In the center of the sword market, thousands of zhang sword peaks are at the top.

The fierce mountain wind swept up black smoke-like dead air, hovering over Sword Peak.

Countless space debris swirled around the mountain like tiny sword rays, devouring anything that dared to approach the sword peak.

At the top of the lifeless Sword Peak, a blonde girl sat on a stone platform hundreds of zhang wide.

Her fingers were slender, and she grasped the heart that was still beating in her palm.

A trace of blood slowly sank into her slightly reddish lips in her heart as she breathed heavily.

As the blood inhaled, her bewitching cheeks became more and more radiant, and a pair of big eyes seemed to be dripping water.

After a few breaths, the beating heart in her palm withered and shriveled, turning into a cloud of pitch-black powder scattered in the wind.

Her fiery red robe was loosely draped over her soft delicate body, and the mountain breeze lifted the placket on her chest from time to time, flashing the snow-white richness.

Three humanoid demon beasts dressed in silver scale armor knelt on one knee respectfully, never daring to raise their eyes to look at any of the beautiful pictures in front of them

The girl's white fingers tapped one of the monsters.

The red lips that were not red opened slightly, and he exhaled like an orchid and said, "Has Yin Da ever found the root cause of the demon clan's mutation?"

The silver demon beast on the far left hand immediately lowered its head to the ground, and said respectfully: "Miss, there seems to be a kind of magic energy in this sword ruin, which can make my demon clan mutate, and the three of us are incompetent, and we haven't discovered the source of this magic energy!"

The girl's slender legs slowly stood up, revealing two jade-like slender feet under the fiery red robe.

She walked barefoot and came to the edge of the Sword Peak, forgetting to go down the mountain with a pair of big smart eyes.

After a long time, she had a hint of girlish naughtiness on her face, stretched out her white fingers, pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said: "The human race is really a waste, such a big sword sect dissipated overnight, I think my demon beast has dominated the world for tens of thousands of years, who dares to easily tiger whiskers, I thought there would be some fun things here, but unfortunately there are only some white bones, it is really disappointing, the funny thing is that some weak human races actually came here to explore the secrets, delusional to ascend to the sky in one step, how can cultivators be strong out of thin air without relying on their own efforts, but their hearts are excellent delicious!"

When the three silver demon beasts heard this, their faces were overjoyed, and they were called silver demon beasts by the girl and hurriedly said: "Since the young lady is a little tired, it is better to quickly turn back to the holy mountain of my demon clan, so that the old lady can rest assured."

The girl was just about to nod her head when she saw a demonic aura soaring into the distance.

The rich and pure demonic aura rose into the air like wolf smoke, which was particularly attractive in the dead air of the sword ruins.

The girl's eyes rolled slightly, and she pointed to the wolf-like demonic qi and said: "Yinda, where the demonic spirit is pure, I want to be the elite of my clan who is training here, why don't you take me to take a look, it's good to be in the Turning Holy Mountain!"

Yinda's face full of scales and armor was overjoyed, and he got up and said respectfully: "Since Miss has a life, how dare Yinda disobey, but afterwards, the eldest lady must abide by the agreement and wait with me to return to the mountain, otherwise the master will blame it, and we really can't afford to wait."

After speaking, the body of a silver scale armor turned into a silver python more than ten zhang long, and the head the size of a millstone fell low to the girl's feet.

The girl's jade feet were light, and her body fell elegantly on the head of the silver python.

The silver python raised its head, and a jet-black fishy aura erupted like a pillar.

The column of air exploded, discharging the spatial fragments that surrounded the sword peak, revealing a straight passage.

The two demon beasts on the top of the top also burst out with a sudden burst of coercion, each got up and suspended around the girl, and left the sword peak with the silver python in the center.

Judging from the coercion on their bodies, I am afraid that their cultivation is definitely not lower than the realm of Yuanying.

Three hundred miles below the Sword Peak, in a collapsed ruin, Ji Wuwu's long sword dripped blood.

Dozens of mutant demon beasts surrounded Ji Wuwu and attacked wildly.

The claws that broke through the air tore the air apart, and countless explosions caused the air to ripple like rain falling on a lotus pond.

Wang Dong and the other thirty foundation building monks stood behind Ji Wuwu, and the long sword that had long been broken was still full of sword energy.

Everyone fights the monster with a desperate determination to the death.

Flashing a few sharp claws that slid across his cheeks, the long sword in Ji Wuwu's hand was lightly raised.

A blue breeze drifted on the blood-stained sword,

The red lips under her silver mask whispered: "Eighteen Swords of the Breeze Kill Around the Neck"

In the ruins of dozens of zhang square, a silky sword aura flashed.

Dozens of demon beasts with hideous faces, their bodies were stunned, and they felt a slight chill on their necks, and dozens of human-faced heads flew up at the same time.

A gushing stream of blood gushed out among the ugly demon beasts, and after a few breaths, the corpse fell at Ji Wuwu's feet.

There were no cheers, only numb glances.

Wang Dong and the others quickly rummaged through the rubble, and carefully stored any broken items in the storage bag on their waists.

Ji Wuwu came to the center of the ruins, and used his calloused palm to smooth a dusty stone tablet, revealing the ancient characters carved by the axe and knife below.

The red lips under the silver mask whispered: "Nine Swords of the Heavenly Heavens."

Although the stele is damaged, the inscription is intact.

Ji Wuwu's eyes were full of light, and dozens of life-and-death battles finally yielded a harvest.

Just a hundred miles in front of Ji Wuwu, Wu Qianshu was also overjoyed.

He wandered alone in the ruins of the sword, full of magic skills.

With the help of the blood-colored smoke of the "Forgetfulness" Demon Skill, he had already devoured the blood of dozens of mutated demon beasts.

At this time, in a cloud of scarlet mist, the commander's blank fingers swept over the necks of several demon beasts with dull eyes and stiff bodies.

"Wave"

With a slight explosion, the head of the demon beast rolled to the ground, and the blood of several headless beasts surged wildly.

Wu Qianshu's face was red, his big mouth was slightly open, and a trace of blood was sucked into his abdomen by him in the body of the demon beast.

His face was intoxicated, his body trembled with excitement, and his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building was growing rapidly.

There seemed to be a domineering aura hidden in the demon blood that made him addicted.

His flesh and bones kept wriggling, and a slight layer of red hair grew on the surface of his white body.

And in the center of Jianfeng District, a few miles away, the flowers were like smoke and wind and clouds, and Xiao Changkong and the other three people were full of bitterness.

On a tall rock, hundreds of sword cultivators gathered on it.

A few feet below their feet, thousands of mutated demon beasts surrounded them.

The sound of sword qi and claws breaking through the air resounded in the sky, and from time to time there were terrible howls on both sides.

Scarlet blood stained the entire rock, and hundreds of sword cultivators' corpses were piled up under the rocks, torn apart and devoured by the demon beasts.

Looking at the sword cultivators who were struggling to support, Hua Ruyan sighed and said: "These fellow sects are all sword sect heritage, how can you and I cut off our own selfish thoughts here, although the avenue climbing is a word to earn, but we must not exchange the lives of our fellow disciples for the opportunity!"

Feng Chuyun looked up at the sword peak that was close at hand, and after a long time, he sighed and said: " Over the years, I have been obsessed with the inheritance in the Sword Peak, and seem to have forgotten that the inheritance of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect is also not weaker than others, why should I not be obsessed with it for many years, hehe, I am afraid that you and I are both dreaming of wanting to surpass that damn Lin Luochen, how much he has fallen, and you and I still dare not easily break through the Jindan realm, afraid that I will not be able to reach the height of him, and now I see the same door that died under the claws of the demon beast, but I understand a truth, you and I have done one wrong thing over the years, that is, to compete with him for luck, why don't I use ten years to do the height he can reach in a yearHe has fallen, then I will compete with him for longevity, ten years and a hundred years, when you and I reach the realm of Yuanying or even breaking the void, I think he will admire you and me if he has knowledge underground."

Xiao Changfeng was silent for a while, his face was radiant, and he said with a long laugh: "The bullshit inheritance actually mistook my Dao heart, it's good, and then I will use my life to compete with him to see who has the highest realm!"

The sword qi of the three of them soared, stopped the attack of the demon beast, and led the remaining sword cultivators to slowly retreat towards the periphery of the sword ruins.

In the wind, a map drawn by brocade was thrown into the air by the wind clouds.