In the rainy Wushan Mountain, waves were stirred without warning, and layers of ripples on the lake surface that seemed to be wrinkled by the wind showed their true shape.

In a very short time, the second and fourth brothers who were rushing thousands of miles away discovered the ripples in Wushan at a glance. The second brother Yun Mo's sword-wielding speed was three times faster and snorted coldly: "The spies of the demon clan set up a formation here in Wushan."

Before Yun Mo could finish his speech, the ripples in Wushan stopped abruptly, and then the wooden sign on his waist suddenly lit up. He took the wooden sign and read the message. He was delighted to find that the other end of the message was the junior brother. The short text message was intermittent, and he could only see words with unknown meanings such as "Black Robe, Must Destroy and Wutong Mother Gu".

Yun Mo frowned, not knowing what the junior brother meant.

"Senior brother, look!"

The fourth junior brother's whisper came from his ears, and Yun Mo looked up and his eyes suddenly shrank.

At the place where the rippling vision disappeared, an old man wrapped in a slender black robe appeared silently, quietly blocking the formation that was invisible to the naked eye.

The two senior brothers in the mountain behind Qingyun stopped with a serious expression.

The old man in black robe who was confronting the two young sword immortals stood with his hands behind his back and said in a low tone: "Leave one leg and one arm, and then go back wherever you go, I can take your lives without taking action."

Wen Zhuyu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "It's the realm of refining the virtual world."

Yun Mo, who was deaf in his mouth when he turned a cold tone to the old man in black robe, suddenly turned his head and asked his junior brother: "When several peak masters come to the back mountain to teach us advanced swordsmanship, they often have exchanges and guidance. Have you ever won?"

Wen Zhuyu stood in the air, with the green bamboo sword in his hand, and thousands of blue sword energy phantoms could be seen by his body. The enemy was facing him, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I haven't won once."

There was the will of eliminating demons in the world and the wind rose with the wind. The eyes of the second senior brother, who had always been breeze in his memory, suddenly turned blood red, with white robe as blood as blood, and ink hair flying, as if it was as if it was a demon. The close-fitting sword named Yinmo in his hand shocked the blood-colored rainbow that had been swept through thousands of feet, tearing the rain in Wushan and crossing the entire sky.

"I've won!"

A gorgeous blood light that was blooming above Wushan immediately made a cultivator below the God Transformation Realm that could not be approached by half a step, which was dangerous and fatal.

Ying De in the formation glanced at the stage scenery outside the formation. A dazzling and sharp blood-colored rainbow and millions of green sword energy that ravaged the sky were well-deserved protagonists. He was obviously the old man in the Void Refining Realm but he was bound to his hands and feet as if he could not use it. Although the monks in the Demon Realm would be suppressed by some laws of heaven and earth in the Jiuzhou Realm, he would not be able to reach the same level as the two monks in the God Transformation Realm.

Ying De felt the breath that was only stronger than him in the blood-colored rainbow. He clenched his fists. There was such a person among the younger generation in the Immortal Dao Alliance?

Chang Xi, who was destroyed by the white-clothed old man, stood up again. The scenes of the second and fourth brothers fighting with the black-clothed old man, were reflected in his eyes, and he was very grateful.

Chang Xi drew the sword in silence and silently put Yuehong in his hand, his fingers fell on Yuehong Sword, and used pure spiritual power to engrave delicate patterns on the narrow sword body. Then he put the sword back into the sheath. Amid the confusion and anxiety of the Yuehong Sword Spirit and the Heavenly Spirit, he suddenly threw it out, and the sword sheathed it with the sword inserted next to Qingxuan, who was in a coma with Xin Tong.

Yuehong Sword's pattern flashed, and together with Tianhuang Sword Sheath, a strong and extremely strong defensive formation was launched to protect the two women.

Chang Xi forced herself to look at Qingxuan's tearsy eyes.

The sword without the edge was stacked under his palms, and the spiritual power was boiling like hot water. After climbing the tower, the dragon blood was boiling in his undulating chest. In the clear dragon roar, the golden dragon shadow behind Chang Xi was condensed like never before. The golden sea of ​​blood that could not be seen fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he felt that he was unprecedentedly powerful.

Burning the dragon vein essence and blood, there is no reason not to be strong, and this is the only way to make up for the gap in strength between the two.

The aura of the sword cultivator in front of him, who was regarded as an ant, was climbing at an incredible speed. Yingde could hardly believe his eyes. The phantom of the hundred-foot golden dragon that was firmly condensed behind the guy was like a substantial sculpture, and the dragon roar that made him slightly palpitations. Is this kid really a dragon?

Chang Xi, who was determined to go to death, closed his eyes, pressed the stacked palm of the sword hilt, floating slightly, and the wide, thick and sharp sword Weng, who had no edge, sounded like a bell.

When he opened his eyes again, there were already two shining silver crosses in his eyes. There was a moment of thunder under Chang Xi's feet, and in the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds surged.

The Great Vajra's Nirvana's body burst out with a million kilograms of powerful force under the cast of burning dragon blood. The sword force was powerful and the mountain and river energy was vast. The sword force swept across the land tornado, tearing apart the body-protecting demonic energy wrapped around Yingde, so that Chang Xi, who was always at a disadvantage in the scene, gradually became the momentum of turning against the guest.

His Highness, whose body-protecting demonic energy was broken, was in a daze for a moment, and then the thick and solid sword energy in the sky fell down like a rainstorm. The sword energy like rain was not the water splashed out, but was everywhere like a swarm of locusts covering the sky, which always prevented the endless body-protecting demonic energy from being condensed into a solid body again.

Yingde took a step back under Chang Xi's attack for the first time. Once he took a step back, there would be a second and third step. When the last sword energy of the unworked sword collapsed, Yingde put down the gilded knife protecting his eyes, and then he realized that he had retreated a hundred feet and plowed a deep ravine like a crack on the wounded earth.

Facing the silver cross star that almost jumped out of Chang Xi's eyes, Ying De, who always underestimated the sword cultivator in front of him, finally became serious, "Are you a human or a dragon?"

Burning essence and blood is equivalent to burning lifespan. Chang Xi kept silent. Every breath he squandered the rest of his life. Chang Xi, who was in a daze, had a majestic true dragon in the sky, even snorted coldly, held his sword and swept along the way. In the clear dragon roar of the golden dragon's phantom, he collided with the gilded knife again.

The sword light roared in the sky outside the formation, and the demonic energy surged. Many monks hiding in the depths of Wushan Mountain were already scared to death. Many of the mountain peaks were either cut into two pieces by the blood-red or green-spirited sword light, or were stained with the vicious black demonic energy into a pool of sewage.

There are already many poor guys in Wushan who go out without watching the calendar and die. These cruel monks who are more or less carrying head debts on them are now as good as cats, just wanting the three gods in the sky to finish their business quickly and don’t harm them anymore.

The black-robed old man, who was slightly suppressed by the laws of the Jiuzhou Heaven and Earth, knew his own suffering.

Old You has followed him since His Highness the Sixth Prince was born, and he has seen countless so-called genius young talents. He put aside the five other five princes with extraordinary martial powers on the Sixth Prince, and there are also many powerful and powerful people in the Demon Realm royal family. Old You is in the realm of refining the Void and is quite qualified to point fingers at others, but the two Qingyun Mountain sword cultivators who came to intercept and kill him this time on His Highness's order really made him feel a little scared.

The demon clan general's law of preying on the weak and strong to the extreme. He highly advocated martial arts and was used to crushing his opponents with his realm cultivation. This time he was rejected. The blood-red sword energy and the sword shadows of thousands of green spirits made him suffer a lot. The magical martial arts were affected by the extreme climate outside the northern region, and most of them were known for being cruel. But if this was used on anyone, the sword cultivator in the white robe turned blood was even more fierce than the demon clan. But he could fight with him with his cultivation level in the God Transformation Realm. God knew that there was such a terrible little monster in Qingyun Mountain?

It was like the demon-drinking sword soaked out from the blood pool stirring the gloomy sea of ​​clouds above Wushan. The gloomy sea of ​​clouds in the sky was pulled down by a sword from the blood robe, sinking among the mountains and floating on the earth. Most of the Wushan Mountain turned into a sea of ​​clouds. The ink-like sea of ​​clouds was lit and thunderous, and blood-colored dragons could be seen passing through it.

The second senior brother Yun Mo pulled out from the top of the sea of ​​clouds. The blood dragon condensed by the bloody sword energy rose into the sky, and the extremely sharp sword in his hand surged continuously. The old man named You, who was standing on the other end of the sea of ​​clouds, was dumbfounded. He had no idea that Yun Mo, who was obviously just a god-transforming realm, could stir up the strange phenomena of heaven and earth. The blood dragon's blood robe and blood sword swept a thousand feet. In the demon realm, he did not like to use weapons but only love to destroy the body and meridians of the traitor, finally changed color. Many demonic powers were thrown out like money, but they could only slightly delay the madman's sword cultivator.

With the second senior brother, Wen Zhuyu, who was familiar with the second senior brother, as the auxiliary attack, the surging spiritual power surged into his palm and lit up a hazy green light, and then pushed forward. The sharpness of the wind and clouds surged, and the unavoidable sword energy blocked the space. Although the sword energy was not enough to break through the defense of the old guy in black robe, it actually wiped out the power of the demon clan's magical powers and cleared the obstacles in front of the second senior brother.

Wen Zhuyu's sea of ​​consciousness was naturally mutated, and his divine consciousness was almost as strong as Old You. At this moment, he noticed that Old You seemed to have a strange thing tied to Old You's waist, and his appearance was exactly the same as the witchcraft shape that was prevalent in southern Xinjiang.

The fourth senior brother who was tying his sword fingers and controlling the sword energy immediately sent a message to the second senior brother, "Senior brother, look at the thing tied around the old thief's waist, is it the one that the junior brother said?"

The blood light that revealed the pressure in Yinhong spread thousands of feet across, and finally pressed the Demon-Drinking Sword on Old You raised his hand. Yun Mo, who heard the voice transmission from his junior brother, looked down and saw the thing that looked like a poisonous cup.

The younger junior brother is extremely smart. The news that he had only one chance to spread was absolutely crucial. Although he didn't know what this Gu meant to Chang Xi, he still chose to believe the younger junior brother without reservation!

Yun Mo, who could compete with the powerful power of the Void Refining Realm, pressed his sword down and applied the weight of his whole body to the sword. Old You single-handedly resisted the Demon Drinking Sword, and the other palm surged into the sea of ​​clouds. Countless demonic auras, purple thunders, the size of fists, jumped into each other, and exploded the blood-colored giant dragon condensed by the sword intent under Yun Mo's feet into a mess.

The intent of the natal sword was severely damaged by the demonic energy purple thunder. Yun Mo, who should have been damaged, took advantage of the opportunity to spray the surging blood on the sword. The Demon Drinking Sword, which was already as bright as blood, had the idea of ​​letting Old You, who was a powerful power in the Void Refining Realm, retreat.

Old You, who had not spoken in a word, finally spoke in shock and angry, "Is it worth it to fight for someone who has nothing to do with you?"

Yun Mo, who had the same lips and teeth, pressed down again, and only spit out a cold word.

"roll!"

Most of Yun Mo's sword technique that reached the level of transformation came from the teachings of his elder brother. Yun Mo pressed the sword with both hands and finally made his blood and blood stronger, and the sword track of the demon-drinking sword was like an antelope hanging on the horns, which made the unexpectedly unpredictable Old You in a trance. Yun Mo resisted the magical qi and purple thunder, and cut the Wutong Mo's mother Gu on the old man's waist into two pieces with one sword!

At the same moment, Xin Tong in Qingxuan's arms woke up quietly.

Old You knew that his highness had been ruined. He was still scared and immediately turned around and sent a message into the formation ban, "Old guy, come and help me!"

Old Ming in the formation space looked up outside the formation, his eyes turned over and over again, frowned. He did want to kill the strange sword cultivator who was half-human and half-dragon for His Highness, but because of his highness's long-lost interest, Old Ming was not good at interfering in his affairs.

He looked at Fu Lao and said coldly: "I will go out to meet the enemy. You should rush to the side for Your Highness. If there is any mistake, you will know the consequences."

After saying that, the white-robed Ming Lao flashed out of the formation and joined forces with You Lao to fight against the two absurdly powerful Qingyun Mountain sword cultivators, leaving behind a dumbfounded Fu Lao motionless.

Let him go and scoop the formation of the two monsters that fought until the sky was dark?

Just kidding, he doesn't want to die yet.

As the White-Boiled Old Ming joined the battle situation outside the formation, the situation reversed in an instant.

The dense sword light and sword energy that were enough to tear through the sky came to an abrupt end. The magic pattern formation, like the mountains, appeared in front of the raised palm of Mr. Ming. There were seven layers of formations that were crossed and squirted out a beam of magic fireworks with hall pillars, detonating the purple thunder of the demonic aura hidden in the sea of ​​clouds before. The fire that soared into the sky burned the blood river of the sea of ​​clouds. The sword energy that had lost control fell into the Wushan Mountains like raindrops. In just a few blink of an eye, the entire Wushan land became riddled with holes.

Mr. Ming, who was obviously a little stronger than the old man in black robe, took his palm back. The golden wheel formation plate surrounding him was his powerful weapon. With this golden wheel formation given by the Demon Emperor, Mr. Ming did not have to perform complex and lengthy formation engraving rituals, and could use many familiar enemy formations at will.

For example, he just cleared the "demonic flame light" in the entire Wushan sea of ​​clouds. He needed to use seven amplification formations to exert 100% power. He originally needed tedious steps to deploy a formation in the air, but in the hands of Old Ming, he could achieve the shocking effect of saying the Dharma as he said it with just a blink of an eye.

The sky that saw the light again cast rays of golden sunlight, but it could not shine on the haze on the faces of Yun Mo and Wen Zhuyu.

The peak masters in Qingyun Mountain can be said to be the most capable monks in the world who are good at fighting. Yun Mo and Wen Zhuyu are originally rough jade, and under the carvings of the head masters and several peak masters, they can naturally shine with dazzling brilliance. However, this dazzling brilliance is placed in front of two demons in the Void Refining Realm, and it immediately becomes dim.

Yun Mo, who changed his defensive posture in time, used the sword surround to resist the magic flame light, his spiritual power almost bottomed out. The spiritual energy in Wushan was shaken away by the shock waves between the four of them just now. If he wanted to wait for the spiritual energy to be rewind back, he would have to wait for a while. Yun Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, poured it into his mouth like a heavenly elixir, and regained his spiritual power every second.

Old Ming noticed that the Wutong Mother Gu disappeared on Old You's waist, and was immediately shocked and angry, until the irreversible old man in white robe looked at the two sword cultivators with a shocking murderous intent. Your Highness is most taboo to do things to escape from his control. If your Highness learns about this kind of thing later, God knows what kind of punishment this master, who is cruel and cold-blooded, will give him.

"Bad your Highness and die for me!"

The white-robed old man Ming and black-robed old man You, who had made up their minds to sacrifice their merits, looked ferocious, and went forward again, swearing to kill these two sword cultivators under their palms.

At this moment, a strange phenomenon reappeared between heaven and earth, and the black robe and white robe changed his face.
Chapter completed!