In the ancient and solemn Lingxiao Square, countless people surrounded the third ring from each ring like a tide, although most of the competitions in the other rings were not over, but the fighting methods of the two young people in the third ring seemed to be more eye-catching. 【】

The disciples of Shushan looked at each other, as if they were all wondering if they were to face that fierce spirit, would they be as easy to break as the little junior brother Yun Xiaoxie?

No, it's not a break, it's a kill!

Kill it completely!

Everything in the world, all living beings, is in reincarnation. Yun Xiaoye had completely killed the white fierce spirit just now, leaving it with no chance of reincarnation.

In the ring, between heaven and earth, there was a desolate killing intent that slowly diffused and entangled from the young man's body.

Tianshu Jade Terrace, north side.

Soul Dementor Sect Leader Ghost Jiu and Yin Spirit Sect Sect Leader Wu Tianxing suddenly got up, with an incredibly strange look on their faces, and even the Sect Leader of the Ghost Sect of the Netherworld Sect, Master Qinghu, who was standing not far behind the two of them, also showed a look of surprise on his face.

and Mr. Ghost, the mysterious master of the Demon Sect who had been sitting in a chair and rarely spoke, his eyes behind the veil suddenly flashed with a bloodthirsty luster.

"Nether?"

Mr. Ghost said in a low voice, and then shook his head, his brows seemed to be furrowed, revealing a puzzled look.

He has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years, and has been avoiding the world and the Barbarian Temple, and this time he made an exception to come to Middle-earth, because Liang Zi, who was provoked by the Soul Devouring Ancestor a while ago, was hunted down and killed by the Shushan faction.

Under questioning, the Soul Devouring Ancestor revealed that ten years ago, he found the essence of the Nine Nether Wraith Array created by the ghost king Xue Tian within the walls of the apse of the temple, and he infiltrated Middle-earth to collect the soul and the earth's vein evil qi, and seeing that the Nine Nether Wraith Array was about to be completed, he suddenly killed a righteous boy, not only forcibly urging the Nine Nether Soul Array he had arranged, but also using the formation to collect the earth's vein evil qi and Netherworld Ghost Qi that had been condensed for ten years to defeat himself.

Mr. Ghost's experience is naturally far from being comparable to the Soul Eater Ancestor, otherwise it would not be possible for Mr. Ghost to sit side by side with the heads of the five major factions at this moment, and the Soul Eater Ancestor can only stand obediently in the back.

Hearing what the Soul Eater Ancestor said, Mr. Ghost immediately became suspicious.

For example, today, in the attainments of the Netherworld Ghost Path, no one can be around Mr. Ghost, even Ghost Nine and Wu Tianxing are jealous of him.

He knew very well that apart from the ghost king Xue Tian's personal magic weapon, the Netherworld, who could urge the Nine Ghost Soul Array, he had never heard of any other mysterious magic weapon that could forcibly urge it. Therefore, I have always thought that the magic weapon in Yun Xiaoxie's hand is the ghost treasure of the ghost path.

In the previous battle between Yun Xiaoxie and Tang Wenshi, Mr. Ghost witnessed the magic weapon in Yun Xiaoxie's hand, which was an ugly two-foot short stick, not a ghost sword, and he recognized Li Ziye, so he didn't pay too much attention to Yun Xiaoxie's body. 【】

At this moment, the seemingly unremarkable short-stick magic weapon in Yun Xiaoxie's hand instantly devoured and absorbed a fierce spirit energy, and the ability displayed by such a strange magic weapon was no better than another powerful magic weapon of the Ghost Sect, the Soul Bell.

It's just that Mr. Rao is ghost is a peerless figure who is not born in the world, and he never imagined that three months ago, Liu Yuxue, a disciple of the Blood Condensation Hall in Yun Xiaoxie's body, was vicious and poisonous, and this strange poison inadvertently inspired the two magic weapons on his body, the Divine Wooden Stick and the Netherworld.

The sacred wooden stick is the essence of the heart of the ancient barbarian tree, and the aura is rare. The Netherworld is a fierce thing in the ghost path, bloodthirsty and killing, and extremely angry.

These two legendary magic weapons already have spirituality, and they are inseparable under the fight, and finally they are unexpectedly fused together to form a new magic weapon.

So Mr. Ghost still couldn't guess what the short stick in Yun Xiaoxie's hand was for a while.

Yun Xiaoxiao and Chen Mo on the stage obviously didn't have time to take into account the thoughts of the spectators in the audience, and the two slowly fell from mid-air almost at the same time, standing three feet apart from each other on the stone slab of the ring, their four eyes looking at each other from a distance.

Chen Mo's face was slightly pale, and he suddenly said lightly: "Such a powerful magic weapon, in a short period of time, it has devoured the puppet fierce spirit that I have worked so hard to cultivate for more than ten years, such a fierce thing is not rare in my Holy Sect." ”

Yun Xiaoxie's face changed slightly, and the audience was in an uproar, everyone discussed, and the scene seemed a little chaotic.

Yun Xiaoye subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the blue-gray short stick in his hand, a faint cold breath came from the stick, it was so familiar.

The moment he raised his head again, there was a red, bloody light in his originally clear and agile eyes.

He said coldly: "If you want to fight, you can fight, nonsense." ”

As soon as these words came out, a kind of anger came out of his body, and the people around him couldn't feel it, and Chen Mo, who was directly facing Yun Xiaoxie, was a master of the Ghost Sect, and he was naturally sensitive to yin and evil qi, and he suddenly felt the changes that had occurred on Yun Xiaoxie's body opposite.

Chen Mo's face changed for the first time, his eyes flickered, he looked at Yun Xiaoxie, laughed, and said, "Okay! I'll come and comprehend the six great sword techniques of the Shushan Sect that have dominated the world for three thousand years!"

After speaking, the white bone magic weapon in his hand suddenly burst out with countless Dawson green lights, like countless points of ghost fire in the Nine Hidden Underground Mansions, beating rapidly in the air.

A moment later, a gust of wind rushed from all directions from the west to the third ring in Lingxiao Square, and the surrounding exclamations were endless, obviously not expecting that Chen Mo's cultivation path was so strong, approaching the best figures of the younger generation.

Yun Xiaoxie's face sank, but the blood in his eyes was even more rich and profound.

"Boom ......"

With a wave of the white bone magic weapon in Chen Mo's hand, the countless faint green flames suspended in front of him seemed to have life, whistling and whining, and shot towards Yun Xiaoye quickly.

Everywhere he passed, the hard and wide stone slabs on the ground of the ring were violently lifted, and countless ghost fires were also pounced on Yun Xiaoxie, and the posture was almost as if a mountain had pressed it over.

Yun Xiaoxie's face changed drastically, his body retreated again and again, and the nameless short stick in his hand quickly rose up, and he stopped when countless ghost fires and endless stone slabs and boulders rushed in front of him.

On and off the stage, everyone felt a desolate and wild aura burst out from the fifteen-year-old boy, like a huge wave of the sea, sweeping the world in an instant.

The next moment, at the moment when Yun Xiaoye stopped his body, under the oppressive sky, a young man's desolate voice suddenly sounded.

"Eight Desolations** First Style! Phantom!"

His words seemed to slow down, and every word seemed to burst out from the body, mind, and soul.

Facing the countless roaring green ghost fires and boulders rushing towards him, the young man stood proudly between heaven and earth like an ant, and his old and desolate aura was more like a watchman over a hundred years old, staring at the red dust in front of him.

He moved, no longer retreating, but lunging forward.

The nameless short stick in his hand moved, one into two, two into three, and three into a hundred thousand......

Bang......

Endless Netherworld Ghost Fire and countless pieces of hard stone slabs smashed into Yun Xiaoxie's body, the dust and smoke were filled, the sofa stones walked, and countless yin winds flew in all directions.

Yun Xiaoxie's weak figure disappeared into the ring, completely submerged by the countless ghost fires and stone slabs.

There was a burst of cheers and shouts from the Demon Sect, except for the beautiful girl in red......

"Mother, the little evil will be fine!"

In the crowd of righteous path Shushan disciples, Yun Xiaoyou's face froze, and he asked worriedly.

The Purple Cloud Fairy shook her head slightly, her eyes were firmly nailed to the ring, searching for her son's figure.

Not far away, Han Xuemei, dressed in goose-yellow clothes and carrying a huge Xuanfrost Divine Sword, trembled a little, looked at the ring, looked at the direction where the young man disappeared, and her eyes also showed a look of worry.

When everyone thought that Yun Xiaoevil had been defeated, when all the people in the righteous path were shaking their heads and sighing.

Suddenly, a blue light passed through, and as far as the blue light could reach, all the stone slabs that were stimulated in mid-air by the True Power immediately turned into powder.

One, two, three......

In the blink of an eye, thousands of blue rays roared out like a torrent, and even let out a roar like destroying the world.

Countless nether ghost fires quickly dissipated under the cyan light, turning into dust and smoke, and falling on the broken ring bit by bit.

This time, the righteous path side exclaimed, and the situation that was supposed to be defeated was reversed in an instant, and almost everyone on the righteous path side cheered, instantly suppressing the cheers of the Demon Sect.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and the figure of a young man slowly walked out of the ruins, and everyone could see that he was still carrying the ugly short stick in his hand.

He still hasn't fallen!

"Phew......"

Yun Xiaoye stretched out his hand and waved it quickly in front of him, spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva, and rubbed his eyes with his hands, which looked quite funny.

"Impossible!"

Chen Mo's pupils contracted, and under this move, he was confident that Yun Xiaoxie would not be seriously injured even if he did not die.

Yun Xiaoye not only appeared like no one else, but also broke a move that he urged with all his might!

"Make such a mess of me!

Yun Xiaoye grinned, the nameless short stick in his hand was raised high, and then stabbed straight down towards the messy ruins under his feet, shouting: "Eight Desolations ** Second Style!

"It's over!

Many of the disciples who watched the battle suddenly shouted in their hearts, especially some Demon Sect disciples who had watched Yun Xiaoxie's last battle with Tang Wenshi even shouted.

They have seen this move before, even the invisible sword circle of the Huangqi Immortal Sword has been broken, and the power is secondary, mainly because this move is invisible and invisible, and it comes in an instant, making people unguardable.

In an instant, Chen Mo's pupils contracted rapidly again, because a seven-foot-long stick shadow appeared three feet in front of him, which appeared completely out of thin air, and there was no sign at all before.

Fortunately, Chen Mo had been cultivating for many years after all, and the white bone magic weapon in his hand was quickly raised at the last moment, and at the same time, his body fell to the side stiffly.

Rumble......

Chen Mo's whole body was smashed and rolled backwards, quite embarrassed.

The moment he stood up, a familiar stick shadow appeared in the air three feet to the left of his body.

"What's the situation!"

This is not just Chen Mo who has this question in his heart, but everyone, including the Shushan disciples who are watching the battle from the audience.

Yun Xiaoxie was obviously still three or four feet away from Chen Mo's front, why did the stick shadow appear silently on Chen Mo's side?