At this moment, Zhang Xuan's aura changed completely.

"Boy, have you thought about the consequences?"

The evil god's voice began to become solemn.

"It doesn't matter what consequences are or not."

Zhang Xuan shook his head slowly, "It's just that he can beat me or not. I really don't believe it. They have the ability to kill me Zhang Xuan!"

A white sword light soared into the sky from behind Zhang Xuan, as if he was committing some kind of declaration of war.

The evil god was silent and did not speak out again.

The evil spirit looked at Zhang Xuan with less jokes and more solemnity.

Five kilometers away from Zhang Xuan, Jian Wuming and Jian Qing were searching for the evil spirits that were fleeing. Just now, they injured the evil spirits with their powerful sword energy, but they found that the huge body was just a puppet of the evil spirits. The true body of the evil spirits was still hidden elsewhere.

While Jian Qing and Jian Wuming were searching, they felt the sharp sword energy that suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

"This sword light!"

Jian Wuming turned his head and looked at the white sword light that soared into the sky.

Jian Qing murmured, "This sword intent is so strange, it makes me feel a chill. Just relying on the sword intent can even affect the surrounding environment. When will such a master come out in Wanshan District?"

"Go and have a look!"

Jian Wuming and Jian Qing walked on the sword, and the powerful spirit control was extremely fast, five kilometers away. In just a few minutes, they felt that they could see the two figures standing below at a glance.

Zhang Xuan and the evil spirits faced each other in opposition, and no one took action first.

The fight between top-level strong men is often the most dangerous and simplest. Sometimes it takes only one meeting to determine the outcome. Therefore, this move is particularly important and may not have been moved for a long time.

When Jian Wuming and Jian Qing saw the mask on Zhang Xuan's face, they looked at each other.

"Guangming Island!"

Jian Wuming and the others knew that the person standing below was a real member of Guangming Island. The white heroic spirit that appeared behind him was the White Sword Master of Guangming Island that had been circulating before.

As we all know, two sword masters from Guangming Island have made moves, one black and one white, which is also the top strength that Guangming Island has shown now.

Zhang Xuan and Xie Sheng also felt the two energy slowly approaching from the air.

Zhang Xuan looked up and pointed his sword at the ground, while the white shadow behind Zhang Xuan also waved his sword and pointed his slantedly on the ground.

"I heard that someone pretended to be my Guangming Island and killed innocent people, and it was led by Jian Gu."

Zhang Xuan spoke out. He didn't know how Jian Gu existed. He had just heard someone mention it. He just heard Jian Wuming and the others report their own homes.

There was a little more solemn between Jian Wuming and Jian Qing's eyebrows.

Jian Wuming said, "We both came here just to kill the evil spirits. Everything else has nothing to do with my Jian Valley."

“It doesn’t matter.”

Zhang Xuan was particularly confident, "I don't care if it does, I, Guangming Island. If someone wants to deal with my Guangming Island, I will follow it."

Jian Wuming's expression condensed and he said, "Since you are a sword cultivator, you might as well see who is better in the sword art!"

Jian Wuming's voice fell, and his heroic spirit also appeared behind him. Jian Wuming's heroic spirit was a woman wearing a blue shirt and a hat, and could not see her appearance clearly. The heroic spirit held a thin sword in his hand. It looked more like an ornament than a weapon, but the sharpness hidden on it would never be seen as an ornament.

"Junior sister, you can hold on to the evil spirit, I will kill him and come to help you."

Jian Wuming shouted softly, then his body flashed, and the next second, he appeared in front of Zhang Xuan.

The master of spirit control is already at the top of Qi training.

Jian Wuming, as a sword cultivator of Jiangu, is stronger in terms of lethality than a master of the same level. At this time, he took the initiative to attack and his speed was so fast that Zhang Xuan couldn't react.

A sword light came straight to Zhang Xuan's eyebrows.

Zhang Xuan took a step back, then suddenly waved his hand, and the white shadow behind him also made a sword swing. The white sword light came back, but the back fired first, offsetting the sword light that Jian Wuming slashed out.

Jian Wuming was not in a hurry to attack. His attack just now was just for temptation.

"This sword intent."

Jian Wuming looked at Zhang Xuan with a little suspicion, "It seems tender, but in fact it is full of murderous intent. There is a momentum that will bring blood to the sword. It's a bit interesting. Since that's the case, let's fight in the last battle!"

"good!"

Zhang Xuan is also in a strong sense of fighting. He hasn't really tried it yet. How big is the gap between him and the powerful spirit-controlling powerhouse.

The violent sword light condensed beside Jian Wuming. The heroic spirit behind him danced out sword flowers. It was really like a flower blooming, beautiful, and it could also kill people.

The biggest difference between a war spirit and a hero spirit is that a hero spirit has some of its own intelligence, but a war spirit does not.

When the sword flowers dance and the sword light blooms, the moment when the sword Wuming's offensive begins.

Facing Jian Wuming's sword move, which is full of murderous intent, Zhang Xuan's method of dealing with it is very simple.

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and Jian Wuming's clothes had a layer of ice crystals on him at some point.

"A sword, Piaoxue!"

A biting cold coldness rushed straight to Jian Wuming. Facing the sword flower danced by the heroic spirit behind Jian Wuming, the battle spirit behind Zhang Xuan only stabbed a slender sword light, reaching the center of the sword flower.

This chill is not only aimed at people and things, but also the sword flowers danced by the heroic spirit behind Jian Wuming have a tendency to be frozen. In terms of sword moves, a sword falls snow and completely crushes Jian Wuming.

The legendary sword god, who practices swords throughout his life, has a unique talent, and the condensed snow sword intent are already a top presence in the sword path.

Jian Wuming's face changed and changed his moves again. He no longer pursued the charm of the moves. He completely compressed all the sword lights to break the Piaoxue sword intent! The ice crystals on Jian Wuming's clothes shattered, and the temperature in the air also rose a lot.

"prick!"

Jian Wuming's move has only one word, but this word condenses all the essence, and is also a stabbing. However, Jian Wuming's stabbing method is even more violent, and his sword intent is full of lethality.

"Floating snow!"

Zhang Xuan waved his hand again, and it was still Piaoxue's sword intent. This is the gap between a wise hero and a war spirit. A wise hero can provide more moves to the host. Even the power of a hero spirit directly determines the host's combat power.

The war spirit is different. The war spirit has only one move left, and this move cannot be changed.

If the Piaoxue sword intent is placed in the battle between the God of Fu and the God of Fu, Zhang Xuan can crush even at the same level with the strength of the Piaoxue sword intent.

But now it is different. Jian Wuming is a powerful spirit-controlling powerhouse. He can enter the spirit-controlling power. He has extraordinary experience in terms of combat consciousness and combat intensity. He can no longer do as he used the second time that he used the Piaoxue Sword Intent, and completely defeated Jian Wuming from the sword intent.
Chapter completed!