There was a big white river running across Chang Xi's palms, which made Hu Pei's army unable to advance or retreat.

Not only was Xuan Jia Gong, who was born in the Four Divine Beasts, was shocked, but even Ouyang Gong, who was also a human race, couldn't help but feel excited. The palm technique that contained the true meaning of orthodox Tai Chi was very mysterious, and every palm and stroke contained the truth. In the eyes of ordinary demon cultivators, they might just think that it was a fancy embroidered pillow, which was not useful in the eyes, and was far less exciting than the killing technique that opened and closed. But it is often this kind of ordinary move that actually killed people invisibly.

After all, the Hu Pei Army was a ruthless man who was alone in the northern border to seek his life when he was young. Seeing that the offensive was blocked, he immediately decisively gave up the tiger saber that had not left his body. The bloodline had already awakened in his body and instantly formed a phantom of a white tiger that was more than a hundred feet behind him. As he poked out his palms and pressed it down, the phantom of the white tiger was ferocious, and the tiger roared to break the sky, breaking the pulling force of the condensed river in Chang Xi's palms, and recapturing the tiger saber that was swaying in the Bailian River.

The battle between the two seemed complicated, but in fact everything happened only in the lightning. Some cultivation experiences were not enough to let them see the dangerous monsters in them clearly. They only felt that the terrifying white tiger clan saint, who had a long blood-light sword in their hands, had just disappeared in a few blinks and returned to their original place. They patted the dust of armor on their bodies, but the tiger's head and shoulder armor on their left shoulder had no idea when it lost half of their heads.

On the contrary, as Hu Peijun stepped on his feet, Chang Xi stood in the air, and the majestic aura in his body, which was as deep as a sea, rose up layer by layer under his feet. He looked down and saw that the cuffs of the sacrificial brocade garment were cut into a hole by the bloody aura of a tiger's sword.

Although the fighting between top experts can make the outsiders feel ethereal and invisible in the blink of an eye, for the two people who can gain a foothold among the younger generation of the Four Divine Beasts, it is not difficult to find the so-called clues in magic and magical powers. The difficulty lies in how to deal with them correctly and properly.

The Hu Pei Army's swordsmanship may not be worth mentioning among the famous sects that use swords in Jiuzhou, but the success is that the swordsmanship is a killing method. Each sword is directed to the life of the opponent. In a sense, it can be regarded as a simplification of the principle of the great way. Since this saint son of the White Tiger clan can hunt for decades of the northern border ruled by the dragon clan, and destroy the vassal groups and branches of more than ten fingers, he must have the ability to be underestimated.

After snatching the knife with empty hands, Chang Xi slapped Hu Peijun's shoulder armor with his palm. The latter naturally had to "treat with courtesy" and cut the robe with sword energy to repay the color.

"I'm really a master who can't afford to suffer." Chang Xi, who stood on the top floor of Qi Ji Building, smiled with a smile. It's true that Hu Peijun has some ability, so how could he do his best?

The Hu Pei Army, who failed to succeed in one blow, did not recklessly choose to continue to attack. The trickyness of the young master of the dragon clan who emerged from the sky was somewhat beyond his imagination. He had heard that the holy son selected by the dragon clan this time was Aokiji from the Qinglong lineage of the dragon clan. That guy tried to lead troops to encircle him several times, but he had all noticed it in advance. If it weren't for not wanting to provoke the Dragon King of the Dragon clan to take action personally, he would even plan to let the so-called dragon clan commander Aokiji from the so-called dragon clan leader come and go.

It’s a pity that Aokiji didn’t come this time, but a stronger monster came.

Hu Peijun licked the corner of his mouth with a scarlet tongue. Since he slayed the dragon, he had never felt this invisible pressure in the hands of the same generation. This made his heart, which was deformed and perverted since childhood, feel inexplicably excited and excited.

What a joyful thing it would be to stomp the head of the young master of the Dragon Clan, who is the mortal enemy of their White Tiger Clan, and to blaspheme his beautiful and beautiful phoenix wife in front of him, and then drink his surely sweet blood in his heart.

Chang Xi's golden eyes were as sharp as if they could penetrate the hearts of the people. The spiritual power was used in his voice, so that thousands of demons in the entire Qilian Mountains could clearly hear his voice. He sneered: "Since I came to the demon world, I found that the tribes in the demon world seemed to have many prejudices and disdain for the human race, believing that the human race was a race with a natural weak constitution, and sooner or later it would be crushed into a handful of powder on the rolling wheels of history. But today in this holy ring, I will not use the blood power of the dragon race to bully you, a sick cat, but only use the human sword technique to deal with you!"

"I will let you remember what the pride of the human race is!"

After Chang Xi said this, the audience was shocked. Even the expression of the Dragon Holding the Candle was firm at this moment, not to mention the surprise of the Six-Meridian Dragon King. They didn't know where Chang Xi was going to be crazy. But in the dragon clan camp, only Bai Xiaoshuang looked at Chang Xi who was stepping on the Qi Ji Pavilion, and his unwavering eyes never wavered.

The four people in the seat in Xianyang City were already in tears at this moment, especially Ouyang Shaochi. If they hadn't had their identities now, they would have wished that they would jump out of the field and fight side by side with the former Adult.

The black widow of the Tianluo Poison Spider and the Golden Thunder Eagle and the Yingjia Jade Sword Mantis on both sides of the side quietly exchanged a meaningful look. The meaning was obvious. If this young master of the Dragon Clan with ordinary human blood could really defeat the Saint Son of the White Tiger Clan without using dragon power, then the momentum of the White Tiger Clan and the Xuanwu Clan alliance in the Demon Realm would plummet, and it is very likely that he would even spit out all the things he had eaten before, and the situation in the Demon Realm would be reshuffled due to the end of this Holy Gym Competition.

The active black widow has been conquered by the unspeakable freehand style of the Dragon Clan's young master. At this moment, as long as the Dragon Clan's young master can really defeat the White Tiger Clan's saint who is very murderous, she will lead the clan to join the Dragon Clan and be a vassal without hesitation. If she wants to win the favor of the handsome young master before this, the relationship between the human race in Xianyang City may have to be well managed in advance.

Black Widow is full of confidence in this. With her appearance and figure that is enough to be among the top ten among the thousands of races in the demon world, the masculine young man who has not grown up even enough hair and the middle-aged monk who has not ejaculated for many years can tell that the middle-aged monk who has not ejaculated for many years is not her opponent? This time she didn't intend to use Yuanyang, a man from Xianyang City, for her own use. She openly wanted to give and ask for everything, and enjoy the joy of fish and water. Afterwards, she would bring in a few sisters with good faces and figures in the clan to marry the human race. Isn't this surrender a natural thing?

The phantom of the golden dragon entrenched behind Chang Xi began to roll back into his body, and the domineering dragon power that spread throughout the sky dissipated, replaced by the overwhelming sword energy. The Yuehong Sword and the Cave Sword took the lead and turned into two black and white sword lights with aura swept across the Qilian Mountains. Then there were red shadows, Hanguang, Qingshuang, Bugong and Xinghuazhi five swords together, pulling out five sword energy of different colors in the sky.

Although Hu Pei's army was angry, he still kept calm and waited for it.

Qingxuan sat on the throne that belonged only to his man, holding her cheeks with her hands, staring at the majestic man on the holy ring who was like a sword immortal coming to the world, with sweet mouth raised.

In the Qilian Mountains, there is a strong wind rising from the slightest end and rolling up the blue sky layer by layer.

On this side of the Holy Arena, the hard ground made of obsidian began to crack.

The sword immortal in the sky threw the sound as the law at this moment.
Chapter completed!