Like a demon, like a demon crawling out of hell, Jing Zhongyue seemed to be laughing, and his crazy face was reflected on the shiny knife body.

Qu Baishan also let out a roar angrily, and the Yunyun Sword waved his hand, like a burst of purple lightning, straight into Li Xiaoyi's chest.

Drawing the knife and breaking the water, in the midst of the fire and thunder, Li Xiaoyi was shocked by the sword intent of this sword, and leaned back.

The moon in the well flashed, and the bouncing thunder was sucked into the blade of the knife, as if the mud cow had entered the sea, and there was no movement.

Taking this opportunity, Li Xiaoyi exhaled into the dantian, put down the plate hard, his waist fell and turned, and the knife was changed to his left hand.

From the bottom to the top, the blade was flooded with a thousand layers of sword light, and a sword shook the cloud sword and flew back.

With the knife at his waist, Li Xiaoyi's figure was like an arrow off the string, and he rushed out again.

Qu Baishan recalled the flying sword, raised his hands, and one by one the fingers entered the sword body of the flying sword, and with a buzz, the sword flew and slashed.

Holding the knife into his arms, Li Xiaoyi's body shifted slightly, and only used the sword to gently scrape the flying sword surrounded by purple light, and his body turned again, and he actually dodged it.

Keep moving!

Everyone under the ring, no matter which sect or faction, was stunned and had a dry mouth, this is to fight against the immortal cultivators in the form of a warrior?

But on the cloud platform, those sects above the real human realm can see it clearly.

On the surface, Li Xiaoyi was his own dexterity and the steadiness and ruthlessness of his sword to shake Qu Baishan's flying sword attack.

But don't forget, each of these swords is as fast as a meteor, and in every sword, there is a complete thunder sword intent.

The so-called sword does not move and intent to hurt people, not to mention the flying sword and sword intent together, where can an ordinary martial artist block such a blow from a cultivator?

I still remember the style not long ago, waving the knife without getting into the foggy sky, and it is clear that there is already a knife intent in it.

It's just that the prototype is not yet complete and complete, but it can resist the thunderous sword from Qubai Mountain, and in a short period of time, there can be such earth-shaking changes, how can it not be shocking.

Dao Lin's eyes were half sad and half, Li Xiaoyi's talent was amazing, just as Xuanyun Ancestor said, the innate Dao body entered the immortal and entered the Dao, which is not comparable to mortals.

But Li Xiaoyi's state at this time is like a mad demon, where is there still a human appearance.

Just as Dao Lin thought, at this moment, Li Xiaoyi really had no distractions, only the knife in his hand and the opponent!

The new sword intent needs to be constantly polished, just like a divine weapon, only after thousands of tempering, it will have the edge it should have.

This is also the reason why he no longer uses shapeshifting and transposition, every time he collides with his opponent's sword, his originally unstable sword intent will stabilize by one point.

What surprised him the most was that there was a faint connection between him and his knife, because of this knife intent.

This knife has a spirit, but it is gradually waking up, Li Xiaoyi clenched the handle of the knife, the cold touch, and the body and mind were connected like an arm.

He raised his eyes, the opponent was there, every step was solid, every knife was a unity of body and mind, one step at a time.

Holding the head of the knife, drawing the knife to cut off the water, reversing the blade, and flooding the thousand-layer knife shadow like a mirror.

The horizontal knife blocked, and then the knife was drawn and stabbed, and the last knife swing was not in the fog, cutting out the wanton arrogance of the person who used the knife, and the ruthlessness and decisiveness of the demon bloodthirsty.

Just like a flower scroll in front of everyone's eyes, slowly opened, Li Xiaoyi danced like a wolf, waiting for an opportunity around the prey.

Each sword of Qu Baishan was as sharp as lightning, but it was never able to kill the evil wolf in front of him.

Gradually, his already pale face became more and more pale, his forehead was already sweating, and the aura in his body was flying with his sword, consuming little by little.

On the other hand, Li Xiaoyi's sword light is like a full moon, a knife is as bright as a mirror, the qi around his body is full, and there is a light as bright as stars in the depths of his eyes, and there is no sign of power.

It's just that there are too many scars on his body, the cracks on the Biling armor on his chest are red covered with blood, his hair is scattered and flying, and where he holds the knife, there are blood dripping from every knife.

He was laughing, the more hideous he became, the more ruthless his knife became, from the original three knives to catch the opponent's sword, to two, until now one sword and one sword.

"Smiling Yama!" I don't know who suddenly shouted!

The voice was sudden, but in the silence of the venue, it was unusually harsh.

Again, again, again!

The voice of the smiling Yan Luo flew in the open-air square of the Shushan Sword Sect, all the time flying, all the time flying, straight up to the cloud platform!

Thunder Zhenren's face has turned iron-blue, and Jun Hao, the gate master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, has a murderous intent on his face!

"You can't keep this son!"

Under the ring, the shouts shook the sky, except for the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, their faces sank like water, and all sects and factions raised their arms and shouted.

The disciples of the Kunlun Sect, including Daojing Zhenren, were still a little stunned at first.

Until it was determined that the shout was cheering for Li Xiaoyi, he couldn't help but roar desperately.

When Dao Ping'er appeared at the venue with her disciples, she was really shocked by the four words "Smiling Yama".

There was no second voice in the entire open-air square, and after she heard those four words several times, she was shocked when she looked at the disciples behind her.

Dao Ping'er raised her head, looked at the guy covered in blood, looked at his knife light, and watched him fight forward again and again, regardless of life and death, for what?

Naturally, everyone present would think of those two words, even behind the title of Smiling Yama, it was still those two words.

Kunlun!

The face of the enlightened real person is not very good-looking, and the real person in charge of the Shushan Sword Sect, who has never been quiet, Wushi also frowned slightly.

Compared with these two people, Daolin was pleasantly surprised, looking down on the gimbal, he seemed to see Kunlun back then, although it was not the word "Kunlun".

As for the ring, the more and more full of sword intent, faintly arguing, has begun to show its edge.

"You dare to use me as a whetstone!" Qu Baishan could no longer suppress his anger, and roared out full of anger.

There was a sudden silence under the ring.

Li Xiaoyi put the knife back into the sheath, the knife was as bright as snow, and the light disappeared in the scabbard little by little.

With a twist of his head and a mouthful of blood foaming out, Li Xiaoyi grinned, and the depths of his eyes were full of undisguised madness.

Purple light and thunder and lightning, as if coiled like a dragon and snake, once again surrounded the whole body of Qubai Mountain.

Even around the air, there was a beating of lightning, thunder and fire, as if the thunder god had come into the world, his eyes were split, and he was full of hatred!

Everyone knew that the final had come, and it seemed that in the next moment, no one said a word, holding their breath and waiting for that moment with extreme nervousness.

"Thor!" The green tendons around Qu Baishan burst out, and the divine light in his eyes faintly danced with thunder and lightning.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder and lightning were like snakes, shuttling and wandering, and the wind howled endlessly.

Li Xiaoyi's right hand tightly grasped the hilt of Jing Zhongyue's knife, but before the knife was released, there was already a soft sound of the knife, slowly flowing in the air.

One is still and one is moving, and the two are opposed to each other.

At such a tense moment, he slowly closed his eyes and listened.

Qubai Mountain, which moves like a god, is surrounded by electric light, and if it does not move, it is enough, and if it moves, the thunderbolt and thunder shake the sky and the earth.

Listening to the wind and rain, he heard the echo of the knife, and in the churning air, there was no moisturizing matter, but in the subtleties, Li Xiaoyi was looking for that point.

And Qu Baishan, who incarnated as the god of thunder, was united with human swords, as if a meteor had fallen into the mortal world, and with the clouds of heaven and earth, it crashed into Li Xiaoyi, who was as quiet as a rock.

A sword was bright, the full moon hung in the air, and a breath from the wilderness instantly filled Li Xiaoyi's surroundings, and the moment Huo Ran opened his eyes, Qu Baishan had already arrived in front of him.

The shadow of the sword that wielded the knife and did not enter the misty sky echoed with the light and shadow of the purple light and thunder and lightning in an instant.

The entire ring collapsed, and a faint gray light flickered in the purple light.

The judge elder of Shushan didn't even think about it, and at the moment when the two of them intersected with each other, they had already opened the enchantment that had been arranged in advance.

Despite this, there was still sword qi in all directions, and the sword light broke through the boundary, and the elders of the various sects around the ring got up one after another, dissolving the vertical and horizontal sword qi into invisibility.

Only the elder who came into contact with this spatula light, his face changed abruptly, although it was also dissolved, but when he looked at the collapsed ring, his eyes were different.

The sword trial conference in Shushan, from the beginning to the present, every game is counted, there are evenly matched without giving in, and there are also brilliant changes in sword intent.

In terms of the degree of tragedy, today's Li Xiaoyi of Kunlun Mountain and Qubai Mountain of the Dragon and Tiger Sect can definitely be said to be the most exciting and tragic one.

The entire ring was wiped out in the purple electric sword, and almost all the disciples of the sect lived here in groups, witnessing this wonderful game with their own eyes.

However, no one knows what the ending will be, everyone is waiting for the moment when the billowing smoke and dust clear.

Dao Lin Zhenren looked nervous, not only him, but everyone in the Kunlun Sect.

Thousands of years of shame and the hard work of several generations are not just for those six places, this is related to Kunlun's status in the Six Sects, but also about the countless wealth of the secret realm.

The same is true of the Thunder True Man, the accidental disappearance of the Flame Veteran in the White Bone Mountain, which is definitely a fatal blow to the Dragon and Tiger Sect.

Although he still has hundreds of years to go before the next catastrophe, there is only one real person left in the sect, which is an embarrassing thing, is it to step into the footsteps of Kunlun?

In the past few hundred years, although he has never witnessed the glory of Kunlun, he has always seen the decline of Kunlun.

There was even the idea of tearing a piece of fat on this terminally ill tiger, but now......

He pondered his thoughts, but in a sudden, his face turned pale and his lips trembled slightly.

Under the cloud platform, one by one, one by one, exclaimed, and instantly flew in the sky of the Shushan Sword Sect.

The deafening four words have been floating and echoing all the time.

A young man covered in blood, with a sword in one hand, stood in the rubble after the smoke and dust had cleared.

No one could see his expression, because his face was stained with blood, only the heaving of his chest proved that he was still alive.