"Yezi, it's up to you to the rest!"

The sound of Meng Yuanyun fleeing away gradually came from the big hole that was broken underground. Ye Qingxuan smiled helplessly. His sworn brother was indeed not capable of participating in such a decisive battle. Otherwise, no matter how high his light skills were, he would inevitably be defeated, and he would not even be able to cause trouble for his opponents.

However, at the critical moment, he was able to bring his Wufeng Sword, which was considered a contribution.

The appearance of Wufeng surprised Zhu Wusheng and Li Daotian.

This huge giant sword is not only taller than a man, but wider than a door panel. It is black and black, like a piece of black charcoal, without a trace of luster, neither a blade nor a knife, and is so shoddy that it is outrageously made.

But even such a giant sword without a sharp edge made the eyelids of two masters in the deified realm jump slightly.

The reason for this is really simple-

With Li Daotian's strength and the high temperature under the full strength of [Li Tianjue Divine Palm], the Wufeng giant sword that had completely withstood the attack was not strange at all. Not to mention that it was burning red, the flames were closed, and the temperature did not increase at all, and it still looked like pure black cast iron before.

Ye Qingxuan turned his head slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "What? Do you think it's strange? Hehe, the world's magical swords have their own magical powers. Zihuang produces lightning, and the blue mist turns into wind. I have no edge, and I am not skilled. This sword has condensed the thousand-year experience of the military and armor gate and the creation of heaven and earth for the old man Tibetan sword to rebuild it. The only magical power is-"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan suddenly let go of his hand and grabbed the Wufeng Sword behind him. Before he could take action, the strange ripples suddenly swept away. The thirty-six butterfly lotus that were originally dormant on him were actually broken in the ripples.

Only Zhu Wusheng's eyelids twitched, and an indescribable danger signal came. He roared and a loud bang between his palms, consuming one-third of his body's energy, shaking Ye Qingxuan's powerful suction power.

At the same time, Ye Qingxuan, who was suddenly filled with Qi, suddenly breathed on his body, and he waved his finger lightly...

Buzz!

The giant sword passed by, and it was indescribable to pass through Zhu Wusheng's chest, gently cutting off Zhu Wusheng's monk's robe, revealing his fleshy chest.

Although Wufeng did not hurt his body, he only cut through the sharpness brought by the air, leaving a red blood mark on Zhu Wusheng's snow-white chest.

Wow...

Blood gushed out instantly, dyeing Zhu Wusheng's yellow monk robe red.

Zhu Wusheng and Li Daotian opened their eyes wide at the same time, watching all this in disbelief.

The sword did not carry any qi, and it was used by the Buddha's innate mediocre hands. But strangely, when the sword front met Zhu Wusheng's protective qi, the protective qi seemed to meet the same pole magnet, and it actually occurred. It separated the two sides without any resistance, allowing the sword qi to attack the body, causing unimaginable injuries.

"This, this sword..." Although Zhu Wusheng was only a flesh-and-skinned wound and had not hurt the root, he was still frightened by this sword and stuttered.

"Rejection! It rejects all the energy in the world, even mine!" Ye Qingxuan smiled and proudly pushed the Wufeng Sword across the sword, and said calmly: "The body of this Wufeng Sword is the waste residue left after the iron outside the sky refining two magic swords. It was originally to be discarded. It was useless, useless. But I saw its unwillingness and its strongestness. Therefore, I begged the old man Canjian to use these waste scumbags in the eyes of others to create a sword. This sword was forged three times. The first time, the sword embryo was formed, the strongest; the second time, the sword heart was formed, and it was clumsy but not released; the third time, the sword nature was formed, and it was alone against the heavens, and I was the only one who was the only one. This is the heavy sword without sharp edges, and it was not skillful. It was not tolerated by the world, but it also rejected everything in the world."

Li Daotian and Zhu Wusheng's eyelids twitched when they heard it. They couldn't figure out that there was such a strange substance in the world, and that someone would actually forge it into a sword!

Ye Qingxuan gently stroked Wufeng's sword body with his palm and continued, "This sword was originally used to deal with the Demon Lord. But since you two have caught up, using you to sacrifice the sword is not a pity! Death!"

call out!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Zhu Wusheng and Li Daotian all over the body became cold.

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan's speed burst to the extreme. The two of them didn't see clearly who Ye Qingxuan was targeting. In danger, Li Daotian turned over and retreated.

"Don't retreat!" Zhu Wusheng was so angry that he almost cursed. He had no choice but to rush towards Li Daotian.

Ye Qingxuan's strength is difficult to guess in this situation, but even with the blessing of Wufeng Sword, his strength is limited, and he will never be able to completely suppress the two of them in joining forces.

But if Li Daotian escapes backward and forms a one-to-one situation, the result will be hard to say.

Li Daotian had a full blow and returned without success. At this time, he was obviously scared to death. Seeing Ye Qingxuan taking action, he subconsciously retreated. His retreat naturally broke the joint force of the two. Zhu Wusheng hurriedly chased, but just as he took a step, a terrible wind came towards him. Zhu Wusheng narrowed his eyes and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid him!

call!

The evil wind reversed and suddenly appeared behind his neck and slashed downwards...

Good swordsmanship!

Zhu Wusheng couldn't help but exclaim. This was also the first time he had experienced Ye Qingxuan's [Nine Swords of Dugu].

I didn't see how he twisted, and his fat body turned 180 degrees in the blink of an eye, and the heavy sword that Ye Qingxuan cut down was Wufeng in front of him.

The thick palms met directly and collided with the heavy sword Wufeng without any fancy.

Pang--

Zhu Wusheng's huge body fell to the ground like a meteorite and fell into a deep pit.

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly and chased forward. The heavy sword Wufeng fell upright to the ground, and the target was Zhu Wusheng's blood-stained chest.

If this blow is implemented, even if Zhu Wusheng's skin is thick and thick, he will inevitably have the consequences of broken bones and tendons and broken heart and meridians.

Ye Qingxuan pounced down with heavy sword, and Zhu Wusheng's aura was uncontrollable, and he could not avoid it for a moment. He was about to be seriously injured on the spot. At this time, a very strange aura suddenly attacked from Ye Qingxuan's side.

when!

When there was no time to be heard, a grand golden thick-backed sword knocked open from the side and held the "no-final" in Ye Qingxuan's hand.

Um?

A gloomy figure wrapped in bandages suddenly appeared in front of him, making Ye Qingxuan frown slightly.

The aura, appearance, and body shape of the visitor were completely unfamiliar, but for some reason, Ye Qingxuan felt a familiar smell from his hatred-filled dark eyes.

Long—

Ye Qingxuan hit the sky with a sword and inserted into the ground beside Zhu Wusheng. The huge impact force spread out, and with this as the center, a huge wind blew out.

"Ye Qingxuan, our hatred should be cut off!" The person who came said hoarse and unpleasant, like the ghost of the Nine Nether Hell.

"You?" Ye Qingxuan breathed, "Battle Donglai?"
Chapter completed!