A knife intent that has not yet been completed turns into a dragon, and Li Xiaoyi desperately wants to swing this knife.

His seven orifices were already floating blood, the green muscles were densely crawling all over his face, the sword roared like a dragon's roar, and the huge dragon body swirled up against the brilliant sword.

Zhang Sheng and Chen Yueling stood under the ring, looking at the giant dragon that took off, looking at the man whose face was covered with blood, and everyone in Kunlun looked nervously.

The people of the Shushan Sword Sect were the same, and they even couldn't believe that the scene in front of them was true.

Can that guy really turn into a dragon with a single sword?

It's just a demon!

Finally a sword came, and finally a sword slashed, the huge sword shone with a thousand feet of light, Mu Jianchen was also desperate, this sword seemed to have surpassed his due limit.

But sword cultivation is like this, if this sword can be achieved today, then in the future, he will be able to move towards a higher mountain!

So, it has to be!

The two rushed against each other and collided with each other, and under the attention of tens of thousands of people, there were swords like rainbows in the sky, and there were also dragons swallowing the sun.

The barrier on the periphery of the ring has cracked, and it is still expanding.

Several judges and elders of the Shushan Sword Sect looked at each other, although they all saw unimaginable shock in each other's eyes, they were extremely fast, and they re-strengthened a layer on the periphery of the enchantment.

This is still a battle between cultivators in the Spiritual Movement Period, and it is not an impact that cultivators in the Spiritual Movement Period can show.

But that's just the way it is!

Li Xiaoyi's body began to have cracked wounds, and the spiritual power accumulated by the supernatural jade spirit was almost all wiped out at this moment.

But the giant sword that vowed to slay the dragon and kill people was still there, and Li Xiaoyi tried his best to exhaust the last trace of spiritual power.

The dragon head was raised, and the figure was flipped with the blade in his hand, faster and faster, faster and faster.

Yun Ye Zhenren was on the top of the cloud platform, and exhaled five words with a shocked face: "A sword rolling dragon blue!"

When the real people in charge of the other sects heard this, they were all amazed.

A sword that has been lost for thousands of years?

Actually reappeared in this disciple who only had a spiritual period?

"It's a lot worse!"

Wushi Zhenren, who has always been ruthless, finally couldn't help but open his mouth to say, and his face was already very ugly.

Above the sky, the amplitude of the dragon's body is getting bigger and bigger, and the ups and downs of the moon in the well are getting faster and faster.

Li Xiaoyi's body suddenly burst into a chill, which was a sign that the ghost combination technique had begun to counterattack.

But he had no choice but to move forward!

He roared angrily, and the wild dragon was also galloping and flipping, slamming into the giant sword of Mu Jianchen's human sword in one.

Until the moment when the dragon suddenly burst into countless thunder and lightning flames, Li Xiaoyi seemed to feel that the well moon in his hand suddenly came to life.

The thunder, the lightning, the flames, and the countless winds that came out of the well were all sent by the moon in the well.

Li Xiaoyi no longer had the strength to hold it, but it firmly sucked his hand and rushed forward with him.

The dragon condensed by the sword intent suddenly became extremely manic at this moment, carrying the thunder and fire wind in the sky, and roared down!

The sound of the sword was ringing, although Mu Jianchen also felt the strangeness of Li Xiaoyi, between the lightning and the fire, where were there so many concerns.

With a sword to cut off the dragon's head, he roared!

So everyone watching the battle saw a light and also saw the scene of the dragon's body swallowing light.

Two of the three enchantment blessings have disappeared in the huge impact, along with the light, and the huge dragon body that is collapsing and collapsing, all of them are going to be destroyed.

Heaven and earth finally quieted down, and the open-air square of the Shushan Sword Sect finally quieted down.

The two five-heaven magic weapon flying swords were respectively inserted obliquely at Mu Jianchen's feet, and he was still standing, looking at the surprised and silent faces under the ring, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

On the other side, as the smoke cleared, a figure with a knife in one hand was also standing.

The Taoist robe on his body was already in tatters, and his entire chest was as if he was wearing a blood-colored coat, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes had returned to black.

He looked at him, but he still had the strength to summon a flying sword that was stuck diagonally on the ground.

"It's not over yet!" Li Xiaoyi's voice suddenly sounded, his voice was a little hoarse, and the moment he stepped out, there was a bright red color falling, which was the blood on his body.

Everyone in Kunlun saw tears in their eyes, and everyone under the ring was in a heavy mood, and he was still holding the knife in his hand and running step by step.

It's like a mortal, there is no longer the lightness and elegance of a cultivator, and there is no chance of victory.

Even the ordinary disciples in the audience could see this, but he didn't understand it, and he only thought in his heart that he couldn't lose!

Especially in front of those who are dressed in fancy clothes and take pleasure in bullying all day long, he can't afford to lose.

A lot of friends died in this way, he saw too much and experienced too much, but he now has a knife in his hand, so he can't lose!

He was running, and everyone in Kunlun shouted those two words together, but he couldn't hear them.

The last trace of clarity in his eyes was also running, slowly dissipating, but the knife was still tightly held.

Mu Jianchen's sword was groaning softly, he only needed a sword, he understood, and everyone in the audience also understood.

But no one was willing to stop him, because he didn't want him to stop his steps, and he was already full of gray hair when he was running.

Some people turn their heads, some people bow their heads, and some people don't want to look anymore.

The ups and downs of his body were his breathing, panting heavily, and blood was floating.

Mu Jianchen's originally gloomy face regained his calmness, and the flying sword was held in his hand, on the side of his body, at the moment he rushed over.

With a slight blow, the man fell without resistance, no longer hideous, no longer roaring, but lying there quietly, motionless......

The judge elder of the Shushan Sword Sect and the Daojing Zhenren of the Kunlun Sect rushed to the ring where there was not much left.

Li Xiaoyi was defeated in the end, and at the moment when Daojing Zhenren helped him up, his white hair, his whole body was injured, and his whole body was bloody, and no one wanted to say a word more.

Daojing Zhenren picked up Li Xiaoyi, and his body was like a streamer, disappearing in front of everyone's eyes in a flash.

The people of the Kunlun Sect, with ruddy eyes, quickly rushed to their residences together.

The crowd took the initiative to make way for them, only in the ring, the blood stains were still there, bright red in the sun.

On the cloud platform, Dao Lin left the table without saying a word, and the real people of Wushi, including all the real people present, did not say anything.

Under the ring, Gao Zhuofan shook his head with regret, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, and at this moment he finally understood the beauty of being a disciple of the Great Yan Sect.

People like Li Xiaoyi and Mu Jianchen, he may not be able to do it in his life, but he can experience the pleasure of everything in his heart.

The mood at this moment actually made the momentum around him change, and he faintly felt the signs of a breakthrough.

He looked up in surprise, but saw that on the cloud platform, Mr. Miao Ke was smiling at him.

At the same time, an inner sect elder wearing the Dao robe of the Shushan Sword Sect ran over with an eager face.

Everyone looked surprised, but they saw that the inner gate elder handed a teleportation flying sword to the hand of the true person of the world.

The latter glanced at the inner gate elder more, and his face was displeased, but the moment he wrapped his divine thoughts around the Transmission Flying Sword, his face suddenly changed.

The rest of the sect masters looked at each other for some reason, and the undoubted voice of the real person of the Enlightened World immediately sounded in their ears: "There is a change in Fengyang Prefecture, go to the meeting hall quickly!"