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"Huh-" Diao Xiaosi opened his phoenix wings and soared into the sky, like an eagle soaring on the desert wasteland, passing through the ups and downs of light and shadow, and slashing at Wang Xuanying with the sword of the Witch King.

This is no way, if Wang Xuan is allowed to cast the gang bomb as he wants, it is still a trivial matter to be beaten passively, and if he is not careful, he will be crushed.

"Keng!" Wang Xuanying crossed the demon blade and sealed the frame outward, his body shook and his backhand slammed towards Diao Xiao's four-sided door.

Diao Xiaosi didn't dodge or dodge, the starlight in his left hand flickered and condensed, and the white tiger fist was-for-tat.

The two shouted a fierce battle to attack, and neither of them would take a step back first. Diao Xiaosi was afraid that Wang Xuanying would throw out a bomb to blow him up again, and Wang Xuanying was also deeply afraid of Diao Xiaosi's endless strange things.

After more than 20 rounds of fighting, Diao Xiaosi gradually entered the best state of no self and no knife, and the empty piece on the spiritual platform was no longer affected by Wang Xuanying's necromantic intent, as if the starry sky was boundless and accommodating.

His knife power is condensed but not gathered but not sluggish, one knife after another with a clear rhythm but in one go, as if the Yangtze River is magnificent and majestic, with an unstoppable grandeur, but also from the inside reveals a wisp of dust Zen.

In the eyes of others, the Fengming Witch King Knife is like a blacksmith with a sledgehammer, smashing straight and tinkling, and there is not necessarily any subtlety and profundity.

However, Wang Xuanying obviously felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to resist Diao Xiao's four earth-shattering knife styles, and gradually he could only attack three moves out of ten moves, and in the long run, he was afraid that he would be beaten to the point that he could only parry and have no power to fight back.

He couldn't help but feel a burst of shame in his heart, although he was unwilling, but in the face of the facts, he had to admit that Diao Xiaosi's understanding of the Heavenly Dao had overwhelmed him.

In the battle of burning the White Horse Temple, he was not convinced. Although Diao Xiaosi has the upper hand, he can rely more on the intrigue formation rune treasure. Now that he has broken through the Mahayana barrier, he thought that if he met this kid again with this anti-heaven cultivation, he would be able to kill and survive.

Who knew that Diao Xiaosi went around Mobei and Mount Emei and came back, and the speed of cultivation was even more amazing than him. Thinking that he sacrificed everything in order to cultivate the Necromancy Demon Skill, and endured countless unimaginable torments and tortures for ordinary people, in exchange for his current achievements, it was not as easy as this kid to eat, drink, and roam around, Wang Xuanying's chest couldn't help but have a flame burning, and he became more and more angry.

Therefore, he sold a flaw and let Diao Xiaosi's Feng Ming win the witch king's knife to slash his right chest.

"When!" The sound of gold and stone sounded in his chest, and Wang Xuanying was unharmed, but was shocked by the power of the sword and flew backwards.

Before everyone had time to scream, it was a pity, Wang Xuanying pinched the Fa Yin with his left hand and shouted: "I have no end in life, and I will be unified for all generations!"

"Woo-" Ninety-nine-eighty-one black gold divine light broke through the top of Wang Xuanying's head and soared into the sky, condensing into a dazzling giant spirit clutch in the air, and bombarded Diao Xiaosi overwhelmingly.

"Ninety-nine eight hundred and one thousand endless slaughter cactus!" the crowd didn't know who screamed, full of horror.

Under the oppression of Wang Xuanying's terrifying cultivation, Diao Xiaosi unconsciously spelled out the real fire, and when he saw the other party sacrifice ninety-nine eighty-one clutches that covered the sky and the sun, he was not surprised and said: "Xiao Wang, let's be friends!"

"Buzz ......" The Tianluo astrolabe rose with a bang, and the beautiful starlight spread like a tide, engulfing Diao Xiaosi's figure in a snap of his fingers.

Wang Xuanying couldn't help but be stunned, and suddenly found that the space around him was strange, and after a strange twist and shaking, it was unbelievable that the endless bright starry sky was displayed in front of him.

In the deep and dark void, thousands of stars shone brightly and circulated, forming an unpredictable and magnificent array of heavens and stars. His ninety-nine eight hundred and eighty-one thousand endless slaughter cactus is floating and sinking in this vast sea of stars, like a drop in the ocean, and he doesn't know where to return?

"Dao Tian?" Wang Xuanying said in disbelief, the shock in his heart was beyond measure.

"This is a gadget that Lao Tzu casually made up when he was idle," Diao Xiaosi's triumphant voice sounded in the depths of the sea of stars: "What do you think of the name Yu'er Starry Sky? Is it subtle enough, is it deep enough?"

Wang Xuanying's eyes suddenly burst out with two red rays of light, like a sharp blade piercing through the sky, falling on Diao Xiaosi's face, and said hesitantly: "If my guess is right, this is not really Dao Tian, but a projection released by the Tianluo Astrolabe." What is there to show off about such a small skill of carving insects?!"

Diao Xiaosi hung his hands behind his back, and when he was carrying Feng Ming's Witch King Knife, he smiled and said, "If you don't believe it, you can come up and try it." But let's talk about it first, what are you going to lose to me this time?"

"I'll lose you!"

"Your head stinks and hard, and I'm not interested. Anyway, this should be the third time we've fought each other, right? The old ancestor said that there were only three things, so what about ......?"

Diao Xiaosi slowly raised his knife and led it to Wang Xuanying, the smile on the corner of his lips suddenly disappeared, and he said confidently: "I want your life!"

"Great, I think so too!" Wang Xuanying roared like a long whip shattering the heavens, and the eighty-one immortal endless slaughtering cactus suddenly swelled hundreds of times, as if he could pinch and explode the stars to break through the sky with a raised hand, and rushed to Diao Xiaosi from all directions of the starry sky like a mountain and a sea-

At the same time, Nanako Matsushima has also been caught in a bitter battle. The masters of the Secret Moon Demon Sect brought by her were killed and injured by Li Jing and others under the ploughing and sweeping of the caves, and the rest were just in a precarious situation.

But Nanako Matsushima couldn't take care of them for a long time, Tang Xuesheng and Luo Cheng cooperated with each other more and more skillfully and tacitly, flying up and down with a stick and a gun, chasing the soul, and not giving her even the slightest respite.

She screamed for help, hoping that the other Secret Moon Demon Sect or Fusang Demon Sect masters lurking in Luoyang City would hear the news and come to support. Who knew that the sound of alarm sank into the sea, and even the direction of the imperial city did not respond.

The more she fought, the more chilled she became, and finally deeply experienced the feeling of being alone.

What especially surprised Matsushima Nanako was that Wang Shichong did not respond to her whistle. Could it be that he also encountered a strong enemy and couldn't be separated?!

At this moment, there was a clear female whistle in the night sky outside the Xiangli She, and a beautiful woman in palace costume came at a gallop despite the shocking wind and the moon, it was Princess Yuhua.

Seeing that Xiang Lishe was getting closer and closer, a beam of knife light suddenly lit up in the oblique thorn, Princess Yuhua was awe-struck and froze at her delicate body, pulled out the knife in her hand and shouted: "Oku Ichiro, what are you for?"

Ozora Ichiro smiled faintly and said, "Senior sister, what are you doing when you don't rest in the palace so late, what are you going to do, a place like Xianglishe is not what you should have come to." ”

Princess Yuhua Yurong Frost said, "You betrayed the secret of Xianglishe to Diao Xiaosi?"

Ozoric replied, "Not only the Elysées, but also the fools who refuse to listen to my advice, for fear that they will never see the sun tomorrow again." ”

Princess Yuhua's heart sank, and she said sharply: "Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and betray the same family as a ten thousand Lingchi!"

An indescribable ridicule appeared on Ozora Ichiro's face, looking at Princess Yuhua's pale pretty face, and said leisurely: "You are wrong, I am the real guardian of the Yuezong! In your eyes, the Yuezong is just a tool, and your ambitions are too great." That madman sister of yours, Nanako Matsushima, has she ever really cared about her life or death?"

"Nonsense!" Princess Yuhua sneered, "Everything my sister has done is so that Yuezong can return to Middle-earth and realize the dreams and ambitions of the ancestors!"

Ozora Ichiro smiled disapprovingly: "Speaking is better than singing, after all, it's not that the people of your Wang family want to dominate the world, but they don't hesitate to take the entire Yuezong to be martyred?! Do you think that just a few of your brothers and sisters can compete against the two realms of righteousness and demons in Middle Earth? Wang Shihui is dead, Haneda Rong is dead, Wang Shishi is also dead, and it will be the two of you who will be the next turn!"

Princess Yuhua took a deep breath and said, "It seems that there is nothing to say between you and me, let's fight to the death here!"

She knew in her heart that Ichiro Ozora, as one of the veteran Dharma Kings of the Secret Moon Demon Sect, was far more unfathomable than herself. But now it's not okay not to fight, it's a big deal to die and thank the master.

Ichiro Oku took a moment to float sideways with his knife to dodge Princess Yuhua's killer move, and slapped her left rib with a palm.

For some reason, Princess Yuhua was like a snake and scorpion to the soft and weak palm of Dakong Ichiro, and she was busy withdrawing and changing her moves, and the magic knife danced in the snow for fear of the slightest omission.

Ichiro Oku stepped out of thin air, and was about to strike out the second palm spirit platform, but the warning was suddenly born, and his eyes couldn't help but look towards the dark and silent long street in the southeast.

It was the middle of the night, and the streets were empty and there were no pedestrians, but there was a burly old monk with a cane in his hand and bare feet, walking slowly along the quiet and deserted long street.

He didn't walk very fast, and then he was obviously very far away a moment ago, but he had already crossed three horizontal streets by raising his hands and feet, and he was only a thousand steps away from Xianglishe.

"Master Jinding!" Princess Yuhua's eyes lit up, and she flew out and shouted, "Help us!"

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, although rest assured, everything is taken care of by the poor monk!" the Jinding monk replied in a deep voice, but his eyes looked at the rooftops on both sides of the street, "Reciting the love of incense, the poor monk doesn't want to kill." It's too late for you to retreat. ”

The words fell, and the eighteen senior monks of Emei Ci'en Temple appeared on the roofs on both sides, and Master Zhengding held the holy scepter in his hand and looked solemn, and said condescendingly: "Senior brother, you know your way back!"

The Jinding Monk smiled contemptuously and said: "A group of waste, get out!" The big sleeves flicked the golden wind suddenly, and the Emei monks on both sides hurriedly fought with all their strength with a palm.

"Bang!", all the monks shook their bodies one after another, and several of the Luohan Hall elders who were sitting in the realm of "click, click" made a crisp sound, and the bricks and tiles cracked into powder.

Seeing this, Master Zhengding waved the Holy Yan Staff and said: "Everything is empty, only I come!"

The monks looked calm and resolute and responded in unison, their clothes fluttering and their bodies flashing, surrounding the Jinding monks in the center of the street.