He stepped forward and gently pressed his right hand on the handle of the simple sword at his waist.

"Perhaps today, all can come to an end."

He said faintly.

Seeing this calm, Xin could not help but immediately drank: "kill this man!"

"Kill!" All the masters of the sanctuary rush up.

"Killed?"

In the white night, Yuanli all gathered in the right arm, ignoring the master of the holy yard. The target pointed at the Xin incessantly, and the dead Dragon Sword trembled instantly. In the dark, it was as if you could hear a dragon chant...

"that sword?" Xin incessant, eyes suddenly cool, suddenly aware of what, people crazy retreat.

Sonorous!

A golden awn cut through the sky and fell down.

Bang!

The earth trembled in an instant, and all the masters of the holy yard were submerged.

The terrible sword swings to the four sides, countless holy courtyard buildings turn into fragments, the scene is earth shaking!

The whole sanctuary was shaking.

The violent noise seems to spread all over the king's capital!

Countless people look in the direction of the pilgrimage.

Xin Duan was shocked by the sword. His face turned white and his mouth spat out blood. He stood firm and looked at the martial arts field, where it had turned into ruins...

all the masters of the holy yard were dead, and the man wearing the mask... Had disappeared without a trace...

"the dead Dragon..."

for a long time, Xin Duan slowly spat out these two words.

...

"people in the water, come out quickly!"

Beside the calm lake, Long Yue shouts.

Chen Canghai and others were stunned and their faces changed.

"Don't worry. Come out quickly. I'm a friend of white night." Seeing that there was no movement in the lake, Longyue said again.

White night? Younger martial brother Bai?

Hearing the sound, Chen Canghai rushed out of the lake with the crowd.

Seeing that there was only a young girl on the shore, people were suspicious.

"Who is the girl?"

"No more? White night's friends, you brainless people, almost killed Bai Ye, don't you know? " Long Yue's lovely little nose wrinkled and hummed.

"Kill younger martial brother Bai?" Chen Canghai didn't understand. What was the relationship between their actions and the white night?

"Bai Ye joined the Tibetan dragon Academy. Today, the holy court challenged the Tibetan dragon Academy. Seeing that you did not go to war, he worried about whether you had any action, so he asked me to investigate. Unexpectedly, you were killed here! Who do you think Xin Chuan is? Can you kill all the wastes of Qi soul state alone? Even if there is a broken Dharma array at the bottom of the lake, it's no use. At night, I wanted to stop you, but it's too late

, so I'll try to lure Xin Duan away and let me dissuade you! " Long Yue tells the process.

Chen Canghai was surprised and angry: "younger martial brother Bai, why are you so stupid? We are absolutely sure to get rid of the thief, why does he want to stop us? What's more, I'm going to attract you in person? Isn't this the way to kill yourself? "

"I don't know if he will die, but if you do, you will die! I think you don't even know what your real strength is? " Long Yue hums coldly, suddenly the momentum is released!

In a flash, Chen Canghai and others even stood unsteadily, as if a mountain was on everyone's shoulder.

"But you can't stand the intensity of the first level of Jue Hun state. If you continue to release the soul pressure, I'm afraid you will all become meat sauce!" Long moon light road.

Several people's hair is cold, look at each other.

Level 1 of Jue Hun state? We need to know that Wei Qinghou is the peak of juexingjing state, and he still can't get a bargain in front of Xin Quan. Can you really kill him only by a few of them?

"White night, let me tell you, wait quietly, concentrate on practice, do not forget the original intention!" Long Yue said.

Several people were silent. Chen Canghai nodded his head and said, "it's our recklessness. Miss, you said that younger martial brother Bai had led Xin endless away. Where is he now?"

However, as soon as the words were said, a sudden explosion came from the distance...

...

... Br >

after the sword of the dead dragon came out of its sheath, the white night immediately left the sanctuary.

When they arrived at the gate of the Tibetan dragon courtyard, the two talented men were in full swing.

The white night breathed heavily and could not hold on any longer. He went to the back of the crowd and leaned against the wall to regulate his internal strength.

And in the middle, the shadow of the sword appeared.

Both of them are masters of using swords. One has no sword in his hand, but he is nicknamed crazy sword. The other is ordinary but has a supreme meaning.

Mo Jian holds the sword and waves it gently. It is not fast, slow, amazing and plain.

His sword, as if integrated into the heaven and earth, hidden between the invisible.

The wind Xiaoyao is like a ghost, running around Mo Jian.

He pinched his finger with one hand, and his soul power danced on his fingertips, like the sharpest sword, shuttling through the simple sword in Mo Jian's hand.

His purpose is to take the sword!

For swordsmen, the sword is more important than life!If a swordsman loses his sword, he is defeated.

However, Feng Xiaoyao's swordsmanship is the opposite. His purpose is to seize the sword and to treat him with his own way.

As long as he takes Mo Jian's sword, he will win the match.

Mo Jian's expression is always indifferent, such as clouds and breeze.

But the wind Xiaoyao is more and more fanatical, the soul force in his hand is more fierce, and he is facing the seat like a storm.

In the middle of the sky, the soul power is surging, blooming flowers, and people around are amazed.

"Seal!"

Wind Xiaoyao a low drink, the whole body soul force suddenly into your thousands of silk, block Mo Jian. His body shape suddenly retreats innumerable, hands quickly knead the sword formula, behind him flickers a strange and ferocious spirit shadow.

"Spirit of the sick wolf! From its halo, it shows that... It is the six heavenly spirits in the sky

Exclamations exploded.

Mo Jian looks indifferent, gazing at the breeze.

However, he saw that Feng Xiaoyao's body was swinging, his hands were palms, and they were all together. He raised them over his head, and then he gave a big drink. People rushed towards Mo Jian like a sharp sword.

Roar!

The roar of the sword resounded through the world.

The fury of the sword seemed to tear the sky.

All the people in the lower part of the army were forced to retreat by the terrible soul force and sword force!

Wind carefree this move, actually faintly has the flavor of potential.

White night immediately looks at Mo Jian.

He didn't break the soul power silk of wind and carefree, let alone that it took time and energy. Once he turned his attention to the spiritual silk, it would only leave a bigger flaw.

He took a deep breath and took a sword flower. Suddenly, a large number of dark blue patterns flashed on the simple sword, which was like tortoise shell.

Bang Dong!

The wind is carefree and carefree, and it hits Mo Jian fiercely. The soul power is like a spatter of sparks. It spreads around. The fury of soul power is released. There is only destruction and silence that can swallow everything in the sky.

The shock wave generated by the collision rolled to the four sides, and some buildings around it were directly destroyed, the crowd was overturned, and even the gate of the Tibetan dragon house was continuously cracked, which shows its fierce power.

After a while, the soul gradually dissipated.

People came from the panic and looked at the center in a hurry.

People looked, the soul power gradually dissipated, and soon the cry of alarm sounded.

Mo Jian held the sword in one hand and pressed the handle of the sword with the other hand. His spirit was released from his body like a flood. Yuan Li had already started. Behind him, a huge mysterious turtle's soul seal was floating slowly.

The tortoise was pale gold, and it was full of shock.

The pupils are slightly tight in the light night.

The soul of the mysterious turtle in the sky?

The blade of the sword twinkles green and forms a huge tortoise shell centered on the sword, which perfectly blocks the soul power of the wind.

Wind Xiaoyao, this terrible blow, was blocked!

His eyes were tight, but he saw that Mo Jian suddenly reversed the edge of the sword. The simple and unsophisticated body of the sword trembled vigorously. The wind was carefree, and the sharp pen of the sword went straight.

"Bad!"

"Feng Xiaoyao is going to lose!"

The voice rose.

At this critical moment...

Feng Xiaoyao suddenly raised his hand and blasted towards the sword tip.

Want to block the war with flesh and blood?

The expression of the white night is tight, and I feel it is not right.

Not good!

The wind is carefree, five fingers are tightly clasped, as if grasping something.

Whoa.

At this time, a strange sound came out, and a blood red mist exploded.

Mo Jian is completely shrouded in the fog. The wind is carefree. The corners of his mouth are ferocious. He rushes in. The terrifying spirit moves at his fingertips and stabs the figure in the fog.

"Is this the powder for trapping souls?" The white night turned pale.

"Mean!"

The people of the Tibetan dragon house were indignant and rushed to the front together.

The wind does not hesitate to rush to the wind.

In a fair fight, except for weapons, other pills, utensils and magic weapons are not allowed to be used. This is the rule. However, Feng Xiaoyao openly breaks the rules and hurts people secretly. How can people not be angry?

But the public is slow in the end, the wind Xiaoyao launched a sneak attack is too sudden.

Bang!

At the same time, two figures burst out of the fog.

Feng Xiaoyao takes the lead in landing, but he repeatedly retreats. His fingers have been bent and broken, and the corners of his mouth are overflowing with blood.

Mo Jian, on the other hand, is also hard to bear. His chest is cracked, his flesh and blood are blurred, and his soul Qi is collapsing. However, it is shocking that his soul power has a magical healing ability, which is rapidly healing his wounds.

"Changing the spirit of heaven?"

The white night looks tight.

It's no wonder that Mo Jian can become the top master in the Tibetan dragon Academy. How can he be a general person with seven heaven variations? However, since he used the sword, how could he be such an obvious defensive spirit?There was an uproar all around.

As soon as the disciples of the Tibetan dragon academy rushed up, they were forced to retreat by the people of the holy courtyard. The two sides were tit for tat, and the scene was somewhat uncontrollable.

"Stop it all!"

The speech breeze light drinks a, walked out.

"Dean Yan, it seems that the people in the Tibetan dragon house can't afford to lose." Muzi suddenly opened his mouth.

"Fair competition, unauthorized use of utensils, wind Xiaoyao seriously violated the rules of the duel, Mu Xianshi, shouldn't you give me an account?" The wind of words is deep.

There are so many people here. Even if Muqi doesn't pay attention to the Tibetan dragon courtyard, he should also be afraid of the name of the holy courtyard.

"Feng Xiaoyao, did you use anything just now?" Muqi turned his head and questioned the wind.

"No, it was just a kind of soul skill I practiced just now." The wind is carefree.

"Fart, what soul skill do you cultivate that can release the same effect as soul trapping powder?" There was an immediate rebuttal.

But the wind Xiaoyao is sneering: "the frog at the bottom of the well, short-sighted, the whole world, all kinds of strange, you have not seen many."

"In this case, please let the wind be carefree. You can do that again in public."

"It's hard. I can't do it now because I'm injured." The wind shook his head.

When they heard this, they were angry and angry.

It's a denial.

"President Yan, you have also heard that Feng Xiaoyao has not violated any regulations. His skill just now is his soul skill." Muqi said with a smile.

The white night shook his head. He had seen the face of the court man.

The chill in Yan Feng's eyes is getting thicker, and he has not spoken.

"Teacher, it doesn't matter. Don't worry about them. Let's forget it." Mo Jian, who had been breathing for a moment, stood up and drank to the wind Xiaoyao: "fengxiaoyao, I thought you were an opponent who could fight first, but I didn't expect you to be so mean. From now on, you don't even have the qualification to be my opponent. In fact, even if you fail in this competition, I will not abolish your cultivation, but you are worried about failure. With this despicable method, your holy yard can If you turn black and white upside down, the eyes of the people around you are bright. If you win or lose, you will be clear at a glance. After today, you will lose your reputation! "

The wind is carefree to listen, the eyes are cold, is about to speak, but is stopped by Muqi.

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