The slaughtering Shushan Sword Sect, on the open-air square, is full of gloomy ghost energy, and the biting temperature makes people unable to suppress themselves, penetrating into everyone's hearts.

The momentum of the body is constantly soaring, and the peak of the middle stage of agility is broken, and it is still rising!

The clouds were rolling in the sky, and the lightning from time to time seemed to be the sound of angry reprimands, until the cultivation in the late stage of the spirit was still rising, and then breaking!

Everyone in the ring watched all this dumbfounded, this is going against the sky, this is the single-mindedness that my generation of cultivators should have.

At the peak of the agility period, Li Xiaoyi felt the power of his whole body, he looked up to the sky and roared, like a wanton and arrogant beast, his white hair was flying, and he could no longer cover his bloody hideousness.

The air was full of bursting breath, he held the knife, his body moved, and a corner of the ring collapsed.

Too fast as a light body, faster knife, like thunder. The rain and fog were long, although Mu Jianchen was also surprised in his heart, but the result was already like this, his idea was extremely simple, so best!

An evenly matched opponent can arouse his fighting spirit even more.

Isn't sword cultivation just condensing sword intent again and again in constant life-and-death duels and breaking through oneself again and again?

The sword light in his right hand flashed, first blocking Li Xiaoyi's sword as fast as lightning, and the sword breath in his left hand turned around, and the rain misted the dragon.

is still the hideous dragon head, Li Xiaoyi's knife failed, his body pulled back, he pulled the knife sideways again, and the knife was cut off!

The dragon head was deflected by the dragon head of this knife, and let out an unwilling roar, Li Xiaoyi raised the knife and advanced, stabbing with a blow, wanting to pierce the dragon head.

Unexpectedly, a sword like light followed, and the figure stopped again strongly, and the knife was retracted in front of his chest.

With a clang, Li Xiaoyi's arm went numb, as if he had been hit by a huge impact.

In the interval of retreating a few steps, the body of the Quartet Treasure Mirror was like a water pattern, and there were ripples, and Mu Jianchen only felt a sudden shock in his spirit, and the sword of the second sword in his hand dimmed.

Li Xiaoyi, who was able to breathe, advanced again, and when Mu Jianchen spit out in one breath, the dragon's head twisted, Zhang Qi's blood basin was in his mouth, and thunder and lightning followed him like a shadow.

A knife spreads a thousand heavy curtains, the knife sees the shadow, the knife turns into the moon, and it is a fierce hedge.

The thunder and lightning kept jumping in the air, and the moon in the well seemed to be wrapped in an invisible black hole, and those thunder and lightning sparks disappeared one after another in the knife curtain.

Li Xiaoyi's wrist turned, the knife momentum changed again, and the thousand-heavy sword curtain condensed and turned into a knife, Mu Jianchen's right hand flicked, and the sword light stabbed straight like a rainbow.

Li Xiaoyi, who had been prepared for a long time, the golden sword ring on the index finger of his left hand, the golden light spitting, the improvement of hesitant cultivation, thirty-six golden lights, and the Tao was shining.

Li Xiaoyi pulled the dragon head away with a knife, the sword was already coming, and thirty-six golden lights were shattered in an instant, forcibly twisting the body, and the blade turned back to block.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, the sword intent condensed into the sword intent, and the force of the collision was unstoppable, and Li Xiaoyi once again flew out of the rain and fog.

Mu Jianchen controlled two swords with both hands, one sword rain mist dragon, and one sword rainbow, without giving Li Xiaoyi any respite, and flew and slashed again.

Above the gimbal, it was extremely quiet, and the same was true under the ring.

There is a way, demonizing a mad demon, Li Xiaoyi stabbed the ground, his white hair was stained with blood, and he rushed out again, without a gap.

The right hand draws the knife and slashes, the thirty-six golden lights re-converge and condense, the Quartet Treasure Mirror absorbs the soul, and one person dances the sword and fights the dragon's head.

The mud and stones in the ring continued to fly in the shock, roaring, swords, swords groaning, and his blood floating.

Until the moment when he fell into the ground again, he listened to the knife in his heart, and when the foreign object did not enter the ear, the knife intent was full of it, and he entered again with a knife!

Wield a knife and don't get into the fog!

The sword intent rolled into a whirlpool, the wind swept the mud and stones, and in the single-minded killing, it turned into powder, and the dragon head continued to roar in the whirlpool.

At the moment when the sword intent was exchanged, Murong Yunyan's words were not forgotten.

Fighting for his life and death again and again, just to be able to grasp the time in that breath.

He was smiling, the blood on his face, the knife intent on his body, all there.

Mu Jianchen's face changed, and the same change was the Wushi Zhenren on the gimbal.

He is a demon, a demon who crawled out of hell, the first time Mu Jianchen had such a feeling, the only flaw in himself was caught by him, and biting it would kill him.

It was a knife with endless killing intent, and the rain and mist disappeared under the pressure of the condensed knife intent, and a real and illusory dragon head was unwilling to be in the whirlpool of knife intent, shattered.

There is also the flying sword that paused in mid-air, Mu Jianchen's body, at this moment, blood flowed everywhere, if it wasn't for the protection of Shui Lan's treasure armor, the consequences would be unimaginable.

With a knife, Li Xiaoyi laughed wildly in a gesture of tasting victory, and he walked over step by step with the knife, wanting to make up for it again.

He misses the feeling of crushing life with his own hands on the top of that nameless mountain, and he also misses the hearty feeling of stabbing into flesh and blood.

The audience was silent, watching the white-haired evil ghost, carrying a ghostly blade, walking towards Mu Jianchen, who fell to the ground.

The disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect looked at this scene in disbelief, Mu Jianchen was actually defeated, and the Shushan Sword Sect was defeated?

On Kunlun's side, the excitement in his heart was suppressed, and everyone in the audience was waiting for that moment.

Li Xiaoyi's fifth step froze there, and a sneer appeared at the corner of Wushi Zhenren's mouth.

Two sword sounds sounded softly, and suddenly appeared on the outside of Mu Jianchen's body.

He got up slowly, his face was gloomy, there was blood at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were wide and staring at Li Xiaoyi.

The disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect cheered enthusiastically!

It's not over yet! The people of the Kunlun Sect once again raised their hearts to their throats.

The two swords kept rotating around him, the sword intent was flowing like flowing water, and Mu Jianchen put his hands together.

Li Xiaoyi suddenly felt a flower in front of him, his heart was shocked, he stretched out his tongue and licked the hot blood on his face, his mouth was fishy and sweet, it was a sword.

It was the sharpest sword he had ever seen in his cultivation!

The flying sword, the magic weapon of the Six Heavens, flashed with dazzling brilliance in the ring that collapsed everywhere.

No one is shocked, no one is unaware of the power of the magic weapon of the Six Heavens, and the cold sword power revealed.

He clenched the well moon in his hand, and suddenly there was a trace of wavering in his heart, even fear!

The feeling that had not been felt for a long time penetrated every inch of his body, and he couldn't help but start to tremble.

But his face was still smiling, what was it like to be terrified?

Because of fear, he suddenly had strength again, and it was also because of fear that his knife was held tighter.

Listen to the knife!

The accumulation of the knife intent is hidden but not released, and half of the knife swing that night, although it was not completely released, but it feels like it is still fresh in my memory.

Around the ring, there were once again cries of applause, an unexpected result, but it could make people's blood boil.

From the beginning of the sword trial to the present, this one is the most exciting, and it is also this one, which is even more thrilling.

On the cloud platform, Wu Shi and the others did not sit back in their seats, the magic weapon of the Six Heavens, the flying sword, is rare, but the various sects and sects are not without it.

On the contrary, it was the white-haired boy who made them extremely interested.

Especially the sudden improvement of the cultivation realm, most people thought that he would not hold on for too long, but he has persevered until now.

As for the occurrence of the whole process, all the real people in charge of the sect saw it in their eyes and became one with the ghosts?

Mr. Miao Ke sighed and said, "You, junior brother, do things too arbitrarily, and the price of such a rebellious act is too great. ”

Dao Lin remembered Gao Zhuofan's initiative to give up the game, and then looked at Li Xiaoyi, who had been fighting with his life at this time, and his expression suddenly became inexplicably complicated.

"Kunlun is not the Great Yan Sect!"

Dao Lin said this loudly, causing everyone to turn their heads, Dao Lin knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly wanted to explain, after all, Mr. Miao Ke seemed to have been taking care of Kunlun.

saw him wave his hand and said, "I understand what you mean, Kunlun can't be like this!"

Dao Lin's face turned red, not because of embarrassment, but it is true, in front of the people of the world, any of the six sects can be like the Great Yan Sect, only he Kunlun can't do it, resolutely can't!

Jing Zhongyue was crossed by Li Xiaoyi on his chest, and there was no expression on his face, he closed his eyes, tried to calm himself, and listened to his knife.

Mu Jianchen was the same, a magic weapon flying sword of the Six Heavens was already in his hand, calm as water, there was no sword chanting, but a killing aura was filled within.

The cries began to calm down in the confrontation between the two, and Li Xiaoyi listened to the wind and rain of that night when he heard the knife, although the knife sounded.

Mu Jianchen threw the flying sword into the air, and the sword roared in all directions, and the brilliance was gorgeous.

At the same time, the figure suddenly disappeared, and it turned into a ray of light, and it became one with the sword.

Li Xiaoyi's body did not move, the cyclone around his body flipped over, and countless mud and stones were swept up and began to condense and form.

Many people had seen his knife on that rainy night, especially Wushi Zhenren, who looked at it very seriously.

It is not the rain mist that turns into a dragon, nor does it transform into a dragon, but the mud and sand driven by the sword intent, and the wind moves into a dragon shape.

Mu Jianchen, who was already ready to attack in mid-air, was stunned at first, this breath is too familiar, not the true sword intent of a sword rolling dragon bi, what is it?

In this gap, in the wind, two points of red and blood-like light suddenly lit up.

At the same time, what made Mu Jianchen's heart even more shocked was that on the hideous dragon head, Huo Ran also lit up a pair of lantern-like eyes.

The dragon has the shape of a dragon, and the god of the dragon, and the finishing touch is exactly what he is missing.

Li Xiaoyi roared angrily, and the moon in the well was like a thousand catties, in his hands, moving slowly.

Mu Jianchen really wanted to finish watching this knife, but he must not let Li Xiaoyi's knife swing out.

The body and sword were united, and the sword light flashed and disappeared, carrying the sword intent that seemed to be able to tear everything apart, rolling over.

Li Xiaoyi's knife was still waving, his face was hideous, his face was covered with blood, he roared, the dragon roared, and they went up together.