Both the righteous path cultivators and the demonic path people were stunned by the battle between the Drunken Sword Immortal and Feng Yan when they saw this scene.

The Kaiyang Sword and the Wheel Sword changed into each other in front of everyone's eyes, and the masculine fire of the Vermilion Bird and the dark mist of the ghosts were intertwined, quickly disappearing in front of everyone's eyes, and then appeared in the corner of the sky.

There was no panic in everyone's eyes, let alone exclamations, just because they all believed in their respective powerful monks.

With a bang, the Kaiyang Sword and the Wheel Knife separated each other in the sky, and the bodies of the Drunken Sword Immortal and Feng Yan were deeply shocked, and they began to slowly fall towards the valley, but the wind and clouds blew over the cliff, and both of them went down with the wind, just messing up their bodies, and did not cause much damage to each other.

The Drunken Sword Immortal held the Kaiyang Divine Sword, as if he was cutting a sword and drawing a sword, and pushed away the two scimitars in front of him.

And Feng Yan was eager to use his wheel scimitar to split the Drunken Sword Immortal in half, but when the Kaiyang Divine Sword formed the Yang aura of Vermilion Bird Fire, his expression actually began to panic.

The two then distanced themselves from each other.

The Drunken Sword Immortal looked at Feng Yan silently and said, "It's only been three thousand years since then, and the cultivation of the Demon Dao Scholar is really getting worse and worse. ”

I can't tell what this exclamation means, but for Feng Yan, this is a naked humiliation.

"Hmph, don't be a mouthful, this is just the beginning. ”

Feng Yan's voice was very weak, obviously he had just resisted the Vermilion Bird Fire of the Open Yang Divine Sword to make him a little exhausted, and the gap in cultivation between the two was becoming more and more obvious.

The Drunken Sword Immortal nodded, but didn't say anything.

Feng Yan was strong in his mind, and looked at the drunken sword immortal on the other side through the slender blade and said, "Today, I will let you see the subtlety of my wheel scimitar. ”

The Drunken Sword Immortal didn't look at him, but watched a cloud in the sky slowly drift away with the wind, and said, "Could it be that the subtlety of your wheel scimitar just now, this is still far away." ”

Feng Yan didn't expect Drunken Sword Immortal's answer to be like this, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, his cheeks shrouded in black fog seemed to be a little stiff, and he actually began to be ashamed and said, "Hmph, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless." ”

The Drunken Sword Immortal looked at Feng Yan and smiled and said, "Is there anything else to talk about between the righteous path and the demon path?"

When Feng Yan heard this, he immediately stopped talking, and then took a deep breath, his body appeared and disappeared in the void, like a ghost, and the black mist that shrouded him around him also spread out in all directions, and the wheel scimitar a few feet away in front of him merged into one, and let out a violent tremble, and then forcibly broke free from the Vermilion Bird fire that was wrapped around it, and returned to his body to be firmly grasped by his right hand.

Feng Yan's expression seemed to be a little steady, but after an instant, a hideous color appeared on his face again, and the moonlight-like wheel scimitar roared through the air with the wind, smashing into the body of the Drunken Sword Immortal like a thunderbolt.

A loud bang came into everyone's ears, and the silver light was dazzling, as if all the qiē in the valley were shrouded in silver light, leaving only half of the sky not wrapped in the dark silver light, and in the silver breath, several mysterious runes emerged, swirling and puffing, and then there was a pound of spiritual pressure falling from the sky.

People's breathing was suppressed by this terrifying spiritual pressure, and their expressions began to be a little short, only to see the earth collapse, as if everything shrouded in silver light began to crack.

All the people couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this qiē, their faces were full of fear, and the qiē in front of them seemed to be the end of the world.

Under the attack of this kind of supernatural power, basically no one can survive.

However, Feng Yan is still not so optimistic.

The moment his scimitar hit the Drunken Sword Immortal, he also clearly saw the mocking smile of the Drunken Sword Immortal, that gaze was still vivid, and the expression of the Drunken Sword Immortal was entangled in his heart.

That look is not for the desperate.

Although he was very confident in his secret method, his expression suddenly began to lose when he was in the merger period, and even if this person had touched the barrier of the Mahayana period.

Sure enough, suspense floated through everyone's minds, and an incredible scene also came to everyone's eyes.

The space distorted, and red light flashed from the dark silver light, which was the breath emitted by the Kaiyang Divine Sword.

When Feng Yan saw this, he also began to be a little shocked.

He never imagined that the Drunken Sword Immortal would be able to carry the formation formed by his wheel scimitar and break out of the formation.

At this moment, the abnormal change protruded, and the entire silver sky was suddenly surrounded by the red light formed by the Kaiyang Divine Sword, and after the Drunken Sword Immortal picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine, the Kaiyang Divine Sword seemed to also have spirituality and resonated with the wine gourd.

Feng Yan was shocked, but it was no longer his turn to think about anything at this time, so he could only re-inject the true yuan into the Wheel Scimitar that was still in the void.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the valley suddenly shook and uneasy, as if it was like an explosion, and all kinds of air currents also passed by.

Yang Zhao felt this powerful aura, and couldn't help but ask himself in his heart, could this be the scene of the battle between the powerful monks? When he raised his hand, everything in heaven and earth seemed to be about to disappear.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be violently shaken.

Circles of ripples diffused between the Kaiyang Sword and the Wheel Scimitar, and the sky at this moment was like being broken and calm, rippling with the waves, shocking people's souls.

"Kill"

Feng Yan shouted loudly, only to see his body tremble, and the wheel scimitar was suddenly divided into two, and then divided into several scimitars, the speed was extremely fast, like a meteor outside the sky, and rushed towards the drunken sword immortal.

The body of the Drunken Sword Immortal flashed slightly, and the Kaiyang Divine Sword volleyed into the air, and the next moment it was already in the formation of the Wheel Scimitar Knife.

This time the impact was shocking, and the two of them quickly retreated again.

The impact just now seemed to be evenly divided, but in fact, Feng Yan still fell behind, his face was iron-blue, and the qi and blood in his chest kept tumbling out.

And the drunken sword immortal was also very uncomfortable, but there was no fear on his face, he took a deep breath, and calmed down the tumbling qi and blood in his chest, and then drank loudly, and the Kaiyang Divine Sword made a clear sound like a sword, and suddenly a red light appeared, and several sword qi appeared one after another, and unconsciously swirled and flew around his body.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, and the sword intent of this drunken sword fairy cooperated with the Kaiyang Divine Sword, which was really amazing.

The sword qi slashed through the void and disappeared with the wind, and the next moment it appeared beside several wheel scimitars.

The silver black shadow of the Wheel Scimitar also slowly came out, resisting the masculine killing intent in the sword qi.

A loud roar came, and a few more marks of being slashed by the sword qi suddenly appeared on the bodies of those wheel scimitars.

A hint of surprise flashed across Feng Yan's face, he couldn't have imagined that just the sword qi bursting out of the sword intent could withstand the attack from his magic weapon.

The Drunken Sword Immortal immediately fought fast and slow, and the Kaiyang Divine Sword crossed the air with a light hiss, and in an instant, the fiery red sword body fluttered in the void.

And when Feng Yan saw this scene, he had to exclaim, only to see that as soon as his left hand was raised, those several scimitars seemed to disappear in an instant, and instead a mist appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and then the demonic fog tumbled for a while, and actually turned into a bottomless whirlpool, and the yin wind qi came out from it, and the roar of the ghost seemed to come faintly from the bottom of the whirlpool.

The voice was extremely poignant, making people feel an incomparable chill from the bottom of their hearts, and they saw that many subtle magic patterns appeared around the whirlpool at some point.

Immediately after that, several silver pillars of light appeared around the magic pattern, and after those pillars of light dispersed, the shadows of several scimitars appeared in front of people's eyes again.

The drunken sword fairy raised his hand slightly, looking at the whirlpool and several scimitars that came into view, only to feel that there was a powerful ghost as if he was summoned by the scimitar, and once again solemnly stabbed the Kaiyang Sword forward, and at the same time as stabbing past, the wine gourd hanging on his waist of his natal magic weapon also flew out of his hand in an instant, thus becoming larger.

The divine sense is like an abyss, and the true fire of Kaiyang followed, but the bottomless vortex actually swallowed up the true fire emitted by the Kaiyang Divine Sword, and the vortex that devoured the flames emitted by the Kaiyang Sword brought a ghost crying wolf howl, which was really surprising.

However, the Drunken Sword Immortal was fearless, as if he had already guessed this result, only to see that the larger wine gourd in front of him began to swallow out clouds like stars.

I saw that the halo was thinning, and the momentum of the sky also appeared.

"Receive"

The drunken sword fairy pointed forward, and those star-like bits of light actually pulled out the fierce ghosts in the whirlpool, and what people didn't expect was that this powerful ghost was the size of a baby, and let out a terrifying laugh.

Sure enough, there should be ten thousand laws in the world, this ghost-like baby turned out to be Feng Yan's primordial baby, and when the baby was pulled out of the whirlpool, Feng Yan's body began to burst open in an instant.

Shock, fear and confusion kept changing in the baby's eyes, he didn't understand, or even understand, what happened at that moment before, why the other party was able to pull his Yuan Infant out of the whirlpool with just a wine gourd.

In a matter of moments, the winners and losers were again present.

Looking at the wolf-like baby, everyone couldn't help but hide their lips, the righteous people were amazed by victory, while the demon monks were frightened and confused.

Then the Yuan Infant was put into the pot by the wine gourd of the Drunken Sword Immortal, but in a moment or three, it was turned into a trace of thick water, and those remaining Demon Dao monks were also wiped out by the righteous path people at the bottom of this valley.

This is really:

A sword from the west seems to be like light, and the runner is difficult to block the steel in the formation.

The Tao and the demons are all known in the wind, and the yin and yang are often discussed.

The sword stands, and the moon knife wanders. The clouds were startled.

The drunken wonder appeared out of thin air, and he almost wanted to sing and sigh wildly.

PS: This song is called "Partridge Day", and I also wrote a partridge day last night, so I will write another song today.