The Night Flame, a unique supernatural power from the Purgatory Phoenix, is completely different from the black fire attached to its appearance, and it is a place that can go hand in hand with the Sun Divine Fire.

But Mu Jianchen recognized it, and reacted quickly, while his body moved rapidly like electricity, black fire burned as far as Li Xiaoyi's eyes could reach.

Mu Jianchen's figure flew up and tried to dodge, but he was still wrapped in flames, and with a loud shout, under the awe-inspiring sword intent, the dazzling white light once again stood out.

Li Xiaoyi frowned, and then changed his face, for the first time, it was really the first time, and his dark night fire was actually blocked out?

As soon as he opened his mouth and spit out, the white light in the sky suddenly fell down with a muffled snort.

Xu Yu, who was watching the battle from a distance, and the elders of the Shushan Sword Sect who came together, their faces changed, and they were about to step forward at the same time, but Dao Ping'er and the others of the Kunlun Sect were horizontal in mid-air, blocking the other party.

Xu Yu looked at the other party with a gloomy face, and the two elders behind him were ready to make a move.

"Do you Kunlun want to be the enemy of the entire Dao Sect?" Xu Yu's voice was full of coldness.

Dao Ping'er sneered fearlessly: "Forget it, who are you fooling, what is the current situation of the Daomen Alliance, you and I know it, why pretend to be confused?"

The woman surnamed Zhang behind Xu Yu suddenly scolded angrily: "Bold!"

Dao Ping'er didn't even glance at her, but looked Xu Yu up and down: "Our Kunlun is a small sect, don't scare me!"

And on the ground at this time, Mu Jianchen stood up with a flying sword in his hand, his eyes stared directly at the flickering figure, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry about it, this is my business with him, and it has nothing to do with the sect." ”

Xu Yu frowned, only to see that Mu Jianchen's face turned blue, and the fire of his divine soul seemed to be suppressed in some way, and he was struggling hard.

Li Xiaoyi appeared again, and when the corners of his mouth turned up and the other party's gaze was met, Mu Jianchen suddenly shouted again without showing weakness, and his whole body was shocked, and two figures who drank Mu Jianchen identically appeared behind him.

Li Xiaoyi watched coldly and didn't move again, when Xu Yu saw this scene, his face changed immediately, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior brother, don't!"

Mu Jianchen waved his sword without hesitation, the sword light was like a sharp arrow, and when he immediately pierced the image behind him with a sword, the faces of the monks of all sects in the sky changed greatly.

Someone has done it because he just wants to have a respite, and he is also afraid of death to the extreme.

The three souls of the three souls and six spirits, Mu Jianchen actually destroyed them with one sword, no one would think that he was trying to survive, but ......

The pain of the huge tearing made him, who had always been calm, pale, but he still tried his best to endure it, which was tantamount to cutting off his own path to immortality!

Li Xiaoyi was unmoved and began to move forward, Mu Jianchen stood with his sword in his hand, and on the ground not far from him, there were thirteen green needles with cold light flickering.

As soon as his hand was raised, thirteen cold rays of light were all put away, and Mu Jianchen did not stop it.

Li Xiaoyi moved forward step by step, and the latter was still standing in place, motionless.

There was silence in the sky, and the monks were watching a battle of life and death below.

At this time, a female cultivator suddenly fell closer, and she was followed by three elders wearing the same clothes, but they were all female cultivators.

"It's the Forgetting Worry Sect!" someone said up.

Mu Jianchen seemed to hear it, he looked up, all he saw was hatred, Li Xiaoyi's eyes were only him, and the two blades that were suspended and followed him made a clear sound from time to time.

Stretching out his hand, when a knife was in his hand, Li Xiaoyi finally stopped, but there was only a knife distance between him and Mu Jianchen.

There was no word between the two, and when their eyes met, Mu Jianchen clenched his sword.

Everyone's breathing began to become short, and Xu Yu was tense, originally planning to snatch Mu Jianchen out no matter what the price was.

But when he killed the two souls with one sword, he understood that Mu Jianchen had already had the will to die.

He didn't want to look any further, and turned his head to the side, including the other real elders behind Xu Yu.

A loud sound suddenly sounded in the sky, and the huge two white jade gates began to divide to both sides, and when pieces of glow came out of them, no one moved.

Li Xiaoyi's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of fierceness, and a bright silver light lit up in front of him.

Mu Jianchen's sword also roared at this time, it was still a stab, he seemed to only stab like this, but he still stabbed out this sword firmly.

There was blood floating, just between the two, there was a wail, Li Xiaoyi's face was hideous, but Mu Jianchen had a solemn face.

Then floated again, it was still bright red, sprayed between the two of them, and the body and face were all warm and hot.

No one made a sound, it was surprisingly quiet, some were watching, others were sighing and shaking their heads.

Mu Jianchen, who only had one arm left, did not fall, his breastplate was broken, and white bones could be seen on the hideous wound.

Mu Jianchen's figure staggered a little, and then took a step, Li Xiaoyi held the knife, squinted at him passing by his side, and when he turned around, Mu Jianchen was picking up his sword.

But he was tightly held by his severed right hand, the blood on his body kept flowing, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, and finally picked up his sword again, but the severed right hand was thrown aside by him.

Li Xiaoyi looked at him coldly, in his eyes, there was no sympathy, Mu Jianchen had already turned around and stood in front of him again.

Still an indomitable straight stab, Mu Jianchen's sword was roaring, and then there was another wail, still the familiar color, rendering the sky, watering the scorched earth, and he turned his head to look at his sword.

So he turned around again, but this time, he had no arms, and he stared down at his sword, the natal flying sword that was in line with his heart, and the moment it suddenly flew up.

Mu Jianchen actually used the blood of his whole body as a guide, and turned into a streamer of light with the sword, stabbing Li Xiaoyi directly.

The latter actually closed his eyes, just like Mu Jianchen before, but he didn't have a natural state of mind, but he had the magical power of "listening to the sword".

The body was drawn into a knife-like style, and all the sounds and images around him disappeared one after another, only the streamer flew away, and when he got closer, Li Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes and slashed with a blow that cut off the water.

The intersection of the two phases, the sound of swords and swords, in an instant, Mu Jianchen collapsed to the ground, right at Li Xiaoyi's feet, and over his face, there was no blue sea and blue sky, only gray sky.

Suddenly, he missed the original world very much, where the blue sky was like a wash, the blue sky and white jade, and the grass and trees of the Shushan Sword Sect were presented in his mind like a phantom of light.

He suddenly smiled, his gaze turned to Li Xiaoyi again, his lips did not move, as if he was saying something, while he was listening quietly......