Under the moonlight, Xie Feihong and the leader of the Dalukshasa Sect who came alone looked at each other and spoke first: "To be honest, Sect Master, you came earlier than I expected."

"It's getting late," said the leader of the Dalusha Sect with a calm expression: "If you delay for a few more days, I'm afraid Brother Bei Ming will only see my tablet."

Xie Feihong signaled to Beiming Villa with transparent lights in the distance: "Don't you say hello if you don't go to your son?"

"...No need," the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "This level of battle is too early for him. As for the others... I have explained to him before. Even if there are any doubts, there are Yun Angel and the others."

"Have you considered it clearly?" In fact, the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect did not come directly to the door, but directly revealed his aura here. Xie Feihong had already guessed that he obviously didn't want too many people to watch the battle. But out of the fact that he didn't want the other party's father and son to see the last time, Xie Feihong said: "You are likely to die this time!"

"I have never doubted this," said the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect with a calm expression: "What I hope now is to die in a happy battle, rather than to die."

"You will get what you want," Xie Feihong looked at the other party deeply and then held his hand on the hilt of his knife: "Is there anything else I want to say?"

"If I die, I hope Brother Beiming, you can teach me that incompetent son for me," the leader of the Dalukshasa Sect said in a deep voice: "He is too young!"

Xie Feihong held the thumb of the scabbard and pushed it out the three-inch blade: "I try my best."

"Thank you!" The leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect also waved his hands, and the soul-devouring of the gods was held in his hands: "Then... please let me fight without regrets!"

“…I try my best!”

As Xie Feihong finished speaking, a glance of sword light burst into this world!

The unparalleled sharpness instantly appeared in front of the leader of the Great Luosha Sect, as if time and space could not act on!

"Good come!"

Looking at the extremely beautiful light in front of you! Feel the sharp edge that makes you feel heart-throbbing and cold! The leader of the Dalukshasa Sect did not retreat but advanced, and the soul-devouring danced directly turned into a strong wind, which whistled and affected the sword light that was close to you!

I have to admit that the Dalukshasa Sect in front of me is worthy of being the strongest among the sect leaders of all generations! Even in the entire world of magical weapons, he is considered a ruthless character!

Facing Xie Feihong's quick and sharp knife, his stick was not inferior!

With one blow, he directly smashed Xie Feihong's sharp sword light! Then he kept turning, and the wind and thunder surged, and continued to smash on Xie Feihong!

Faced with the attack of the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect like a mountain, Xie Feihong also did not look at all afraid on his face. He slashed his sword again and carried the power of the Nine Heavens!

Boom boom boom boom!

The light bursting from the knife and stick echoes!

The aftermath spread between the battles made the mountains and rivers turbulent!

For a time, with the two of them taking action one after another, at the center of the battle between the two sides, whether it was the grass, trees, snow and stones, they all turned into nothing! Countless cracks appeared between the mountains, like a land of drought and a wasteland of scorched earth!

As old opponents who have fought twice, the two are very familiar with each other, so there is no so-called trial move. Once both sides take action, they try their best to fight quickly. In an instant, nearly a hundred moves were all sprinkled on each other!

"Okay, this is the battle I'm looking forward to! This is the hero who can make my blood boil!"

It seemed that the increasingly fierce battle made the battle blood of the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect become more and more boiling. With the howling sound, the fighting spirit emitted by the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect gradually began to materialize! It began to burn around it like a fiery fire, making the soul-devouring stick in his hand become more and more cruel! At the same time, it was getting heavier and heavier!

Xie Feihong is also unambiguous. With the waving of the long sword, a phantom of an ancient war god that seemed to be a substantial one also stood behind Xie Feihong. With the opening and closing of the sword, its long sword also exuded unprecedented power!

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing endlessly!

The aftermath of the vibration made the sky move!

Under the cold moon, two warriors who reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the battle between the mysterious world of magic weapons and Xuanqiu, gave all their hot cities to martial arts, and competed with the snow peak!

No matter how good the song is, it will be finished!

No matter how good the moves are, there will be a beginning!

As the battle became increasingly fierce, the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect also felt that his limit was getting closer and closer to him. In order not to leave regrets for himself, the Great Rakshasa Sect resolutely used the strongest move he could master now!

When the soul-devouring danced, even the gaze of Rakshasa, the lord of the Western evil god in Jiuyou, was in the eyes of the evil gods, and the immortals and gods above the sky were shocked!

Xie Feihong is also not willing to be outdone. When the long sword is raised, natural disasters are revealed. When the long sword is swung, everything will end!

It was an unprecedented brilliance, transcending all the beautiful light!

It was a terrifying hurricane, and it seemed as if mountains were about to rise from the ground!

But the beauty will eventually end. Although the light is beautiful, it cannot retain time. Although the hurricane is strong, it will eventually dissipate.

As the light disappeared and the aftermath fell silent, Xie Feihong and the Great Rakshasa Sect had stopped, exchanged their previous positions, and turned their backs to each other. At the same time, a blood hole appeared on Xie Feihong's shoulder, and a terrifying knife wound spanning his chest and abdomen appeared on the golden armor of the Great Rakshasa Sect leader!

"Why don't you cut in?" The leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect said without looking back: "I remember I said that I hope to die in the battle more than waiting for the deadline to come!"

"Aren't you the same?" Xie Feihong replied expressionlessly: "You had the chance to pierce my chest just now, but you chose my shoulder!"

"You and I are different," said the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect: "I am destined to die. Even if I don't die in your hands, I will not live long."

"Is this considered accepting one's fate?" Xie Feihong said.

"I really want to refuse," said the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect, mocking himself: "It's a pity that I have no choice."

"Then I'll give you a choice," said Xie Feihong, after taking something out of his arms, threw it behind him with his backhand, allowing it to fall accurately on the hand that the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect extended in his next life, and then continued: "Although Yanshen Liquid may not be very symptomatic, there is still no problem in solving your symptoms."

What?

The pupils of the Great Rakshasa Sect Master couldn't help but shrink, and subconsciously turned around and looked at Xie Feihong who left without looking back.

It was also at this moment that Xie Feihong's voice came again: "You should take care of your own son, I'm very busy..."
Chapter completed!