied, a pair of eagle eyes staring at the hustle and bustle, becoming sharper and sharper.

............

During the conversation between the two of them, Xuan Huan just stood quietly in place without any movement. It is not a tyrant, it is neither bound by mundane things, nor is it afraid of the hundreds of breaths in the distance that are just like dust in its eyes, and it is also not in a hurry to take the lives of the people before it. What's more, strictly speaking, as early as 30,000 years ago, from the moment it was peeled off by Ji Shaohao, there should no longer be a mystery in these four continents. It's just that for a big demon like it, death does not mean death.

At this moment, I have been away from the hustle and bustle of the world for a long time, intoxicated with the real touch brought by the real body, greedily smelling the salty smell of the tide and sea breeze, and listening to the beautiful music played by the churning waves.

On the opposite side of the Xuan Huan, Wu Dingzi was obviously not so interested, I saw him calm down, and then retracted his legs and lifted his body, his feet stepped on the hilt of a sword behind him, his upper body was straight, his face was solemn, his lower body was smart, his legs and knees were staggered and squatting, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, his hands were knotted with the sun wheel seal, and the empty path and heart meridian in his body flowed, mobilizing the true qi stored in the limbs and hundreds of remains, so that gradually there was a smoke-like blue and white light lingering around his body, and then he heard his mouth murmur:

"The Dao Sword is sacrificed to the Tiger Ben, and the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth are killed, the East Suixing, the West Taibai, the North Star, the South Yingfu, the Great Sanctification, the Ghost Spirit, the Thief, and the Fu Wan Soldiers......"

During the period of indefinite accumulation, Xuan Huan hugged his chest with his arms, his shoulders and neck were relaxed, his skull was slightly tilted to the left, his forehead was bloody and his eyes were playful with a bit of banter, and his long tongue, which had transformed into a snake letter, licked the tip of his nose from time to time, and his fingers were sharp and rhythmically struck on the Xuanmo scale armor on the side of the ribs. This leisure and leisurely has the meaning of visiting the garden to watch the play, as if in Xuan Huan's heart, the gradually rising killing intent of the people in front of him not only cannot pose a threat to it, but because of its weak and hard-working appearance, it provides it with a lot of fun, making Xuan Huan look forward to the next thing.

After a few breaths, after reciting the incantation, Wu Dingzi suddenly opened his eyes, and the blue and white light around his body skyrocketed, like a sharp sword that was about to be unsheathed, and it was full of great prosperity in the middle of the convergence.

At this point, Wu Deguo slowly let go of the hands of the seal, and the true qi in the palm of his hand flowed to exert Feng Xu's method of resisting the wind, creating a steep gravitational force, and the other four long swords were dragged up from the sandy bank, gathering on the left and right sides in front of him.

"Heh......"

Wudezi took a deep breath, held his breath in his chest, lowered his front body, hooked the toes of his hind feet, drew a sword, and then flipped his body in the air, picked up his front feet, and then a sword rose into the sky. Then, without waiting for the body to be straightened, Wu Dingzi pulled out the other four swords, holding two handles in each hand.

"The sword is shadowless, and the spring is riding the wind!"

A soft drink fell, and Wu Dingzi rode the sword, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking the air, and rushed straight to the Xuan Hustle. And at this moment, Xuan Huan, seeing that Wu Dingzi was coming, although he still looked lazy and comfortable, he couldn't help but be aroused by his peculiar moves.

Although there are tens of millions of swordsmen in the four continents, and the factions are complex, they can be roughly divided into two categories: one is easy to get started, difficult to master, so it is highly respected by the gate valve faction, and there are many practitioners of the swordsman, the most significant feature of this kind of swordsman is that whether he is holding a single-handed sword or a two-handed sword, he usually only uses a sword, and the swordsmanship is mainly based on the quick moves of stabbing and provoking. The most striking feature of this type of swordsman is that he uses his limbs and often holds multiple swords, and his swordsmanship is mainly based on the opening and closing moves of chopping and sweeping. There is also a sword master, who can drive hundreds of sword blades, but because it is more important than swordsmanship, the practice of the art of the emperor is no different from that of the emperor, so it is not included in the swordsmanship.

In the previous battle against the hegemon, the stator held the sword alone, which made it a quick swordsmanship of stabbing and teasing, but this time he made another move, but it was completely different from that time with multiple swords, and the swordsmanship contained the opening and closing of the swordsmanship. It is true that it is not easy to touch the class in swordsmanship, but the reason why Wudezi can arouse the interest of Xuan Huan is not only because of this, but also because of his sword holding method that is different from ordinary people.

At first, he drew his sword without a stator, holding a sword with his thumb and palm, which was for the right hold, and the other four fingers holding a sword for the reverse hold, and his hands roughly looked like they were holding a long stick with both ends of the blade, which was really not like what an ordinary swordsman did. After taking the sword, because the two were only a few zhang away, so in an instant, Wu Dingzi had already killed in front of Xuan Huan.

"The sword is gone, Xia Lan is angry!"

Wu Dingzi shouted angrily in his heart, and immediately raised his arms high, and the long sword in his hand staggered down with the power of thunder, and slashed directly at the shoulder and neck of the person in front of him.

The sword has no shadow, born from the skill of Chengdao Mountain, it is the unique secret technique created by the former indefinite son in the Zongmen Tibetan Sword Peak for fifteen years of retreat, watching the flow of the four seasons, understanding the scorching heat and cold winter, the hard work and hunger, and the feeling of the heavens. This method not only won the reputation of the Shadowless Sword Venerable for Wu Dingzi, but also gradually improved with his travels to the three continents, and has almost reached the realm of transformation.

But who knew that Xuan Huan saw this, but he didn't hide, he still looked at the wrist of the indefinite with interest and a little expectation, and at the moment, it was more like a game to stretch his muscles and bones, rather than a life-and-death struggle. But all this is just the opposite for Wu Dingzi, honing his swordsmanship to his level, except for life and death fighting, it is almost impossible to enter the realm, so he regards this life and death fight as an opportunity, an opportunity for his swordsmanship to truly enter the superhuman realm and reach the peak.

At the moment, the indefinite movement is fast, the sword moves are fierce, and the two long swords in his hand are staggered, which should be an indomitable momentum, but who knows that when he carried the sword to five inches away from Xuan Huan's body, the long sword suddenly took off his hand, and the strength on it did not dissipate, and it still followed the previous trajectory towards Xuan Huan's shoulder and neck. And at this moment, the tip of the indefinite toe was tapped, and the long sword of the royal rider under his crotch suddenly sank three or two inches, and the two long swords in his hand were held from the bottom up, according to the chest and abdomen of Xuan Huan, also at a distance of five inches from the front of his body, Wu Dingzi took off his hand again, at the same time, the two long swords that he had previously slashed at Xuan Huan's shoulder and neck, unsurprisingly, failed to penetrate the Xuanmo scale armor, but was bounced out by it, Wu Dingzi took the sword down, flipped his wrist, and slashed at Xuan Huan's neck, and then it was still there

Get out of your hands five inches in front of you......

The cycle goes on and on, but in just eleven or twelve breaths, Wu Dingzi has already slashed out hundreds of swords, but under his seemingly rainstorm pear blossom-like offensive appearance, there is a gradually shattered sword body and an increasingly swollen wrist. Although long before Yu Xuanhuan's fight, Wu Dingzi realized the solidity of this body from the bottom of his hegemony, so he chose this move to expand the trajectory of the sword and increase the buffer. But even so, every time Wu Dingzi received the sword and took out the sword, the shock force from the black scale armor still caused his muscles to tear apart. The gap in strength between the two is probably no longer something that can be made up by tricks.

On the other hand, the heavy sword shadow slashed at the body, and it did not move, or rather, there was no need to move at all. Because for Xuan Huan, although the sword move of the indefinite is novel, it is at best a slightly stronger tickle. But having said that, since it is a fun event to celebrate its return to the world, Xuan Huan still expects that Wu Dingzi will have any more novel tricks, after all, there is no comparison, and there is no fun.

At the same time, Wu Dingzi, who had never been able to hurt Xuan Huan in the slightest, finally saw the gap between him and the former, and then gradually retreated, only to see him slow down his sword momentum, and instead put his hands together, and shouted violently: "Chong Yan Thunder!"

As soon as the words fell, countless crimson strange thunderbolts burst out from the palm of the indefinite, and then he pulled his palm horizontally, and in the thunder and lightning, a simple thunder pattern wooden sword gradually revealed its true body.

As soon as Wu Dingzi grasped the wooden sword named Chong Yanlei, and then stepped on his heels, the long sword of the imperial rider under his crotch turned horizontally for half a circle, carrying him away. Before leaving, Wu Dingzi was quite unwilling, and his swollen wrist shook the sword flower, and shot several lightning strikes one after another.

"The sword is gone, the winter thunder and snow are hail!"

Seeing this, Xuan Huan made a rather rare move, but instead of responding to the thunder, it raised its arm and stretched out a finger in the other direction.

After an instant, a cold light descended from the sky, hitting the stomach of Xuan Huan's fingers, and the shape and appearance were the sword that was at the beginning, and the indefinite front foot was the sword that was raised to the sky.

"Loud and sound, boring tricks. Xuan Xuan said secretly in his heart, and then flicked his fingers, and the long sword suddenly turned into ashes. Without the 'little worm' sword dance in his mind to adjust his mood, Xuan Huan already felt a little bored, and he thought in his heart, maybe he should help the bully go down and do something.

At this moment, Xuan Huan sensed an unusual fluctuation of the sea breeze behind him, and it turned slightly sideways, dodging a dark golden edge that swept by, and after failing to hit the target, it turned into a streamer and retreated.

At this moment, far away from the sea behind Xuanhuan, Thevuya was dressed in regular clothes, stepping on a water-shaped lotus, and her body was throwing, followed by the dark gold streamer into her body, and the Divine Son was armed again.

"Shizi, let's go!"

After Tevure greeted the weeping son, she suddenly stepped on the water-shaped rosette under her feet, and was about to run to the island, but who knew that in the next moment, she did not leap up as she imagined. The step of Tevore is not only as weak as falling on cotton, but also has a lot of pulling force from under its feet.

Tevoia looked down suddenly, only to see that the water-shaped lotus platform had already split into hundreds of arms, dragging her calves firmly, and even more so spreading throughout her body.

Tevue was about to raise her sword to cut off the water arm, but suddenly she felt the strange sensation of being licked from the mask of the Creator on her head, and then a strange voice sounded in her ears:

"Prey, caught. ”