"Sneer......"

A sharp and piercing sword roar pierced the thick night sky, and the white sword light as bright as autumn water pierced Yun Xiaoxie's face, Yun Xiaoxiao looked at Han Xuemei, who was holding the Xuanshuang Divine Sword in the moonlight and only wearing a small belly pocket, stabbed with a sword, his heart was Ling, he didn't dare to take the edge of Han Xuemei's divine sword, and his body retreated again and again. 【For more exciting, please visit】

Seven steps later, Yun Xiaoyi saw the white sword light in front of him in an instant, and the nameless short stick in his hand suddenly swung out from the bottom up, and with a piercing roar, the dark blue stick shadow picked the white sword light away.

Yun Xiaoye retreated again under the force, while Han Xuemei's entire body flew upward.

"Lao Tzu really doesn't believe in evil anymore! What is so terrible about people who have just been transformed into demons in their hearts!"

Yun Xiaoxiao snorted, and after stabilizing his body, he rose to the ground, holding a short stick and galloping towards Han Xuemei in mid-air.

The two of them held the sword short stick, and they fought in the air in close quarters, seeing the moves, the two rays of light, one white and one green, were even more colorful and flickering, and for a while, the night was full of light, extremely dazzling.

Han Xuemei is wearing a close-fitting small belly pocket at the moment, which is the goose yellow color she likes, and two goose yellow ribbons pass through her white neck and back, with an indescribable grace.

Especially in the night sky, coming and going like electricity, the wind is fierce, Han Xuemei's belly pocket is swinging wildly, and the abrupt snow peaks are faintly revealed from time to time.

Seeing Yang Zhaodi holding the Xuanshuang volley from a high place, Yun Xiaoye looked from below, just in time to see the snow-white twin peaks in the gap, he was in a state of turmoil, seeing that the white light was sharp, he hurriedly retracted his mind, and blocked it with a short stick in his hand.

There was a loud bang, and the two powerful energies collided, Han Xuemei's body shook, and her body was bounced into the night sky again, and Yun Xiaoxie's body was smashed down under the force, and fell heavily into the soft sand on the shore of the lake.

"Phew......"

Yun Xiaoye got up from the sand, spit out the soil in his mouth, and suddenly felt a strong wind pressing down from above, and the sand under his feet was suddenly blown away by the strong wind blowing the sand and stones.

His face changed slightly, and he saw a fairy sword emitting a dazzling white light shoot down, and the speed was incredible.

Yun Xiaoye didn't have time to dodge, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the nameless short stick in his right hand rose and stabbed towards the divine sword that was rapidly falling in the sky.

"I'm top!"

The end of the short stick and the tip of the Xuanshuang Divine Sword slammed together, and Yun Xiaoye immediately felt an unrivaled force surging towards the divine sword like a tide, and his body shook violently, and the essence and blood in his body rolled.

But he didn't let go of the short stick, and urged Zhenyuan with all his strength to compete with the divine sword, but the power of the divine sword was too strong, and he changed from one-handed to two-handed holding of the stick, even so, the huge power was still pressed down little by little. 【For more exciting, please visit】

"Poof......

Yun Xiaoxie spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and the ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, and his legs had sunk deep into the ground, almost to his knees.

Above the air, Han Xuemei stood levitating, holding the sword technique tightly with both hands, and slowly pressed it down, revealing a smug smile on her beautiful and moving face.

The horror of the demons in the heart can be seen.

Yun Xiaoye secretly complained in his heart, could it be that he had come over with strong winds and waves, could it be that he had to capsize in the gutter? If he goes on like this, not to mention defeating the heart demon to participate in the second round of the heart demon fantasy war, he is not good at his own deeds, not to mention, he is afraid that his life will be in danger.

He felt that the pressure on his arms was getting stronger and stronger, his body was pressing down little by little, and he could already hear the smiles of Yang Zhaodi, Song Yourong, and Li Ziye who were watching the battle around him.

"Han Xuemei's cultivation in the Flying Sword Realm is too high, I can't beat it at all, let alone the three of them present, how can I defeat the heart demon?"

Yun Xiaoxie's brain teaser was in a hurry, and suddenly, just when he was about to lose his hold, his eyes lit up, and he muttered: "These people are all conjured up by my heart demons, and they will only appear if I say their names, it seems that I can only try this method boldly......"

Thinking of this, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Senior Sister Han, your cultivation is only the first layer of the Tuna realm! You can't defeat me!"

"Bang!"

The dazzling white light that had the upper hand was suddenly broken by the blue light, and the blue light pierced through the white light with a pop, and struck in the direction of Han Xuemei above.

Han Xuemei's face changed greatly, she was directly swept by the blue light, she exclaimed, she couldn't dodge, her body fell heavily into the lake not far away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yang Zhaodi, Song Yourong, and Li Ziye changed their faces at the same time, revealing a look of shock.

Yun Xiaoye slowly pulled out of the cracked earth, laughed, and shouted, "I am the master of my inner demon!"

Yang Zhaodi shouted angrily and shouted, "Okay, you Yun Xiaoxie, I didn't expect you to figure this out!"

Yun Xiaoye wiped the essence and blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the three beautiful fairies who came slowly under the moonlight, and grinned: "Who made me smart......!

Yang Zhaodi's face gradually calmed down, and she stood in front of Yun Xiaoxiao with Li Ziye and Song Yourong.

She said lightly: "Even if you can lower our cultivation, but at most, we can only reduce it to the fifth layer of the Imperial Sword Realm, do you think you can beat three Imperial Sword Realm cultivators alone?"

Yun Xiaoxie's expression was stunned, and he said loudly: "No, I'll try, Yang Zhaodi, Song Yourong, Li Ziye, the three of you are ordinary mortals who don't know how to cultivate true thaumaturgy!"

As if reflecting his words, the three of them slowly drew out the fairy sword magic weapon.

The Ice Heart Strange Flower, the Green Spirit Sword, and the Yin Yang Mother Sword slowly floated out, and sure enough, there was still a cultivation of the fifth-layer Imperial Sword Realm.

"Damn!"

Yun Xiaoye scolded in his heart, and slowly took a few steps back, but he was not too afraid, in the early stage of his Jindan realm, it should still be possible to deal with the three cultivators of the Sky Realm.

However, the demon will never talk about any morality with him alone.

Seeing that the three magic weapons were shining at the same time, Yun Xiaoye hurriedly waved the nameless short stick and shouted, and the three sword magic weapons were quickly shocked and flew out.

In the blink of an eye, the three sword magic weapons that were shocked and flew were shot in the air again, especially the Ice Heart Strange Flower that emitted a soft white light, Yun Xiaoyi and Han Xuemei had already suffered a lot of injuries when they fought, and at this moment, facing the three of them alone, they were immediately overstretched, and they were almost shot by the Yin Yang Zimu Sword controlled by Li Ziye several times.

"Won't the tiger threaten you to be my sick cat?"

Yun Xiaoxiao rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment, his heart was furious, and he shouted: "Eight Desolations ** Stick Method First Style! Phantom!"

"Whoosh......"

"Whoosh ......"

Countless gray stick shadows were immediately released from the nameless short sticks, and the faces of the three women changed slightly, and they hurriedly retreated.

"Points!"

Li Ziye snorted coldly, held the Yin Yang Zimu Sword that flew back, and as soon as her hands were closed, the divine sword that Shangguan Yundun gave her was immediately divided into two, she held the sword in both hands, and quickly drew several Tai Chi patterns in front of her.

It is the authentic thaumaturgy of the Shushan Sect Yin and Yang Qiankun Dao!

On the other side, in the face of the countless stick shadows that hit the sky, the blue light of the Qingling Sword in Song Yourong's hand flickered, and several walls of light were arranged in front of her in a row, but now she is cultivating to the realm of the fifth-layer control sword, and the light curtain is far less profound than the real Song Yourong condensed by Yun Xiaoyi is acquaintance.

Yang Zhaodi was in the middle of the three of them, her fingertips were drawn, and the light of the ice heart was flickering, and the soft white light formed a rather large soft white giant egg, which firmly wrapped her in it.

"Bang ......"

"Bang ......"

Countless stick shadows hit the defensive enchantment laid by the three women, but the three of them cultivated to a big fall, one eliminated the other, Rao is three people joined forces, and in the face of the ancient Eight Desolations ** stick method, they still couldn't resist.

The shadow of the stick in the sky is like countless gray torrents, covering the moonlight and stars, the wind is howling around, the sand is flying stones, and the calm lake not far away is flooded with layers of giant wolves, and the whole world seems to tremble.

The first thing that couldn't hold it was Song Yourong, who had the lowest cultivation among the three, and the several cyan light walls she had laid were stirred up by countless stick shadows in a moment, and after the cyan light curtain was broken, she could only hold the Qingling Sword while retreating and wielding the fairy sword to resist, which was quite blue.

Yang Zhaodi and Li Ziye didn't last long, Yun Xiaoxie's cultivation was far better than in the past, and the power of this phantom was even greater, when the last wave of the stick shadow roared down, the soft white light that shrouded Yang Zhaodi's body shattered, and the Ice Heart Strange Flower also lost its radiance.

In front of Li Ziye, the Pisces Taiji pattern laid out with the authentic Shu Mountain Yin and Yang Qiankun Dao also began to disintegrate and weaken.

"Ahh

"Ahh

With two exclamations, Li Ziye and Yang Zhaodi retreated one after another, and even retreated into the cold lake.

Seeing this, Yun Xiaoxie's smug face was even more undisguised, holding the nameless short stick and galloping up, and smashed it at Yang Zhaodi, who was standing on the edge of the lake.

Yang Zhaodi's face changed slightly, her body twisted and dodged to the side, Yun Xiaoxiao hit the lake with a stick, and the waves in the sky suddenly hung upside down, washing Yang Zhaodi down.

She was wearing only shorts and belly pockets at the moment, wet all over, clinging to her skin, revealing her delicate and graceful curves.

Yun Xiaoxie's favorite thing to do is to beat the water dog, and at this moment, he was suddenly stunned, his face turned red again, and he subconsciously stopped the offensive.

Yang Zhaodi is transformed by the demon in her heart, and she is pervasive, how can she not see the subtle changes of Yun Xiaoxie?

She got up from the water, smiled winkfully, and giggled, "It seems that there is a killer idea!"

Yun Xiaoxie was slightly shocked in his heart, and secretly guarded, thinking that these three women had some killer features.

At this moment, Han Xuemei, who had disappeared from the water by him before, slowly walked out of the lake, and at this moment her goose-yellow belly pocket had already disappeared, and her upper body was naked, just wearing ** naked shorts. Snow-white skin, wet hair, and water droplets slowly sliding down her skin, this beauty who has just come out of the bath is really beautiful and thrilling.

Yun Xiaoye glanced at it and saw that the twin peaks were strong, especially this person was still exactly the same as Han Xuemei, the strange warm current in his body was surging rapidly, and even the little evil below was a little restless.

Yun Xiaoxiao is fifteen years old, he is a man, by no means a monk, nor a eunuch.

To put it bluntly, he wants to sleep with women.

When he looked around, the other women he saw, especially after seeing Song Yourong's plump figure, he immediately swallowed his saliva, and two red nosebleeds slowly flowed out.