"The foolish creature that cannot be created!"

Everything that happened in the entire field was as if Yuan Wuji was in his hands.

The miserable defeat of Ji Du Xiao is naturally also caught in your eyes.

"No wonder Luo Yuhen left you. As a man, it's still not possible!"

Yuto sighed that although Ye Xiaochai won the victory, she was also unable to fight again due to accidents.

Therefore, Yuan Wuji and Yupo were still besieging Yiqingtian.

Feng Yue Morong on the other side was also severely injured and was unable to fight again.

"Yi Qingtian, follow everything I arranged for you. You could have retired safely with Jun Shiyu, but now you resist. Can you really afford it?"

"Shi Yu, since you can't live with you, I will fall into hell forever with you today, and I will never leave you alone."

Yi Qingtian meditated in his heart, and then his eyes fixed, "Yuan Wuji, I have calculated it several times and made me want to ask you for everything today, so that you can understand that not all people and things in this world will be allowed to do it."

"Looking at hand in hand, you can give up your lifelong wish. It seems that I underestimated you."

Faced with Yi Qingtian's fierce counterattack, Yuan Wuji looked admiring.

As expected, those who can reach today's will have a firm will that cannot be compared with the demon Taoist horn. They have their own way and their own ideas, and they are not easily controlled.

"The world is in vain to judge the magnanimity of the world, and leaning on the sword to ask about the heaven of love."

Lifting the love sky, his sword pointed to the sky, and for a moment, the red clouds soared into the sky. A huge fire phoenix emerged from the sky, making a loud cry, and its power was rippling.

At this moment, Yiqingtian reappeared at the top of the immortal sword, and the majestic sword energy rotated around the body, and the murderous intentions were everywhere.

"Relying on the heaven of love, I respect your hero, and I will send you the last journey with a sword!"

Yuan Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly. At this moment, the fighting spirit inspired by Yiqingtian made Yuan Wuji interested and changed his mind. He chuckled lightly and had already gone to harvest the two spoils of Feng Yue Morong and Ye Xiaochai.

A battlefield was left for the two.

Sword and sword.

Yuan Wuji is not a pure swordsman, but he practiced several top sword techniques, confirmed and integrated with each other, and his sword skills were also at the top.

"Then pay the price for your arrogance - Burial Sword Dao!"

A cold light flashed in Yiqing Tian's eyes, and the magic sword transformed by Mo Shi was unsheathed again, bursting out with an unparalleled edge. As Yiqing Tian rushed to the sky with a slash, the magic edge slashed down at the same time, and the sword energy surrounding him also shot overwhelmed the sky, with a low voice like a funeral song.

The misty white fog between the two was instantly cleared.

"Sword of Nature!"

Yuan Wuji pointed with his hands and raised it slightly at the same time. The flowers and plants in the nine fences withered in an instant. The endless earth energy gushed out from the earth, and sharp sword energy was formed in front of Yuan Wuji.

"go!"

Yuan Wuji pushed his palms suddenly, and green sword energy shot out with a bang.

Boom boom boom boom!

In an instant, a series of roars erupted in the center of the two people, the earth cracked, the rocks shattered, and the entire Jiuli Garden turned into ruins in an instant.

"A sword crys blood and hates thousands of Hong!"

Just as the roar of continuous sounds, Yi Qingtian's body disappeared and appeared beside Yuan Wuji in an instant, crying blood with a sword, stealing away the eternal regret.

but,

"Good sword technique, what a pity..."

Yuan Wuji's body was slightly tilted, and he actually passed by Yi Qingtian.

Squirt!

Yuan Wuji's shoulders were cut, and blood oozed out. The sword energy that entered his body stirred into his internal organs, causing Yuan Wuji's face to turn pale and the corners of his mouth to overflow.

Behind him, Yi Qingtian was still motionless, and his expression was constantly changing, twisted, crazy, and calm.

And the pure sword consciousness seemed to be filled with an evil spirit that polluted the sword intent, causing the Yiqingtian mind consciousness to be overwhelmed by various negative emotions.

After a moment,

puff!

He looked up at the sky and whispered vermilion. He knelt on one knee immediately, his chest was bleeding, and the strange expression on his face disappeared at this moment, leaving only dead silence.

At this time, a faint sound seemed to be coming from the depths of the universe, "The sword demon is born from the heart!"

The sword demon is born from the heart.

This sword is not outside, but in everyone's heart, each of the twelve swords of Xuanyin is tempered by endless evil thoughts. Each sword has no strength or weakness, but it only represents a different symbol.

Yuan Wuji uses his systemic ability to combine other sword techniques, which also makes the Xuanyin Twelve Swords more powerful than the previous Twelve Swords. Perhaps as they become more and more perfect, they will also be replaced with a new name.

And this eleventh sword is the heart demon that touches people. One sword penetrates the heart, from the inside of the heart to the outside, and it is impossible to defend at all.

"I am worthy of being the pinnacle of the Immortal Sword. Unfortunately, I have flaws, so you will never be my opponent."

Yuan Wuji's fingers slashed the wound on his shoulder, and the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sword energy in the wound was forced out.

Speaking of which, this sword almost cut his throat. Unfortunately, under the floating hand domain, Yi Qingtian's speed was still limited.

Inside the sword chasing and sword prisoner, the Sword Sect looked far away. It was not until the outcome was decided that the Sword Sect's eyes moved slightly, "It is indeed possible to fight, your sword aroused my interest."

...

On the other side.

As soon as the soul arrived at the location where Ye Xiaochai was, a faint Zen sound suddenly sounded.

"I came to find the swordsman for a few Jiazi, and the Buddha's dust will be there for a period of time. I will never find the way to find the mind, and I will definitely see the Zen tip."

"Donor, we're meeting again."

Jian Chan Mixin, dressed in an ascetic monk, put his hands together, his white eyebrows lowered, and seemed to be warm.

"Monk, I said that if you stop me from meeting you next time, I will send you to see the Buddha."

He shook his sleeves and said coldly.

"Amitabha, Ye Xiaochai has another Buddha's affinity, so I hope the donor can raise his hand."

Jian Chan Mixin still stood in front of Ye Xiaochai, not regressing.

"Ha!" Yupo suddenly smiled, then his face turned cold, "Since that's the case, that's the case, that's the opportunity to give you a sword to prove that you have this qualification."

Yuan Wuji naturally knew the strength of Jian Chan Mixin. The sword fetus of the Sword Sect once slashed the cliff into the body of an unknown monk and was reborn. He can be said to be equivalent to the former Sword Sect, with strong strength.

However, after all, I saw it from the play. If you don’t experience it yourself, how can you determine the strength of your opponent.

"That old monk offended."

Jian Chan's heart seems to be gentle, but he is transformed by the sword that penetrates the heart of the cliff, and also has the sharpness and straightness of the sword.

"Impermanence, as usual!"

Jian Chan Mixin clasped his hands together and thought for a moment, a strange sword energy had already condensed in front of him.

This sword energy seems to be empty and solid, it seems to be in front of you, and it seems to be in another space, and it is unpredictable.

"Um?"

The lustful eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth after a moment, "It's indeed not bad!"

Fighting with masters is also increasing Yuan Wuji's experience, deepening his understanding of his own martial arts, and proofreading each other, so as to make himself stronger.

The next moment, the strange sword energy had already flowed between the virtual and the real, and instantly approached the soul's heart.

"Reverse Yin and Yang!"

The palms of desire and soul suddenly overlap, and the yin and yang reversed, turning the weak into reality.
Chapter completed!