PS: Alas, Mu Yi went to bed at 12 o'clock last night, but I didn't expect to catch a cold and sleep until the afternoon before waking up, this chapter is really not ideal. When I have a cold, I feel like the strength of my whole body is being drained, and my waist and legs start to hurt.

The dark aura shrouded everyone's hearts with everyone's quiet steps, and as far as people could see, under the thick clouds, a black fog obscured the sky and the sun, and the thick fog broke through the clouds in an instant, and seemed to be blown by the wind, scattering in all directions.

The thick fog blew through the sky with the wind, and the surroundings were silent, but such a strange scene made people involuntarily nervous.

Yang Zhao broke all the prohibitions in the valley, and the Drunken Sword Immortal also looked at him with admiration, and then sent a secret message to everyone behind him, and then reached out to summon the giant sword in the wine gourd.

Hatred, unwillingness, anxiety, and fear are one of the most terrible barriers for cultivators, just like a cage, shrouded in people's hearts, and everyone knows that the great war is coming, and this fence that appears out of thin air will definitely be a bad mental barrier.

But when the darkness could be broken, everyone's Dao hearts became brighter and brighter, and they only felt a mighty righteous qi erupting from their chests and abdomen, and they wanted to scream at those demon Dao monks under the valley.

It was at this moment that the giant sword of the Drunken Sword Immortal moved, and the Kaiyang Sword with masculine aura, as if burning with the true fire of Kaiyang, burst out of the sky with a rain of fire, heading towards the demon monks under the valley.

The devouring waves rushed towards them, and the faces of those demon monks turned red, and in such a scene, they only saw their expressions of fear, and they never thought that the moment before it was quiet as smoke, and this moment would become the time of death.

Those masters who incarnated in the realm of the Yuan Infant Stage, like a madman yelling, had long lost the demonic bones of the past, Yang Zhao was far away, and he didn't hear their words clearly, but it felt like it was like making people flee.

It was also true that those low-level disciples of the Demon Dao had long been stunned, and they saw that their Imperial Sword began to fly towards the valley.

However, just as some of the Demon Dao monks were about to follow those who rose up with the sword to fly into the sky, someone shouted, "Come down, don't fly......"

Seeing this opportunity, Xuanliang, Cang Song and the others immediately ordered their disciples to kill those demon disciples who were still in mid-air.

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and under this loud sound, those Demon Dao disciples flying in the sky were like wingless birds, and they fell to the bottom of the valley under the bombardment of countless flying sword magic weapons.

However, some people were burned by the true fire of Kaiyang, turned into flying smoke and then disappeared.

When the demonic monks in the valley saw this, they immediately screamed, but the screams in the struggle were only in vain.

Under such circumstances, if those demonic monks did not have effective resistance, they would not be able to avoid the attacks of the righteous people at all.

The mountains were empty, and as far as the eye could see, there seemed to be nothing left except the burning of the true fire of Kaiyang.

"Hurry up, please Ancestor, hurry up Ancestor. ”

The valley was still burning, but the voice of the Ancestor was heard throughout everyone's hearts.

Everyone looked away, and sure enough, there was an old man with red eyes and white hair, surrounded by a group of people, towards the top of the valley.

From the fierce look in the old man's eyes, people seemed to feel a trace of fear and pressure in each other.

The man saw the rain of fire in the sky breaking through the clouds and bursting out from the Kaiyang Divine Sword, and immediately said angrily: "All the disciples listen to the order, you will follow me, and when I break his spell, I will come out again." ”

"Obey the decree of the ancestors. ”

Between the mountains and forests, a black fog burst out from the old man's body, heading towards the sword in the pot of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and the Drunken Sword Immortal suddenly came alertly.

The old man looked at the drunken sword immortal flying from the mountain and said, "Dao friendly means." ”

"Each other, each other. Drunken Sword Immortal sneered.

Both of them became extremely wary of each other, and then a round of scimitars appeared out of thin air, and a wave of heat made people's hearts and souls.

The heat wave greeted the knife, instantly invading the owner of the scimitar, but the scimitar was even more black mist, exuding a cool breath with the wind.

The cold and the heat wave intersect together, like a cold winter and a summer, the giant sword does not retreat, and the scimitar does not go.

"Dang!"

The Drunken Sword Immortal was in the air, and the sword qi was amazingly powerful with Gangyang's sword intent, and all of them hit the blade of the demonic qi scimitar, and the sound was deafening.

However, the scimitar was accompanied by a trace of demonic energy, revealing strange runes, resisting the blow of the Kaiyang Divine Sword.

At this moment, the sword flew sideways, the Kaiyang Divine Sword was shocked back, and the rune of the scimitar also disappeared.

The two of them stood on one side of each other, staring on guard.

Everyone couldn't help but marvel in their hearts, although they couldn't see how intense it was, they could still feel that if they were careless, they might die.

"Taixu Gate Open Yang Divine Sword, I don't know if you can be the Taixu Gate Drunken Sword Immortal. ”

"Yes, whether that scimitar of Daoyou is the wheel scimitar of the Moon Wheel Sect, I don't know who your surname is. ”

The silence of the moment was broken by the conversation between the two, and the vicious and ferocious old man of the Demon Dao withdrew his scimitar and said with a smile: "The poor Dao is Feng Yan, the right envoy of the Moon Wheel Sect. ”

The Drunken Sword Immortal sighed in his heart, but the movements in his fingers were as fast as he wanted.

I saw that his hand was raised slightly, and it was as fast as lightning and a little forward.

Suddenly, the red light suddenly rose, and the sharp sword qi, with a trace of masculine energy, slashed towards Feng Yan like a storm.

As soon as he came out, he was attacked, and it seemed that the Drunken Sword Immortal also knew that the opponent's strength was on par with him, so he could only strike first and overwhelm the opponent from the might.

Feng Yan was hard against hard, without a hint of dodging, and the original red sky suddenly became a little dark.

In the void sky, it was like a pool of blue water, rippling with ripples.

The scimitar was split in two in Feng Yan's secret words, and the void that was originally the bottleneck suddenly surging and churning, and several wisps of black light appeared from the two sword shadows, one scimitar accompanied the black light towards the Kaiyang Divine Sword, while the other came towards the Drunken Sword Immortal.

"Thorn!"

The change was hasty, even with the reaction speed of the Drunken Sword Immortal, he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to enlarge the wine gourd out of thin air, forming a barrier in the void, and the black mang's attack instantly collapsed.

When Yang Zhao and the others saw this scene, they immediately shouted that it was dangerous, but Feng Yan's face was extremely gloomy.

He never thought that the drunken sword immortal's wine gourd was also a defensive magic weapon, and he didn't expect that the final outcome would be a failure.

But this is no longer the time to look left and right and look at the rest, it was as soon as Feng Yan lost his mind, the giant sword of the drunken sword immortal rushed towards him in the heat wave and bypassed the scimitar.

In an instant, a terrifying spiritual pressure emerged from the void.

And the anger of the two scimitars also appeared out of thin air and surged wildly.

Feng Yan roared loudly, and the black mist burst out from the fierce aura of the scimitar seemed to turn into a powerful ghost, rolling towards the void, but the Kaiyang Divine Sword was full of battle intent, as if stepping through the void, it turned into an ancient divine bird, Vermilion Bird.

The ghost and the Suzaku fought each other, regardless of victory or defeat, but they didn't expect that the result was that no one could help anyone.