For the Eight Desolations ** Stick Method First Type Phantom, Yun Xiaoye has now made the furnace perfect, and it can be activated in an instant, and the power is several times stronger than three or four months ago. 【】

Countless short phantoms rushed out from the cyan light, centered on Yun Xiaoxie's body, and indiscriminately blasted away in all directions, their number was almost thousands.

The six huge blood-colored skulls that swirled in mid-air did not have the slightest intention of retreating in the face of the countless stick shadows that shot at them, and they aroused their own violent anger.

These giant blood-colored skulls were originally fused by Shi Shaobei to search for countless fierce spirits, integrating obscure, violent, bloody, etc., opening their terrifying and hideous mouths, not dodging or dodging, and at the same time pounced on Yun Xiaoxiao with the shadow of the stick.

"Bang Bang ......"

The continuous crackling sound suddenly sounded in the ring, and the countless stick shadows shot overwhelmingly, and the castration of the six blood-colored skulls was one of the obstacles, and countless people looked from the stage, but they saw that almost all the stick shadows of countless Dao were shot on the blood-colored skulls, and the red blood light and cyan light were intertwined, which was very weird.

In the distance, Shi Shaobei's face gradually sank, and Yun Xiaoxie's cultivation seemed to be even more powerful than before, which greatly surprised her.

She originally wanted to use six blood-colored skulls to scare and scare Yun Xiaoxie, give him face, and make him admit defeat, but at this moment she clearly felt that under Yun Xiaoxi's phantom, the six blood-colored skulls she urged were obviously invincible, and a short contact had already reduced their blood light.

"Not good!"

Shi Shaobei was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly urged the true magic power to recite the incantation silently in his mouth.

The gloomy wind was atmospheric, and the terrible ghost roar sounded again, especially sharp and piercing in the loud bang. The red light on the six blood-colored skeletons that had been greatly reduced in blood light condensed again, and this time they were no longer afraid of death to pounce on Yun Xiaoxie, but began to dodge the endless stick shadows.

"I want to run!"

Yun Xiaoxie's eyes flashed, and he grabbed the magic weapon nameless short stick suspended above his head, and then stabbed it towards his feet, shouting: "Eight Desolations ** Second Style, invisible!"

A huge and condensed stick shadow quietly appeared in front of him in front of a blood-colored skull that dodged the stick shadow, Rao is Shi Shaobei saw Yun Xiaoyi perform such a strange trick several times in the previous fighting method, and he had long been on guard in his heart, but at this moment, he felt quite powerless when facing the invisible.

She urged with her mental power, trying to control the blood-colored skull to dodge the invisible stick shadow, but her speed was still a little slower. The thick stick shadow struck the blood-colored skull's heavenly spirit cover, and suddenly the skull that was hit roared in the sky, the voice was sharp and terrible, and there was endless pain in it.

Under the gaze of countless people, a small crack suddenly appeared on the dark red expression bone of the weird skull that was larger than a person, and in the blink of an eye, the crack began to spread, quickly covering the entire huge blood-colored skull.

"Roar!"

In an unwilling roar, the blood-colored skull that had been invisibly split suddenly clicked, and the entire huge skeleton turned into a red bone rain and fell from mid-air. 【For more exciting, please visit】

At this moment, everyone on and off the stage was stunned, and they didn't seem to expect that Yun Xiaoxie's cultivation was much higher than everyone had expected. Easily broke one of Shi Shaobei's six blood-colored skeletons in front of him.

Yun Xiaoye didn't have time to rejoice, and once again cast the second form of informity, wanting to attack a blood-colored skeleton on the side.

Shi Shaobei felt a lot of pain in his heart, these six blood-colored skulls condensed endless souls, they had been refined by searching for more than ten years by themselves, and now one of them was broken, where could he easily let go of this stinky boy.

"Stinky dumb, have you really forgotten what happened to us!"

She scolded angrily in her heart, for fear that Yun Xiaoxie's invisible magic stick would break one of her blood-colored skeletons again, and she cast her handprint spell again and again, and the remaining five blood-colored skulls in mid-air suddenly flew quickly, and quickly flew under the blood cloud vortex above her head, spun quickly, and stared at Yun Xiaoxie, but did not attack.

Yun Xiaoxie laughed, and didn't chase after him, just levitated, and shouted: "Demon Sect Demon Magic, but Er'er!"

"Stinky dumb!"

Shi Shaobei gritted his teeth and muttered, "Break my ghost!"

She stretched out her hand, and the world seemed to be quiet at this moment, and everyone's eyes focused on Shi Shaobei's stretched out left hand.

When Yun Xiaoye was proud, suddenly, the entire ring seemed to shake, and even he who was suspended in mid-air seemed to feel it.

He looked down, and at that moment, a strange bell rang suddenly.

"Bell ......"

This voice is low and strange, as if it has the effect of penetrating people's hearts, and it is a little more weird than the ordinary sound of bells.

Yun Xiaoxie shouted that it was not good, and the essence blood and soul all over his body suddenly trembled violently at the moment the bell rang.

He looked down and saw that the beautiful woman wrapped in the red curtain had a small red bell between her white jade fingers.

"Dementor Bell!?"

Everyone was solemn, and they forgot even the cheers, and the world fell into a short but strange silence for a while.

In the first few rounds, Shi Shaobei's life was relatively good, and the opponents drawn were all disciples with low cultivation, and the soul bell had not appeared, and everyone was looking forward to it, thinking that only flying sword masters such as Han Xuemei could force Shi Shaobei to take out this ancient treasure of the Demon Sect.

Offstage, in the crowd, the black-clothed and masked Qian Thirteen Sister, her dead eyes suddenly bloomed with a strange light, he had fought with Shi Shaobei many times, and had learned the power of the soul bell, so he naturally knew that this strange treasure was really unusual, and it was definitely not comparable to ordinary demon magic weapons.

At this moment, she was faintly worried about Yun Xiaoxie, and even her fists were subconsciously clenched.

Han Xuemei, Yang Zhaodi, Feng Qiuyu, Bai Feifei and other four people who were as famous as Shi Shaobei also frowned, obviously thinking that if they met Shi Shaobei who was holding a soul bell, they would have a few chances of winning with their Taoism.

Among the disciples of the Kunlun faction, Feng Qiuyu, whose face was pale and obviously had not recovered from his injuries, silently looked at Shi Shaobei on the stage, and then looked at Yun Xiaoxi, who was suspended about two feet above Shi Shaobei's oblique.

There was suddenly a hint of melancholy in her black and white eyes, and she murmured: "The demon power of the soul bell is too great, even I am a little afraid, Yun Xiaoyi will never be able to stop Shi Shaobei." ”

Zhao Wushuang, who was the first place in the last Heart Magic Battle, was also standing by her side.

Zhao Wushuang's handsome cheeks turned slightly sideways, glanced at Feng Qiuyu, and suddenly said lightly: "Qiuyu, since Yun Xiaoxiao sent you back last time, you seem to have cared a little too much about him. ”

Feng Qiuyu was stunned for a moment, smiled dumbly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you don't mean that I have a friendship for this little kid, right?"

Zhao Wushuang's face was condensed, and his eyes were deep.

Based on his experience and knowledge, he naturally knew that Feng Qiuyu was seriously injured, his ribs were nearly half broken, and there was a shocking wound on his chest.

When Yun Xiaoxie sent it back, the broken bones had been connected, and the wound had also been ointended, which was impossible for Zhao Wushuang under serious injuries to do, it must have been Yun Xiaoxie who healed her, and with a slight use of her brain, she could guess that Yun Xiaoxie was afraid that she had seen places that should not be seen.

Zhao Wushuang had early feelings for Feng Qiuyu, this is an open secret in the Kunlun faction, Feng Qiuyu has long heard some rumors, she didn't take it seriously, she just treated Zhao Wushuang as an elder brother.

Today, Feng Qiuyu's injury is still quite serious, but she insists on coming to the top of the mountain to watch the fighting method competition, this round several flying sword masters have a competition, the most interesting disciple of this faction Changkong and Shushan disciple Feng Yuanji's strong showdown, most of the Kunlun disciples went to cheer for Changkong, only Feng Qiuyu unexpectedly came to the first ring to watch Yun Xiaoxiao and Shi Shaobei, which was not favored in the first place, the meaning, the more Zhao Wushuang thought about it, the more wrong it was, and he was naturally quite depressed in his heart, and he had no good impression of Yun Xiaoxi.

Hearing Feng Qiuyu's words, he snorted softly, his eyes moved to the ring again, and said slowly: "Yun Xiaoxie and Shi Shaobei's cultivation is very different, this time he is going to suffer." ”

In the seventh ring, Changkong, dressed in white, was chic and calm, holding a two-foot-long jade ruler, the glow was flickering, and the aura was sufficient, facing Feng Yuanji's sword technique wave after wave of attacks, Changkong always responded unhurriedly, without the slightest flaw.

Qiankun reincarnation ruler is the Kunlun school inheritance of hundreds of years of treasures, Taixu Zhenren was young inadvertently in the world when the experience obtained, absolutely extraordinary, in the Kunlun school Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao spiritual power under the urging of the turquoise Qiankun reincarnation ruler of the sun, all the sword qi in touch the Qiankun reincarnation ruler emitted by the glow immediately by the Taoist Xuan Tai Chi rotation power deflected, simply can not attack.

Feng Yuanji also knew that Changkong was the only enemy he had seen in his life, and before he went to the ring, his master Xuanbi Daoren had already told him that there was no way to deal with Changkong, but he must not be anxious, especially beware of the Qiankun reincarnation ruler in Changkong's hands.

The shadow of the sword in the sky is like a shower, like a locust. Feng Yuanji stood in the air with the fairy sword in his hand, and shook the fairy sword in his hand unhurriedly, and it was immediately split into seven fairy swords of different shapes.

Dragons, snakes, toads, turtles, golden roosters, jade fu, centipedes.

The dragon's name is Jin's, the toad's name is jellyfish, the chicken's name is Tianxiao, the rabbit's name is Yangluo, the centipede's name is Chisu, the turtle's name is Xuangui, and the snake's name is Qingling.

Among the seven sword bags, only the dragon and the snake are the largest, about a few feet, and the small one is only three or four inches in size.

As soon as the seven swords came out, the heavens and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds protruded, and endless clouds shrouded Feng Yuanji's head, changing their colorful appearance.

On the north side of Tianshu Jade, Mu Qingyang, the master of the Demon Sect Ancient Demon Gate, stared at the seventh ring, and his old face suddenly became gloomy.

Said slowly: "Seven Cultivation Divine Sword." ”

Everyone was stunned, and after a while, many of the heads of the Demon Sect and the senior elders were all shocked.

Wan Qizi snorted coldly, and said lightly: "It turns out that this is the Seven Cultivation Sword, hmph, was the old man in the Xuanbi of Shushan Mountain a hundred years ago who took this sword to enter the temple from the front?"

The corners of Mrs. Hongmian's mouth moved, and she said slowly: " Yes, I remember very clearly, at that time, among the seven masters of the righteous path, Yun Canghai held the Xuanbi Daoist who held the Zhutian Divine Sword and the Xuanbi Daoist who held the Seven Cultivation Divine Sword entered from the main hall, the old monk Puchan entered from the northeast, Xiao Youya from the northwest, the Hundred Flowers Fairy from the southeast, the Lingyun Fairy from the southwest, and the drunken Taoist from the west。 ”

Wan Qizi was the person in charge of the Demon Sect at the beginning, and he was confronting the righteous sects on the edge of the wilderness with most of the power of the Demon Sect, and he was not in the temple, but he also heard from his elders about the events at that time. Indeed, as Madame Hongmian said, it is the greatest shame of the Holy Sect since its founding.

He glanced sideways at the ghostly Mr. Ghost who was sitting at the bottom, and said lightly: "I heard that there was an eighth person at that time, and it was the mysterious woman who entangled Mr. Ghost, which made the elder disciples left behind in the temple leaderless, and let the seven guys in the righteous path get a advantage." ”

The black aura on Mr. Ghost's body suddenly became a little thicker, and he also glanced at Wan Qizi, and the aura of death seemed to have doubled.

He said lightly: "Yes, it's the nine-tailed sky fox fox, the old man was entangled by the little fox girl in the apse dedicated to the Holy Mother and the Demon God, and finally although he broke through the enchantment of the little fox girl with the Xuanling Qiankun bracelet, but at that time, the Yuncang Sea and the Xuanbi had already broken into the Xuanhuo Holy Land, I ...... I'm no match for Yun Canghai. ”

Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "Mr. Ghost, why do you blame yourself, who in the whole world can stop the Yuncang Sea holding the Heavenly Sword? It's been a hundred years, don't mention this matter again in the future." ”

Mr. Ghost glanced at Mu Qingyang lightly, nodded slightly, and there seemed to be gratitude in his eyes.

Since then, the Demon Cult has strengthened its protection of the temple, and there are dozens of Demon Sect elders stationed in the temple, led by Mr. Oni and Granny Hua. Moreover, the main hall of the Ancient Demon Gate also moved to the east of the temple thirty miles after that, guarding the temple.

The most hated thing in the Demon Sect is Xuanbi and Yuncanghai, seeing the sudden appearance of the Seven Cultivation Divine Sword that wantonly rushed to kill in the temple that day, these senior elders of the Demon Sect who had experienced the great battle a hundred years ago in the past all breathed fire in their eyes and gritted their teeth.