"Come here." With Yueming's command, dozens of demon soldiers came into the [Evil Spirit Ghost Valley], surrounding Yi Qiunian.

At this time, Feng Zhihen spoke: "There is no need to sacrifice others to make a strategy. Let you and I make a decision!"

"Ha..." Ce Mouli heard a perverted laugh, like his perverted appearance.

"Okay." After a perverted laughter, Ce Mouli agreed to Feng Zhihen.

At this time, Yue Mingguhun, the loyal subordinate of Ce Mouli, heard Ce Mouli agree with Feng Zhihen’s proposal and wanted to speak to stop him, "Master."

"Go aside." Ce Strategy stopped Yueming's Guhun from continuing to speak.

"Yes." Yueming Guhun heard the order of strategy, he had to agree. Yueming Guhun and Earth Demon led dozens of demon soldiers out of the [Evil Spirit Ghost Valley].

"Old friend, I'll let you go." Yi Qiunian said to Feng Zhihen. After all, his disciple was not really dead, but Feng Zhihen's friend Zhu Tian was really dead. No matter how you say that this gust is suitable for Feng Zhihen.

The cruel ape Leng Silu saw that the war was about to break out, so he threw down Dugu's regretful head and ran away.

[Evil Spirit Ghost Valley] Above a peak outside, one person stands alone on it, and a pair of cold eyes quietly staring at the extreme battle that is about to break out in the valley.

Another man used magic to see this station, and the brush in his hand was ready, and he wanted to draw every move and every move of the lower Wind Seal.

"The Demonic Snow Sword Wind, I have been wanting to learn your sword technique for a long time." Ce Mouli said and said yelling at Feng Zhihen.

"You will do what you want, oh!" Feng Zhihen said coldly, shouted softly, Zhenyuan was angry, cut three inches of ground, and the flying stones went straight to the strategy.

Ce Mali's hand [Ghost Wand] circling in the air and hit the ground violently, fighting against each other, and falling a little under the wind.

The wind scars are dancing lightly, and the streamers are "holding" [Demon Flow Sword]. The wind scars are gently pulling, [Demon Flow Sword] instantly get started, holding sword flowers in hand, waiting for the strategy to attack.

Strategy and step on the ghost step, hold the [Ghost Wand] in hand, and leap forward to your body, and take the marks of the wind.

Feng Zhihen saw the coming of strategy. He wrapped his feet across a streamer, walked around his legs for several weeks, raised his feet over the top of his head, and stepped on the ground with one foot.

Use your legs as bows, the ribbon as bow strings, and [Demonic Sword] as arrows, set a bow and shoot the sword, and take the strategy directly.

Ce Mali, who was in mid-air, saw the [Demon Rift Sword] shot straight from the air, holding the [Ghost Wand] and spinning in the air. The sword and the staff collided. The [Demon Rift Sword] was knocked back into Feng Zhihen's hand, and Ce Mali flew back several feet.

The wind scar holding the [Demon Snow Sword] in his hand was extremely fast and he stepped forward to his strategy.

The strategy that fell from the sky saw Feng Zhihen’s actions, and was not willing to be outdone. He faced the sword that met Feng Zhihen at a speed that was no less than Feng Zhihen.

The body moves, the sword and the staff fight each other, is the most dangerous close contact.

Swords and staffs intersect dozens of times.

One inch long and one inch stronger, make a strategy to seize the opportunity, take a few steps back, grab the [Ghost Wand] spinning in the air, and use the advantage of length to attack the wind marks.

Feng Zhihen turned the [Demon Sword] in his hand, crossed his chest, pressed against the upper end of the [Demon Sword], and took the strategy and fought with all his strength.

The moment the staff and swords hit each other, Ce Mai Zhili exerted its strength again. Feng Zhili continued to retreat under Ce Mai Zhili's full strength. However, there was a huge rock behind Feng Zhili, which was the purpose of Ce Mai Zhili.

On the other hand, before Feng Zhihen was about to hit the boulder, his right foot pressed on the boulder and Feng Zhihen stopped.

In order to avenge the revenge of the sky, the wind scars were burning in anger.

I saw Feng Zhihen with his right foot as the axis and the huge stone as the basis, and his body was constantly rotating. The [Demonic Sword] in his hand was crazy. The ruthless sharp blade kept spinning and flashing.

The difficulty of making strategy supports the siege and retreat. At the moment when making strategy pulls away, the huge rock behind Feng Zhihen bursts and turns into gravel and goes straight to Pi Zhiming.

Feng Zhihen jumped forward again, and the two people fighting in close combat were intertwined with light and shadow, and their speed was as fast as the fire meteor in the night sky.

"drink."

"ah."

The two men continued to fight swords and sticks, and their fists and feet continued to hit.

The extremely ferocious Demon Flow Sword, the unparalleled marks of wind, the contrast between movement and stillness seems to be three figures constantly interlaced.

The sword energy broke through the air, and the moves attacked the strategy. Looking at everyone present, he was stunned.

As the two continued to confront each other, the entire [Evil Spirit Ghost Valley] flew sand and stones, and the earth shook.

After a strong move, the two landed and separated.

I saw Feng Zhihen [Demon Flow Sword] leaning on the ground, and then a powerful sword energy attacked the strategy and left.

Ce Mouliang swung out his magic wand with all his strength, and a ray of energy directly faced the sword energy.

"Wind passes without trace, drink." The wind scars instantly turned into two black and white shadows, and the two shadows instantly separated. Then the half-black and half-white wind scar appeared in front of everyone. The half-black and half-white wind scars rose up, and the target was the person in front of him.

"Demon Flames flow into the sky, yes." The move of Strategy [Demon Flames flow into the sky] turned into a surging demon flame, a sword move of hindering the wind.

The wind scar in the air blocked the road when the sword in his hand touched the demon flame, the demon flame disappeared. The wind scar's power to advance was exhausted and flew backwards in an instant. The moment he flew to the stone wall behind, he stepped on the stone wall to attack again, and attacked from the empty position of the demon flame and took the strategy.

The magic wand in his hand was swept, and the sword and sword were killed.

The two of them passed by, with the wind scar and sword behind them.

Feng Zhihen and Cai Zhizhi were watching each other.

The half-black and half-white wind marks turned into two black and white shadows. Finally, the two shadows merged into one, and the white wind marks appeared in front of everyone.

"You are the second one if I can do ten moves right now." Feng Zhihen praised.

"Ha... Demonic Snow Sword Wind, are you the only one who can do this?" Ce Ma's intention to anger Feng Zhihen and use more sword techniques.

Because of these ten moves with Feng Zhihen, the people who have been arranged in advance by strategy have been painted on the drawing paper. When the battle ends, they can crack the [Demon Snow Sword Wind Sword Technique] used by Feng Zhihen in detail, which is more useful than cracking the individual [Demon Sword] and [Wind Sword] obtained from the Black and White Double Young Master alone.

"One move will be over." Feng Zhihen said confidently.

"Come on." Hearing this, Ce Mali held a staff in both hands and was ready for battle.

Anger, hatred, hatred, time, completely stops.

"Demon, flow, sword, wind, ray, scar."

I saw the [Demonic Sword] in Feng Zhihen’s hand divided into two.

But three wind marks appeared at the same time.

Black, white, half black and half white, three figures.

Ce Mourui knew that this trick was extraordinary, and he was also very aware of it: "The Mad Devil's Roar."

Feng Zhihen attacks strategy, just like the three entities of people siege the strategy

Strategy was struggling and the magic wand in his hand destroyed the shadows of the Demon Rift Sword and the Wind Seal.

In the end, the magic sword Feng Zhihen was cut off with a sword. The broken magic wand also fell to the ground.

The half-black and half-white magic flow sword Feng Zhihen was separated again and finally returned to the white Feng Zhihen.

The blood-stained sharp edge and the incomplete magic wand are also the end of grudges.

"High your head, thousands of hills far away, and roaring proudly in the wind; you can find your opponent to discuss swords together, and the heights are too cold."

As the voice of Feng Zhihen fell, only a miserable wail was heard, and Ce Mali's head fell from dust.
Chapter completed!