"Ink Evil, why is he here? Isn't he supposed to be in a black cell?"

"Brother, your news is too outdated, the ink evil was released half a year ago, and according to the people in the Criminal Law Palace, it was still picked up by the sect master himself. ”

"It's interesting now, the former heir appeared on the field of the current heir, and faced the first person of the inner disciple, tsk. ”

"But then again, this ink evil seems to have just broken through in the flesh last time, even if it is the Vajra Unsullied Body? Senior Brother Wang is also the Vajra Unsullied Body, and in the realm, Senior Brother Wang is in the Dao seed stage, and the ink evil is only in the foundation building period. ”

"In my opinion, I don't think it's easy to say whether the winner or the loser will be determined, after all, isn't this ink evil all the way a cross-border challenge?

The disciples on the field exploded the moment the ink evil appeared, and the noisy sound buzzed like a swarm of flies.

And Kuruo, who was sitting on the throne, had a puzzled look in his eyes, because the door to the forbidden land could not have come out except for her and the two Supreme Elders, but Mo Xie came out anyway.

"Is it the identity of the Supreme Elder, or does he have a method that I don't know?"

At this moment, Kuruo suddenly found that he couldn't see through the ink evil, if it was to use the jade pendant of the Supreme Elder, it would be fine, but what if it wasn't?

As for the elders sitting on the other side, there was also some commotion, among which the most volatile in addition to the elders of the grass and trees, there were also the elders of the criminal law.

In the past, the Elder of the Criminal Law was always accompanied by a young man, but now, this young man has fallen and was killed by the ink evil with darkness.

And because of the relationship between the ink evil and the day, the dark Nine Dragons, who had not been completely separated from the ink evil, disappeared with the purification of the day, and even the original body was not left.

So how can the criminal law elder not be angry after seeing the ink evil?

Even if his granddaughter has feelings for this person, can it be said that his disciple died in vain?

If it weren't for the fact that circumstances didn't allow him to act, the Elder of the Criminal Law really wanted to kill this scourge.

"Heh, that's right, I remember that we still had a battle that hadn't been finished before, and it just so happened that today we will count the new and old hatreds together, as for you, Xiaoqing Emperor, didn't you keep saying that I am not qualified? Now I will let you see my qualifications!"

As soon as Wang Ye's cold voice fell, he felt that the ink evil in front of him had suddenly disappeared.

However, when he found out, it was too late, and he saw the ink evil descending from the sky, and the strong wind pressure blew his hem hunting.

At the same time, the red light flashed in his hand, the killing knife was completely unsheathed, and a coercion of the spirit weapon suddenly gushed out, crushing towards Wang Ye with a thousand momentum.

"Grinding and chirping, I said a lot, I don't care if you are qualified or not, I am in a bad mood today, since you want to kill me, can I borrow your blood?"

There was bloodthirstiness in Mo Xie's eyes, all these years of depression, all these years of emptiness and grievances, all the negative emotions of these years all broke out at this moment, mixed with a huge sword that covered the sky and the sun.

Rumble!

An explosion rang out, and countless cracks like spider webs spread out in an instant, and the entire ground shook three times.

The chaotic spiritual power storm raged on the competition platform, wrapped in large and small gravels, and catapulted towards the outside world like bullets, making the surrounding disciples watching the battle so frightened that they couldn't help but take dozens of steps back, for fear of affecting them.

"Humph!"

In the smoke, Wang Ye snorted, although in an instant he clamped the edge of the killing knife with his own hands, but the edge and huge force from the knife made him a little unbearable.

After spitting a mouthful of blood, his knees bent just a millimeter off the ground.

"Give me death!"

At this moment, Mo Xie has no reason in his heart, he just wants to vent, and he only wants to calm his anger with blood and life.

Don't ask why, in this cannibalistic world, where did so many whys.

If you want to blame Wang Ye, he appeared too timely, so timely that even Mo Xie applauded and praised, because he couldn't be interested in the opponent who was too weak, but if the opponent was too strong, he couldn't vent it.

Therefore, Wang Ye's opponent at this level is just right, no more, no less.

Click! Click! Click!

The ground under Wang Ye's feet continued to crack, rubble splashed, and with the continuous increase in strength, his whole person began to slowly sink into the ground.

"We can't go on like this!"

Wang Ye saw that the power of the ink evil was even stronger than his own, and while his heart was shocked, a strong sense of crisis also arose in his heart, and he simply stopped suppressing his strength, and all of them broke out.

"Give it to me!"

Wang Ye's arm tendons burst out, and he was like an ant in front of the huge sword, but he shook this sword that was dozens of times and hundreds of times larger than him, and walked out step by step with difficulty.

Immediately after that, his hands were loosened, his feet twisted, and the unrestrained knife suddenly slashed against the tip of his nose and landed on the field outside, and there were many monks who were cut in half by a knife along the way.

For a while, the screams and scolding were endless.

But Mo Xie didn't care, his body sank, and he fell to the ground from mid-air, and the moment his toes touched the ground, the whole person suddenly took a step.

Rumble!

At the same time as the murderous aura in his body exploded, the extreme realm also merged into the murderous aura.

Kill Step!

Extreme!

One of the two is the footwork of accumulating momentum, and the other is the ancient realm of canceling the upper limit, it can be said that there is no more perfect combination in the world.

Almost in just one breath, the killing intent of the ink evil had already broken through the upper limit, forming a fierce ghost with a hideous shape and a blood-red body.

This powerful ghost floated above Mo Xie's head, holding a weapon identical to the killing knife in his hand, and a pair of eyes like black holes staring directly at Wang Ye.

"What is this?"

The moment Wang Ye saw the blood pupil ghost, his aura was chaotic, but he also adjusted it in an instant.

But Mo Xie could let go of this opportunity, and just when Wang Ye was in a trance, his whole person took eight steps in a row again, and each step made a dull sound, which made the hearts of the surrounding disciples involuntarily tighten.

Poof!

Every time Mo Xie took a step, Wang Ye took a step back, and at the same time, he spurted out mouthfuls of blood, and the whole person's breath that was not easy to adjust was disordered again, and this time, Mo Xie obviously had a deliberate move.

"Kill!"

Mo Xie let out a low roar, and kicked the ground under his feet, with endless pressure, and crushed towards Wang Ye.