As soon as the words fell, Xiao Jinghuan's body was shaken, and he knew that the Zhenpai thaumaturgy "God-killing Style" of Yijian Villa was divided into three types in total, and the first type was "Thunder." ”

Boom –

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden sound of piercing thunder, a lightning almost tore the sky in half, and the seven-colored light suddenly gathered, as if the long whale sucked water, and suddenly turned into an auspicious sword, the Yishen Immortal Sword from the tip of the sword to the hilt, a total of seven colors, unstoppable under the starry sky.

In the different space in the formation, there was no light against the background, and the darkness gradually returned. Xiao Jinghuan stood blankly and looked around, but Xie Yuanzhong and Emperor Xuan were gone.

"Crackling ——"

A thunderbolt suddenly slashed from outside the chaos, with the momentum of thunder, hitting the sword body impartially, the sword body of the Yishen Immortal Sword shook suddenly, and the sound of "wolf howling and ghost roaring" came out, as if thousands of yin spirits were struck by lightning, and they roared in unison.

The body of the Yi Immortal Sword trembled slightly, and then stabilized.

Xiao Jinghuan opened his mouth wide, his eyes were fixed, and he looked at this scene incredulously.

Until the next moment, a cloud of black light seemed to burst out from the sword's body, and the black light slowly condensed in mid-air, and finally appeared Xuanhuang's body. His body fell from mid-air and fell to the ground, seemingly battered.

And in the sky, a figure also slowly changed from virtual to real, revealing Xie Yuanzhong's body, he was holding the Yi Shen Immortal Sword in his hand, and his mouth was panting heavily.

The difference was that Xie Yuanzhong's old eyes were full of fatigue and pain, while Xiao Jinghuan's eyes were clear and full of surprise and worry.

"The hundred-year-old sword village really lives up to its reputation, the power of the god-killing sword is extremely powerful, and with the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier 'Yi Shen' sword, it is enough to make the ghosts and gods bow down, and the old man is convinced!" Xuan Huang's body was lying on the ground, but his tone was unusually stable.

Xie Yuanzhong and Xiao Jinghuan's faces changed color at the same time, and they were shocked in their hearts.

The black clothes on Emperor Xuan's body were already in tatters at this moment, and he was stabbed by the fierce sword qi, and the hat on his head had long since disappeared, and he was lying on the ground at this moment, trying to stand up.

Xie Yuanzhong stood in mid-air, his face was as dead as ashes, although it had been a long time, he still hadn't breathed, and he was panting heavily. With such a powerful sword qi, even if there is a Yi Immortal Sword in his hand, it is bound to inject great spiritual power, and the loss of himself can also be seen.

Xiao Jinghuan was amazed on his face, and only came back to his senses at this moment, ran quickly to Emperor Xuan, helped him up, and looked his body up and down, only to see that he was in tattered clothes and scarred all over his body, and couldn't help frowning: "Senior, how are you?"

Emperor Xuan waved his hand slowly, but did not speak.

At this moment, there is no black veil, and Emperor Xuan's mysterious appearance is also seen in the eyes of Xie Yuanzhong and Xiao Jinghuan, I saw that he was full of heaven, with a square face and thick eyebrows, looking about forty years old, and a pair of eyes looked a little tired at the moment, and after bearing the blow of "thunder", his face was also as pale as paper.

Xie Yuanzhong looked at him incredulously, and saw that he seemed to be fine except for some skin injuries. This surprise was not trivial for him, he frowned, shook his head in a daze, and said in amazement: "You broke this technique......?" No way...... She said that there will never be another person in the world who breaks this spell except her!"

Emperor Xuan slowly stood up under Xiao Jinghuan's support, sneered with mockery, and slowly raised his gaze to look at Xie Yuanzhong in mid-air. Although he also had some gasp in his mouth, his eyes were extremely arrogant, he looked at Xie Yuanzhong uncontrollably, and said slowly: "That person is silent?"

Xie Yuanzhong was shocked when he heard this, cold sweat flowed, the light of horror flashed in his eyes, and he was stunned: "How do you know?"

Emperor Xuan snorted coldly, and said slowly: "The god-killing style is so powerful, with a square eye on the world, if there is only one person who can break this sword technique, who else can there be except my mentor Mo Rao?"

"Teacher?" Xie Yuanzhong's face suddenly became bloodless, and he looked at Emperor Xuan with wide eyes, full of surprise.

Emperor Xuan smiled coldly and said, "I can't think of it, if it weren't for this, under such a powerful sword style, the old man would have been in a different place long ago!"

Xie Yuanzhong didn't know that Emperor Xuan was a teacher of Mo Rao, and if it was about the art of swordsmanship, no one in the world could match it. And he is Mo Rao's disciple, and he has a unique opinion on swordsmanship, otherwise if he is someone else, he is afraid that it will be as Xie Yuanzhong said, "There is no way to live under the god-killing style." ”

Emperor Xuan gently patted the dust around him, and said lightly: "The power of the god-killing style is so great, if you force the Yishen Sword to use this technique, the loss of its true yuan must be extraordinary, if the old man is not mistaken, you are already planning to make a desperate bet." If you don't have a more powerful swordsmanship, then it seems that you will be unable to escape death today. ”

Xie Yuanzhong closed his eyes deeply when he heard this, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened his eyes faintly, his eyes were cold, he looked at Emperor Xuan coldly, and said in his mouth: "Your Excellency is really as wise as a torch, and the old and old are old, and it is not a pity to die." But the heavy task of destroying demons will still be like a prairie fire, endless. ”

With that, he held the sword in his hand, slowly stood it in front of him, closed his eyes, folded his hands, and recited the mantra in a loud voice:

"Three souls and seven spirits, take this as a contract. Kill all the demons, and act without recklessness. - Kill the Soul!"

As soon as the words fell, in the entire different space, the wind was blowing, and everyone's clothes were blown to hunt and fly, Xuan Huang frowned, and a pair of eyes looked closely at Xie Yuanzhong, who was casting a spell in mid-air.

Xiao Jinghuan frowned, and said to Emperor Xuan in a low voice: "The Soul Killing Style is more powerful than the Thunder Style, I suggest that the seniors take the initiative to attack, and it is best to break it before the 'Spirit Killing Sword Style' is formed, otherwise this set of 'Green Dragon Array' will definitely not be able to support such a powerful sword style." ”

Emperor Xuan pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and with a horizontal left hand, a golden staff suddenly slowly condensed in his hand, and said, "The god-killing old man has been taught, it's time to fight quickly!" With that, he turned into a black light and flew towards Xie Yuanzhong.

The starry sky in the different space seemed to be beginning to respond to the invincible immortal sword in Xie Yuanzhong's hand, and began to slash messily across the night sky, like a meteor shower.

The Yishen Immortal Sword was held in Xie Yuanzhong's hand, this set of sword styles did not have the earth-shattering momentum of the "Thunder", I saw Xie Yuanzhong's body slowly dancing the sword in mid-air, and the sword body passed with a touch of bright ripples, divided into seven colors. From his body, there was slowly a faint energy condensing towards the sword, and his body was even older than just now, his whole body was already skinny, his face was like ashes, like a scrawny old man. Only a pair of eyes were still shining, as if he had put his life on the line for the sake of upholding the morality in his heart.

Emperor Xuan also had lingering palpitations about the "god-killing style" in his heart, and he had long lost his initial carelessness.

The golden Zen staff in his hand seemed to have a faint Buddhist atmosphere at the moment, and the golden light emitted from the Zen staff was brilliant, and he was facing him head-on, and Xie Yuanzhong hit his head in mid-air.

Although Xie Yuanzhong saw it in his eyes, he turned a blind eye. His sword swing was slow, with no hint of dodging.

Sure enough, Emperor Xuan's hard blow still hit the light shield of Shicai's Yi Immortal Sword.

There was a loud "clang" sound.

Emperor Xuan seemed to have expected it, he snorted coldly, and his body was like a ghost, and he disappeared in an instant.

In the sky, only Xie Yuanzhong was left in the dark night sky, slowly dancing the sword, it seemed that it would take a long time to trigger this set of sword styles.

Xiao Jinghuan stood on the ground, looking up at the sky, rubbing his hands, and his heart was also very anxious. After all, he is from Yijian Villa, and he has studied formations all his life, and he has a little understanding of this world-famous sword style. Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, at this moment, it seemed that the "god-killing style" that Xie Yuanzhong had used was even more powerful than the rumors he had heard. If it is only about the way of swordsmanship, there is no one in the village who can compare with the owner Xie Yuanzhong.

Although he also knew a little about Emperor Xuan's Taoist cultivation, he was anxious in his heart after all, and he was really incalculable at the moment.

"God-given divine power - soul killing!"

Xie Yuanzhong suddenly raised his head and shouted, his voice was terrible, echoing faintly in the night sky......

The next moment, a golden and dazzling Zen staff smashed towards him from behind him. The Zen staff fell point by point, and Emperor Xuan suddenly noticed that the invisible seven-colored light shield of Shicai had disappeared at this moment, he snorted coldly in his heart, and hit down with the Zen staff in his hand, Xie Yuanzhong didn't know if he didn't realize that the Zen staff hit Xie Yuanzhong's white-haired head impartially.

Xiao Jinghuan's eyes were full of light, and he was about to exclaim, but he saw something strange happening......

Xie Yuanzhong's body was like a reflection, and the powerful blow of the Zen staff actually penetrated Xie Yuanzhong's body and hit him empty. I saw Xie Yuanzhong's figure gradually disappear in mid-air and slowly disappear.

In the field, Emperor Xuan's figure stood in mid-air, looking left and right, but he was completely unaware of Xie Yuanzhong's position.

"S-"

The next moment, with a piercing sound, Xie Yuanzhong's figure suddenly appeared behind Emperor Xuan, his body seemed to be sublimated from the air, for some reason, his figure at the moment looked extremely vicissitudes, his old body seemed to be a little curled, the wrinkles on his face were like knife carvings, and the folds under his lips were like a girl's skirt. Only those eyes, with a righteous and awe-inspiring color, are like knives and swords.

He held a colorful fairy sword in his hand, and the sword body of the fairy sword actually silently penetrated Xuan Huang's chest.