Qingcheng Mountain Range, the mountains are continuous, there are disciples in the daily sword, today's fairy sword conference is imminent, most of the disciples have gone to the main peak, so that there are very few people left, and Qi Tianfeng is one of them, it is located in the middle of nowhere, although it is listed as the land of Qingcheng, but few disciples stay here.

On the top of the mountain, Yuan Qi was dressed in rags, his face was pale, he fled all night, his body was covered with mud and blood, he was very tired, he crossed his knees, worked hard to run his mind, swallowed the aura, and after a long time, his face returned to its previous ruddy color.

Thinking back to the situation last night, Yuan Qi had too many questions, why did the Demon Sect target him so much? Why was the sacrificial voice useless to others, but it could have such a great effect on him? And Ning Tu's murderous face, as if he hated himself, why was this!

Yuan Qi reached into his arms and took out a package, and the strange seed from last night was placed in front of him.

"This is..."Yuan Qi was surprised, where is this seed, it is clearly a black stone, with dense patterns engraved on it! It is completely different from the situation of being suspended in the air at night.

Yuan Qi observed carefully, suddenly, his mind moved, slowly stretched out his hand, and tentatively injected his spiritual power into it, as a result, the stone reacted in an instant, trembling violently, as more spiritual power was injected, it began to change, the lines on the stone surface fell and wriggled, Yuan Qi turned over and observed, but did not find at all, two evil lights appeared on the side that was away from him, as if it was two eyes.

"Ahh

"Hehe!" A strange laugh came out, and a grimace appeared on the surface of the demon seed, and two bloody rays of light shot out of his eyes, and he immediately drilled into Yuan Qi's heavenly spirit.

"Ahh

"Come out, come out!" Yuan Qi hugged his head vigorously, wanting to control his reason, the aura of his body was stimulated, countless stones on Qi Tian Peak fell, and the strength of the Yuqing realm was unobstructed.

At the beginning, bursts of roars resounded in the mountains, and gradually, the roars became weaker and weaker, and the white mist-like aura was replaced by blood, and quickly converged in Yuan Qi's body.

"Hehe!" A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Yuan Qi's mouth, his red eyes revealed a strong murderous intent, and he jumped and disappeared into the mountains, while the dustless sword on the ground was still lying there quietly, as if he didn't know its owner, without any sound.

Qingcheng Main Peak, Wan Ting and the others frowned, after the end of the game yesterday, they went to the vicinity of the Sword Pavilion to look for a long time, but they still didn't find Yuan Qi, and they couldn't help but be more worried in their hearts.

"Senior Sister Ting, don't worry!Senior Brother Yuan just has a knot in his heart, it will be fine after a while!" Wan Qian patted Wan Ting's shoulder and comforted, "Next game, I'm going to play!"

Wan Ting nodded: "Senior brother, come on!"

"It's you who should come on, tomorrow you have to face Ouyang Shaohua, he is not an ordinary person!" Wan Qian said solemnly.

"The first game of the finals, Wan Qian vs. Zhuo Feng!" Cang Song's voice came out, and countless disciples in the audience cheered at Wan Qian, among which the eyes of several female disciples were even more brilliant. In contrast, Zhuo Feng's voice on the field was significantly quieter, this was a tall man, not handsome, the kind of character that no one would notice when placed in the crowd. He looked at the audience awkwardly, and politely made a gesture of invitation to Wan Qian.

"Senior Brother Wan, please advise!"

"Senior Brother Zhuo, you come first!" Wan Qian replied.

"That's granted!" Zhuo Feng didn't shirk, pulled out a long sword, and unleashed the Yunxiao Nine Style.

Wan Qian also held a long sword and greeted him.

Cang Song nodded with satisfaction, Zhuo Feng is his personal disciple, ranking in the top few, although he is not as good as Shaohua Moli, but he is definitely not weak. In the face of Wan Qian, who is old in moves and agile in his movements, he is still at ease when he disassembles it, but as time goes by, beads of sweat appear on Zhuo Feng's forehead, Wan Qian's moves are dense, and they are also Yunxiao Nine Styles, but it is obvious that Wan Qian has evolved deeper, and the continuous sword moves can only make him tired of parrying, and if he continues like this, failure is a matter of time.

After a short hesitation, Zhuo Feng's sword light turned and attacked the lower plate, wanting to take it by surprise, but it seemed to be expected by Wan Qian, he shook violently, and slapped out with a palm, Zhuo Feng felt a huge force coming, and he flew off the stage with a sword.

"Senior Brother Wan!" the disciples in the audience cheered again.

However, Wan Qing and the other elders frowned, looking at the void as if they were aware of it, and Cang Song even lowered everyone's voices.

Although Zhuo Feng was helped up, his long sword was still hovering in the air, and if he looked closely, there was a blood light that permeated around the sword body, holding up the long sword, which made people feel bad.

Suddenly, the long sword turned around and stabbed at Wan Qian at an extremely fast speed. Wan Qian frowned, put the sword in his chest, and used his skills to forcibly collapse the long sword and let it be inserted in the ring.

And at this moment, a figure fell from the sky, it was a young man with a cloak of hair, his clothes were covered with mud and blood, in the messy hair, you could see a pair of eyes full of blood, staring at Wan Qian coldly, I saw him slowly stretch out a muddy palm, five fingers together, holding the long sword.

"Senior Brother Yuan!" Wan Ting exclaimed, and Mo Li, Wan Ling and the others below were also extremely shocked, Yuan Qi, who they had been looking for, actually appeared here!

However, no matter how they shouted, Yuan Qi didn't seem to notice it, and still looked at Wan Qian on the stage.

"Senior Brother Yuan!" Wan Qian's face changed and changed, the right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but look at the long sword in his hand again.

"Pap~Pap~" The long sword was broken, which made people feel shocked, the simple sword just now had such great power.

"Into the Devil!" These are the two words that come to everyone's mind, and some Qingcheng elders wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were all stopped by Wan Qing.

"Young people's affairs, let them solve it by themselves first!" Wan Qing said lightly, he felt the breath of the Soul Devouring Ding on Yuan Qi's body, and he was pondering it carefully at the moment.

"Senior Brother Yuan, wake up!" Wan Qian shouted, and in the audience, Wan Ting was also very worried, and Mo Li cried again and again.

Yuan stood up and shook, and this shout made him seem to struggle for a moment, but the long sword in his hand still did not stop, and he shot out the sword qi and rushed towards Wan Qian.

At this moment, the head Wan Qing held up his right palm, and another long sword rose into the air and flew towards Wan Qian.

Wan Qian put down the broken sword, jumped forward, held the long sword, and looked at the sword flower attacking in the air, his face was complicated, but he still met it.

"Brother Yuan, what's wrong with you!" Mo Li asked anxiously.

"It should be a demon!" Ouyang Shaohua stood aside and comforted, "Ling'er, don't worry, I believe that the head of the sect will definitely have a way!" Looking at Yuan Qi's methods, Ouyang Shaohua was secretly surprised, it had only been more than a year, and his cultivation was actually comparable to Wan Qian.

The sword aura in the ring was soaring, and the two figures fought as best they could, unlike the previous duel, this place was full of killing intent, Yuan Qi's method was agile, and the sword technique in his hand was even more varied, and layers of sword waves rose and rolled towards Wan Qian.

Wan Qian had already regained his composure, his eyes were fanatical, as if he had met an opponent he had been looking forward to for a long time, his sword was horizontal, and the rolling aura was injected into the sword, and he stabbed a sword violently in front of him, directly taking Yuan Qi.

Yuan Qi leaped forward, rolled in the air, dodged the sword qi, he was in the air, the killing intent in his eyes remained unchanged, like an arrow, carrying the previous sword wave, rushing over. In an instant, the two men were once again entangled together.

"I didn't expect Tuke's disciple to be so strong that he could be on par with Wan Qian!" Cang Song stood under Wan Qing and sighed softly.

Wan Qing's face was solemn, although he was watching this duel, he was more concerned about the Soul Devouring Ding aura on Yuan Qi's body, and when he heard it, he said: "This son's comprehension is high, it is not easy for him to evolve the ups and downs to a level at his age, but the reason why he has been able to persist until now is because the demonic nature has improved his skills!"

"Demonic power?" Master Puguang wondered.

"The reason why the devil is called a demon is because it does not respect the law, does not abide by the way, and can confuse people's hearts, and the most terrible thing is that the devil does not speak, does not speak, and lives by killing, which is not tolerated by the world. In addition, the power brought by the demonic nature should not be underestimated, and it can often raise the limit of the demon's own strength!" Wan Qing explained.

"And such a statement, it is really unheard of!" said Master Puguang.

Wan Qing nodded: "Yes, speaking of which, this is somewhat similar to the Fallen Immortal Realm in my Qingcheng, but there is still a big difference between the two!"

In the field, Yuan raised his hand to pinch the sword duel, several layers of sword waves rose, and they became one, he stared at Wan Qian to death, and his blood rushed into the sky, stabbing out violently.

Wan Qian's face was solemn, his legs were together, the sword was guiding the sky, and the whole person turned into a heavenly sword and met the blow.

"This heavenly sword duel, I don't know if I can take it!" Cang Song said.

The situation in the ring is tense, and two long swords collide together!

"Bang~~~~~Bang~~~~" broke in unison.

Yuan Qi stepped back, and at the same time put his fingers together, his blood and qi condensed, and pointed out with his backhand, and at the tips of those fingertips, a faint fingerprint appeared.

"It's too empty! Tuke actually passed this trick on to him!" Cang Song said in shock.

Wan Qian sideways to dodge, he put his fingers together, and after a short period of condensation, a white fingerprint appeared, which was also a Taixu fingerprint, and he went up towards Yuan.

Yuan Qi couldn't dodge, muffled, and took this finger, and the whole person was shocked and retreated, but he clenched his fists and forcibly stabilized his figure, and in the blood-colored eyes, the killing intent was even stronger.

"Master!" The faces of the disciples in the audience changed greatly, because although Yuan Qi's Taixu fingerprint was avoided by Wan Qian, its speed did not decrease, and its momentum was like a rainbow, and he actually flew towards Wan Qing.

I saw Wan Qing's fingers raised slightly, it was very wonderful, a sharp finger in the eyes of outsiders, it was actually caught by him so lightly, and the blood and qi did not disperse, just like an entity, just like an entity, just hanging quietly between his fingers.

"Huh!" Wan Qing's face changed slightly, and he felt that the aura in his body suddenly leaked out, and with it, the blood qi faded and dissipated in his fingertips.

Looking at Yuan Qi who was full of murderous intent in the field, Wan Qing obviously realized something, slowly stood up, and the next moment, he appeared in the middle of the two, and a wave of green qi rose all over his body, meeting the attack of the two.

"Master!" Wan Qian saw Wan Qing and hurriedly withdrew his palm power, only Yuan Qi's eyes did not reduce the murderous intent, and he violently urged the blood qi in front of him.

Wan Qing Qingguang protects his body, Yuan Qi's attack has no effect on him at all, after carefully observing this blood qi, as if he knows something, his body shook slightly, Yuan Qi spat blood from his mouth, and fell heavily in the ring.

"Master... Boss!!Mercy!" Wan Ting and the others thought that Wan Qing was going to take Yuan Qi's life, so they hurriedly spoke out to stop it.

Looking at Yuan Qi who was unconscious, Wan Qing put his fingers together, and the blue light on his body quickly converged to his fingertips, and then pointed into Yuan Qi's eyebrows.

"Ahh

"Master~~" A weak voice spat out from Yuan Qi's mouth, and his eyes finally returned to clarity.

"Hold on to the Yuan, follow me!" Wan Qing said lightly, "To the void spirit, to the subtlety." Strong name, for the avenue. The body of the Tao is natural. Trillion is one, the elephant emperor ...... first"

Yuan crossed his knees, silently recited this scripture in his mouth, his heart was even clearer, although he was still very weak, he still insisted on standing up, bowed to Wan Qing and said, "Thank you, master!"

Wan Qing nodded and glanced at Cang Song.

"Today's conference is here first, and the next finals are scheduled for tomorrow, so let's disperse the disciples!" Cang Song announced loudly.

Yuan got up and went to Wan Qian's side and said apologetically: "Senior Brother Wan, I'm sorry!"

"It's nothing! Senior Brother Yuan has such strength, and Senior Brother is also looking forward to the opportunity to fight with you with all his might!" Wan Qian didn't care about what happened just now, but was even more looking forward to this duel itself, he glanced at Wan Ting who was walking here, and reminded, "You should take a look at Senior Sister Wan Ting, she has suffered a lot in order to find you these days!"

When Yuan Qi heard this, he turned his head to Wan Ting and showed an apologetic look, and was about to say something, when a wave of tiredness suddenly came, and the whole person fell on Wan Qian's body at once.

"It's okay, he's just overdrawn his strength, carry him to the Shangqing Palace, I have my own way!" Wan Qing looked at Wan Ting, obviously aware of something.