The roar in the sky above Jiandang Mountain continued, and the sound of flesh hitting each other was deafening, and many of the disciples who had risen into the sky couldn't stand still, staggering and manipulating the flying sword to land on Jiandang Mountain, watching this rare battle intently.

The demon beast of the Xuan Realm is the sword cultivator of the Xuan Realm!

The middle-aged man's eyes turned quickly, Rao is a realm cultivator like him, if he doesn't pay attention to it, he will not be able to see the battle situation in the sky clearly, because the speed of those two people is too fast.

"Uncle Tian Jing, this is a real fire. ”

There was no intention of making a move, and the young sword cultivator who carried the "chain" behind him did not expect that the old man would be forced to such a point, and began to use the Liuhe Sword to cut the small world against the enemy.

In this world wrapped in the sword qi of the flowing river, Tian Jing's speed has been unbelievably improved, obviously there is no flowing water sword in his hand, but the sword qi on the old man's body is more vigorous, and the sword qi is surging out with two fingers together, and it is inexhaustible.

A pair of wings with black qi had grown on the back of Ge Split, but in the face of the old man's sudden and elusive attack, Ge Split could only resist it, and he couldn't get rid of Tian Jing at all.

"Good means, relying on that sword, you can actually carve out your own little world, no wonder your speed here can be comparable to mine. ”

Tian Jing snorted softly, "I can't be happy to hear you praise me, you still have the strength to speak, it seems that my methods are not good enough." ”

The old man's figure flickered, and there was no vibration in the air, and Tian Jing appeared on the right side of Ge Crack, like a battle axe splitting vertically, almost splitting Ge Crack in half from his shoulder.

"You're too good at putting gold on your face, what do you mean to be on a par with you? What kind of thing are you, you dare to compare with me. ”

Ge Crack, who was chopped by Tian Jing's kick, almost hit the flowing water sword qi, but fortunately, at the critical moment, he spread his wings behind his back and stopped his body in time.

There was no rush to fight back, Ge Crack stood in the air, looking up at Tian Jing with a cold complexion above, in this heaven and earth cut by sword qi, Tian Jing who was sitting here was like God, he was simply omnipotent, his strength had nearly doubled, it was basically impossible to defeat the old man here, and only by breaking through this Liuhe cage could he break Tian Jing's state.

"Why haven't you come up to fight with the old man, have you already recognized it?"

Tian Jing sneered: "If you admit it, then you can cut it off yourself, and from now on the dust will return to dust, the soil will return to the earth, and the smoke will disappear, so as not to dirty the old man's hands." ”

The old man said brute on the left and brute on the right, Ge Lian didn't laugh angrily, swept up from below, and stood in front of Tian Jing, "Are you really a sword cultivator?"

Tian Jing didn't know what to do, "What do you mean?"

Ge Crack took a sip, "The sword cultivation is refreshing and sharp, which one is as grinding and chirping as you, such as the old woman who chews her tongue, she can't kill me, but it's disgusting to death." ”

The sword qi was pervasive, and under Tian Jing's furiousness, the small world cut out by the sword qi began to tremble, as if the sky was angry, "Beast, the old man will definitely scatter you alive today!"

"Broken up alive?"

Ge Crack, who was standing in front of the old man, suddenly turned into a cloud of black gas, and then in this black gas, the black wings like clouds hanging from the sky suddenly unfolded, and a piercing birdsong exploded in this small world of sword qi, constantly reverberating, and a fierce light flashed in the scarlet eyes of Ge Crack, who showed his true body, and the feathers on his head stood up, "Who can kill me!"

The wings tightened, and the speed of the dark-winged cloud bird skyrocketed again, and the huge body was not sluggish, but several times more agile than the human body, like an arrow from the string, swooping down towards Tian Jing, and the prestige was amazing.

Tian Jing's hair was blown backwards, the old man was furious, the sword qi of the whole body gathered in the palm of his hand, and the sword qi that was constantly swallowed made the two fingers that were close together three points sharper than the long sword, and he didn't retreat, Tian Jing handed his fingers forward, and said coldly: "Broken sword fingers!"

When there is nothing to do, the old man will wander around the sword workshop of Jiandang Mountain, and when he has nothing to do, he will use this trick to test whether the long sword he has refined is qualified, as long as he can keep it as it is in his three-point broken sword fingers, it is a first-class divine soldier, on the contrary, it is just some scrap iron, rather than being broken by others, it is better to break it in his hands, and it can be regarded as a fertilizer that does not flow into the fields of outsiders.

Under the old man's double force, as his fingers slid in the direction of his fingers, the space trembled because of this, and a crack appeared.

"What?"

Without any sound of collision, the dark-winged cloud-falling bird that swooped down, and when it was about to face the old man, it suddenly changed direction, bypassed the old man, increased its speed again, and crashed headlong towards the Liuhe cage.

"Not good!"

Tian Jing guessed Ge Split's intentions, and the old man flickered, like thunder and lightning, but Ge Crack, who was one step ahead of him, was still a little bit behind, and he would definitely not be able to catch up.

Tian Jing pinched the sword technique with two fingers, "I'll see where you can run!"

Jingle Bell!

In the Liuhe Sword Prison, the sword qi smashed towards Ge Crack like money, and at the same time, countless long swords appeared out of thin air on the edge of the Liuhe Prison, and the tip of the sword pointed at Ge Crack who rushed over, just waiting for it to crash headlong.

The body of the Darkwinged Cloud Descending Bird was too tough, and under such a violent slash of the sword qi, its speed did not change at all, but the black qi on its body was constantly consumed by the sword qi, making Ge Split's figure more and more blurred.

"It's just self-defeating. ”

Tian Jing put away his hand and let Ge Crack crash towards the Liuhe Sword Prison, in his opinion, as long as Ge Crack collided with it, then even if it broke this small world, it would definitely be destroyed because of this!

In the end, he couldn't maintain this peak state for too long, and Ge Crack let out a monstrous roar, "Open it for me!"

The long sword piercing into the wings of the black qi was lifted up, and the Liuhe cage shattered in response, and the behemoth was castrated unabated, swooping down towards the sword swing mountain.

The sound of birdsong sounded, and the aura in the mouth of the dark-winged cloud descending bird spun wildly, and in the end, it was like a star whirlpool, bringing endless black shadows to the disciples of Jiandang Mountain.

"Formation!"

The middle-aged man and the young sword cultivator who were still watching the battle shouted, and the middle-aged man pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and the swords on his waist were suddenly unsheathed.

After this "stormy" ancient sword was unsheathed, the star dou vortex stopped slightly, and then the ancient sword seemed to have encountered some obstacles, and in the shock of the middle-aged man, it was pressed back into the scabbard inch by inch.

One after another, sword qi came out from the hands of the disciples of Jiandang Mountain who were watching the battle, converging into a heaven-opening sword, taking the lead in facing Ge Split.

The giant long sword that the sword qi turned into was astonishingly high, and at the moment it was formed, it had actually been lifted from the swooping Darkwing Cloud Descending Bird!

The tip of the sword slammed into the Star Dou Vortex, and just as the Sword Swing Mountain disciple had a smile on his face, the giant sword seemed to have encountered some resistance, and there was no imaginary picture of splitting this evil beast in two, only to see that the Star River Vortex in Ge's crack skyrocketed dozens of times in vain, while the giant sword slowly shrank until it was absorbed by the vortex. Starting.. m..

"Is this its natural power?"

According to the bloodline division of the demon clan, the Darkwing Cloud Descending Bird is the bloodline branch of the Sky Swallowing Cloud Peng, and it is very likely to inherit the Devouring Power of the Sky Swallowing Cloud Peng.

Seeing that the dark-winged cloud-descending bird like a star-like bird was about to crash into the Sword Swing Mountain, from another mountain peak far away, a sword qi came in an instant, striking in the Star Dou Vortex.

This time, the sword qi was not swallowed, it struck on the side of the star dou vortex, and the sword qi directly knocked it away from Ge Split's mouth, and then it was suppressed by Tian Jing who was chasing after him with the Liuhe sword, and under the old man's sword fingers, it was gradually compressed into a nebula pearl, and then Tian Jing shook his sword, and the star dou vortex on the tip of the sword completely dissipated.

However, although the Star Dou Vortex was scattered, the speed of Ge Crack did not slow down in the slightest, and he still slammed towards Jiandang Mountain at the fastest speed, as if he wanted to break this mountain with extraordinary history.

Tian Jing didn't continue to make a move, because someone was already standing on the top of the mountain, looking up.

The old man with white hair and beard just pointed forward, and the real body was as good as the name of the spirit treasure, and his whole body seemed to be "cut" by the sword qi on the spot, leaving only a small soul light, shaped like a black crow.

"I'm swordsman, and the intolerable demon clan is making a lot of noise here, so you can dissipate. ”

The strength of the ancestor of Tian Jing's vein was terrifying, and with a shake of his sleeves, a sword qi wind blew on the Jiandang Mountain, forming a sword qi tornado, which was enough to make people annihilate.

"Uncle Slow. ”

When the sword qi tornado was about to completely annihilate Ge Split, a man suddenly appeared in front of the sword qi, holding the sword qi with one hand, and grasping the soul light that was about to burn out in the palm of his hand with the other, "What did you do with Wu Jian?"

The person who came was Wu Jian's master, and he found out that Wu Jian's soul lamp had not been extinguished in the ancestral hall, but he was still worried, so he wanted to ask about it.

The sword qi was too noisy, and the man's palm pressed downward, and it turned out to be a forced sword qi tornado to stop rotating!

The white-bearded old man's gaze froze, and then he smiled slightly, and the sword qi tornado seemed to have never existed, without a trace.

"What did you do with Jian Wu?"

The soul thought is gradually dissipating, Ge Split can no longer hear what the man who grabbed it is saying, the last picture of this great demon soul thought of the Xuan Realm before it dissipates is a clean and vast blue sky picture, above the blue sea and blue sky, soaring many black winged birds, chirping, flocks.

The flame of life is slowly extinguishing, and it will never be ignited again in the future, completely dissipating before the heaven and earth, and Ge Crack, whose consciousness has been blurred, is out of instinct, and mutters: "Return... Family... back..."

A deep black light suddenly lit up in the man's palm, and a small bird with black wings spread its wings into the distance and flew extremely fast.

"Where to go!"

The Liuhe sword was as fast as thunder, and it came early, and when a sword stabbed down, it was missed by a sword qi.

"Master?"

Looking at the black bird that disappeared into the distance, the white-bearded old man sighed, then took a deep look at the man who was in a daze with his palms, and walked towards the retreat.

"It's dead, so why bother with its obsession. ”

When he was in charge of Jiandang Mountain in his vein, the words of the white-bearded old man were the will of heaven, and no one dared to disobey him.

Returning to the retreat place, the white-bearded old man sat on the futon and whispered to himself, "Do you know? ”

The white-bearded old man who naturally talked to himself said a lot, but she couldn't hear it after hundreds of years of wandering.

The old man looked sad, used his fingers as a pen, and gently sketched on the ground, and as a tear fell, the old man closed his eyes.

Migratory birds return to the nest, and beautiful women are rare.

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