In the rainy Wushan Mountain, there were waves without warning, and the layers of ripples on the surface of the lake that seemed to be wrinkled by the wind showed their original shape.

The second senior brother and the fourth senior brother, who had been running thousands of miles in a very short period of time, discovered the ripple vision in Wushan at a glance, and the speed of the imperial sword under the feet of the second senior brother Yunmo was three points faster, and he snorted coldly: "The demon clan spy has unexpectedly laid a formation here in Wushan. ”

Without waiting for Yunmo's voice to fall, the ripple vision in Wushan came to an abrupt end, and then the wooden card on his waist suddenly lit up, he took off the wooden card to read the message, and was pleased to find that the other end of the message was the little junior brother, but the short text message was intermittent, and only words of unknown meaning such as "black robe, be sure to destroy and Wutong Mother Gu" could be seen.

Yunmo's brows furrowed, not knowing what the little junior brother meant.

"Senior brother, look!"

There was a light drink from the fourth junior brother in his ears, and Yunmo looked up, his eyes shrank suddenly.

In the place where the rippled vision disappeared, an old man wrapped in a slender black robe appeared silently, quietly stopping in front of the invisible formation.

The two senior brothers in the mountain behind Qingyun stopped with solemn expressions.

The black-robed old man, who was confronting the two young sword immortals from afar, stood with his hands in his hands, and said in an indifferent tone: "Leave one leg and one arm by yourself, and then go back and forth from there, the old man can take your lives without using his hands." ”

Wen Zhuyu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "It's refining the virtual realm." ”

The corners of Yun Mo's mouth, who was deaf to the indifferent tone of the black-robed old man, turned his head and asked his junior brother: "When several peak masters came to Houshan to teach us advanced swordsmanship, they often had a little bit of discussion, have you ever won?"

Wen Zhuyu stood in the air, the green bamboo sword in his hand, and thousands of cyan sword qi phantoms could be faintly seen beside him, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly at the current enemy: "I haven't won once." ”

There is a demonic intent between heaven and earth that rises with the wind, and the pair of eyes in the eyes of the second senior brother who have always been light and light in Chang Xi's memory are blood-red in an instant, the white robe is like blood, the black hair is flying, and the close-fitting sword named Drinking Demon in his hand startled a blood-colored rainbow, tearing through the rain of Wushan and crossing the entire sky.

"I've won!"

The sky above Wushan suddenly bloomed with brilliant blood light that made the monks below the Transformation God Realm half a step close, dangerous and deadly.

Ying De in the formation glanced at the stage scenery outside the formation, a dazzling blood-colored Changhong and thousands of cyan sword qi raging in the sky are well-deserved protagonists, obviously the old man who is refining the virtual realm but he is bound as if he can't use it, although the Demon Domain monk will be suppressed by some laws of heaven and earth in the Kyushu realm, but it will not end up on an equal footing with the two God Realm monks.

Yingde felt the aura in the blood-colored Changhong that was only stronger than him, and he clenched his fists, there was still such a character among the younger generation in the Immortal Dao Alliance?

Chang Xi, who was destroyed by the white-clothed elder and reprimanded the extreme array, regained his body, and the scenes of the second and fourth senior brothers outside the formation fighting with the black-robed elder were reflected in his eyes, and he was grateful from the bottom of his heart.

Chang Xi silently drew the sword Yuehong in his hand, his fingers fell on the Yuehong sword, and engraved delicate lines on the thin and narrow sword body with pure spiritual power, and then collected the sword and returned it to the sheath, in the Yuehong Sword Spirit and the Heavenly Desolation Spirit were full of puzzlement and anxious shouts, they threw it violently, and the scabbard and sword were inserted next to Qing Xuan, who was unconscious in his arms.

The lines on the body of the Moon Rainbow Sword flickered, and together with the Heavenly Desolate Sword Scabbard, a solid and abnormal defensive formation was launched, protecting the second daughter from it.

Chang Xi couldn't bear to look at Qing Xuan's teardropping eyes.

The bladeless heavy sword was stacked under his palms, the spiritual power qi machine boiled like hot water, and then climbed the stairs again, the dragon blood boiled and burned in the undulating chest, and in the clear dragon groan, the golden dragon phantom behind Chang Xi was unprecedentedly condensed, and the golden blood sea that could not be seen was descending at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he felt that he was unprecedentedly powerful.

Burning the essence blood of the dragon vein, there is no reason not to be strong, and this is the only way to make up for the difference in strength between the two.

The aura on the body of the sword cultivator in front of him, who was regarded as an ant, was climbing at an incredible speed, Yingde could hardly believe his eyes, the ghost of the hundred-zhang golden dragon behind that guy was like a materialized sculpture, and the dragon groan that made his heart palpitate slightly, this kid is really a dragon?

Chang Xi, who was determined to die, closed his eyes, and the folded palm that held down the hilt of the sword floated slightly, and the thick and bladeless heavy sword Weng rang like a bell.

When he opened his eyes again, there were already two shining silver cross stars in his eyes, and Chang Xi, who was unskilled with both hands, had a moment of thunder under his feet, and the wind and clouds surged in the blink of an eye.

Donkey Kong's Silent Body erupted with a million catties of huge force under the burning dragon's blood, and the bladeless heavy sword force pulled out the mountains and rivers, and the sword momentum swept like a land tornado, tearing apart the protective demonic qi that Yingde was surrounded by, so that Chang Xi, who had always fallen behind in the scene, gradually had the momentum of anti-guest.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who was broken through the body protection demonic qi, was in a trance for a moment, and then the thick and condensed sword qi in the sky was like a torrential rain, falling together, and the rain sword qi was not the water that was spilled out of the brain, but pervasive like a swarm of locusts covering the sky, always making the endless body protection demonic qi unable to re-condense into an entity.

For the first time, Yingde took a step back under Chang Xi's attack, once he took a step back, there would be a second step and a third step, when the last unworking sword qi collapsed, Yingde put down the gilded knife in front of him, only to find that he had retreated, plowing a deep ravine like a crack in the devastated earth.

Looking at the pair of silver crosses in Chang Xi's eyes that almost jumped out of his eyes, Ying De, who had always looked down on the sword cultivator in front of him, finally became serious, "Are you a human or a dragon?"

Burning essence and blood is also equivalent to burning lifespan, Chang Xi kept his mouth shut, every breath he took squandered was the rest of his life. Chang Xi, who was in a trance with the majesty of the true dragon in the sky, didn't even snort coldly, and swept all the way with his sword, and collided with the gilded knife again in the clear dragon chant of the golden dragon's phantom.

The sword light in the sky outside the formation was roaring and the demonic qi was surging, and many of the monks who were hiding in the depths of Wushan were already frightened, and many of the peaks were either cut in two by the sword light of the blood-red or green spirit, or they were contaminated by the vicious black demonic qi and turned into a puddle of sewage.

There are already a lot of poor guys in Wushan who go out and don't look at the yellow calendar, and these murderous monks who are more or less burdened with human head debts are now as well-behaved as cats, just begging these three immortals in the sky to finish their work quickly and stop harming them.

The black-robed old man who was slightly suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth in Kyushu knew that he was suffering.

The old man has followed left and right since His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, and he has seen countless young talents of the so-called Tianjiao, not to mention the other five princes with extraordinary martial arts on the head of the six princes, there are also not a few capable people in the Demon Domain royal family, and the old man is in the realm of refining and refining, and he is quite qualified to point fingers at others, but the two Qingyun Mountain sword cultivators who came to intercept and kill him on the orders of His Royal Highness this time really made him a little frightened.

The demon clan has promoted the law of the law of the jungle to the extreme, extremely advocating force, and is accustomed to crushing opponents with realm cultivation. The demon clan exercises are affected by the extreme climate outside the northern region, and most of them are known for their ferocity, but this is also to be used against whom, the sword cultivation of the white robe turned into a blood robe is more fierce than the demon race, but it can be cultivated in the god realm to fight with him, God knows that there will be such a terrible little monster in Qingyun Mountain?

Like the demon-drinking sword soaked out of the blood pool stirring the gloomy sea of clouds above Wushan, the gloomy sea of clouds in the sky was picked up by a sword in the blood robe and fell into the clouds, sinking in the mountains, floating on the earth, and most of Wushan turned into a sea of clouds. Lightning and thunder roared in the inky sea of clouds, and blood-colored dragons could be faintly seen passing through it.

The figure of the second senior brother Yunmo was pulled out from the top of the sea of clouds, and the blood Jiao condensed by the blood-colored sword qi under his feet rose to the sky, and the incomparable sword momentum in his hand continued to surge. The old man surnamed Yu who stood at the other end of the inky sea of clouds was dumbfounded, where did he expect that Yunmo, who was obviously just a god realm, could stir up the vision of heaven and earth, and the blood robe and blood sword swept away, and the old man who didn't like to use weapons in the demon domain and only loved to use his flesh palm to destroy the flesh meridians of the chaotic ministers and thieves finally changed color, and many demon supernatural powers were thrown out as if they didn't want money, but they could only slightly delay the pace of the madman's sword cultivation.

With the second senior brother, Wen Zhuyu, who was familiar with it, was assisted in attacking, and the surging spiritual power poured into his palm and lit up with a hazy blue light, and then pushed forward, the sharp intention surged, and the unavoidable sword qi blocked this space, although the power of the sword qi was not enough to break through the defense of the old man in the black robe, but it really consumed the power of the demon clan's supernatural powers, and cleared the obstacles in front of the second senior brother.

Wen Zhuyu's sea of consciousness was born mutated, and the strength of his divine thoughts was almost on par with that of the old man, and at this moment he noticed that there seemed to be an ancient monster tied around the waist of the old man, and his appearance was the same as the shape of the witch Gu that was prevalent in the southern Xinjiang region.

The fourth senior brother who was manipulating thousands of sword qi immediately transmitted his voice to the second senior brother, "Senior brother, look at the thing tied around the old thief's waist, is it the one that the junior brother said?"

Yin Hongzhong revealed the blood light of coercion across thousands of zhang, and finally pressed the Demon Drinking Sword on the palm raised by the old man, Yunmo, who heard the voice of his junior brother, looked down, and sure enough, he saw the thing that looked like a poison cup.

The little junior brother is very smart, and the news that he does not hesitate to get out of the only chance is absolutely crucial, although he doesn't know what this Gu means to Chang Xi, he still chooses to believe in the little junior brother without reservation!

Yun Mo, who can compete with the power of refining the virtual realm, pressed down the sword, and put the weight of his whole body on the sword, Yu Lao resisted the demon sword with one palm, and the other palm surged with yin poisonous purple thunder into the sea of clouds, and countless fist-sized demonic qi purple thunder implicated and beat each other, blowing up the blood-colored giant Jiao condensed by the sword intent under Yun Mo's feet.

The natal sword intent was hit hard by the demonic qi purple thunder, and Yunmo, who should have been all lost, took advantage of the situation to spray the surging qi and blood on the sword, and the demon-drinking sword, which was already as red as blood, actually had the idea of retreating at this moment.

The old man, who had not said a word after the fierce fight so far, finally burst out in anger, "Is it worth it for you to fight for your life for someone who has nothing to do with you?"

Yunmo, who had the same lips and teeth, put his sword in both hands and pressed down again, only spitting out a cold word.

"Get out!"

Most of Yunmo's swordsmanship to the realm of transformation comes from the teaching of the senior brother, and the two-handed sword finally makes the qi and blood far less vigorous than his old man's exhaustion, and the sword track of the demon sword is like an antelope hanging horns, so that the old man who was caught off guard has a moment of trance, Yunmo resists the demonic purple thunder, and a sword cuts the sycamore mother Gu on the old man's waist into two!

At the same moment, Xin Tong in Qing Xuan's arms woke up quietly.

The old man knew that he had ruined His Highness's big business, and he immediately turned his head and transmitted the voice to the formation prohibition, "Old guy, come and help me!"

The old man in the formation space looked up at the outside of the formation, his eyes only turned back and forth between the old man and His Highness, and he frowned, he did have the heart to kill the strange sword cultivation of half human and half dragon for His Highness right now, but because His Highness seemed to be interested in it for a long time, it was not good for the old man to act on his behalf.

He looked at Fu Lao and said coldly: "This seat goes out to meet the enemy, and you will sweep the formation on the side for His Highness, if there is a mistake, you know the consequences." ”

With that, the white-robed Elder Immortal flashed out of the formation, and joined forces with the Elder Yu to fight against the two Qingyun Mountain Sword Cultivators who were a little outrageously strong, leaving the dumbfounded Fu Lao motionless.

Let him go and raid the battle for those two monsters who fought until the sky was dark?

Just kidding, he doesn't want to die yet.

As the white-robed elder joined the battle outside the formation, the situation reversed in an instant.

The dense sword light and sword qi that were enough to tear through the sky came to an abrupt end, and the demonic pattern formation like layers of mountains and mountains appeared in front of the palm raised by the elder, and there were seven layers of formations running on top of each other, spewing out a beam of demonic flame with a thick temple pillar, detonating the demonic purple thunder hidden in the sea of clouds before, and the fire that rushed straight into the sky burned the blood river of the sea of clouds, and the uncontrollable sword qi crackled and fell into the Wushan Mountain Range like raindrops, but with a few snaps of the fingers, the entire land of Wushan became full of holes.

Obviously, the old man who was a little stronger than the old man in the black robe withdrew his palm, and the golden wheel array disk around him was his weapon, with this golden wheel formation given by the Demon Emperor, the old man did not have to carry out complicated and lengthy formation engraving ceremonies, and he could use many enemy defeating formations that he was familiar with at will.

For example, the "Demon Flame Light" that he had just cleared the entire sea of clouds in Wushan needed to go through the Seven Amplification Formations to exert 100% of its power, which originally required the cumbersome steps of volleying arrays, but in the hands of the old man, he could achieve the shocking effect of saying what he said.

The rediscovered sky cast rays of golden sunlight, but it could not illuminate the haze on the faces of the two senior brothers, Yunmo and Wen Zhuyu.

Several peak masters in Qingyun Mountain can be said to be the most capable monks in the world, Yunmo and Wen Zhuyu are originally a piece of jade, under the carving of the master and several peak masters, they can naturally bloom with dazzling brilliance. It's just that this kind of dazzling brilliance is placed in front of the two demon powerhouses of the Void Refining Realm, and it immediately looks dim.

Yun Mo, who changed to a defensive posture in time, was the fourth junior disciple, and resisted the demonic flame light head-on with the momentum of the sword encirclement, and his spiritual power was almost bottomed out, and the aura in Wushan was shaken away by the shock wave between the four of them, and it would take a while to wait for the aura to roll back again. Yunmo wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, poured the Heavenly Rank Pill into his mouth like a jelly bean, and raced against time to restore his spiritual power.

The old man noticed that the Wutong Mother Gu on the waist of the old man disappeared, and he was immediately shocked and angry, until the old man in the white robe looked at the two sword cultivators with murderous intent in his eyes, His Highness was most taboo to get out of his control, if this kind of thing was learned by His Highness later, God knows what kind of punishment this cruel and cold-blooded master would be.

"Bad things for Your Highness, give me death!"

Determined to make up his mind to make the white-robed old man and the black-robed old man look hideous, he dodged and stepped forward again, vowing to kill these two swords in his palm.

At this moment, there was a vision between heaven and earth, and the face of the black robe and the white robe changed.

In the distance, there was a shocking eagle and the sound of Sanskrit Buddha.