Just as Haozhuang was about to make a move, a regretful voice suddenly sounded. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Xuan, who was originally concentrating on the enemy of Haozhuang, immediately let out a shout: "Who is it?"

As soon as his words fell, a man dressed in black immediately appeared in front of him: "It's me." ”

The man in black also held a sword in his hand, but it was only made of mortal iron, but when Haozhuang and the others noticed him, they couldn't help but put their eyes on his sword, as if it was a very dangerous treasure.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the people who rashly joined him in the duel with Haozhuang, a trace of murderous intent quietly appeared on Mo Xuan's face.

The person who came was just a saint's cultivation, but it gave Mo Xuan an extremely dangerous feeling, which made him can't help but stand upside down. It's like when he's a mortal, facing a killer who kills like hemp.

The man didn't speak, but quietly stared at Moxuan.

After a long time, Mo Xuan suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and when he was about to make a move, the man shook his breath, and then said, "It's a pity that a good sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in place.

Mo Xuan didn't recognize the person's identity, but Haozhuang had already recognized him.

This person was once the existence of Haozhuang's admiration, and he was a well-deserved king in the sword, known as the world's first sword demon, and he was alone and defeated.

Haozhuang slowly calmed down his heart, seeing that he was not ready to interfere in the duel between himself and Mo Xuan. He slowly calmed down his heart, but the majestic battle intent that quietly ignited could not be extinguished.

"Mo Xuan, today you and I will be completely finished!"

As soon as Haozhuang's words fell, he also stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and in the void, another golden long sword appeared.

It was the long sword that he turned into with the sword world he opened up by himself, and it was the comprehension of the sword of the martial saint Lin Daoru and Haozhuang.

"This sword, there is something interesting. ”

After retreating, Dugu sought defeat, but suddenly opened his mouth to praise. As soon as the words fell, a terrifying sword intent suddenly emerged from his body.

The bodies of the two new saints who were originally staying beside him immediately trembled uncontrollably, and then they took a step back in unison.

"How is this possible? How could the sword intent possess such great power!"

Just when the two saints were frightened, that Demon Xuan had already made a move towards Haozhuang.

New hatred and old hatred, old hatred, and unconsciously between the two have formed an undying grudge.

Haozhuang shot almost at the same time as Mo Xuan, the sword in his hand contained the power of a world, but the sword in Mo Xuan's hand was an innate treasure born in a big world.

The tips of the two swords collided together, and a terrifying aftermath suddenly went in all directions.

The primordial and Tongtian duo glanced at each other, and then they all shot out, and the Taishang and the others instantly included the beings in the heavenly realm into their sleeves.

Neither of them used all their strength in this sword, so naturally they never decided to win or lose. Hao Zhuang is good at swordsmanship, and after knowing that he can't win with strength, he immediately changed his way and adopted the routine of overcoming rigidity with softness, and began to slowly wear down the power of Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan's own strength is a saint's three grades, and the blood demon sword in his hand is also one point stronger than the sword in Haozhuang's hand. After tentatively fighting with Hao Zhuang, a hint of a victor's smile immediately appeared on his face.

For a long time, when facing Haozhuang, Haozhuang's strength was strong and he was weaker, and now Haozhuang's strength is not as good as him, and the sword in his hand is not as good as him, so why should Haozhuang fight with him?

Seeing Hao Zhuang use one exquisite sword technique after another, although Mo Xuan's figure was forced to be in a hurry, he was not panicked, and after a while, he snorted coldly.

"It's just a swordsmanship, but that's it, Haozhuang, do you think you can still win with swordsmanship?"

As soon as his words fell, he suddenly threw the sword in his hand towards the sky. The Blood Demon Sword turned into a blood-red abyss, enveloping Haozhuang and Demon Xuan.

The original itself was ever-changing, so fast that Mo Xuan could barely capture the traces with his naked eyes, and his movements slowed down in an instant.

"Hmph, in the abyss of the Blood Demon, see what else you can do to fight me. ”

As soon as Mo Xuan's words fell, a dark magic sword suddenly appeared on the earth of the Blood Demon Abyss.

"Haozhuang, suffer death!" a hint of hideousness appeared on Mo Xuan's face. His speed was strengthened by the Blood Demon Abyss many times, and when Haozhuang's speed decreased sharply, his body instantly filled the entire Blood Demon Abyss.

Obviously he was the only one, but Haozhuang seemed to have to face thousands of him.

"Your words are too much!" Just when Mo Xuan thought that the victory was in his hands, tens of thousands of figures merged into one, and stabbed straight towards the stunned Haozhuang.

Haozhuang slowly raised his hand, dodging Mo Xuan's sword at all.

The swords of the two stabbed each other's bodies almost at the same time, but just as Mo Xuan's face was shocked, Hao Zhuang pierced his demon heart with a sword.

"How is it possible, how can the Blood Demon Sword not hurt you!" Demon Xuan's face was full of shock, but Na Haozhuang shook his head and said, "The Blood Demon Sword may be able to be injured, but when you turn the Blood Demon Sword into the Blood Demon Abyss, you will already lose." Mere sword spirit, how can I break through my martial arts holy body?"

With a calm face, he slowly swung out the long sword that pierced into Mo Xuan's heart, and there was a hint of mockery in his voice.

As if he had thought of something, he immediately raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and the Blood Demon Abyss disappeared instantly, and then turned into the Blood Demon Sword again.

Mo Xuan brandished the Blood Demon Sword and slashed towards Haozhuang, but Haozhuang cut off his arm with a sword that was faster than him.

Hao Zhuang didn't pause at all, even though he continuously swung his sword and cut off Mo Xuan's other limbs, just as he was about to cut off Mo Xuan's head with a sword, a dark demon arm suddenly held the sword in Hao Zhuang's hand.

"Do you think that all this seat can rely on is a mere Blood Demon Sword?"

Just when Haozhuang thought that everything was about to end, the limbs that were originally cut off by Haozhuang in the Demon Xuan all grew back.

At this time, he was holding the sword in Haozhuang's hand tightly with one of the palms, and then slapped it towards Haozhuang's chest.

After a loud "boom", Mo Xuan's palm was like knocking on the hammer of Hong Zhong Dalu, and it instantly resounded throughout the entire Nantianmen.

Haozhuang didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, he violently used the mana in his body, and after instantly withdrawing the divine sword, he cut off Mo Xuan's head with another sword. (To be continued.) )