In just a moment, it turned into a blood-colored giant as high as a hundred feet, the blood light was condensing, and the blood-colored giant stood in the sky and the earth, almost obscuring the entire sky.

Under that terrifying visual impact, Yiyun had no doubt that the blood-colored giant's punch would definitely be able to blast this forest sea into a sinkhole.

The blood pupils of the blood-colored giant stared at Yiyun deadly, and the killing intent in his eyes was so strong that he couldn't dissolve.

Time suddenly stood still, and waves of cyan light rippled around the clouds. The peachwood sword swung lightly in his hand, and the cyan waves that swirled around him suddenly drifted in all directions.

"Phantom Tree Haofa!" Yi Yunmeng's palms merged, and the peachwood sword was sandwiched between the palms of his hand, and under his roar, he slammed into the ground in front of him.

"Roar!" With a deafening loud bang, a huge phantom appeared in front of the Scarlet Giant in an instant.

A big tree in the sky, the appearance of the tree has been transformed into a human form, wrapped in green armor and thorns, and the tree man looks up to the sky and roars.

The hundred-foot-tall blood-colored giant looked ridiculously short in front of this tree man.

Yiyun knelt on the ground with a pale face, his face was dripping with sweat, looking at the illusion of the Heavenly Tree Man, the corners of his mouth grinned: "Look at Uncle Ben can't torture you." ”

"Haofa Tree Mountain, slash!"

The tree man roared in the sky, lifted his right leg the size of a giant peak, and stomped the Scarlet Giant.

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering sound of destroying miè, the blood-colored giant dissipated abruptly in the loud noise, and the huge whirlwind force controlled zhì, making Yiyun's face pale, "poof!" spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the vitality that overflowed around his body dissipated without breath.

"Huh"

The conjured tree man also shattered in the fluctuations and disappeared without a trace.

Time passed quietly, and Yiyun's face was pale, his brows furrowed, and he was exhausted from the exhaustion he had just exerted.

Standing up with his sword, Yiyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The sword pointed at the sky and grinned: "Ha, what other ghost tricks are there, hurry up, don't say that Lao Tzu didn't give you a chance." ”

"Whew!"

Not far from Yiyun, a gray sword light floated in the air, flashing with dazzling light.

The dazzling light pierced into Yiyun's eyes, causing him to be in a trance for a while, and this sword light actually made his vision blurred.

"Boy, do you know how to use a sword?" a cold voice sounded.

In a blur, Yoshiyun saw a looming sword levitating in mid-air. The sword was surrounded by a stream of sword light, spinning back and forth.

"Joke, who doesn't know how to use a sword?" Yiyun held the peachwood sword, pulled a few sword flowers in a chic manner, and glanced at the sword with arrogance.

"What a waste material, holding a broken sword indiscriminately, slashing and chopping, dare to say that you can use a sword?

"Eh" Yiyun was stunned. He opened his mouth to say something, but under the momentum emanating from the sword, he could only scratch his head in embarrassment and remain silent.

Truly. In this day and age, there are fewer and fewer people who know swords.

Times are constantly changing, how much is left of the inheritance handed down by our ancestors?

"The sword is a sharp weapon. Only those who use the sword to kill. I don't know the sword!" the voice was still cold.

Just a random person, holding a sword, will stab. If you can sharpen, pick, and flirt, you can use a sword, so there will not be so few ancient swordsmen, not to mention the peerless swordsmen at the top of the sword.

"In fact, this seat does not understand the sword, the sword, the ancient holy products, the supreme and noble, the people and gods are worshipped. Boy, do you know who this seat is?" the voice was a little embarrassed.

"Yiyun is speechless, you are a special snake spirit disease, right? You haven't seen a single figure, how can Lao Tzu guess?

"This Sword Demon!" there was a hint of pride in his cold voice.

The suspended sword light was restrained and appeared in Yiyun's eyes.

It was a wooden sword, and the hilt of the sword had decayed.

But the endless edge of this sword pierced his skin.

"Wole a groove, Sword Demon-Murong Nantian?" Yiyun was shocked and lost his voice.

"Hmph, Murong also deserves to be called a sword demon?" exuded endless anger in his cold tone, as if some existence in his heart had been blasphemed.

Suddenly, the decaying wooden sword that was standing in the air suddenly had a ghostly glow, shooting out endless sword light, and the sharp and incomparable sword qi was everywhere.

Yiyun Wolf dodged unbearably, and his heart was extremely resentful:, isn't this snake spirit disease Murong Nantian?

Nima, Murong Nantian is known as the Sword Demon, who doesn't know it? What kind of snake spirit disease do you have?

"Hey, hey, hey, everyone knows that Dugu is a sword demon, but he forgets that this seat itself is a sword demon, ho ho ho

The entire Lin Hai was shaken by his laughter, and cracks crisscrossed the space.

"Wu Na monster, Murong Nantian's sword demon title is respected by the world, and you call yourself a sword demon, but who knows it?" Yiyun sensed the abnormality of the space, and hurriedly spoke, first pacify this sword demon, don't catch the demon, but be killed by the laughter of this monster, it will be too cost-effective.

Sword Demon, isn't it just a title, can you use it like this?

"Hmph! Without the guidance of this seat, what kind of swordsman is he Murong? He is actually called a sword demon, which is really a joke. The sword demon stopped laughing, but the dissatisfaction in his tone made Yiyun speechless for a while.

"Murong Nantian only wants to be defeated in this life! What is wrong with giving him the title of Sword Demon given by the world? And you said that you pointed out Murong Nantian, if this is the case, you must be more powerful than him, why Murong Nantian can't get it in this life? Cut! You guys don't brag about drafts?" Yiyun craned his neck and looked directly at the Sword Demon.

"Hmph, what do you kid know" Although the sword demon lowered his voice, his tone was full of unwillingness.

"Boy, I really don't understand what grievances you have, but Murong Nantian is known as a sword demon, which is indeed good. Once you ask for a defeat, this supreme lonely realm is for me and other cultivators to stop looking up. Yiyun seemed to see the supreme style of the sword before Murong Nantian, and his eyes surged with infinite admiration and incomparable longing for the future.

The sword demon was silent.

After a long time, Yiyun came to his senses and smiled at the Sword Demon: "Are you dissatisfied with Murong Nantian's claim to be a Sword Demon?" Then let's take a look at why Murong Nantian only wants to be defeated, how about it?"

"How?" the Sword Demon seemed to think for a long time and responded in a low voice.

"Just look at it. ”

Yiyun smiled slightly, took out the streamer, his hands glowed with white shimmer, and the vitality continued to enter the streamer, and the mirror suddenly shone brightly, and a milky white pillar of light shot out of the streamer and hit the rotten wooden sword of the sword demon body.

A burst of white light scattered, encompassing Yiyun and the Sword Demon, forming a milky white film of light (to be continued......