There is a big river of Bailian running between Chang Xi's palms, so that the Hupei army cannot advance or retreat.

Not only Xuanjia Gong, who was born in the Four Divine Beast Clan, was surprised, but also Ouyang Gong, who was a human race, couldn't help but be excited. In the eyes of ordinary demon cultivators, they may only think that they are bells and whistles embroidered pillows, which are useless, and they are far less exciting and eye-catching than the killing techniques that are wide open and closed. But it is often this seemingly ordinary move that is actually the blunt knife that really kills people in the invisible.

After all, Hu Peijun was a ruthless man who was alone in the north of Xinjiang when he was young, and when he saw that the offensive was blocked, he was no longer under his control, and immediately gave up the tiger knife that did not leave his body, and the body had awakened the origin of the bloodline in an instant, and the white tiger phantom that was more than a hundred feet behind him was entrenched in an instant, and as he leaned out with his palms and pressed it again, he saw the white tiger phantom with a hideous face, and the tiger roared and cracked the sky, breaking the pulling momentum of the big river condensed in Chang Xi's palms, and regaining the tiger knife that was swaying in the big river of Bai Lian in one fell swoop.

The process of fighting between the two seems complicated, but in fact, everything only happens between lightning and flint. Some cultivation experience was not enough for them to see the sinister demon beasts in it, only to feel that the bloody long knife in his hand was terrifying, and the White Tiger Clan Holy Son only disappeared for a few blinks before returning to the same place, patting the armor dust on his body, only the tiger head shoulder armor on his left shoulder lost half of his head at some point.

On the contrary, while Hu Peijun was standing still, Chang Xi was standing in the air, and the majestic qi in his body was like an abyss and a sea at his feet. He looked down and saw that the cuffs of the ceremonial brocade were cut by a wisp of bloody sword qi from the tiger knife.

The catch and fight of the top masters, although it can make outsiders feel ethereal and invisible, but for the two who can gain a firm foothold among the younger generation of the Four Divine Beast Clan, it is not difficult to find the so-called clues in those magic powers, and the difficulty lies in how to deal with them correctly.

Hu Peijun's knife path knife method may not be worth mentioning among the famous schools that use knives in Kyushu, but the victory is that the knife is a killing method, and each knife is going straight to the opponent's life, which can be regarded as simplifying the complexity in the principle of the avenue in a sense. Since this Holy Son of the White Tiger Clan has been able to hunt in the periphery of the northern frontier ruled by the Dragon Clan for decades, and has destroyed more than ten fingers of vassal groups and branches, he must also have the ability to be reckoned with.

Chang Xi smashed Hu Peijun's shoulder armor with one palm after snatching the knife with his bare hands, and the latter naturally wanted to "treat each other with courtesy", cutting his robe with a knife and returning the color.

"What a lord who can't afford to lose. Chang Xi, who was standing on the top floor of the Qi Engine Building, smiled with his sleeves, Hu Peijun had some ability, how could he have done it with all his might?

The Tiger Pei Army, who had failed in one blow, did not recklessly choose to continue the attack, and the trickiness of the young master of the dragon clan in front of him was somewhat beyond his imagination. Before, he had heard that the Holy Son selected by the Dragon Clan this time was the Pheasant of the Dragon Clan's Green Dragon Lineage, and that guy tried to lead troops to encircle and suppress him several times, but he was keenly aware of it in advance, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to provoke the Dragon Clan's Several Vein Dragon Kings to take action personally, he even planned to let the so-called Dragon Clan's Led Pheasant have no return.

It's a pity that the pheasant didn't come this time, but a stronger monster came.

Hu Peijun's scarlet tongue licked the corners of his mouth, since he slain the dragon and preached, he had never felt this invisible pressure in the hands of the same generation, which made his deformed and perverted heart that lacked love since he was a child feel inexplicable excitement and excitement.

What a pleasant thing it would be to be able to trample the head of the young master of the Dragon Clan, who was their mortal enemy of the White Tiger Clan, under his feet, while blaspheming his beautiful and lovely Feng Clan's wife in front of his eyes, and then drinking his blood that must be extremely sweet?

Chang Xi's golden eyes were sharp as if they could penetrate people's hearts, and spiritual power was used in his voice, so that the thousands of clans and demons in the entire Qilian Mountain Range could clearly hear his voice, and he sneered: "Since this king came to the demon world, he has found that the races in the demon world seem to have a lot of prejudice and disdain for the human race, thinking that the human race is a race with a weak constitution by nature, and sooner or later it will be crushed into a handful of powder that no one cares about in the rolling wheel of history. But today in this holy ring, I won't use the power of the dragon clan's bloodline to bully you, a sick cat, and only use the human clan's sword technique against you!"

"I will make you remember what the pride of the Terrans is!"

After Chang Xi said this, the audience was shocked, and the expression on the face of the Candle Dragon's face was also stiff at this moment, not to mention the surprise on the face of the Six-Vein Dragon King, and they didn't know what kind of madness Chang Xi was going to make. But in the dragon camp, only Bai Xiaoshuang looked at Chang Xi, who was stepping on the qi engine, and the unwavering gaze in his eyes never wavered.

The four people in the seats on this side of Xianyang City were already in tears at this moment, especially Ouyang Shaochi, if it weren't for the fact that their identities were now different, he couldn't wait to jump off the field now and fight side by side with the former Chang Da.

The black widow of the Tianluo poisonous spider and the golden thunder eagle and the jade sword mantis on both sides of her side quietly exchanged a meaningful look, the meaning could not be more obvious, if this young master of the dragon clan with ordinary human blood can really defeat the holy son of the White Tiger Clan without dragon power, then the momentum of the alliance between the White Tiger Clan and the Xuanwu Clan in the demon world will plummet, and it is even very likely that all the things that have been eaten before will be spit out, and the situation in the demon world will also be reshuffled because of the end of this holy ring competition.

At this moment, as long as this young master of the dragon clan can really defeat the murderous saint son of the White Tiger Clan, she will not hesitate to lead the clan to join the dragon clan and be a vassal. Before that, if you want to win the favor of that handsome young master, I am afraid that the relationship between the human race in Xianyang City will have to be taken care of in advance.

The Black Widow is full of confidence in this, with her appearance and figure that is enough to rank in the top ten among the thousands of races in the demon world, the masculine guy who has not grown all her hair, and the middle-aged cultivator who knows that Yuanyang has not leaked for many years by looking at her face, which is her opponent under her skirt?

The golden dragon phantom entrenched high behind Chang Xi began to roll back into his body, and the domineering dragon power that filled the entire sky dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sword qi, the moon rainbow sword and the cave sword took the lead in coming out of the sleeves, turning into a black and a white two imposing sword lights that swept through Qilian Mountain, and then there were five swords of red shadow, light, clear frost, unwork, and apricot blossom branches, and five sword qi Changhong of different colors were pulled out in the air.

Although Hu Peijun's heart was angry, he was still silent and waited for the battle.

Qing Xuan sat on the throne that belonged only to his man, holding his cheeks with both hands, staring at the majestic man in the holy ring who was like a sword immortal, and the corners of his mouth curled sweetly.

In the Qilian Mountains, there is a majestic wind that rises from the end of the micro, and the layers are rolled up to the blue sky.

On this side of the Holy Ring, the hard ground made of obsidian began to crack.

The Heavenly Sword Immortal threw his voice like a law at this moment.

"I have a long song full of sword energy!"