Long Fengxuan's sword cut off the Immortal Sword Valley, everyone fell into silence, the aftermath of the Heavenly Sword Killing was still there, the sword floated and Zuo Qiusi saw it really, and Long Fengxuan's sword domain had not yet dissipated.

And at this moment, Long Fengxuan was the same, looking up in a daze, as the Heavenly Sword broke through the void and cut off the space, on the opposite side of the other side, an unknown void appeared.

The black hall, full of pitch black, huge black throne, a majestic huge black figure slowly stood up, compared with Long Fengxuan's height, only Long Fengxuan's bloody body can be compared, at this moment, it is obvious that the majestic man also saw Long Fengxuan.

The man on the great shore was none other than the Emperor of the Heavenly Court of the Ancient Demon Clan, and with the sword of Long Feng Xuan breaking through the void, he crossed countless distances, and the two fated enemies in the underworld were stunned by each other.

Long Fengxuan is still the first time to see Di Jun's real body, it is extremely dark, the three-legged golden crow on his shoulders is also blackened, staring at Long Fengxuan silently, at this moment, Long Fengxuan's whole body is also a blood-colored real body, and Xiao Ling'er with the same shoulder is sitting there, staring at each other.

Without saying a word to each other, the two seemed to be separated by a rushing river, Di Jun's left hand side, Long Fengxuan's right hand side, the blazing sun slowly rose, shining on everything.

The two looked directly at each other, one black and one bloody, exuding an aura of destruction and murder with each other, letting the river rush by, and the sun rising to illuminate the world.

There are no words at this time, silence is better than sound, as the two look at each other, the river is flooded with monstrous waves, the sun is covered with light, and the void that was cut open by Long Fengxuan's sword finally reached the maximum destruction, began to gradually converge, and began to recover.

With the gradual recovery of the void, Di Jun's face gradually disappeared into the void, and neither of them said a word from beginning to end, his eyes were full of calm, and he made a choice, Long Fengxuan knew that from now on he would have no way out, he had already walked into the eyes of all races, and the people behind the scenes had noticed him, and sighed secretly, this was the case, even if he didn't fight, what should have come would always come, and he touched Xiao Ling'er with his hand, and the law of heaven and earth behind him had already dispersed.

"You're going to face Dijun in the future, are you ready?"

Long Fengxuan asked with a smile.

"Di Jun is your target, it's enough for me to help you watch the three-legged golden crow, if you can't beat Di Jun, then there is no way!"

Xiao Ling'er raised her little head arrogantly, and spread her hands with a humane face.

"Okay!"

Long Fengxuan smiled bitterly, what kind of person is Di Jun, his strength is unimaginable, with his current strength, it is tantamount to an egg hitting a stone, but no matter how scared he is, he has to face it, he can't do nothing and wait for death, right?

"Stinky beggar, let's fight it one by one!"

Just as Long Fengxuan smiled bitterly, suddenly a loud shout came out, it was Zuo Tianya's voice, the same Zuo Tianya people did not arrive before the sword arrived, and a huge giant sword fell from the sky in the void, and the target was Long Fengxuan.

"Taiyue Wheel One by One!"

Long Fengxuan hadn't reacted yet, the giant sword had already descended, Zuo Tianya's unique sword momentum, the giant sword was carrying supreme might, coming head-on, and at the same time, another big shout also remembered.

Long Fengyue, who had been paying attention to the entire battle situation, saw Zuo Tianya who made Mu Ran's move at this moment, and he was already preparing for it at the moment, how could the two core disciples of the Fourth Dragon Fengxuan Force fight the Heavenly Evil Palace, as the senior brother of the Sword Soul Sect, stand by and watch.

"Sonorous ........"

The golden true yuan of the dragon wind is running wildly, the Taiyue wheel is like a slowly rising bright moon, fiercely facing the giant sword falling from the sky, a loud noise came, the giant sword in the void dissipated, and the Taiyue wheel was also reflected back, re-subsuming into Long Fengyue's body.

"Second, pay attention to vigilance, the third goes to pick up the fourth back, and it's time for our senior brother to take action!"

Senior Brother Long Fengyue's bearing was not flustered at all, and his gestures showed everyone's demeanor. 877 Good Books Network

"Hmm!"

Long Fengyu and Long Fengxue, who had been watching the excitement, nodded heavily, Long Fengyu disappeared in place in an instant, and the next moment appeared next to Long Fengxuan, Long Fengxue raised his hands, and the place where the ring was soon wrapped by a layer of enchantment of the five elements, as long as there was a slight movement in the void, the enchantment would fluctuate.

At this moment, Long Fengxuan was continuously fighting against Shi Xiong and Shi Yan, his physical strength had long been exhausted, he had long been exhausted, and it was already his greatest effort to be able to stand in the void, no matter how much he looked at Di Jun, he couldn't show his timidity, and now he was in this state and could not take Zuo Tianya's sword moves.

"Why don't you dare, I could defeat you three years ago, and today, three years later, you are still not my opponent!"

Although Long Fengxuan himself is already at the end of the strong crossbow, his momentum cannot be weak, and at the moment, Long Fengxuan is arrogant and roars in the direction of Zuo Tianya.

"Okay, fourth, the Ten Thousand Swords Festival is not your exclusive performance, you are all in the limelight, you have to let the senior brother show up!"

Long Fengyu smiled darkly, he had already seen through Long Fengxuan's state, and immediately grabbed Long Fengxuan's arm, and uncontrollably performed a retreat technique to take Long Fengxuan away from the ring.

"Fourth, the oath you made that day will be fulfilled today, although you keep moving forward, the ghost behind you will be handed over to me!"

Long Fengyue laughed, nodded towards Long Fengxuan, and walked towards the place where the ring was held, "Since you can't be good today, come on Zuo Tianya, I, Long Fengyue, am not talented, so I will come to ask for advice on the high moves of Immortal Sword Valley!"

Long Fengyue's golden true yuan was running wildly, roaring, and the entire martial arts arena trembled, and Long Fengxue had already withdrawn the enchantment when Long Fengyu brought Long Fengxuan back to his side, and at the same time he was vigilantly on guard.

Long Fengxuan looked at this scene, showing a relaxed look, and the next moment he couldn't hold it anymore, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"The third child, you take the fourth child down to rest, and I will sweep the battle for the boss!"

Long Fengxue immediately made a decision and spoke.

"Good!"

Long Fengyu nodded, didn't say much, picked up Long Fengxuan and turned to leave, Yue'er, who was originally weak on the side, didn't know when it had returned to normal, and at the moment it was Jin'er who was controlling her body, looking at Long Fengxuan in the distance, and followed.

When everything returned to calm, the power caused by Long Fengxuan's sword completely passed, and the successive events made everyone in the Immortal Sword Valley a little unable to react, the core disciples of the Sword Soul Sect acted in an orderly manner, without the slightest panic, and the succession and support were staggered, without the slightest drag, and the advance and retreat were orderly, and the masters of other holy places who saw this scene were envious.

"Senior brother, you have accepted four good disciples!"

Zuo Qiusi on the side had already recovered from the scene of Long Feng Xuandang's sword path peak just now, and said with sincere admiration. From beginning to end, everything that happened to the disciples of the Sword Soul Sect was under the command of Long Fengyue, and Jian Fusheng did not interfere in the slightest and acquiesced to everything.

"Senior brother has praised it falsely, they are all unsuccessful disciples!"

Jian Fusheng shook his head, not modestly, but the four disciples under the sect had already formed a righteous sentence on a bright moon night, and he didn't bother to pay attention to these things.

The masters of other holy lands are also reprimanding their disciples one after another, look at the Sword Soul Sect of others, and then look at you, you know about infighting all day long, for some trivial things, you fight to the death all day long, the gap is the gap.

Many disciples have shouted, you are in charge of teaching you to say that everything is right, usually you say that resources are limited, only strong people are eligible for resources, in the past, the relationship between the disciples in the door was the most powerful in the palm of the sect, and now when you see that people are harmonious, you will come to teach the disciples, and you will teach you the most, you have the final say.

Seeing the disappreciative faces of the disciples under their doors, the major masters were furious, why did they dare to talk back? You have to get it, the disciples have no temper, you are the head of the sect, you are happy.........

A wave of unevenness rose again and again, Long Fengxuan and the two personal disciples of the Heavenly Evil Palace sniped, and finally ended with Long Fengxuan's victory, Shi Yan fell into chaos, Shi Xie took the lead to leave, Shi Yan is his proud protégé, can not have the slightest mistake, take Shi Yan down to rest, Shi Xiong's injury is not optimistic, this time the Heavenly Evil Palace basically bid farewell to the Ten Thousand Swords Festival.