Nie Wushuang stood beside Xiong Yihu, thinking constantly about all this.

The eyes finally fell on Qin Yu, who had been dead for a long time not far away. The little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, had her head just turned to Nie Wushuang. The voice calling the little brother the moment before was still so clear and sweet, but at this moment, the heavens and man were separated forever.

Nie Wushuang looked at Qin Yu. The bloody little face was still squirming with blood. It seemed to be telling me something, or she was calling herself. Or in this way, she would not have to go out with her grandfather to sell sweet powder every day. Only in this way can she stay with her grandmother forever and appear in her grandmother's dream every day...

The battle gradually became less intense. Nie Wushuang stood in front of Xiong Yihu, protecting Xiong Yihu under him. He felt that the energy that affected him was getting less and less, and then there was no more. He slowly came to his senses. When he looked up, Nie Wushuang found that Yun Qianruo was seriously injured at some point, and he knelt aside with blood on his body, holding his sword on the ground, he was healing his wounds.

The battle circle in mid-air has moved to higher and farther places.

Nie Wushuang stood up and pulled Xiong Yihu and Lu Ke to Yun Qianruo who was healing his wounds, and said to Xiong Yihu: "After Miss Yun healing, let Miss Yun gather the remaining mortals and go outside the city of Hucheng." After that, Nie Wushuang held the Nine-Ear Flame Sword in one hand and walked slowly towards the blood-flowing street with expressionless expression.

Every time he took a step, a blood mark appeared under his feet. At this moment, his cloth shoes were already covered with blood.

What about the human race? So what about the demon race?

Nie Wushuang's spiritual energy continued to rise sharply, and the spiritual energy that scattered out formed a faint yellow aperture around him.

Looking at the battle circle with a blank expression on his face, Nie Wushuang rose up and flew into the battle circle.

The moment he joined the battle circle, the qi in the battle circle hit Nie Wushuang's body, but after pushing Nie Wushuang's body to shake it a few times, he saw the Nine-Ear Flame Sword in Nie Wushuang's hand crossing, and then a huge evil aura came from the blade. The nine flames with violent evil aura turned into nine sword auras and swept straight into the battle circle.

The Nine-Ear Flame Sword is worthy of being one of the ten major weapons of Yunmeng Sect, the largest sect in Yunmeng Continent. With one sword, nine sword auras slashed directly on two demon cultivators and one Jiedan cultivator. The human race and the demon clan who were originally fighting in a group were cut back together by this sudden sword. The two demon cultivators and a black-clothed Jiedan cultivator were not injured by the sword aura, but the evil aura contained in the nine flames instantly wrapped the three people who were caught in it. With the sizzling sound, the evil aura quickly eroded the three people's bodies like a poison.

"ah!"

The two demons and one of them made a tragic cry almost at the same time, and the evil aura eroded. Their bodies were filled with red and yellow smoke, which turned into a piece of ashes in the blink of an eye and drifted in the air.

After the others in the battle circle retreated, they stopped attacking. The three Jindan monks of the human race and the three demon cultivators of the demon race also looked at Nie Wushuang.

The remaining two demon cultivators looked at Nie Wushuang at the same time, looked at each other, and flashed, and fled far away.

Someone in the black man shouted angrily: "Nie Wushuang, you are crazy! Even my human monk, you can kill me?"

Nie Wushuang did not go forward to stop the two demon cultivators from escaping. He spread the nine-eared flame sword in his hand and condensed himself in the air. He looked at the black-clothed Zedan monk with a gaze without saying a word.

The monk in black-clothed Jie Dan said angrily: "Nie Wushuang, in such a situation, why do you want to kill our monks?"

Nie Wushuang was neither sad nor happy, covered in blood and his eyes were empty.

The black-clothed Zedan monk was furious, and the black-clothed Zedan monk beside him was trembling constantly. At this moment, he saw that he had a bow and suddenly shot towards Nie Wushuang. A green spear in his hand rushed straight to Nie Wushuang's face.

The black-clothed Zedan monk who had just talked with Nie Wushuang suddenly flashed, stopped the black-clothed Zedan monk who was rushing towards Nie Wushuang, grabbed the spear in his hand, and said, "The fourth brother, that's Nie Wushuang, you can't kill him."

The black-clothed Jiedan cultivator named Lao Si was full of anger and shouted shrillly: "Brother, the second brother was just killed by Nie Wushuang. You get out of here, I want to take revenge."

The eldest brother pressed his hands on the fourth brother and sent a secret message: "Fourth brothers, you and my brothers are five, today's battle in Hucheng, and there are three of them left. If you want to come forward to kill him, the sect leader blames him, how can our brothers have their lives? What's Nie Wushuang? As long as you wait for the order of the sect to be lifted, just foundation-building monks, killing him is like killing a chicken. Calm down! Nie Wushuang cannot die, at least not now."

With the departure of two black-clothed monks, the sky within a radius of 100 steps around Nie Wushuang finally calmed down.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang's eyes gradually flashed, and then he slowly came to his senses, and felt guilty about the human cultivator he had just killed.

What Nie Wushuang didn't know was that he was killed by obsession just now and almost became a demon. If it weren't for Yunying Soul-Snatching Shirt, I was afraid that Nie Wushuang would have been eroded by the demonic intention and became a demonized person.

Nie Wushuang, who had recovered from the spiritual platform, found that there were melee everywhere in the distance. His spiritual power increased and he quickly rushed towards other battle circles.

After using the Nine-Ear Flame Sword twice, Nie Wushuang understood the true magical use of this sword. If most magic weapons require the owner's own spiritual energy delivery and the blessing of the internal formation of the magic weapon itself, this Nine-Ear Flame Sword belongs to an alien.

The main body of the forging of the knife is Soul-Bundling Steel to lock tens of thousands of soul bodies. This knife seems to be burned by the Nine-Ear Flames, but its real power is actually the user's intention to mobilize the countless soul bodies in the knife body, and the endless evil energy in the soul body kills the opponent through the nine flames and sword energy.

This sword is so powerful that even if the evil spirit of the sword is coming, even if the Nascent Soul monk comes, he will suffer a lot.

After rushing into the battle circle, Nie Wushuang had not taken action yet, a monk in black in Jiedan happened to fight with the demon clan and flew away. After retreating here, he was shocked when he saw Nie Wushuang. He quickly flashed to his side and shouted: "You are crazy, why are you here for? Go away quickly."

Nie Wushuang's face was covered with blood. He wiped the blood on his face with his left hand, and with his right hand, he pointed to the distant battle circle, and said in a deep voice: "The demon clan invaded, as a human cultivator, he should move forward bravely."

The monk Jiedan was furious and said, "You're so brave! This is full of demon generals. You just build a foundation and you will die if you go up." As he spoke, his mouth suddenly opened, and a mouthful of blood squirted into the air, saying, "Nie Wushuang, go away quickly. It doesn't matter if you die. Don't implicate everyone. I'm powerless to send you away, you yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, a red light flashed, and a sharp light roared towards his back.

Nie Wushuang pulled the injured black-clothed monk, and stood up straight and walked away with the ray of energy.

The monk in black-clothed Jie Dan exclaimed in horror: "Nie Wushuang!"

The aura had just slashed on Nie Wushuang and pushed him out for only a few steps away. In an instant, the light yellow light on his body was stirred up and dissipated.

Looking back at the black-clad Zedan monk, Nie Wushuang said, "Don't worry, the demon general will not hurt me."

At this time, a demon general who was chasing the black-clothed Zedan monk rushed towards Nie Wushuang from far to near.

Nie Wushuang snorted coldly, and his mind entered the knife. He slashed out from top to bottom at the demon cultivator who was rushing.

Nine flame sword energy and nine evil spirits made Nie Wushuang's space suddenly become cold and hot.

The demon cultivator felt the murderous intent and stopped in the air. When he looked in front of him, he was full of horror. He was about to call out, but he was wrapped in nine rays of flame sword energy with the rolling evil spirits, which instantly tore it apart. With his shrill scream, countless evil spirits penetrated into his body, and his muscles and bones were eroded by evil spirits at the same time, and his entire body suddenly turned into ashes.

The black-clothed Jiedan cultivator condensed not far from Nie Wushuang and exclaimed loudly: "Yunmeng Sect's Nine-Ear Flame Sword!"

After slashing the enemy with one sword, Nie Wushuang turned his head to look at the monk Jiedan and said, "That's right!" As he finished speaking, Nie Wushuang floated to the monk Jiedan in black, held him and asked, "How are you?"

The man in black made a strange grunt, and said in an unbelievable tone: "I can't die, how could you have this treasure? And with a knife just now, you seem to have room for room?"

Nie Wushuang did not answer and said, "Yes, please invite everyone to gather together quickly. The power of this knife is far more than that. Let everyone gather around me. I will use this knife to have the chance to kill the demon clan."

The man in black shook his head and said, "The battlefield is too dispersed now, and everyone is in the battle, so he can't be distracted from sending voices."

Nie Wushuang pondered for a moment and said, "In this way, with the sky above the Great Shan Jianghu Restaurant as the center, you and me will use the power of the Nine-Ear Flame Sword to gather the human monks."

"good!"

As they said that, the two of them flew away and rushed towards the battle circle ahead again.

The two cooperated with each other. Once they entered the battle circle, they encountered the human cultivator and demon cultivator who were fighting. Nie Wushuang first cut a knife in the middle of the battle. As the evil aura rolled out from the Jiuer Flame Sword, the two sides who felt the dangerous battle retreated.

At this time, the black-clad Jie Dan cultivator immediately sent a message, and Nie Wushuang condensed his body and spread his sword in front of the demon cultivator. He was facing the sword, and shouted loudly: "Those who offend me, kill me!"

As he finished speaking, Nie Wushuang slashed the long sword in his hand in the air.

The nine flame sword auras arrived instantly, and countless evil auras wrapped the demon cultivator in an instant.

There was only a shrill scream. In the fireworks and sword energy, the demon cultivator's body was torn apart by the evil spirit and shattered into pieces in the sky.

The rescued monk Jiedan from Black was stunned and stared at Nie Wushuang, asking: "This monk covered in blood, I don't know which sect or which sect is a master. He slashed out with one sword and it was so powerful."

The monk in black beside him also said in a strange tone: "The surname is Nie, and his name is Wushuang."
Chapter completed!