Without looking back, the silver-white Immortal Spirit Holy Sword appeared in Ye Fengyun's right hand in an instant, and with the silver-white light flashing away, the Wanyue Sword Qi had already stabbed towards the first few people who rushed at lightning speed.

The speed of this sword was extremely fast, and those few people who only had god-level strength didn't expect that the speed of Ye Fengyun's sword would be so fast, so fast that it was even a little difficult to capture the afterimage of the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword, let alone resist it. In the end, just as their nerves reacted, the sword qi of the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword had already pierced their throats mercilessly, and no one could dodge it.

After the strength was raised to the immortal level, although outsiders seemed to be just a god-level or small nirvana-level cultivator, Ye Fengyun himself knew that whether it was the rapid improvement of physical quality or combat effectiveness, the powerhouse of the immortal-level class now, unless it was a person with the power of the wilderness, otherwise, few people could dodge from his immortal sword qi.

In the blink of an eye, several god-level masters died under the sword of Night Wind Cloud. Ye Fengyun's sudden display of combat effectiveness shocked the people who came to capture him, and then they all became vigilant, and they all condensed their martial spirits to guard against it, but despite this, the pace of progress did not stop at all.

After killing a few people, Ye Fengyun's action did not stop because of this, but let go, his toes tapped the ground, and his body had disappeared in place like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he had come to a distance of thirty meters, and he actually took the initiative to meet those who wanted to capture him behind. Since the fight has begun, it will not be hidden,

As the silver-white sword light flashed away, the few people who rushed towards the night wind and clouds immediately had their throats cut by the sharp tip of the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword in an instant.

And at this time, the rest of the people who were close to Ye Fengyun's body waved the martial spirit in their hands one after another, and slashed towards Ye Fengyun at the same time with a sharp sword qi that was not weak.

Ye Fengyun didn't look at the several martial spirit condensed blades cut behind him, as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his head, and his body was only slightly tilted, and he very skillfully dodged the attacks of several weapons.

"Ding!"

Several weapons not only did not hit the night storm, but because the target of the attack was the same, several different weapons actually collided with each other in mid-air, and with the crisp sound of a steel symphony, the energy contained in several martial spirits collided together, and suddenly formed a visible energy aftermath, spreading towards the surroundings.

"Fantasy Realm!"

Just when everyone was in chaos, seeing that more than a dozen people were already approaching about ten meters in front of Ye Fengyun's body, Ye Fengyun leaked a strange smile, and a red halo instantly overflowed Ye Fengyun's body, sealing these seven or eight people in his own domain, Ye Fengyun's eyes flashed coldly, and he grabbed the trace of stagnation generated by several people, and the fairy spirit holy sword in his hand once again formed a vague sword shadow, enveloping several people at the same time, the sharp and sharp sword tip seemed to be the sickle of death, gently slashing through the throats of several of them, with a faint blood red, ruthlessly harvesting life。

In less than a breath, ten human warriors with god-level strength and the High Priest of the Wraithing Clan died under the Night Wind Cloud Sword. Ye Fengyun's eyes flashed with a solemn murderous aura, and on the fairy spirit holy sword, the hazy sword light also became a little thicker, just when Ye Fengyun wanted to continue to kill the rest of the people, and wanted to kill the Quartet, suddenly, a loud shout sounded.

"Stop!"

Hearing the sound, some of the people who were still rushing towards the night storm suddenly stopped. At this time, the bodies of those who had their throats cut by Ye Fengyun fell almost at the same time.

"What a fast sword!

"This sword is so fucking fast. And how can this kid have a domain, that's a skill that only a god has. ”

......

In the crowd, many people with extraordinary eyesight let out exclamations, among them, there were many masters of the Great Nirvana class, who could already see the moves of the night wind and clouds, and those sword qi were not all transmitted in this space, but jumped in different time and space, so they couldn't avoid those who died.

However, not everyone can understand Ye Fengyun's sword, without exception, everyone was shocked by the lightning-fast sword speed, because they all knew in their hearts that even if their spiritual power was higher than Ye Fengyun, they had to deal with it carefully in the face of such a fast sword, otherwise, if they didn't pay attention, they would lose their lives.

At this moment, those martial arts masters who originally looked down on Ye Fengyun had completely changed their gaze at Ye Fengyun at this moment, which was a kind of face that would only have in the face of a strong opponent.

Looking at the dozen or so people who fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, it was like a dream, and the rest of the people who only had god-level strength all changed their faces one after another, and their expressions became a little solemn, just at that moment, they could only catch a few silver-white rays of light and disappear in a flash, and they didn't see how the dozen or so people were killed at all. Among the dead were a few high priests of the Wraith Clan, who were still bleeding in the air, and had turned into a dried corpse when they landed.

"This man is not afraid of resentful spirits, and he can absorb them for his own use. ”

Both the Wraiths and the Human Warriors were stunned, could he be the legend of the legend who rode a dragon to save the world, even though he was so young.

Ye Fengyun stood in the middle of a dozen corpses with a sword in his right hand, stained with blood, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground.

"Let's go!

Drops of undried blood fell to the ground, and although the sound was low, it shook everyone like thunder. It's quiet, it's surprisingly quiet, and even the wind has stopped.

Ye Fengyun glanced around with a flat gaze, and said, "It's not an easy thing to snatch things from me, at least, I will make you pay an extremely heavy price." ”

Ye Fengyun's words made a group of people look at each other, a person who seemed to have only the strength of Xiao Nirvana, not only did not panic in the face of the encirclement of hundreds of people, but also said these words wildly, especially among these hundreds of people, there are many masters of the resentful spirit clan, if you want to say this, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

Although Ye Fengyun's words sounded a little arrogant, it was surprising that no one resisted, even those with the strength of the High Priest, and they were silent one by one, because the corpses of a dozen or so resentful spirits and warriors lying on the ground were a good proof of this.

"Bang Bang Bang ....."

An old man standing on the roof clapped his palms and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is really good, you actually let all of us look away, admire, admire." ”

Ye Fengyun smiled indifferently, and did not answer the old man's words, and said, "Everyone, are you still coming to snatch the things in my hands now?"

As soon as Ye Fengyun's voice fell, a middle-aged man said with a gloomy face: "Hmph, don't think that you don't take the world in your eyes if you have a little strength, you dare to kill someone from my Fengyun family, if you don't give us an explanation today, you won't want to leave here." ”

"There are also a few people in our Xuanyuan family who died in your hands, they are all outstanding talents in our family, and they are highly valued by the head of the family, if you don't give us an explanation for this matter, then it will be very difficult for us to do it, the anger of our family master is not so easy to accept. An old man also said with a sneer.

Listening to the words of these two parties, some of the rest of the forces are all optimistic, and none of them retreated, although the strength shown by Ye Fengyun surprised all of them, but this is not enough to make them have the mind to retreat, after all, the pocket on Ye Fengyun's waist is bulging, and he knows that it is worth a lot of money with his feet, it is too tempting, and the only trouble now is that there are too many forces present, and this Night Fengyun's sword path is unfathomable. Although his strength has been recognized by everyone, it is not enough to make them jealous.

Ye Fengyun's gaze gradually became sharper, he already understood that if he wanted to leave, he could either die, or leave the Qiankun bag, otherwise today's battle was inevitable, and sneered: "Since this is the case, then I will give you an explanation now." Ten thousand swords of sword intent devour the heart. As soon as the words fell, Ye Fengyun's figure froze, and the fairy holy sword in his hand also disappeared.

A crack suddenly exploded in the air, and a hundred-meter energy giant sword fell from the sky, emitting bursts of dragon groans, stirring the air trembling, the silver-white sword of the giant sword suddenly soared, and the strong and sharp sword qi spread through the air, so that everyone who was more than a few dozen meters away felt a faint pain on their skin, as if there were thousands of sharp swords against their throats. Everyone didn't dare to move, and kept swallowing their saliva. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his temples. The timid crotch is wet.

After the sword intent shocked the human warrior, Ye Fengyun lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body was already flying away as light as a ghost, and the short distance of more than ten meters seemed to not exist at all in front of him, and in an instant, it crossed over to the remaining dozen or so elites of the resentful spirit clan, and the fairy spirit holy sword, driven by his arm, turned into a sword shadow in the sky, and shrouded towards this group of people.

For the people of the Wraith Clan, Night Fengyun didn't have a good impression in the first place, so they were the first to go under the knife.

"Everyone be careful!" the leading man in the Wraithing Clan shouted, and a blood-colored death scythe instantly appeared in his hand, and the sword shadow in the sky seemed to be nothing, and directly brandished the death scythe and slashed towards the night wind cloud.

"Ding!"

With a crisp collision sound, in the wrapping of the sword shadows in the sky, the death sickle and the fairy holy sword collided together, and then a strong energy fluctuation came from the place where the two blades collided, forming a circle of energy ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading rapidly to the surroundings, and finally slapping fiercely on those innocent carriages and tall horses. Suddenly, those horses and carriages were directly shaken violently by this ripple of energy, and they were torn into pieces, and a trace of dust and a puff of blood splashed out from above.

And just as the two weapons collided together, Ye Fengyun immediately withdrew the Immortal Spirit Sacred Sword in an instant, and his toes moved rapidly on the ground, and with the writhing body, he turned into a ghost again, and shot behind him at an extremely fast speed, bypassing the person holding the death scythe and shooting behind him.

And a group of people from the Resentful Spirit Clan are already on full alert at this moment, looking at the fast rushing Night Wind Cloud, the faces of the few people standing at the front suddenly became solemn, but the movements in their hands were not slow, and the powerful Spirit Qi covered the death scythe, waving and slashing towards the Night Wind Cloud.

However, just as they were halfway through their death scythe, a silvery-white ray of light struck at their throats with lightning speed that they couldn't even react.

The extremely fast movement speed made the silver fairy spirit holy sword have completely evolved into a beating light, and the speed was so fast that even the light sighed to himself, such a fast speed was definitely very deadly. It doesn't give people time to react at all.

With the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword slashed through the throats of several great elders in the Resentful Spirit Clan without the slightest hindrance, instantly cutting the major arteries in the throat. And these few Great Elders of the Wraith Clan who died unexpectedly could only find that a silver-white light flashed away at an extremely fast speed, and before many of them could react, they felt a slight pain in their throats, and then, a strong feeling of suffocation was transmitted, only to realize that they had been bought dead, and soon fell to the ground.

The sword dust kept shuttling through the crowd of the Resentful Spirit Clan, and as the silver-white Fairy Spirit Holy Sword continued to turn into a vague sword shadow, I saw that among the group of people of the Resentful Spirit Clan, there were constantly people who fell to the ground holding their throats in pain, and wherever the night storm passed, the crowd fell one after another, and there were very few people who could dodge the sword qi of the night wind and cloud at the speed of light.

In less than two breaths, nearly twenty more people in a group of Wraiths had their throats slashed by a sword.

Because the swordsmanship is very fast and accurate, the speed of killing people in the night storm is very fast, for these people whose strength is at most equivalent to their own a year ago, almost all of them are killed with one blow, and in this short period of time, several high priest masters in the resentful spirit clan came back to their senses, but when they saw the nearly twenty soldiers of the resentful spirit clan who died in less than two breaths, they suddenly became blinded and were sucked dry of essence blood. These are the elite masters of the army of resentful spirits, but they don't even have a chance to resist, and they have died for half of the time of just two breaths, which is definitely an unacceptable cruel thing for them.

"You are looking for death! You don't want to leave today. ”

In the distance, a High Priest of the Wraith Clan and a High Elder of the Wraith Clan rushed towards the Night Wind Cloud with a roar, and the Death Scythe in his hand carried surging energy fluctuations, and with a piercing sound of breaking the air, it quickly slashed through the sky and slashed towards the Night Wind Cloud.

And on the ground, the High Priest of the Wraith Clan, who had had a previous confrontation with Night Storm, also had red eyes, held a death scythe, and rushed towards Night Wind Storm with a roar.

Three Wraith Clan masters!, from three directions, sealed every direction that Night Wind Cloud might escape.

Night Fengyun felt the strength of the aura of the three of them and the strong resentful qi fluctuations contained in the death scythe, and a sneer appeared on Night Fengyun's face.

The fairy spirit holy sword turned into a phantom and stabbed out rapidly, and the high-speed vibration generated at that moment made a pleasant sword groan sound, in just a moment, Ye Fengyun had already stabbed out more than ten swords, and the attacking death scythe collided together in mid-air at the same time, the dense dinging sound has been connected into one, and among the three slashed death scythes, each of them was stabbed several times by the fairy spirit holy sword of Night Wind Cloud in an instant. Countless destructive energies then entered the 38 blood-red death scythe.

After more than ten swords, the three menacing death scythes were covered with cracks on the surface, and their progress was suddenly blocked, and the seemingly powerful attack was so poetic and seemingly random that the night scythe was dissolved, but the owner of the death scythe was not discouraged, and the strong resentful power that emerged from the death scythe skyrocketed a few points again, and then with a chilling sound of breaking the air, it slashed towards the night wind and clouds at the same time.

And in the face of the attack of the three high priests of the Wraith Clan, Ye Fengyun was not afraid, but was imposing, and the fairy holy sword in his hand once again turned into a vague afterimage and stabbed out like lightning, fighting with the three death scythes hard.

As the weapons collided, the energy ripples generated by them also spread out endlessly towards the surroundings. And the aftermath of this energy continued to impact, and cracks appeared in the ground like a ravine, and quickly spread farther away.

Looking at Ye Fengyun, who obviously only had god-level cultivation, he was on a par with the three high priests of the Resentful Spirit Clan who were stronger than him with his own strength, and the shocked expressions of the rest of the human warriors who were watching the battle became stronger and stronger, and almost all of them were full of disbelief.

"This person is really not simple! The combat power exerted will be so powerful, the speed of each sword is not only extremely fast, but also very accurate, the time it takes for others to cut once, his sword has been stabbed out two or three times, and the action is smooth, without the slightest stagnation, the sword moves and the changes in the sword moves are almost seamless, so that people can't find the slightest flaw at all, alas, just this combat experience, is much stronger than us. An old man standing on the roof said with a sigh on his face.

"It seems that the life and death battle experienced by this cloudless is much more than us, otherwise, it is impossible to temper such an ingenious combat experience, you know, this combat experience is not taught to teach, only if you really walk on the edge of life and death, you will gradually understand it after thousands of tempers.

"The most important thing is that the speed at which he draws his sword is too fast, will this be a special combat skill. ”

As soon as they heard the word combat skills, many people's eyes lit up, combat skills are not only extremely precious, but also very rare, even these forces present, there are many who do not even have a low-level combat skills, even if they have, but only a few people in power in the core of the family or the leaders of the family have the ability to practice.

"This set of immortal spirit sword techniques cast by Ye Fengyun must be an extremely advanced combat skill, otherwise, how could he use such a fast speed. ”

Almost at the same time, everyone in the audience agreed with this statement, because they really couldn't find a better and more appropriate explanation for the scene in front of them except for this reason.

Thinking that Ye Fengyun was very likely to still have combat skills, many people's eyes began to emit this scorching light on the spot, and there was no martial artist who did not covet combat skills. As long as they are warriors, almost no one can resist the temptation of combat skills.

At this moment, there were quite a few human warriors who were still watching the excitement on the side, and the blood in their bodies began to boil, because of the temptation of their combat skills, many of them couldn't help but want to rush over immediately and snatch the coveted things from Ye Fengyun's hands.

Although many people had such an urgent idea in their hearts, but none of them made a move, among them, no one was a fool, seeing that Ye Fengyun could fight with the three masters of the High Priest of the Wraithing Clan, he knew in his heart that Ye Fengyun's strength was not as simple as it seemed.

Every human martial artist hopes that these high priests of the Wraith Spirit Clan will consume the spiritual power of Ye Fengyun, because the spiritual power in the body is the source of the warrior's energy, once the spiritual power is consumed too much, it will also directly affect the combat effectiveness, and at that time, it will be easier for them to snatch things from Ye Fengyun.

Ye Fengyun and the three masters of the Wraith Clan fought for a long time, during this time, Ye Fengyun was completely against the three of them in a hard-fought way, and he didn't dodge the attacks of the three unless they were forced to do so.

And the three high priests of the Wraith Clan who fought with Ye Fengyun also became more and more frightened, and their hearts were already filled with shock and disbelief, they had never seen or heard of a human warrior who could fight with three high priests for so long without changing his face or panting, and, most importantly, he was fighting with himself in a completely hard-fought way.

After fighting with the three high priests of the Wraith Clan for a cup of tea, Ye Fengyun also verified his strength more accurately, and then he no longer continued to entangle with the high priest, his body moved slightly sideways, dodging the attacking death scythe, and his toes tapped the ground, and his body quickly stepped forward in a short moment, and then the fairy holy sword turned into a silver-white light, as if breaking through the limit of spatial distance, and stabbed towards one of the high priests at an incredible speed.

The speed of this sword made the faces of the three high priests change suddenly, after fighting with these three high priests of the resentful spirit clan for so long, this sword was the fastest sword stabbed by Ye Fengyun, and it was also the sword that really killed him. In just a short moment, the sharp tip of the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword was already close to the target's throat.

The face of the High Priest of the Wraithing Clan, who was attacked by the Immortal Holy Sword, changed drastically, and at such a close distance, the chances of him being able to dodge this sword were very low.

At this moment of life and death, the high priest of the resentful spirit clan did not seem flustered, with a burst of shouting, a huge resentful spirit qi came out from the broken body, enveloping his whole person, and then formed a resentful spirit shield, a circle of energy ripples spread out rapidly, trying to block the stabbing fairy spirit holy sword, as long as he won even a short moment, he had a chance to dodge this sword that seemed to represent death. At the same time, the old man's upper body also twisted to the side as best he could.

When the energy ripples came into contact with the fairy spirit holy sword, the sharp tip of the sword easily broke through and continued to stab towards the old man's throat, but at this moment, the speed of the fairy spirit holy sword had become slower than before because of the resistance of the energy ripples, and finally brushed the neck of the high priest of the resentful spirit clan.

After verifying his strength, now he has no time to continue playing with these people, since he has decided to fight quickly, then he will also go all out. With his body twisting slightly, Ye Fengyun dodged the two death scythes that attacked by a fraction of a millimeter, and then the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword stabbed out again rapidly, and the speed of this sword was no less than the speed of the previous sword. The sword stabbed by Ye Fengyun, because of the pursuit of speed, almost all the energy is used to accelerate, so the fairy spirit holy sword does not carry much spiritual power, but because the fairy spirit holy sword is fast, the kinetic energy carried is very terrifying.

And after the high priest of the Wraith Spirit Clan was extremely embarrassed to dodge the sword that Ye Fengyun had just made, and before he could stabilize his body, the fairy spirit holy sword like a poisonous snake stabbed again.

"Poof!"

With the silver-white light flashing away, the sharp tip of the Fairy Spirit Holy Sword easily pierced the throat of the old man, and the tip of the sword, stained with a trace of blood, broke through the back of the old man's neck, and the red blood dripped from the silver-white sword of the Light Wind Sword to the ground drop by drop.

The second sword, before the old man even reacted, was pierced through the throat by a sword, because the two swords were too fast, and the pause time in the middle was very short, so short that the old man had not completely stabilized his body after dodging the first sword, and the second sword arrived at lightning speed.

Looking at the High Priest of the Wraith Clan, who had been pierced through the throat by a sword, all the warriors let out exclamations one after another, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

None of them thought that the young man in front of them would not only be able to survive the siege of the three High Priests of the Wraith Clan, but also kill one person on the spot.

The remaining two of them were stunned, their eyes were full of hatred and anger staring at Ye Fengyun, the blood-red eyes that seemed to be dripping blood, as if they wanted to cut Ye Fengyun with a thousand knives, and then brandished the death sickle in their hands, and rushed towards Ye Fengyun with a roar.

"Groan!"

With the sound of the sword roaring from the slightest sound of breaking through the air, the Immortal Spirit Sword had already turned into a sword shadow in the sky, enveloping the two remaining Wraith Clan warriors.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......." 100 literature

A string of weapons collided, and the fairy holy sword and the two death scythes may have collided at an extremely fast speed, but now the sword of Night Fengyun was much faster than the previous fight with them, and the moves were full of killing intent, so the two high priests were forced to rush for a while after each resisting five or six swords.

The speed of this sword is too fast, and the frequency of each sword is incredibly fast, sword after sword, sword after sword, as if it is endless, and the combination between each move is seamless, as if it is natural.

........................ And in the cemetery, another bitter battle continues.

In the cemetery, those who didn't want to be cannon fodder, the shadow who left early, Youling, Dashi and others were besieged by a large number of skeleton soldiers, and several people had to fight fiercely in the cemetery and break through to the outside of the tomb with all their might.

In order to survive, Da Shi and the others also fought hard, not caring about hiding their strength, constantly exposing powerful skills one by one, like several extremely sharp blades, constantly tearing apart the skeleton soldiers to besiege, and slowly, approaching the entrance of the tomb.

"Hold on a little longer, and we'll be able to get out of this place in no time. In the future, if I listen to Ling Wushuang's words, I will not be a man."

Seeing the entrance of the tomb from afar, holding the starry sky chain, he shouted loudly at the big stone at the front.

"Hold on, I must hold on!"

Wu Fan, who lost his left arm and had his combat effectiveness greatly reduced, gritted his teeth and persevered.

Seeing that the group of people with big stones was about to rush out of the tomb, Wu Fan suddenly felt that his calves were entangled by something, and he lowered his head suddenly, and saw a strange black plant like vines wrapped around his legs, restricting his mobility. At every fork of this plant, there was a resentful skeleton, opening its big mouth and gnawing at this Wu Fan's thigh, making his thigh flesh blurred.

Just as he was about to shatter the vines that were wrapped around his legs, dozens of ferocious skeletons appeared, whistling and pounced on him, tearing at his body.

"No, save me, please save me!"

His legs were entangled, and his body was attacked by dozens of skeletons, Wu Fan was desperate, and while attacking desperately, he shouted for help at Da Shi and others.

However, at the critical moment, Da Shi and the others not only did not care about his life and death, but took advantage of the opportunity he had attracted a large number of resentful spirit skeletons and quickly rushed out of the tomb.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, the defense was broken, and Wu Fan, who suffered from ten thousand ghosts devouring his body, was unwilling to explode and died.

When the big stone and their faces escaped from the cemetery, they found that the barren land was no longer the night wind and the wind and their figures.

"Hey, what happened to you, why are you so embarrassed?" Ziyun, who was hiding above the huge stone monument, asked when he saw the big stone escape from the graveyard.

"Who!"

Dashi, who was startled by Ziyun's words, looked around, only to find that Ziyun and Feng Qianran were hiding on the huge stone tablet.

"Why just the two of you, Nightstorm?" asked Shadow.

Ziyun and Feng Qianran both shook their heads, they didn't know where Ye Fengyun had gone now.

"Hey, it's too dangerous in this tomb group, Tianying, Wu Fan, they are all dead!"

Seeing that the evil ghosts in the tombs did not chase out, Dashi breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, and gasped to tell Ziyun what happened in the tombs.

"Ah...... Ling Wushuang has obtained a Celestial Spear in the tombs, and you have also found a strange cube in the depths of the tombs!"

After listening to what the big stone said, Zi Yun's brows furrowed, he had a feeling that the treasure in the cube was not trivial, and its value probably exceeded the top-grade Heavenly Weapon Spear that Ling Wushuang had obtained at the beginning.

Although they may miss a big opportunity, Ziyun and they don't regret it, after all, being alive is the fundamental, treasures can only be regarded as foreign objects, according to their own cultivation, they will definitely die if they enter.

Knowing the ins and outs, Ziyun and the others glanced at the Baili Tomb, which made violent explosions from time to time, and did not blindly enter it to compete for the treasures in the cube. Instead, they stayed on the huge stone tablet, waiting for the Spirit Warriors.

And at this time, Ling Wushuang, Demon World and others fought fiercely with the Demon Sword to a white-hot stage.

Attacked by Ling Wushuang and the others at all costs, the soul in the magic knife was seriously injured, and Ling Wushuang and the others were also injured by earth-shattering blades.

In particular, the spirit skeleton was slashed by the destruction knife cut out by the magic knife, and the entire body was split, falling hundreds of meters away, and it was killed.

"Humble humans, give me death. ”

The mysterious soul in the magic knife let out an uncontrollable roar, controlling the fierce attack of the magic knife, and the blades were like rolling waves, layer upon layer, continuous.

"Rhinoceros Hair, Wheel"

"Frozen of Spirit's Magic"

"Demon Shadow Clone of Demon Magic. ”

Facing the deadly attack launched by the magic knife, the three of Ling Wushuang immediately summoned the three major martial spirit skills to meet them, and with the help of the power of the powerful skills, they were hard to regret the sword.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

After a ferocious attack, the overlapping blades slashed out by the magic knife slashed and slashed the three major martial spirits, and the residual power swept towards Ling Wushuang and the others, wanting to slash them.

"Demon Puppet!"

At the critical moment when they were about to become lambs to the slaughter, Ling Wushuang and Ling Qianying used their last life-saving skills, which were also his greatest reliance, the Spirit Rhino Gate spent a lot of effort, a lot of demon blood, and a demon puppet that took more than ten years to refine.

A dark golden ancient rune appeared on his body, and when Ling Wushuang and Ling Qianying jointly injected a large number of spirit rhino runes into the ancient rune, stimulating the wild energy in the ancient rune, a terrifying aura permeated in the ancient rune, turning into a demon venerable wearing black demon armor, with a body of nearly two feet, towering and burly, and the strength of the War Emperor realm, waved a powerful fist to meet it.

"Boom!"

The entire space trembled, and the Black Demon Venerable's incomparable fist directly shattered the magic knife's remaining power, and launched a ferocious attack on the magic knife.

"Let's go up together, with the help of the power of the Black Demon Venerable, destroy the soul in the magic knife!"

Ling Wushuang had a crack in the talisman body, and he could only use the Black Demon Venerable Talisman once more to collect it into his body, holding the best Spirit Rhino Spear, and Ling Qianying rushed forward, cooperating with the Demon Venerable Puppet to attack with all his might.

"Attack!"

The three people of the Demon World also appeared at the same time, and the ferocious attack finally suppressed the attack of the Demon Knife.

"Demon blood, you actually used the blood of my demon clan to refine demon talismans, you should die!"

Attacked by the Black Demon Venerable's domineering fist, the mysterious soul in the magic knife let out an angry roar, burning the demon pill at any cost, and counterattacking with all his might.

"Could it be that the soul in this demon knife and the soul of the demon heart refined by the sect master come from the same person. ”

Hearing the roar in the magic knife, the demon world frowned, thinking of the possibility, the more he felt that there was a big secret hidden in the fairy secret realm.

Time passed in a fierce battle, and soon, more than two hours passed.

In these two hours, Ling Qianying, Ling Wushuang and the others paid a great price and suffered serious injuries, and the Dark Demon Venerable summoned by Ling Wushuang had almost exhausted all of their strength, and there was a possibility of dissipating at any time.

And the soul consumption in the magic knife is even more serious, and the magic knife attack is faintly uncontrollable.

"Demon Puppet, explode for me!"

Sensing that the attack of the Demon Knife was getting slower and slower, Ling Wushuang immediately ordered the Demon Venerable Puppet to get close to the Demon Knife, detonating the Demon Body, and unleashing the deadliest blow at him.

"Boom!"

The Dark Demon Puppet exploded, unleashing a destructive magic that shattered the space and bombarded the Magic Knife at close range.

"No!"

Receiving a fatal blow from the Dark Demon Venerable's self-detonating body, the magic knife let out an unwilling roar, and finally the soul was shattered by the destruction magic power and disappeared into the magic knife.

"Whew, dead, finally destroyed the soul in the magic knife!"

Feeling that the soul in the magic knife had completely disappeared, Ling Wushuang and the others breathed a long sigh of relief, and they all cast their eyes on the magic knife inserted in the ground and contained terrifying Dao power, and they all wanted to take it for themselves.

"Hahaha, it seems that I'm old, so I'll give you this opportunity!" The strange man with the bird's head and the human body who had been staying in the mysterious four-dimensional space looked up to the sky and laughed, full of emotion. With a burst of purple light, the mysterious cube closed again, exploded into the void, and vanished.

Seeing that the strange man had disappeared, Ling Wushuang said, "In order to suppress the sword spirit of the magic knife, I even used the treasure of our Lingximen Town Sect, and I am the first to recognize this magic knife, so everyone has no objections." ”

Ling Wushuang took a deep breath, pressed the qi and blood and injuries surging in his body, looked at the Demon Tianxia and the others whose faces were slightly pale, and asked.

"You're the first, but I have to be the second!" the Demon Genius clenched his teeth and whispered.

Although he did his best just now, his martial spirit was far less powerful than the Demon Venerable puppet summoned by Ling Wushuang, so in terms of contribution, he knew that he was not as good as Ling Wushuang.

"Good!"

Ling Wushuang happily agreed, thinking, can't I refine this magic sword?

In the end, the order of recognizing the main magic knife was arranged, Ling Wushuang was the first, the demon world was second, and Ling Qianying was third.

"Whew!"

Yue Zhongtian took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and slowly walked towards the magic knife inserted in the ground, stretched out his hands, and tightly grasped the handle of the knife inlaid with a huge magic crystal and made of special materials.

The next moment, Yue Zhongtian pulled out the magic knife, shattered his palms, and a large amount of blood flowed out, penetrating into the magic knife along the hilt, trying to confess to it.

"Well, the way of death!"

A large amount of blood flowed into the magic knife, and Yue Zhongtian immediately felt that the Dao of Death appeared in the magic knife, refining his own blood, and his face instantly became gloomy.

"Spirit Rhino Rune, Fusion!"

Ling Wushuang did not comprehend the Dao of Death, so he could only try to fuse the Spirit Rhino Rune he had comprehended into the Demon Knife to restrain the Death Intent in the Demon Knife.

But the moment the Spirit Rhino Rune entered the Demon Knife, Ling Wushuang clearly felt a terrifying force forming in the Demon Knife, and while crushing the Spirit Rhino Rune, a wave of backlash energy attacked Ling Wushuang.

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, Ling Wushuang's arms were countered by the magic knife, almost disconnected, and his entire body also lost control, and he was shocked back by the magic knife for several meters, and a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. exacerbated her already injured body and caused her to fall to the ground.

"Ling Wushuang, it seems that you have no chance with this magic knife, and it is my turn!"

Seeing that Ling Wushuang failed to recognize the Lord Demon Knife, the Demon World secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately walked towards the Demon Knife, eager to recognize its master.

"Hmph, don't be complacent, do you think that magic knife is so easy to refine?" Ling Wushuang said weakly.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Seeing Ling Wushuang, whose face was gloomy and his arms were bleeding, got up from the ground and walked back, Ling Qianying asked with concern.

"It's okay! it didn't hurt the original."

Ling Wushuang looked at the magic knife unwillingly, unable to accept the fact that he had failed to admit his master.