"Little bastard, it's so arrogant to win a lucky game, and today I'll let you see the chasm that you can never cross. The moment the words fell, several sword rays flashed around Yizhu's body.

"It's just a yin and yang person, if you want to fight, you can fight, so much nonsense. Yizhu said with great disdain.

Hearing this, Wen Jian's face turned pale, his eyes slowly turned red, the blood vessels in his neck swelled, and the terrifying spiritual power wave rippled out.

"Yin and Yang people, I your ancestors, your whole family is Yin and Yang people, suffer death. Wen Jian roared angrily, his whole body was exposed, as if his body was about to explode, and his hideous face was full of madness, he just wanted to kill Yizhu now.

Suddenly, a powerful momentum bloomed on the sword's body, making the space tremble fiercely, and a fierce sword intent rushed straight to Yizhu's mind, and Yizhu only felt his head tremble slightly.

"It turns out that you have comprehended the sword intent, no wonder you are so arrogant, but it is not just the yin and yang people who comprehend the sword intent. Yizhu looked at him with a disdainful look and a smile.

"Give me death!"

Jian Jian roared wildly, and around him, there were lines of sky-blue sword qi, and the sword qi slowly condensed like a dragon flying in the sky.

With a movement of his mind, the dragon surged down with its bloody mouth open, and suddenly roared towards Yizhu.

With the sound of sneering, the blue sword light flooded the space where Yizhu was, and there was a sneer on the corner of the sword's mouth, in his opinion, Yizhu had been completely devoured by the dragon, and there was not even a slag left in the dead.

"Poof!"

With a crisp sound, the smile on Wen Jian's face froze, and he saw a blood light blooming in the void, and the domineering dragon was instantly split into two, obviously just an invisible gas, but it was cut alive.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped, and it took a few people to come back to their senses and know that the blood light turned out to be a sword.

It's just that this sword is too terrifying, such a huge dragon was cut in two.

Asking the sword is even more difficult to calm down, this blow, but it can kill the monk who has just entered the Yuan Infant, and Yizhu actually cracked it intact.

"Don't you believe that you remember to die?" Yizhu smiled coldly, "What other means do the Yin and Yang people have to come up with as soon as possible, otherwise you won't even have a chance to make a move." ”

"I don't even have a chance to make a move?" asked Jian Fen with a cruel smile, you little bastard is really a big mouth, then you will die a more miserable death.

As soon as the words fell, the aura of the whole body of the sword soared, and the invisible sword intent slowly condensed above his head, and after a closer look, there was a larger blue dragon roaring and soaring in the sky.

The invisible sword intent seemed to be endless, spreading in all directions, and the figure of the sword flashed, merging with the dragon, and the momentum of the whole person skyrocketed.

At this moment, Yizhu's calm face showed a slight wave.

Then he slowly spoke: "Yin and Yang people, do you really want to kill me?"

"What's the matter, little bastard, I'm scared, you insulted Lao Tzu in every way, I didn't expect it to be today. There is no regret pill in the world to accept your sanctions. Wen Jian looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing extremely insolently.

Since the third game, Yizhu has not used his real strength, and only showed his edge a little in the heart demon trial, and at this moment, in the face of this young monk who wants to kill himself, Yizhu is really a little angry.

"If you weren't so arrogant, you might live a little longer, but I will not show mercy to the people I want to kill. Yi Zhuyan said coldly.

"It's up to you, a little bastard of a third-rate sect, you still dare to speak out at this time, Lao Tzu said that if I slaughter you today, you will definitely not see the sun tomorrow. Wen Jian laughed angrily, at this moment, he was full of a kind of wildness, like a fierce beast in a cage, suddenly released, he wanted to vent this anger to his heart's content.

As a generation of Tianjiao, in order to participate in this Lingwu Xuantian Meeting, he has been frozen for fifty years. At this moment, Wen Jian was on the verge of going berserk, he only had killing in his eyes, and he must kill this arrogant thing in front of him with his own hands. But at this moment, if he killed Yizhu like this, it might be too cheap for him.

Then he asked the sword very playfully, "Arrogant little bastard, how is it like to be desperate?" Now if you kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, I may be merciful and spare your life. ”

"A little yin and yang person, who gave you the courage to speak so loudly, even if you have a conscience, you don't pay attention to it. Yizhu said lightly.

"Little bastard, fuck your ancestors. Asked the sword's eyes were cold, and with a loud roar, the whole person suddenly rose to the sky, and the dragon that soared for nine days was like a rain of swords shooting down from the sky at this moment, locking on Yizhu.

Feeling the power of the sword rain, Yizhu stood there, unmoved, and the strange thing was that the sword rain turned by Jiaolong hit Yizhu's body viciously.

Countless crunch sounds kept ringing.

None of the thousands of sword rains could pierce into Yizhu's body.

"Impossible!" Wen Jian's eyes showed disbelief, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

There were more and more sword rains, completely flooding the Yizhu in front of them, and the crowd could no longer see the trace of Yizhu in the sword sea, and the monks and sect masters watching the battle were extremely nervous to watch the battle in front of them.

"Are you desperate?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and then, I saw a figure walking out of the sword rain in the sky, extremely chic, magnificent, thick long hair dancing in the wind, domineering and free.

That sword rain didn't even touch his clothes, so how could you kill him?

Are you desperate?

Hearing this, Qian Jian's heart trembled violently, this is what he said to him, and now he has returned it intact, but he really has no way to argue.

"How can you be so strong!No way, you're just an ant of a third-rate sect" Qian Jian couldn't understand, Yizhu was just a Spirit Sea Realm like himself, and the aura on his body was not as strong as himself, but why was he so strong!

"Ants of the third-rate sect, have you ever thought that one day you will die at the hands of an ant. Yizhu opened his mouth lightly, slowly took out a long knife, and with a blood-colored streamer, his body suddenly disappeared in place.

"Stop!"

At this moment, an angry shout sounded, like a thunderbolt, and the figure of an old man suddenly appeared outside the light curtain next to the Yizhu ring.

The knife that was cut out could not be recovered at the moment, but Yizhu did not regret it in the slightest.

"Ahh

A scream of the sword came from the void, and half of his body was cut off in an instant, and blood spurted wildly!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yizhu was stunned for a moment, and secretly said in his heart, this is not dead?

That's right, if you used martial arts just now, this person will definitely die, but this simple knife has this power, and it's okay.

It's ok too!

If this sentence is heard by the people present, and if Wen Jian who fell to the ground hears it, even if he is not dead now, he will instantly roll his eyes when he hears it.

Yizhu glanced at the old man outside the ring, and after the meeting, he mentioned killing the sky, and walked towards the sword step by step.

Seeing Yizhu coming, the latter screamed in fright, crawled behind him with a frightened face, and roared as he crawled: "Little bastard, you can't kill me, I am the chief disciple of the 'Spirit Sword Dao Sect', my conscience is my cousin, grandpa saves me, and Mo Yan ancestor saves me." ”

"Junior, be a man and leave a line, and see each other in the future, Wen Jian has been defeated, can't you spare his life for the sake of the old man's face?"

Turning his gaze, Yizhu's eyes turned to the figure in the void in the distance, and the murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

It was an old man with gray hair, wearing a white lace brocade robe, with white hair draped over his shoulders and a jade bun on his head.

The aura emanating from the old man's body, even the Heavenly Firmament Elder probably couldn't look at it, and this person was at least a cultivator in the Tribulation Period.

After figuring it out, Yizhu asked loudly: "Venerable Mo Yan, when you compete in the ring, do you still allow outsiders to interfere? Could it be that this battle of life and death is just a child's play, just against us foreign monks?

Yizhu exploded, and the audience was silent, even the other monks in the ring who were fighting to the death suddenly stopped and looked at Yizhu incredulously.

"This kid is really daring, isn't he afraid of death?"

"Senior Brother Gu Ming, this Senior Brother Yi's courage is really admirable. Bai Liyuan, who was competing with Shangguan Guming, said with admiration.

"Yes, my fourth brother, there is no other benefit, that is, he is not afraid of death, and if he does not die for a day, he will feel uncomfortable. As soon as Shangguan Guming's words fell, Yizhu sneezed out.

"That bastard is speaking ill of me behind his back!" looked around and glared coldly at Shangguan Guming. It's definitely this kid.

The latter saw Yizhu's gaze, his face turned slightly red, and he quickly turned his head away from looking at him.

"Senior Brother Hui, do you see it, that's the real man, I like this type, I am not afraid of heaven and earth. Wang Mingyue slashed her opponent with a sword, and said with an infatuated smile.

"Bastard, that kid is my rival from today onwards. Dongfang Hui was furious, and the opponent in the ring roared angrily with a single shot.

"Seeing your cousin being humiliated like this, Senior Brother Asking Heart must be very angry at this moment. The young man with the folding fan who was fighting with his conscience said calmly.

"How can a piece of garbage be my cousin, it's a shame to even have the surname I asked. He said with a very calm conscience.

"Senior brother, I think Yi Xiaozi is too capable of death, and we will be killed by him sooner or later. Xuan Lingzi whispered.

At this moment, Xuan Tiancang also had a gloomy face, although he did not speak, but he scolded Yizhu ten thousand times in his heart.

"What a funny boy. Sect Master Ni Lan said with a smile.

"It's not fun, it's that you can find trouble, this kid is the embodiment of trouble. Shangguan Mingyuan said casually.

"There is strength before there is trouble, I am very optimistic about this kid. I don't know how many times stronger than the stinky boy in my family who only thinks about women. Dongfang Beichen glared at Dongfang Hui angrily and said with a displeased face.

"If you have the opportunity, it is also a good choice to adopt this kid as a righteous son. At this moment, this idea suddenly came to Situ Fufeng's heart. (It was also because of this idea that the powerful 'Golden Crow Immortal Sect' led to the path of destruction.) These are all afterwords, so stay tuned!)

At the same time, when he heard Yizhu shouting, Mo Yanzun's face was unusually cold, this damn asked Baishuang, the grandson he handed over was so unproductive. But in any case, they are also the blood of their younger brother, this little rabbit cub is really too deceitful, and he is so faceless. Sweeping away the gloom on his face, Mo Yan said calmly:

"This time it is true that the nephew of the white frost is acting a little inappropriately, but this seat will not favor anyone, no one is allowed to disturb during the competition, and the competition in the ring is life and death. ”

"Grandpa, grandpa, save your grandson, your grandson doesn't want to die!" Hearing Mo Yan's voice, Wen Jian roared with a desperate face.

Mo Yan glared at the sword and then spoke again: "Although life and death are fateful, others are not allowed to disturb them, but if one party takes the initiative to speak! admit defeat! Then it is another matter." The words just fell.

Wen Jian suddenly brightened, his face suddenly mixed with joy and sadness, and he hurriedly shouted: "I ......" admit defeat, and the next two words sounded at the same time with a miserable scream.

"Ah!!h

A bloody light slashed in an instant, and the tongue of the sword flew high.

"Shuzier dares to !!" The old man next to the ring roared angrily, and the breath on his body was instantly released.

Even Mo Yan on the high platform trembled with anger, and his face turned green.

At the same time, Yizhu said with an innocent face: "The competition is not over yet, and besides, I didn't hear him shout to admit defeat." Between the words, Yizhu slashed through another sword, and the head of the sword flew high, and he closed his eyes with a look of despair and pain. "Now the competition is officially over. ”

"The concubine is so courageous, you have a kind. Looking at the scene in front of him, the old man was almost angry.

"Senior brother, I think after this Xuantian meeting, our sect should change places. Xuan Lingzi said with a demented look in his eyes.

Hearing Xuan Lingzi's question, the latter was silent and his face was gloomy.

"Treat the person who wants to kill the next, you must start first, this is also to strangle a seed in the cradle in advance, and please understand, since the game is over, the kid will leave first, as for the kid's body, please also ask the seniors to deal with it. ”

Yizhu put away the Heaven Killing in his hand, his figure flashed, and he appeared in the waiting area of the game in an instant, and said without arrogance or impatience when he left.

"Do you mean that if the old man wants to kill you, you will also kill the old man in advance?" the old man who picked up the corpse of the sword and said in a cold voice.

"Zai Xia is just a junior, and the seniors certainly don't disdain to shoot at Zaixia. ”

Hmph, damn stinky boy, when the Xuantian meeting ends, if the old man doesn't uproot your Xuanling Sect, I will die to thank the world. The old man stared at Yizhu deadly, and scolded angrily in his heart. Then the corpse holding the sword dodged and disappeared from the ring.

A good third-rate sect, a good Shura bloodline, no matter how arrogant you are, you have to pay the price for what you do.

Mo Yan said coldly in his heart.