The broadsword slashed down on the magic blade.

The rusty blade and the pitch-black blade forged by the demon dragon's bones sparked countless sparks at the moment of contact.

"Bang !!"

The peaks swayed, and the rocks rolled down.

The snow is scattered, and the waves crash against the mountains.

The man in the birch mask raised the blade above his head, his body immovable.

The stagnant water in the valley is centered on the surface of the water on which the man is treading and sinks into a whirlpool where you can see the bottom of the valley.

"Wow~!" "Wow~!"

The rusty blade of the broadsword rested tightly against the side of the pitch-black curved blade.

The two divine weapons, both in the hands of their respective holders, trembled continuously.

One is originally a town sent by the Deserted Mountain.

One is the essence and blood bone of the thousand-year-old demon dragon.

A handful, when the head of the wilderness mountain of the past dynasties was dying, he was cast with a lifetime of cultivation, and the pure Taoist Gangyuan contained in it was dedicated to suppressing evil things.

If necessary, you can turn into a dragon and guard the mountain gate.

One hand, who was once the sect master of the Demon Sect and practiced the demon dragon for thousands of years, was beheaded by Brahma, and then took away his soul and exhausted his flesh and blood to become a demon soldier.

The monstrous resentment contained in it has long turned into infinite ferocity.

In the past, the demon soldiers were suppressed by Brahma, and nothing was revealed.

After Mile carried the demon soldiers out of the spiritual mountain, although he always used Buddhism to suppress the ferocity of the demon soldiers, he was not immune to its influence.

Otherwise, he would not be reckless and take the lead in going to the roots.

Now, in the hands of the man wearing the birch mask, the demon soldier seemed to be completely unfettered, and seemed to identify with the man who held it.

The arrogant dark demonic aura is extremely ferocious. But he only dared to wander around the blade, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

The demon soldier has been completely controlled by the man.

The demon soldier who has succumbed to the broadsword that has confessed his lord has met.

It's like fire and water that are never compatible.

Just like the dragon's roar, there was no solemnity and dignity, only endless resentment and resentment, and because of this, a much sharper voice came out from the two trembling weapons.

Yougen's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the man who raised the demon soldier with one hand again and blocked the broadsword. His face was a little hesitant.

The hesitation lasted only a moment.

"Phew!"

The man in the birch mask, holding the maroon long handle, raised his right hand lightly, and very lightly picked up the broad sword that slashed at the body of the pitch-black blade.

Yougen's face changed suddenly, and he immediately held the broadsword hard, pressing the curved blade of the demon soldier that was quickly raised.

The pitch-black blade suddenly rose upright, making the sharp blade touch the blade of the broadsword.

"Woo, sigh~!"

Countless sparks, from where the two edges meet. Spilled out.

The blades of the two weapons that were hostile to each other quickly slid past each other in the friction of each other.

Soon, the broadsword and the demon soldier stopped sliding.

At this time, there was a condescending root wearing an iron mask and a man wearing a birch mask who did not move a bit. stood in the same position.

The faces of the two were separated by two intersecting artifacts, only half a foot apart.

"Bang !!"

Under the feet of the two of them, they could already see the whirlpool of the valley. It surged into hundreds of columns of water that soared into the sky.

All the columns of water, when they hit the white clouds, were like hitting steel plates. It quickly broke apart.

The water broke apart and fell to the swaying mountains.

And at the top of a mountain peak, the four people who were staring intently at the battlefield at the bottom of the valley were also in the impact range of the sudden falling water.

Fortunately, Feng Shaoqing had already driven Gangyuan above the heads of the four of them, gathering into an air curtain to block the rain.

Mile, Bojin and Zhang Daoling, who had long been out of strength, were not harmed because of this.

There were no physical injuries.

But the heart has long been hit by the facts in front of me, and it is dying.

The hardest hit were undoubtedly Zhang Daoling and Feng Shaoqing from Daomen.

How high the sky is.

How high the heart is.

People, how tall they are.

"Choke!"

The great forces that did not give in to each other hit each other, and then returned.

It was like two stones with the same force, suddenly striking together in a vacuum without resistance, and their movements were exactly the same.

Arigen in an iron mask and a man in a birch mask both retreated.

Yougen retreated two meters away, then forcibly stabilized his body, and stood up the broad sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the man's chest.

He kicked his feet slightly, his body froze, and his hands grasped the hilt of his sword.

The icy stream of breath was mixed with the brilliant golden yuan, surrounding the rusty broadsword.

Silver light pierced through the blade of the broadsword.

Yougen held a broad sword, turning into an afterimage that was still difficult to see even though it was a strong cultivator, and pounced straight at the man wearing a birch mask who had just stopped and retreated, and his change was obviously much slower.

Countless snows also pounced on the man holding the demon soldier like roots.

When the strong fight, the first move is often a temptation.

And the second trick is generally observation.

The third move is the real hole card.

There are roots, and I never think how tall I am.

His second move is already a killer move.

Facing Yougen, a man wearing a birch mask who had already rushed to him in an instant, he turned the demon soldier in his hand without any confusion, and even stabbed out with the demon soldier.

The tips of the two blades collided together.

"Woo !!"

In the deafening sound, a dazzling golden light lit up in the valley.

With the sudden golden light shining in the valley, the water that rose into the sky and the surface of the mountain wall were covered with a layer of extremely low temperature.

In order to avoid the sudden cold current, the four people watching the battle all leaned on Feng Shaoqing's flying sword and hung in mid-air.

The four of them still looked at the valley where the battle was raging, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

At the bottom of the valley, where the golden light had been diluted, all the stagnant water was frozen into ice.

There is a root, one foot crushes the ice, and steps into the ice.

He held a broadsword in his left hand, which was crossed across his chest.

Vivid blood red splattered from his mouth and scarred cheeks.

The iron mask, which had been recast, was re-sealed.

In the hole in the mask, the round eyes stared closely at the man holding the demon soldier not far away.

The man still maintained a forward posture, still maintaining a straight stabbing motion.

Even though the man's lanky hands holding the long brown handles had already appeared with several wounds that showed white bones, and they were already stained with blood.

But the mask on the man's face and the scales on his body were not damaged in the slightest.

This time, in Yougen's heart, he suddenly felt a trace of long-lost fear, but more of it was the same long-lost fighting intent.

"Ahh

Yougen opened his mouth and roared angrily at the man wearing a birch mask not far away, then raised his sword and strode forward.

The next moment, he saw the man wearing the birch mask, and he also pounced with his sword.

The broadsword containing the evil suppression gang yuan, and the demon soldier full of violent atmosphere, collided again.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", ......

The sword shadow is sufficient, and the broadsword and the demon soldier continue to fight.

With a piercing roar, blood sand spilled through the armor and splashed on the extremely cold ice. (To be continued......)

PS: Well, there's another chapter tomorrow afternoon.

My class is back to normal.

Hehe.

Also, thank you for your support.