After the night clouds appeared, they had no intention of communicating with Qiankun Wudao, and when they raised their hands, a sword swept out, and Zhao Qiankun and Ning Wudao were both shrouded in the range of the attack.

"Huh. Zhao Qiankun sneered, this guy is too arrogant. He directly stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the sword that completely burst out and could cut through the stars disappeared in an instant, leaving only a turbulent current hovering in the valley.

For the first time, a trace of surprise appeared on Ye Liuyun's face, and he looked at Zhao Qiankun, only to realize that the other party was wearing a Taoist uniform that seemed to be a real one.

He frowned, as if he was remembering when there was one more master like this in the real family.

At this time, Ning Wudao took a step forward and said to Zhao Qiankun, "I'll come." ”

"Okay, okay," Zhao Qiankun spread his hands, it was his duty to meet all of Ning Wudao's willful requirements, "Come on." ”

Ye Liuyun looked at the appearance of these two people, and wondered when there were such two more masters. But no matter who it is, seeing the night bamboo shadow become like that, my heart is already full of killing intent.

Then, Night Liuyun and Ning Wudao made the same move.

They all reached into the void behind them, and then drew a pitch-black sword.

"Huh?" Not only the two of them, but even Zhao Qiankun, who had just come out with a bag of melon seeds, was stunned. It's just that these two swords are so similar.

He remembered what Little Lori had said under the ghost burial dragon.

"When the hall master of the Chinese New Year's Eve King Hall had a companion divine sword, which was shattered in the Great War of the Heavens and split into three, the descendants reforged it into three magic swords, and the sword masters of the three swords were destined to kill each other, and finally sacrificed the sword with blood, making the three swords one and reproducing the Supreme Demon Sword. ”

It seems that Ye Liuyun is one of the sword masters, is it a coincidence that he and Ning Wudao met in this Purple Cloud Great World? or is it fate?

Ning Wudao was undoubtedly very shocked, it was the first time he had seen a sword so similar to the magic sword, and at the same time, he had figured out the reason like Zhao Qiankun.

And from just now, his own magic sword sent out a signal that was about to move, as if he couldn't wait to devour the other party.

Ye Liuyun's eyes widened even more, and then as if he had figured out something, he decisively pulled out his own magic sword: "Out of the sword, the battle between you and me is inevitable." ”

This is the first time Zhao Qiankun has heard Ye Liuyun speak: "I'll go, the voice is so magnetic, no wonder so many little girls are fascinated." ”

Ning Wudao drew his sword out of its sheath, and the two rushed towards each other very tacitly.

There are no bells and whistles, and the kind of sword that can easily reach thousands of meters is meaningless for one-on-one combat. They prefer to compress that large sword ray into the body of the sword, and then explode in every encounter.

Rumble!

The two magic swords collided together, and the two demonic qi were entangled and rushed towards the sky, forming a dark cloud that completely covered the surroundings.

Zhao Qiankun sat next to Yezhuying, and shouted while swallowing melon seeds: "Even if you make a move, she won't have anything to do with me." ”

Up to now, Ye Liuyun is not a fool, and it is natural to see that the two of them have no ill will towards Ye Zhuying. But now that the magic swords meet, this battle is inevitable.

Ning Wudao swept his sword, and Ye Liuyun held the hilt of the sword to block, and at the same time pinched the sword trick in his left hand and stabbed at Ning Wudao. A scroll immediately unfolded on Ning Wudao's right hand, and his right hand pulled out a crimson glazed divine sword from it and slashed at the Night Flowing Cloud.

The blazing flames stained half of the sky red, and the night clouds quickly retreated, and at the same time waved their sleeves to extinguish the flames stained on their bodies.

Ning Wudao was holding a sword in both hands at this time, half of it was pitch black, half of it was red, and even the eyes on the right side seemed to have magma flowing in it.

Obviously, although they are both magic swords, he and Nightflowing Cloud have taken two different paths.

Although Night Liuyun suffered a small loss, he didn't care, the demonic energy on the sword's body became more and more boiling, and at the same time, a demon shadow appeared behind him.

That Demon Shadow Ning Wudao was all too familiar, he had used his own magic sword to summon before, and this was the first time he had stood on a hostile position.

Nineteenth Sword! Purgatory!

The powerful demonic qi instantly eroded a large amount of flames, suppressing Ning Wudao to the death. This extremely powerful sword move was the nineteenth sword that was given up by Ning Wudao, and the supreme sword technique that could only exert its true power in the Demon Suppression Realm.

The entire valley, except for the 3-meter range around Zhao Qiankun, everything was swallowed by demonic qi, as if he had fallen into an infernal purgatory. And the nocturnal cloud who wields the sword is the lord of this purgatory, ruling everything.

Ning Wudao's sword-wielding hands were trembling, this was definitely the strongest opponent he had ever faced. In the previous battle, Night Flowing Cloud may not have even used one-tenth of his strength, but now, the collision of the magic sword made him show the true posture of the first person under the only immortal saint.

However, this number one is just set by someone else, and he would rather not admit it. At least, he didn't think that Zhao Qiankun would lose to this person, and he, as Zhao Qiankun's wick, naturally couldn't lose.

"The sword is coming!" With his soft drink, the scroll of the hidden sword reappeared.

The Immortal Separation Bead was returned to the scroll by him, and in its place was another golden greatsword nearly two meters long and 30 centimeters wide.

"Damn!Redemption Holy Judge!" Xiao Bo who had been flying beside Zhao Qiankun to watch the battle suddenly shouted, "Isn't that my grandfather's sword!, how could it be in his hand?"

"Huh?" Zhao Qiankun stopped eating melon seeds. Xiao Wave's grandfather, isn't that the Angel God King before her mother? According to what he learned in the True Sect Database, except for the Dao Heavenly God Emperor back then, that Old God King was definitely one of the strongest people at that time, and it is said that if it weren't for the existence of the Dao Heavenly God Emperor who suppressed that life, the Old God King would be the most likely existence to become an Ancestral Saint.

How strong is the sword that such a strong person has ever used? The key is...... Can Ning Wudao control it?

Just as Zhao Qiankun was worried, Ning Wudao did not have the ability to use the "Salvation Holy Judgment" that was ranked among the top even among the forty-nine swords. He barely swung a blow before, but although he injured Night Flowing Cloud, he was also seriously injured.

And now, his cultivation has been upgraded to the second tribulation of the Demon Suppression Realm, and he still hasn't reached the standard for using this sword.

But in the face of a strong man like Night Liuyun, if he didn't fight, he couldn't see any hope of victory at all.

On the other side, Nocturnal Cloud also showed a solemn look. Although he was only slightly injured by this sword before, he also saw the horror of this sword in that glimpse, if it weren't for Ning Wudao's inability to completely control it now, he could have directly abandoned the sword and admitted defeat now.

In the current situation, he didn't know what the result would be, and the nineteenth sword had been released, so it was impossible for him to forcibly accept it.

The only option left is to fight!