Dao Dao sword qi made a long song, playing the sky of this demon world.

The obsidian ground, which had already shattered thousands of spider web patterns, became more and more fragmented in the swirl of sword qi, as if countless chisels were tirelessly striking the Holy Ring, and occasionally a slightly larger obsidian block jumped up, turning into powder in an instant.

Chang Xi, who was in the storm of sword qi, could no longer resist the orthodox bloodline pressure on Hu Peijun's body head-on without the need for the origin dragon might, and the yin and yang sword qi of life and death that was so cold that it could cut all things contained too many mysteries that demon cultivators could not figure out the way inside. After cultivating to reach the Refining Void Realm, Chang Xi could already manipulate the sword qi to cut off the "potential" on others, so even if he didn't use the advantage of his bloodline, he could be calm.

The sword has a sword momentum, the knife has a knife momentum, and the gun has a spear momentum. If it were in the human realm, it might not be as smooth as it was now. After all, they are the same people who have been raised by the water and soil of the human world, and for the use of the so-called potential, the major first-grade sects and even the second-grade sects have a comprehension and heritage of hundreds of years and thousands of years. Compared with the naturally strong physique of the demon race, the human race had no choice but to find another way, but unconsciously opened up another way to heaven.

It is said that sword qi is intangible, but at this moment, Chang Xi stirred up the wind and clouds with one hand, so that the ten thousand demons in Qilian Mountain really saw what the sword qi was. The brightly armored Hu Peijun trembled with a knife in his hand, and the ground under his feet was shattered into powder, and after a few imperceptible jumps in the corners of his eyes, he decisively chose to avoid its edge.

The cold breath almost made his face gloomy as the tiger roaring in the winter.

Chang Xi was high above like a god coming into the world, seven flying swords of different colors came out together, and the Dongyou Sword went straight into the center of the holy ring, without making much noise, and the pitch-black sword body sank into the obsidian like a stab into tofu, revealing only a sword hilt to make a formation outside. The remaining six swords fell in turn in a six-pointed star array, forming a life and death yin and yang sword array dominated by death intent. The scope is so large that it directly covers the entire Holy Ring!

In the sword array, it is not the king's land.

Xuanyu really faced Xin Tong, who could urge the fire that burned all things to the extreme, and did not dare to take anything lightly, and the Xuanwu Phantom behind him was like a mountain suppressing a space. The Qiyuan Valley is close to the Demon Sea, and the Xuanwu clan has been practicing the water method for generations, and Xuanyu Zhen, as a saint of the Xuanwu clan, naturally has a unique advantage in the water technique. I saw her mouth open and close, spitting out an ethereal but extremely cold white ice breath, and she could compete with Feng Huangyan for a while.

A radius of thousands of acres is wide enough in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of immortals, it is only a square inch. The surging sword qi autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, sweeping the Tiger Pei Army to the battle circle of ice and fire on the other side of the holy ring. The sword qi has a spirit, directly bypassing Xin Tong.

Xuanyu Zhen did not have such a good fortune, seeing that the tide of sword qi was menacing, even the Holy Son of the White Tiger Clan, who had always fought and never retreated, temporarily avoided the edge, his face changed drastically, and immediately urged the phantom behind him to condense into a Xuanwu Law Body, like a reef in the waves, forcibly slamming away the tide of sword qi, and there were bursts of cold sword qi shooting and impacting sounds.

Chang Xi flicked his sleeves and walked alone, and with every step he took, a sword qi would condense into essence and appear at his feet, walking in the air as if he were walking on the ground.

Chang Xi's comprehension of the sword, whether it is sword moves or sword intent or that sword heart, is already the most top-notch figure among the young generation in the contemporary human world. Since Qingyun Mountain taught Qinglan to lead Chang Xi to the sword cultivation in the small mountain village, he has seen too many exquisite swordsmanship and mysterious sword intent of his predecessors, and he has also relied on the gourd to draw a cat and a tiger several times, intending to follow the footsteps of his predecessors to walk out of a bright future.

If that were the case, he would definitely not have gotten to this point.

Since the beginning of his qi cultivation, he has always pondered a question, what is his own sword? When other people's swordsmanship is in his own hands, it is still someone else's sword move after all, and he can't count it as himself. Even if he can learn everything he has learned in his life, he can only be regarded as the second Qingyun Mountain master at most.

So he picked up the sword talisman, learned the sword formation, realized his own sword qi long song, and walked out of his own path on the rugged and difficult road of cultivating immortals.

He knew in his heart that if he only stopped at the current realm and strength of the sect, he would not be able to deal with the demon realm army that might break through the realm in the future.

Now, when he looked back at the domineering sword of Shen Tulie, the peak master of Heavenly Sword Peak, when he first saw it, and then recalled the three thousand love silk sword of the red sleeve peak master of Qifeng Peak, he suddenly felt that it was so easy to understand.

He has been poor for ten years, and he has learned and understood countless things, and the rugged and unpredictable experiences are worth the reincarnation of others for several lifetimes. After getting acquainted with the young monk Jueming of Honggan Temple, he had a great wish to compile a picture of living and working in peace and contentment in the world, but because he was limited by his own cultivation and could not shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting Kyushu, now he has finally come to this step high enough.

He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, the little boy who could only cry and run away under the pursuit of the demon wolf, time has passed, and now he has grown to the point of ignoring all living beings.

Chang Xi, who had the qualifications and strength to be in the ring where life and death were at every turn, came back to his senses, and saw that Xuanyu really didn't know when he used the Xuanwu clan's divine power to build a tortoiseshell barrier that blocked the sword qi and Fenghuang Yan, and Hu Peijun was also among them.

Chang Xi smiled lightly, raised his fingers, and the mighty sword tide swept into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the sky of the entire Holy Arena was filled with dense essence sword qi.

With the finger of the meaning of the holy decree, the majestic sword flow was like rain, and it seemed that there was no discipline like a random smash, but in fact, only the big demons in the Four Divine Beast Clans who had cultivated to a certain level could capture some details. The majestic sword rain is clearly a sword rank and a sword, the sword and sword are like beads, and the qi and machine are closely connected, and there is no intention to give Hu Peijun and Xuanyu really any leeway!

This supernatural sword move with the Holy Ring Painting the ground as a prison is like a small world of Buddhism, directly blocking the demonic power of this side of heaven and earth, leaving only endless sword qi.

I don't know when, the first, second, and third floors of the circular palace have lost their original noise, and the quiet needle drop can be heard, and countless demon beasts are stunned to look at the Xiaoxiao sword rain that fills their entire field of vision, and they don't dare to take a breath in the atmosphere, for fear of causing the sword fairy to be angry. And the other great demons of all races all looked solemn, and they asked themselves how long they could last under this kind of sword rain with thunderous sword power, but no matter how much they calculated, they could only sadly find that they could not survive more than half a pillar of incense under such a sword technique.

The sword rain was contaminated with Fenghuang Yan, and it turned into Huangyan sword qi in the blink of an eye, which was enough to show the tacit understanding between Xin Tong and Chang Xi. The sword qi that was so powerful that it could be regarded as obsidian as nothing swam past Xin Tong's hand, turning into a full circle of finger softness, and Xin Tong's sword qi power rose to another level, as if the two of them were in the same vein.

Xuanyuzhen, who could only defend hard, gritted her teeth and raised her hands, and shouted angrily, "Xuanyu Tubai Practice", and between the ups and downs of demonic power, she propped up the increasingly condensed and thick tortoiseshell barrier.

The range of the barrier was restrained at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the defensive power was increased exponentially, and the Huangyan Sword was inserted into the ice armor tortoise shell one after another, exploding inch by inch, stirring up an even more awe-inspiring sword wind. Xuanyu's face turned slightly pale, and she was forced to retreat a little, and the soles of the woman's feet plowed deep ravines in the hard obsidian ground, but the defense was still there.

The Xuanwu Clan's outstanding degree in defensive ability is worthy of being the first in the demon world.

"I heard that when your Xuanwu clan casts the divine power called Xuangui Tubai Lian, and then introverts the divine power to a zhang in front of you, you will be able to invade all laws. ”

Chang Xi's eyes narrowed slightly: "Today, I would like to know whether my sword is sharper, or your turtle shell is harder." ”