There was a look of appreciation in her eyes, Feng Jiu Niang's age didn't look very old, it was estimated that she was about 1,600 years old at most, but her comprehension of the imperial sword was extremely high, even if it was some elders, although her cultivation was very high, she might not be able to reach the level of Feng Jiu Niang.

This is the Imperial Sword Technique, it seems that it is consuming the special energy in the divine consciousness, Yuwen Zhouyuan thought in his heart, his eyes flashed, and he stared closely at the Imperial Sword Technique performed by Feng Jiu Niang, as if he wanted to memorize all of this in his mind.

Facing Feng Jiuniang's quick sword, Badalo's body exploded and retreated, and at the same time stretched out his hand to try to block the sword.

The armor on Badalo's arm spread, wrapping around the palm of his right hand, and he reached out with his right hand and grasped the sword.

As soon as Badalor grasped the tip of the sword, his face changed and became extremely ugly, and he quickly withdrew his hand, and his body quickly retreated.

"Click......" A crisp sound sounded, and the armor wrapped around his right hand was all shattered, and the palm of his hand was full of blood, and the forest was white and bone, looking extremely miserable.

Despite Badalo's amazing speed, he still couldn't shake off this sword, at this time he was extremely depressed, and when he first started fighting, he was scrambled by this long sword before he even approached, what a shame!

"The sword technique is indeed extraordinary, and there is even this trajectory method, which looks like the ultimate missile. Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes lit up and said.

"This is because her swordsmanship has not been fully practiced at home, otherwise, thousands of miles away, she can easily slash the head of the master, control the sword and fight with other masters. Yuwen Zhouyuan's side said a master at the peak of the late stage of the True Saint.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was slightly stunned, this method was somewhat similar to his divine consciousness power descending, and then fighting with others, the two seemed to have the same effect.

"The Demon King has descended. Badalor, who was chased by this sword, was on fire, he gritted his teeth, shouted, and the black air around his body was rolling, and in a blink of an eye, the phantom of a demon king condensed behind him, and this demon king was surging with momentum, as if he was the king of the world a long time ago.

Badalore slashed at the sword with his sword, the Demon King was exactly the same as his movements, and the powerful and domineering power made the space tremble. The space in front of him distorted and folded, as if it was about to transfer the long sword to another dimension.

The "Thorn La ......" space shattered, and the billowing black qi was split into two halves, and when it encountered the folded space, the speed of the long sword slowed down a lot, and the power contained in it was not as good as before.

At this moment, Badalore threw another punch, and the punch was incomparably powerful and domineering, as if it was going to crush everything.

Rumble!

The torrent of energy exploded, and a wave of strength burst out in all directions, the sword clanged, trembling slightly, and then went back, Feng Jiuniang's face turned pale, Badalore's fist was almost slashed off, and a long scar spread from his fist to his elbow, black and red blood gurgled out, and it looked so miserable and miserable.

"Three points of sword qi. ”

Feng Jiu Niang's hands swiped in the space, and the sword appeared on the top of Feng Jiu Niang's head in an instant, and as her hands continued to draw, the sword kept spinning, and it was divided into three in a blink of an eye.

"Go. ”

Feng Jiu Niangjiao shouted, and these three swords suddenly broke through the air, and each sword contained powerful power and sword intent.

"Buzzing ......" The three swords pierced through the void, and the space was resounding, as if it had opened up half of the three passages.

Seeing this scene, Badalore's eyes shrank, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, one sword was enough for him, and now there were three of them, and they didn't make people angry!

"The sword destroys the world. Slash!" Seeing that three swords with terrifying power were about to stab, he roared, and his hands clenched out of thin air, and a long broadsword appeared in his hand.

The long knife was huge, and Badalore grabbed the hilt with both hands and slashed towards the void, as if to cut through the void and block the path of the three swords.

Wherever the long knife passed, the space folded and was chaotic, as if some kind of fault had been formed.

Boom, boom, boom!

The three swords slammed into the attack, directly breaking through this broken thorn, stabbing over, the speed was amazing, this scene, Badalo didn't expect it at all, he thought he could block the opponent's sword, but he didn't expect the opponent's sword to be so violent, and even the space fault could break through.

Badalo's body was black, forming a black shield carved with ancient patterns, which looked very strong.

Three swords stabbed into the shield, and the shield trembled violently, and the blood in the chest of Badalore related to it surged.

A subtle voice emanated from the shield, and Badalore'......s face was normal, and he said secretly: "It's not good."

With a "bang", the black shield was completely shattered, and the three swords stabbed at him, and Badalor had no way to dodge at all.

"Poof, poof, poof......" Three blood holes appeared in Badalo's body, and the bubbling black and red blood continued to flow out, and there was also blood in his mouth.

As if they had completed their mission, the three swords turned into one and reappeared at Feng Jiuniang's feet, and her face turned even paler.

The attack power of the sword is strong, and the consumption is also large, and the emphasis is on killing the opponent as quickly as possible, if you can't eliminate the opponent in the shortest possible time, then you will have to be passive next.

"I didn't expect your attack power to be so strong, it's the first time I've encountered this type of attack, although I've been seriously injured, but I won't admit defeat, only the scaly people who died in battle, and there are no scaly horn people who take the initiative to admit defeat. Badalo stared at Feng Jiuniang and said word by word.

Although his body had been pierced with three large holes, and black and red blood was pouring out, he still stood upright, as if he was a monument that would never fall.

Badalo's words resonated with all the scaly people here, and there were more huge feelings in their hearts, only the scaly people who died in battle, and the scaly people who did not take the initiative to admit defeat, this sentence made everyone's hearts shake.

Although I admire you very much, and these words are also very backbone, but unfortunately we are always enemies, and I will not have any mercy, Yuwen Juyuan thought to himself.

"Kill. Badalor shouted, and the sound shook for nine days, rolling and resounding in this space, as if roaring out of the unwillingness in his heart.

Badalore held his big hand, and the long knife condensed by black energy appeared, stepping out, as if he had traveled through time, and suddenly came to Feng Jiuniang's body, and with a stroke of the long knife, this space was suddenly divided into two halves, and a horizontal ditch formed by a space was spreading forward, as if it was going to split Feng Jiuniang in half.

At this time, the sword under Feng Jiuniang's feet turned into a beam of light and disappeared in an instant.

"Poof......" Badalo's head flew up suddenly, black and red blood gushed like a spring, and the long knife in his hand dissipated, turning into black mist and dissipating into the air.

The sword flew back, and Badalo's head was suddenly taken away by Feng Jiuniang, and she stepped on the sword and returned to the place where the ten young masters of the Dragon Alliance were standing.

Feng Jiu Niang's sword not only cut off his head, but also cut off his soul, making him completely dead, although he lost his head, but his body still stood upright, as if he would never fall.

"Badalore is dead?"

"How is that possible? Is it really that powerful for the Terrans?"

"The attack is too powerful, and Badalore can't stop it at all. ”

Badalor's death caused an uproar among the scaly-horned people, and they talked about it one after another, and at this time, no one spoke: "Damn the human race, just kill Badalo, and even take his head." ”

"Damn, it's too arrogant, this thing is provoking us Scaly Horns. ”

"Terran, give us back Badalor's head, you don't even spare the corpses of the dead, it's a shame. ”

The surrounding scaly-horned people shouted one after another, their eyes flashed with anger, the spirit of Badalor just now resonated with them, now that Badalor is dead, they naturally can't let Feng Jiuniang take Badalo's head.

"Kill them, kill these people. ”

"Kill. ”

Many people's emotions were out of control, and they were all in a state of war, wanting to rush over and kill all Yuwen Zhouyuan and his party.

Yuwen Zhouyuan sat on the roof of the attic, looking at this scene lightly, as if he was an outsider, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, as long as these people dared to make a move, then he would have a reason to kill them all here.

"Calm down. At this time, the master at the peak of the late True Saint Peak who had a little contradiction with Yuwen Zhouyuan not long ago shouted, and the terrifying momentum on his body emanated, and this space seemed to be completely solidified.

Feeling this terrifying momentum, those Scaly Horn Clansmen who were angry in their hearts came to their senses one by one, their bodies trembled, and they naturally couldn't cope with the might of a True Saint Late Stage Peak Master.

At this time, the space slowly quieted down, and no one dared to speak.

"Have you forgotten the content of the agreement?" said the Scaly Horn Clan, a master at the peak of the late True Saint Stage, coldly, although the voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

After hearing this, these people lowered their heads one by one, as if they knew that they were wrong, they knew that if they made a move today, the other party would definitely kill them all, without the slightest scruples.

After seeing that everyone came to his senses, this master at the peak of the late stage of the True Saint of the Scaly Horn Clan set his eyes on Yuwen Zhouyuan and asked directly: "Dare to ask the Deputy Alliance Master of Yuwen, what do you mean by this? Forget about victory, why do you want to take Badalo's head away?"

This master at the peak of the late stage of the True Saint of the Scaly Horn Clan questioned again, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he was about to eat Yuwen Zhouyuan.

"What do you mean? Isn't it already obvious? I just took his head, I took it specifically, what's wrong? You want to stand up for Badalo?" said Yuwen Juyuan with a mocking smile.

"You Dragon Alliance masters have already defeated him, and now you have taken his head, don't you know how to respect the dead?" the master of the late stage of the True Saint of the Scaly Horn Clan asked again, his words were righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he was the embodiment of justice.