A sword penetrated the chest, and bright red blood spilled, dyeing the ground red.

Ye Xiaochai is worthy of being the Sword Saint of the Central Plains. His swordsmanship is the top at that time, and even the Sword Sect suffered trauma.

"Well, cough, cough..."

The Sword Sect coughed rapidly, and his body seemed to be even more hunched. "My flaw is only one thousandth of a moment."

At this moment, it seems that the overall situation has been decided and the outcome is decided.

A hint of praise appeared on the face of the Sword Sect, "Using the Heart Sword as the auxiliary, destroying my sword energy; being famous and gods as the main one, winning victory is indeed extraordinary!"

But at this time, as the Sword Sect's voice changed, Ye Xiaochai felt something was wrong and wanted to draw the sword, but at some point, the Sword Sect's hand only grabbed the sword's edge, and the bright red blood was left along the sword's body.

"It's time for the sword to return to the original owner!"

As soon as the Sword Sect finished speaking, the famous god showed unprecedented lightning.

At the same time, a huge amount of energy was stimulated from the sword sect's body, and Ye Xiaochai couldn't help but let go and retreat.

At this time, the Sword Sect suddenly roared, and grabbed the famous god and poured it into the body again, leaving the hilt of the sword.

Blood gushed out like a stream of water.

At the same time, the supreme lightning energy flows through the body, from the inside out, the sword sect's white hair is flying, and the robe is shaking violently.

The ghost energy that had been tangled in his body for several Jiazi was gradually forced out under the power of lightning.

A low roar came, and a mass of dark green ghost energy left the body, and the aura around the sword sect became stronger and stronger.

"He's going to force that knife out."

I don’t know when Feng Yue Mo Rong came, with a serious expression.

The knife was the injury left by Changrikun and the battle between the tyrant of the Heavenly Ghost Prison, Tiangui, Xiao.

The ghost roaring sword entered the body, making the Sword Sect no longer reach its peak, and often coughed, so that it had been imprisoned for countless years.

Of course, the tyrant Xiao Xiao was even worse than Changrikun, because the tyrant Xiao, who returned to the ghost prison, was killed by the ghost queen, and thus successfully usurped the throne.

Compared to the desolation of Tyrant Xiao, the Sword Sect is at least alive.

Of course, this is also due to his friend who is both enemies and friends - Xuanlong Ling Jueding.

Just as the Ghost Sword was completely forced out, countless evil spirits gathered, and the blade was condensed, trying to kill the Sword Sect.

But at the same time, the unprecedented sword energy broke out from the air, and swept the ten directions with the Sword Sect as the center.

Ye Xiaochai and Feng Yue Mo Rong immediately vomited blood and retreated.

With a low shout, the sword sect suddenly forced out of its chest, flew into the air, and defeated the newly formed ghost roar knife, and then reflected back and fell into the hands of the sword sect.

Perhaps, it should not be called the Sword Sect anymore.

On the other side of the mountain, Jian Chan Mixin, who had been sensing the sword chasing and sword prisoners, suddenly opened her eyes, "Sword Master, you are finally back."

At this time, the powerful sword energy burst out, and Ye Xiaochai and Feng Yue and Mo Rong were under the pressure of a powerful sword, retreating step by step, leaving two footprints of footprints along the way.

A hundred meters in front of the two men, a burly figure stepped forward.

"The dragon and horses walk thousands of miles with snowflakes, the wind and moon sing ten steps in the sky, the sword sings. The autumn frost cuts the jade number for a long time, and the immortal Kun priest is the name of the sect."

The long slightly brown hair swept back and hung backwards, a bright red vertical mark on the eyebrows added to the coldness, and the stubble-shaped face made it look more majestic, solemn and cold.

"Ye Xiaochai, after these ten steps, you can survive!"

Chang Rikun looked coldly with his body slanted, and his tone was calm.

That is Changrikun's pride and confidence.

Ye Xiaochai lost the advantage of his weapons and wanted to face Changrikun, who had returned to his perfect state, with an unprecedented solemn expression.

"Hmm? Why, do you want to die with him?"

Changrikun's sword swirled, looking coldly at Feng Yuemorong standing beside Ye Xiaochai.

"I..." Feng Yuemorong clenched his hands tightly and fell into hesitation.

But Changrikun's personality did not give people a chance to hesitate. The famous gods were moved, and a huge sword energy swept through the dust, covering the two of them under the sword energy.

Boom boom boom boom!

The two tried their best to resist, but Changrikun was at the level of the four major Taoist creators. Today, there were only a few people who competed with him. How could Ye Xiaochai and Feng Yuerong be unable to stop him?

The sword energy slashed the body, and the red blood dyed the white shirt red.

until,

Puchi!

With a sword piercing the heart, Ye Xiaochai's merit and energy disintegrate immediately, and all the birth and energy are destroyed.

"Ye Xiaochai!"

Feng Yuemo Rong shouted in a complicated heart, but when Changrikun pulled out a famous god, a handful of blood gushed.

Ye Xiaochai staggered back, and her heart surged for a moment. The biggest regret in this life, the irreparable regret, all came to her heart, and her life seemed to have reached its end.

The sword energy in Ye Xiaochai's body rushed everywhere, cracked patterns appeared in his body, and the sword force in his body was about to explode.

"The Buddha's fate has arrived."

Jian Chan Mixin suddenly stood up, and at the same time, the famous trick reappeared, "Impermanence!"

A sword came from outside the sky and immediately repelled Changrikun. Then, another peaceful voice sounded, "As usual!"

He turned around and forced the sword force that was about to explode in Ye Xiaochai's body, avoiding Ye Xiaochai's body's crisis of explosion.

Immediately, Jian Chan appeared and directly raised Ye Xiaochai.

"Zhan Cliff, you're finally here."

Changrikun was not surprised. When he took action in the Lone Castle in Dihai, he had already felt the familiar sword breath.

The claw was born from his sword fetus, and the two were inseparable from each other, and they could not be hidden as long as they were taken.

"I helped Ye Xiaochai several times, and it seems that he was the guidance of the Buddha again, but my plan was bound to be destroyed."

Changrikun glanced deeply at Jian Chan's heart, and the famous god in his hand disappeared, "For your sake, I will end here today, but next time, I will not hold back."

As soon as the words fell, Chang Rikun suddenly turned around, and Jian Chan, behind him, also recited the Buddha's words and disappeared in an instant.

The sword chasing and sword prisoners fell into silence for a while.

After a long time, Changrikun continued to speak, "What request did Yuan Wuji make?"

"Kill Ye Xiaochai, or - you!"

Feng Yue Morong didn't lie, she said directly.

"oh?"

Changrikun slowly turned around, with a sneer on his face, "Then you missed a good opportunity."

"I don't want to kill someone who has no power to backhand. If I want to kill him, I must fight him openly and prove my strength."

Feng Yue Morong's voice was low, but his voice was full of firmness.

Because it is better than Ye Xiaochai, it is also his mother's ultimate goal for him under the tree.

"Hahaha!" Changrikun laughed for a while, then stared at Feng Yue Morong, "Then you have two choices, kill Wu-or Yuan Wuji!"

Feng Yue Morong's Sword behind Yanyu Morong, Jiang Chao Knife was unsheathed at the same time, and then penetrated deeply into the earth. Feng Yue Yue Morong also knelt on one knee, lowered his head and said, "I want to ask you to teach me the strongest sword."

"Oh? How strong is it." Changrikun showed a look of interest.

Feng Yue and Mo Rong's words were still the same, "It's enough to kill you or Yuan Wuji!"

However, Changrikun didn't care about this at all. The kind of master would have the kind of disciples. It was a perfect interpretation of Changrikun.
Chapter completed!