In the air, Situ Wuzai held the magic sword with dead qi around his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked down at the ground.

The glittering armor set him off like a god.

Rumble.

At this moment, as soon as he raised his hand, he slashed out a sword light containing a violent momentum towards the group of cultivators, the space was torn, the mist rolled, and a lifeless black dragon suddenly rushed out, only poking out its head, falling to the ground like a howling wind.

"Situ Wujiao, look at the sword!" The group of cultivators was frightened and retreated one after another, but Nangong Mo was fearless, suddenly pulled out the matching sword, and flew towards the black dragon.

Click.

Nangong Mo slashed away with a sword, and in front of him, a tiger roar suddenly sounded, and he saw an ancient fierce tiger running out of the void and fighting fiercely with the black dragon.

This area was completely enveloped by the sound of dragons and tigers.

You know, in ancient times, there was a legend of the fierce tiger killing!

At this moment, the dragon is fighting, and the fierce tiger is not afraid to fight in the process, constantly striking the black dragon.

"Roar!" An earth-shattering roar came from the mouth of the white tiger, and the group cultivators covered their ears one after another, but they were still bleeding from the shock.

The black dragon rolled in the mist, already wrangling the white tiger's head, and the dragon's groans echoed in all directions, and the rocky cave collapsed, and the ground cracked into deep cracks.

......

"Situ Wu is famous for shaking the Cold Wind City, Nangong Mo is known as the first day of the Daoist Sect's outer gate, and now they are dueling, which is really shocking. Chen Xiang gasped and sighed.

In the Northern Regions, I don't know how many Tianjiao are dormant, but those who can fight with Situ Wujiao are rare and less than five fingers, but Nangong Mo, who is also famous for the outer gate of the Dao Sect, is not inferior to Situ Wujiao in any way for his legendary experience.

Among them, especially the young master Situ Wuqi in the City Lord's Mansion and Tianjiao Nangong Mo, a disciple of the outer sect of the Taoist Sect, had the highest voice, and the majority of monks all hoped that the two would be separated.

Situ Wuzai is rumored to be the reincarnation of the sword demon in ancient times, since he was born, he has no disease and no disaster, and he has been favored by God.

Since Nangong Mo broke his fate, he has awakened the secret technique of bloodline, and has an invincible god body for an era.

Thundered.

In mid-air, the black dragon's momentum converged, and its head almost collapsed under the killing of the white tiger.

"Ahem......" Situ Wuqi felt a dullness in his chest, and suffered from the black dragon's backlash.

The white tiger wailed endlessly, and it struggled in pain under the strangulation of the black dragon.

Eventually, the two ancient beasts dissolved into nothingness and vanished in the air.

The ground was a mess, and the group of cultivators were dead, scattered all around.

"Situ Wujiao, today is either you die or I die, where to escape!" Nangong Mo grinned, wiping the corners of his mouth at this moment, his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, hurting Daoji.

Boom.

Suddenly, Situ Wuqi moved, and forced Nangong Mo with his sword.

"My body is not broken, even if I come to fight!" Nangong Mo smiled evilly, holding his sword sideways in front of him and said.

Situ Wuqi slashed out a sword in the air, and the sound of breaking through the air broke out, and the wind swept in all directions, shaking the mountains and rocks.

"We can't stay in this place any longer, we have to get out of here quickly, or we will be affected and our lives will be endangered. Chen Xiang hurriedly pulled Lin Ming's sleeve and said with a frightened expression.

Lin Ming's eyes were cold, he didn't want to leave just yet, you know, this is a contest between Tianjiao, looking at the wasteland, I'm afraid it's also an uncommon thing, Situ Wuzai and Nangong Mo's kendo attainments are very high, they can be called extremely perverted, they can observe their swordsmanship moves, in a trance, let Lin Ming have some understanding, he thinks that as long as he stays for a while, it is very likely that he will also realize the true meaning of swordsmanship, and create a swordsmanship that surpasses Situ Wuzai and Nangong Mo.

Chen Xiang said with a blank expression: "Oh my God, you shouldn't be scared stupid, right? The battlefield between Situ Wuqi and Nangong Mo is not something that ordinary monks can stay in!"

"Wait a little longer. Lin Ming stared into the distance, his enlightenment was at a critical moment, and if he was distracted at this time, he would inevitably fall short.

Chen Xiang was impatient and kept complaining beside him.

Lin Ming emptied himself and tried to perceive everything around him in the most calm state.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and forced himself to forget about the danger and appreciate the horrors of the darkness.

"Thinking from ......the heart" Lin Ming fell into a deep thought, he hoped to be able to successfully comprehend a true meaning, so that he could awaken the bloodline secret technique and make himself even stronger.

Chen Xiang was speechless, scratched his head in front of Lin Ming, and said incomprehensibly: "This guy is really worried, it's time for him to have the heart to enlighten." ”

Click.

After closing his eyes, all Lin Ming could see was darkness, as mysterious and deep as the depths of the universe.

Lin Ming's brows furrowed, he sensed that in the endless darkness, there seemed to be a true intention dormant and uncertain, making him unable to grasp it for a while.

"That's?" Lin Ming was suspicious in his heart, because in the endless darkness, the true meaning gave him an extremely strong feeling, as if he was familiar, but it was mysterious and profound, Lin Ming condensed a divine sense, flew towards the darkness, suddenly, the void trembled, and a crack appeared, which healed quickly after the divine consciousness entered.

Click.

Lin Ming found that his divine consciousness had cut off contact with him and could not perceive whether it existed.

"It's me who is too impulsive. Lin Ming sighed, it was too late to regret it now, all he could do was wait, hoping that there would be a turnaround.

Rumble.

The endless darkness suddenly began to tremble, and there was a harsh voice whistling, Lin Ming chuckled in his heart, the sound made him sound exceptionally familiar, he couldn't believe it, could it really be its return?

Finally, a blade slowly emerged from the darkness, emitting a blazing light.

"Sword Spirit!" Lin Ming's eyes widened instantly, unable to contain the excitement in his heart.

In the endless darkness, the blade began to tremble, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, as if something terrible was about to rush out.

Lin Ming knew that if nothing happened next, in this endless darkness, a complete sword body would emerge, and he gasped, and he couldn't wait to see the sword spirit in his heart.

Click.

The blade of the sword was trembling, and it was rising slowly, and it was difficult to spot the clues without paying close attention.

The darkness rolled, like countless dragons, entrenched in the void, releasing a terrifying aura, and the blade of the sword finally escaped from the darkness completely as time passed.

Lin Ming swallowed his saliva, he was extremely nervous at the moment, it was difficult to contain the emotions in his heart, he was too excited, he didn't expect to meet the sword spirit in this form.