The sword fairy Wen Liang drew his sword directly.
But everything was already too late. The next moment, the great demon Lu Huan pierced Gu Zixi's chest with his five fingers like blades. He laughed wildly and said: "What scholars in the Confucian Academy? Scholars only focus on reading. What does this world's disputes have to do with you?"
Dry?"
Gu Zixi sobbed silently, blood spurted from his mouth, and his eyes were blood red. Before leaving, the practices of his brothers and the teachings of his teachers came to mind one by one, but he never regretted coming to the Snowy Tianchi. If he wanted to die, he would
Let him die, Gu Zixi. A person who cannot get out of the twelve realms in this life will die if he cannot be beaten. However, it is just a pity. I still want to see Mr. again, I want to say sorry to Mr., and I still want to talk to my brothers.
After a drink, I also wanted to see her again. It was not that she missed my practice in this life, but that I missed her. I don’t blame her.
In this battle, I Gu Zixi died in peace.
Before dying, Gu Zixi turned a mouthful of blood into a glyph and hit the big demon's forehead so hard that the skull of the big demon Lu Huan was cracked and his whole head was burnt to black. This irritated this guy even more.
Big demon.
"Let you die without a complete body!"
The big demon Lu Yan punched out, and Gu Zixi's head suddenly turned into a blood mist.
…
Gu Zixi lost because of his lack of strength.
The big demon Lu Huan grabbed one of the legs of Gu Zixi's corpse and suddenly threw it in the direction of Wen Liang. He sneered: "Your junior brother will give it back to you, although it's a little incomplete."
"Asshole!"
Wen Liang was so full of sword intent that he almost broke his teeth with hatred.
Chen Wanli stood up, looked at the big demon Lu Huan, and said: "Since you have won, why don't you go back!?"
Lu Huan laughed and turned into a shadow and disappeared in the northern sky.
Kill people and attack your heart.
Obviously, Wen Liang's heart was disturbed.
…
"Chu Shuai."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "The behavior of the great demon Lu Huan is undoubtedly to anger Wen Liang. Wen Liang must not go into battle in the next game. He should be allowed to calm down before talking."
Chu Huaixi said: "I don't have the power to set up the formation, and I can't do anything about it."
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth. Indeed, the influence of the Tianchi Army was too small. Although he was the master of the Snowy Tianchi, in fact once the troops of the Five Palaces arrived, the Tianchi Army had become the weakest one.
In the distance, the dull voice sounded again: "The second game, the demon clan wins! The third game, come again!"
…
In the air, the sound of rolling thunder exploded, and a wisp of sword light flew from the north. I saw a big demon standing on the sword light, with a long sword on his back. He cupped his fists and smiled: "Monster clan, Feng Xun
, Twelve realms, please enlighten me!”
Among the crowd of humans, the one-armed swordsman Wen Liang rose into the sky with a flash of sword light, frowning and said: "Human race, Wen Liang, twelve realms!"
It’s a duel between two twelve-level sword immortals!
Sword cultivators have many advantages over ordinary spiritual cultivators. Firstly, sword cultivators are extremely lethal. Secondly, with the assistance of flying swords, they can often attack and kill powerful enemies by surprise. Wen Liang and his opponent are both twelfth realm sword cultivators.
, no one takes advantage, but the opponent is a demon clan, physically strong, so when the war begins, Wen Liang is actually at a disadvantage.
"Please enlighten me, Human Sword Immortal!"
Feng Xun's eyes were full of sarcasm, and he said: "Don't die too quickly, otherwise it will be boring."
With that said, Feng Xun drew his sword directly, and suddenly dozens of sword lights went straight towards Wen Liang!
Wen Liang drew his sword as fast as lightning, and carried the sword with his left hand. His body rose straight up in the air, and then he dropped the sword and shouted: "One sword, Jiuzhou Han!"
The cold sword intent fell from the sky, and the sky was filled with splashing ice flowers!
The sound of sword light clashing was endless. Wen Liang just struck the sword and dispersed dozens of Feng Zun's sword energy. Not only that, a cold sword light broke through the wind and struck heavily.
On top of Feng Xun's protective sword, Feng Xun immediately put away his smile at this moment. In terms of sword intention and swordsmanship, he has actually lost a lot. This gentle man may not look good in appearance, but his sword intention is strong and his sword energy is sharp.
Yi Jian Jiuzhou Han's move has a vague feeling of triggering the celestial phenomena!
A sword cultivator who can influence the weather of heaven and earth with his sword intention is the beginning of the legendary Thirteenth Realm!
"I can't keep you!"
Feng Zun's eyes instantly became very sharp, and he raised his long swords one after another, and the sword light filled the sky and crushed him. He even approached Wen Liang with his body, and a sword dropped from the sky and hit Wen Liang.
Wen Liang was still angry at this time, and he drew his sword fiercely. The Jiuzhou Han sword was extremely profound, and he was like a dark blue dragon swimming in the glacier, and wisps of sword intention condensed into sharp sword energy.
After only a few dozen sword strikes, Feng Zun's body was already left with sword marks one after another. However, the demon clan's body is too strong, and the demon clan that has practiced to the twelfth realm of swordsmanship is even more demonic. The more serious the injuries, the more...
Yue became more ferocious, holding a sword, and held out three natal flying swords, biting Wen Liang tightly.
In the air, Wen Liang's figure suddenly plummeted, and he launched a flying sword to block Feng Zun's two flying swords. Then the second flying sword appeared, turning into a sharp ray of light and piercing Feng Zun's left arm.
"court death!"
Feng Xun was injured but did not die. With a roar, the third flying sword also passed over Wen Liang's shoulder, leaving Wen Liang's first injury in this battle.
"I am gentle and kind..."
Wen Liang roared angrily: "You can fight in the Thirteenth Realm, but are you afraid of you, a demon clan in the Twelfth Realm?"
The sharp sword fell straight down, and Feng Zun suddenly felt that his body was about to be split into two. The sight of the sword made his heart tremble. However, at this moment, Feng Zun let out a low roar, and the blood in his body returned to its ancestors, wisps of it.
Golden runes appeared all over the bones of the body, forcibly sealing the body that was about to be split open by a sword. At the same time, his sword also pierced Wen Liang's chest.
…
"laugh!"
Blood splashed, and Wen Liang's body swayed in the wind, but he still managed to stand firm, his eyes were blood red, and he murmured: "Gu Zixi died in the battle, how can I, Wen Liang, have the dignity to go back to see my husband? It doesn't matter, you Feng Zong is a monster."
You are a genius at swordsmanship, right? I am just a swordsman from the martial arts world, but I would be worth it for you!"
With that said, Wen Liang drew his sword again.
Feng Xun's injuries were increasing, but he had a plan in mind. Before leaving, the voice of that person fell on his heart like a brand, making him not dare to disobey him. In this battle, Feng Xun could die.
, but the Monster Race must win this battle.
Therefore, Feng Zun just used his ancestral bloodline to seal his body, and kept using his sword unscrupulously. When the sword light fell on Wen Liang one after another, his own body was also as tattered as cotton wool by the opponent's sword energy.
Finally, the chaotic sword light in the sky suddenly stopped.
The two twelfth-level sword immortals separated, and Wen Liang walked towards Tianchi Mountain step by step. There were sword marks all over his body. When he landed on the snowy Tianchi, the sword in his hand couldn't help but scream. This man
The sword cultivator of the Twelve Levels of the Human race vomited blood and fell to his knees slumped on the ground. The moment he fell, his life force was cut off.
"In the third game, the demon clan wins!"
In the distance, the dull voice sounded again.
The big demon Feng Zhun turned his back to Wen Liang. After taking dozens of steps, the look on his face was very complicated. The moment he took another step, he finally couldn't suppress the chaotic sword energy in his body, and his body let out a "chi" sound.
It was split in two from the middle, and the blood from his internal organs flowed all over the floor, and he died miserably on the spot. In fact, if it were not for the strong physical factor of the demon clan's ancestral bloodline, Feng Zhuo might have died before Wen Liang, and Wen Liang might even have not had to die at all.
, because in the way of swordsmanship, Wen Liang is indeed superior!
The air seemed to still be echoing Wen Liang's words when he struck out that sword——
"I am gentle enough to fight in the Thirteenth Realm, but am I still afraid of you, a demon clan in the Twelfth Realm?"
…
Hundreds of miles away, a group of great demons used their supernatural powers to observe the battlefield.
An old ape carrying two swords had a complicated expression.
Bai Lan, a thirteenth-level sword cultivator, he recognized this Wen Liang. Indeed, Bai Lan, a twelve-level sword cultivator from the human race, had never taken it seriously, but this Wen Liang was an exception. He cut off his right arm with one sword.
It's true, but the other party also slashed his head with a sword. If it weren't for the physical strength of the Thirteenth Realm Monster Clan, Bai Lan might have capsized in the gutter.
What's more, after this Wen Liang's right arm was cut off, he started practicing the sword with his left hand. With his terrifying swordsmanship talent, he actually practiced the sword with his left hand to such a peak level. If this Wen Liang still had his right hand, he could use the sword with both hands.
, can the big demon Feng Zhuo still drag Wen Liang to death in battle? I'm afraid it's simply impossible. Within thirty rounds, the big demon Feng Zhuo may be hacked to death by this human swordsman.
"Feng Xun wins!"
The great demon Yuzao smiled slightly.
"Did you win?"
Bai Lan frowned and said: "No matter how you look at it, Feng Xun didn't win. Even if he did win, it would be particularly disgraceful. That gentle man... it's a pity..."
All the great demons smiled and nodded. Who dared to refute what Thirteenth Level Sword Cultivator Bai Lan said?
…
"The third game!"
Above the snow-covered Tianchi, Qin Suihan's Heaven-reaching Dharma Image said in a deep voice: "The demon clan is out to fight!"
"I'm coming too!"
In the air, a figure flew over. He was still a sword cultivator from the Twelve Realm Demon Clan. He transformed into the appearance of a young human race man. He had oily hair and a pink face. Although he was handsome, he looked very disgusting no matter how he looked at it.
It felt like he stood like this in the air and said with a smile: "My opponent...could he be a human fairy?"
Among the crowd, Lin Qing'er, the master of Changming Mountain, rose into the sky with a flash of sword light.
"Human race, Lin Qing'er, twelve realms!"
"Monster clan, Wen Hao, ten..."
Before the other party could finish speaking, Lin Qing'er's sword had already struck him!
"Hey hey hey..."
The big demon named Wen Hao hurriedly shouted: "Fairy, don't be so hasty to take action. Let's chat and chat, maybe we can even find an in-law. You are not married, I am not married, you see..."
Lin Qing'er's sword light passed by, and the great demon Wen Hao suddenly did not dare to speak anymore. Such a sharp sword energy, this twelve-level swordsman is probably stronger than the gentle one just now!
"My life is at an end..."
He frowned and had an ominous feeling. Not only was this female Sword Immortal beautiful, she also had an extremely murderous aura!
Lin Qing'er showed no mercy when she drew her sword. She felt like a mirror in her heart. She could not lose, and she could not afford to lose. Once she lost, the world of the human race would be over, and Xiao Jiu'er would have no master. When she thought of Xiao Jiu'er, she would not have herself.
She felt very sad when she saw such a master and was helpless, so she had to win!
Fortunately, the strength of this big demon is just that!
