Just after the hot summer, the weather was cold, the withered yellow leaves with Xiao Xiao's cold wind, have thrown themselves into the arms of Mother Earth, the line of sight through the sky and fallen leaves, the mountains in the distance seem to be much thinner, the branches are like bare-shouldered puppets, mechanically twisting their broad bodies, and the nearby grass and trees have become slightly yellow.

Suddenly, two black shadows swept by, and the wind bent the branches of the tree in an instant.

Not long after the two black shadows swept by, the big tree, which had just straightened up, was blown by a gust of wind, and suddenly, the sky was full of fallen leaves, dancing.

When the morning sun slowly climbed into the sky, the slightly rickety back finally stopped slowly.

In mid-air, the old man stood with his hands in his hands, exhaled lightly, looked at the mountains in his sight, the autumn wind blew through, rolling up pieces of fallen leaves, and the last yellow leaf was fixed on the old man's shoulder.

"Xiaoyou is really not simple, the strength in the early stage of concentrating can not only step into the air, but if it weren't for Xiaoyou deliberately slowing down, I'm afraid that the old man wouldn't even be able to see your back. The old man slowly raised his palm, removed the yellow leaf from his shoulder, and smiled.

"Hehe, if you want to fight, you can fight, and don't talk nonsense. The young man glanced at the old man's back contemptuously, and said indifferently.

With a long sigh, the old man slowly turned around, and immediately there was a pitch-black long sword in his palm, and the sword name was Black Devil.

Looking at the black devil in the palm of his hand, the old man's chest was filled with an inexplicable emotion, his palm flicked the sword body, and then he slowly raised his head, his eyes locked directly on the young man in front of him, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the young man's body, shooting on the latter's soul.

"Now you are the one who is strong, this breath is terrifying......" The mouth moved slightly, but the calm voice had a different meaning.

At the end of the long mountain, the clouds and mist were shrouded, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly, took a light breath of refreshing air, then opened them, and said lightly, "You only have one chance, I hope you don't let me down." ”

As the words fell, the young man twisted his neck and held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.

"A move?" Zhu Yaohuan sighed lightly, the young and fluttering voice seemed to hit the tip of his heart, and now the person in front of him, he felt very strange, but it was also very terrifying, but the voice couldn't be wrong, it was Huaxi.

Nodding slightly, Zhu Yaohuan's palm holding the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter, and after a while, the surging pale yellow true yuan suddenly surged from his body, and finally slowly poured into the pitch-black sword body, and the sword body shone with a breathtaking glow under the reflection of the sun.

Feeling the strong True Yuan rising from Zhu Yaohuan's body, a wisp of disdain flashed in the young man's eyes, this kind of Yuan Dan martial artist who has not yet been formed, it is really difficult for him to raise any interest, but if the original owner of this body is dealt with, it is absolutely impossible.

Slightly sideways, glancing at Sikong Lingyue, who was about to arrive behind him, the corners of the young man's mouth rose slightly, this battle, after all, there must be a witness, so he did not choose to expel him.

Raising the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand at will, a faint glow in his palm flashed, and the sword moved up,

Yaoyao pointed at Zhu Yaohuan and said lightly, "Come on, you only have one chance to make a move." ”

Zhu Yaohuan looked at the young man who didn't even seem to use the true yuan with a calm face, the corners of his eyes jumped slightly, in his perception, the young man's cultivation was still the same as just concentrating, but he was able to step into the air, indicating that the latter's cultivation was at least a half-step Xuanyuan, with his current strength, the true strength of the young man who couldn't see through it, could it be the middle of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, or even the late Xuanyuan period?

His face shook slightly, Zhu Yaohuan's face became more and more solemn, if anyone really treated the young man in front of him as a condensation realm, Wei Ning and Zhu Nian were bloody examples.

Exhaling lightly, Zhu Yaohuan nodded lightly at the young man, but at this moment, his body suddenly tightened, because not far away, Sikong Lingyue, who had a playful face, actually came.

Looking at Sikong Lingyue in the distance with a cold face, Zhu Yaohuan smiled coldly and said lightly, "Sikong Lingyue, you don't want to help him deal with me, do you?" ”

"Hehe, Zhu Yaohuan, you think too much, with your unpopular strength, I think Huaxi alone, you can't handle it. Sikong Ling Yuejiao said with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhu Yaohuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, in this battle, he didn't want to be interfered with by others, if he could, he really wanted to kill Hua Xi with his own hands, but the latter's strength was like a mountain, and it weighed heavily on him.

In today's battle, Zhu Yaohuan knows that he will definitely die.

The dry palm held the black devil tightly, Zhu Yaohuan slowly retracted his gaze, and after adjusting his breathing slightly, the soles of his feet stepped abruptly in the void, and his body turned into a black light, and rushed straight towards the smiling young man.

"Remnant Clouds!"

Halfway through, Zhu Yaohuan's face was solemn, his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, this martial art is the highest level martial art he has mastered so far, and his long-term cultivation has allowed him to cultivate this martial art to the point of perfection.

With the frenzied influx of the true yuan in the body into the black devil sword body, the pale yellow light completely enveloped the black devil in an instant, and in an instant, pale yellow sword shadows continued to emerge in the air, and a huge sword shadow rose into the sky, and finally suddenly smashed into the young man who was standing in place and did not move.

Feeling the sword shadow carrying a strong energy, the young man shook his head slightly, this level of martial arts, although it is barely able to achieve the release of the true yuan, the attack power is not bad, but its degree of condensation, and even the sword duel displayed by the Xuanyuan Sword is powerful.

However, this is also relatively speaking, after all, the quality of Zhu Yaohuan's true yuan is already extremely pure, if it is really Huaxi's confrontation, even if he uses the sword duel, he will definitely not be able to resist a breath, and because it is a martial art released by the true yuan, it generally locks the breath of the martial artist, so even if he uses the Qingqiu Phantom Fox Sword, it is definitely not an enemy.

Looking at the target that was close at hand, a touch of confusion flashed on Zhu Yaohuan's face, Sen smiled coldly, clenched his teeth, and shouted, "Since you don't resist, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless under the sword!"

The voice fell

, Zhu Yaohuan slowly raised his arm, the true yuan surged through the eight veins in his body, and the heaven and earth true yuan in the surrounding space suddenly surged to his side, and immediately after rapid refining, all of them were blessed on the sword shadow carrying fierce power.

With the re-infuse of Zhenyuan, Zhu Yaohuan believed that even if Hua Xi was a martial artist in the middle of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, it would be absolutely impossible to carry this sword shadow.

When the sword shadow was about to approach the top of his head, the young man twisted his neck, glanced at the increasingly powerful sword shadow with a slanted gaze, pursed his lips, and whispered in his heart, "Boy, look at it, Lao Tzu will give you a sword duel." ”

Hearing this, Hua Xi's pupils lit up suddenly, smiled wryly, and nodded yes.

The sword shadow was getting closer and closer, and when he was about to attack the boy, the boy's body finally moved.

The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, almost instantly, was covered with golden runes, and the filamentous Heaven and Earth True Yuan around him, in an instant, without any refining, all rushed to the sword body, and a momentum that Hua Xi had never seen before, like a awakened lion, suddenly burst out of his body.

Above the mountains and forests, the golden light flickered, with a sword intent that soared into the sky, surging up.

In this way, Sikong Lingyue, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly, and a touch of horror appeared on his pretty face, and he quickly retreated to a safe distance, exhaled lightly, feeling the sky-high sword intent, and actually lost his mind for a moment, and muttered to himself, "Is this the sword duel used by the Xuanyuan Sword, this kind of power, I'm afraid it has reached the Kunyuan triple level, right?"

Looking at the changes in the sword body, the young man nodded with satisfaction, and his heart was faintly spoken.

"Sword Dueling!"

Slowly raising his eyes, the corners of the young man's mouth raised a strange arc, the pupils of his eyes flashed with a ghostly light, the multicolored runes in the center of his eyebrows flashed with a strange color, and then it seemed to raise the Xuanyuan Sword in his right hand at will, gently slashing through the void, and a sword qi the size of Maimang suddenly shot towards the huge sword shadow from the place where the sword edged it, as fast as lightning.

Looking at the sword qi that was no more than the size of a needle, Hua Xi couldn't help but swallow lightly, took a few deep breaths, and said with some doubts, "Before... Senior, are you mistaken, that little sword qi can also be called a sword duel?"

Hua Xi in the bottom of his heart, looking at the two attacks that were almost different that day, it was really a little unimaginable, if it weren't for that trace of sword qi, flashing with dazzling golden light, he even doubted whether Bai Tu used martial arts, but now, it seems that it doesn't matter whether it is used or not, just that small sword qi, I am afraid that it can't be stopped even for a second.

"How does Lao Tzu know, anyway, I used it according to your memory, as for why such a change occurred, it should be related to strength, and if you look carefully, although that sword qi is small, the energy contained in it is even greater than that huge sword shadow. Bai Tu smashed his mouth, shook his head, and muttered in a low voice.

Hearing this, Hua Xi carefully felt the sword qi, and after a while, he found that although the sword qi was almost undetectable, it was even more so compared to the sword shadow that Zhu Yaohuan slashed out

It's a small thing, but the power it contains is enough to raze this mountain to the ground.

The golden sword qi came in a flash, and Zhu Yaohuan didn't even see the sword qi because his vision was blocked, and there was a thunderous collision sound in his ears.

As the violent sound resounded through the mountains and forests, it did not end, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal cutting through the glass, like the crackling sound of firecrackers, it sounded one after another.

"Bang!"

This state lasted for about three breaths, and suddenly, only a low voice was heard, and the huge sword shadow gradually showed signs of shattering.

Seeing this, Zhu Yaohuan was shocked, and violently raised the black demon, and the true yuan in his body surged out, all of which poured towards the sword shadow.

However, even so, the huge sword shadow did not get any closer to the young man, but in the collision with the golden sword qi, it gradually fell into the wind and was completely shattered, which was a matter of time.

And once the sword shadow is shattered, Zhu Yaohuan, who has lost most of the true yuan, has absolutely no possibility of resisting, and at that time, what awaits him will only be endless darkness.

However, since Zhu Yaohuan is here, he has no intention of going back alive, even if he does not die in the hands of Hua Xi, in this Heavenly Demon Mountain Range, where the mountains are high and dense, the tiger-eyed Sikong Lingyue in the distance will definitely be merciless and send him back to the west.

With a light breath, Zhu Yaohuan's wrinkled face suddenly became a little hideous and twisted, his dry fist slowly clenched, and then there was a pitch-black pill in his palm, and this pill, Hua Xi had also seen, the Demon Pill.

(End of chapter)

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