However, the two of them were not very careful and only thought it was the magical effect of the Eye of the Future.

After all, this eye involves the originator of the Secret Realm, and can better explore the future, and it is impossible to guess it easily.

The strange light in Wuxian's eyes quickly subsided, and he pretended to be calm: "Thank you, Holy Mother."

Moshi's acting skills are also at the level of a movie star, and he is also a director and drama star. He knows Wuxian very well. He is difficult to detect if he wants to disguise himself.

At least Jiuying and Zhuqueyi do not have such ability.

Even Yuan Wuji may not be able to guess such a result even now.

Even, because of the previous transfer, Tengshe had already gone to Dihai Gu Castle to help Yupo

Yuan Wuji had just left the Youjie Realm, so he didn't think Jiuying dared to do anything.

But for this reason, he has the weakest control of the Secret Realm at this moment.

"Don't be so polite. You are my son. Even if you can't understand how much I have paid for the continuation of the Secret Realm, how can a mother blame her children? If you can be safe, your mother will feel at ease."

Jiuying grabbed infinite hands with joy and comforted her softly, as if the glory of her motherhood was brilliant.

Although Zhuqueyi was in a complicated mood on the side, the Holy Mother really saved Wuxian. And it was not the time to say this, so she could only squeeze a smile.

The family looks neat...

No, it's a joy.

...

At this time, Yuan Wuji was about to rush to Defeng Ancient Road to inform the rebirth of Gui Qi.

But I met an unexpected group of people blocking the way.

"I don't hate me but I don't see the ancients, but I don't hate me. Who can understand the wind on the edge of the sword? I sigh that Dugu is defeated."

The white hair in the shawl danced wildly in the wind, and under the night, the tall figure came with a sword.

It is precisely - Fengmo·Sword Shangque.

"The rhyme contains the rainbow energy, the ya light refreshes the emotions of things, the wind sings with a sword, and the lonely saying of the sword's life."

At the same time, blood fireflies flew, and a sexy figure appeared, and behind it was a silent and lonely figure.

It is Jian Langya and Gu Xing's Tears.

Looking at the three people surrounding him, Yuan Wuji chuckled, "It seems that the enemies are gathered."

Primitive Demon Lord and Huo Tianqi are both sworn brothers of Jian Shangque, and these two of them died in his hands, Jian Shangque would naturally not let him go.

The Gook of Star is because Zi Ye Jixie died twice, and his grudge was also quite serious.

As for Jian Langya, he is Jian Shangque's daughter, and when Jian Langya was controlled by Jiuying, he seemed to have been teased by lust.

If it weren't for some trouble, I almost fell asleep with the same sleep. Even so, the lustful hand would never be honest. Facing a beautiful woman who would not resist, you can imagine what happened at the beginning.

It's just that such a shameful thing, Jian Langya naturally wouldn't tell anyone, but just kept this hatred in his heart and found an opportunity to get it back.

so……

"Are you Mr. Yuan?"

The sword was indifferent. Although he did not show a powerful aura, Yuan Wuji could clearly feel a sharp aura locking him.

Without waiting for Yuan Wuji to answer, Jian Shangque continued: "You and the *** who were assassinating the Demon Lord, today, I will seek justice for the Demon Lord."

"The grudges in the world are like this, but one thing must be explained is that the Primitive Demon Lord himself has no ability to watch his wife, so Jiuying abandoned him and threw himself into my arms."

Yuan Wuji raised a finger and shook it lightly.

"Looking for death." Jian Shangque's eyes were cold, and a strong move suddenly came out, "Red Firefly Moon·Feng Demon Slashed with one word."

"Qingtian Waterfall!"

Yuan Wuji shouted lightly, his energy penetrated the sky, his palms overturned, and the rain and thunder were scattered. After a long time, Yuan Wuji reappeared the power of the thirteen-toed spirit croaker.

With one palm, it was like a galaxy smashing down, shaking the world.

boom!

With a strong impact, both sides shook at the same time. The next moment, the sword Shangque was already coming.

The demonic sharp edge of the ten thousand sins flashed quickly in his hand, and the lingering sword energy cut off Yuan Wuji's robe.

"Yuanhuangsha!"

Yuan Wuji's palm absorbs evil spirits, and the invisible evil spirits filled with heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles gathered together.

Boom!

The swords and palms intersect, and the void shaking.

"If you have such strength, you want to kill the Demon Lord? You guys, husband, are really despicable and shameless when they secretly attack the Demon Lord."

After several confrontations, both sides already had some understanding of each other's foundation, and the sword was filled with anger. "The edge is endless, the style is infinite, and the sword is connected to the world and has a physical appearance."

The sword lacks three other magical powers, with thousands of sharp edges and infinite sword styles, and the heaven and earth condense into concrete shapes. In an instant, infinite sword energy emerged and came overwhelmingly.

"The Sword of Returning to the Sect!"

Facing the Putian Killing Sword, Yuan Wuji pointed to the Ning Sword, and invisible energy surged around him, and then a divine sword condensed from his finger.

Sword only.

Ten thousand swords surrender.

At this moment, the demonic sword in the sword's hand was restless, but soon the demonic sword erupted with a scarlet aura, becoming more and more fierce.

Outside the battlefield, Jian Langya's blood sword in his hand was even more restless and could only suppress it with his strong cultivation.

"What a powerful sword intent. I didn't expect you to have such achievements in swordsmanship. Today, I will take your life and attain the peak of swordsmanship."

Feeling that Yuan Wuji's sword skills were extraordinary, his eyes lit up on the sword, and his fighting spirit became more and more vigorous.

And in the center of the battlefield.

For a moment, Fang Yuan Baili Tong was urged to break by the sword energy, and the landform changed drastically.

Jian Langya and Gu Xinglei had to retreat and leave the battlefield for them.

"Such a mysterious sword move, I must admit that you are indeed as powerful as the Demon Lord."

As he said that, the ragged white cloth wrapped in the demon edge of the Ten Thousand Sin in Jian Que's hand shattered, revealing the sharpness of the magic weapon, the silver-white sword body was dazzling, and the sword energy was like a rainbow.

"Sword Disaster·Blood Rain in the Sky."

The sword shouted loudly, and the overwhelming blood rain fell, covering the entire world.

Every drop of blood rain contains the strange and powerful sword energy lacking on the sword.

"All things become my sword!"

Yuan Wuji raised his finger, and the surrounding mountains, rocks, plants, and even dust ants floated up at the same time, turning into sword energy.

The collision between heaven and earth.

The whole world only roars.

Dust covered the sky.

After a long time, the aftermath subsided, Yuan Wuji looked at Jian Shangque. Although the two of them were damaged, their aura was still strong. "Feng Demon, I have seen your strength. Now, let's take out your final style, otherwise your path will end here."

"Very good, Mr. Yuan, I will never die after taking my last move. The grudge between you and me will be settled until the eight tribes are settled."

"Oh? Then do your best." Yuan Wuji's mouth curled slightly, and his face was calm.

"kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword lacked the demonic edge of all sins, and the vast demonic energy soared into the sky, changing the sky and the earth, and all things wept.

At this moment, the sword clue seemed to become the only one between heaven and earth.

Lonely!

Loneliness!

Supreme!

"A sword in this life."

The sword spread across the sky, and Yuan Wuji's shoulders splattered blood.

"Sword is defeated."

Another sword stabbed out from behind, Yuan Wuji swung his palms, and Fang Yuan reappeared the floating hand field for several miles. Gravity, magnetism, gravity, gravity, and buoyancy were mixed together without any rules. Be careful not to prevent it.

The sword was missing, and his body suddenly stopped.

"Be careful, Demon Father." Jian Langya noticed this, his face changed and he reminded in a low voice, while Gu Xinglei on the side also held the imperial edict tightly, obviously he was ready to rescue at any time.

Jian Shangque, as the number one sword technique in the Netherworld, was once a pair of peaks with Jian Dian. Even if his strength is difficult to fully exert due to his physical body, he will not be defeated.

"Sigh Dugu!"

With the angrily shouting from the sword, the powerful sword move finally exploded.

This is the most peak sword of Fengmo Sword.

It contains the concept of sword principles for one's life.
Chapter completed!