The sky fan cross peak is in full swing.

The fingers and palms are connected and the swords and palms compete for power.

The strong air flow is four times, and the turbulent storm is turbulent.

"It's a pity that Ni Shenyang is here, I can't take action..." In the dark, Le Xunyuan glanced at Ni Shenyang in front of him, and a dark color appeared in his eyes. Thinking of what the clown said the day before yesterday, he had made up a certain determination in his heart.

"Young Master Yuan's strength has become stronger!" Mo Qingchi also browed and said in a low voice.

In Yunhan Fairy Pavilion, Tianji also showed immortal magic. In front of him, an illusory light curtain showed the fierce battle of the Tianfan Cross Peak.

He grabbed a big chicken leg and crossed his legs and looked at it with relish.

At the moment of decisive victory, the Ghost Qi Lord swayed the White Bone Fan and couldn't help but slow down.

The people watching the battle are waiting for breath at the same time.

"There will be no trace in the world."

Zong Hengzi shouted lightly, crossed his swords, and waved them at the same time, and the unparalleled sword energy blocked Yuan Wuji's retreat.

"Rebel-floating hand!"

Yuan Wuji's palms suddenly pressed down, and the strong pressure also further penetrated the ground with his feet deep into the ground, and his body was stagnant. At that moment, Yuan Wuji suddenly approached and printed a palm on Zong Hengzi's heart. At the same time, the two swords also passed through Yuan Wuji's shoulders, splashing two handfuls of blood.

boom!

With a roar, Zong Hengzi's body ejected, and Yuan Wuji's wounds were covered with red blood, and his gorgeous robe was stained.

"Young Master Yuan won!"

Just as the outcome was decided, the murderous intention suddenly came to make people terrified.

The beacon illusion reappeared, accompanied by a hoarse roar, the holy sword appeared behind Yuan Wuji.

"It's the one-front sinner!" Mo Qingchi was stunned and rushed to the battlefield.

"It's him!" Sei Wujue looked complicated, but his actions were not hesitant.

Finally, I saw Jian Zhiji again, Mo Qingchi, and although there were reasons for each, I was unwilling to let Jian Zhiji leave again.

Nowadays, the two Buddhist teachings and Taoism are becoming more and more forced. If they cannot be clarified, the three religions will be divided again. This responsibility cannot be borne by the Confucian school.

...

"The floating hand first changes - clouds and mountains are surrounded by mist!"

Realizing the murderous intent near behind, Yuan Wuji palmed his backhand, and the entire beacon illusion was suddenly covered by thick fog.

And in the thick fog, the mountains are full of shadows, and mirages appear, fascinating eyes.

Yuan Wuji's figure also disappeared.

"Scale removal!"

At this time, another cold sound appeared. The next moment, the demon dragon soared, and the powerful and violent force directly cleared the fog.

Bang!

At this time, Yuan Wuji's palm was already imprinted on Jian Zhijiji's body. Jian Zhiji was suppressed by gravity and his body flew backwards involuntarily. Mo Qingchi and Sui took action at the same time to block Jian Zhijiji.

At this time, a knife behind the scenes was already coming.

"Still use the Demon Indra's Slash!"

puff!

The powerful and violent sword force entered the body, Yuan Wuji vomited blood in his mouth and fell off the cliff.

"Today I will give you a big gift to my good junior brother!"

At this moment, a chuckle came from the bottom of the cliff, and then a sword energy that penetrated into the sky penetrated through Yuan Wuji.

Plop!

Yuan Wuji was hit to the top of the peak, and his body staggered, and blood could not stop spurting out of his mouth.

The successive changes have caused Yuan Wuji to suffer a severe blow.

"It is not free to come, and the dragon soars and phoenixes are hard to collect. The flowers in the hall are drunk, and the sword is frost and the nineteen states are shrouded."

As the Aoran Poetry Call came, a figure with white-clothed white haired fairy-looking figure flew to the top of the fan peak in the sky.

In the distance, Zong Hengzi staggered up, and the sudden change was unexpected, and his eyes swept over the Demon Sword Holy Sword.

He was so familiar with these two magic weapons. In the past few days, his mind has been filled with the scene of Dao Ji being broken by the magic sword.

"It's true that it's the Ghost Qi Lord!"

"It seems that all this is his calculation."

Zonghengzi's eyes are certain, Gu Qiaotian introduces his hand, Yuangong Ningshen sword refers to it—

Chess player!

"Zonghengzi, it's fine if you don't thank me, why do you point the arrow at me?"

The smile on the face of the chess still remained, and he looked at Zong Hengzi calmly.

"My Master Yuan's life can only be decided by me. I will take him to Ling Mei to atone for his sins!" Zonghengzi said firmly just staring at the chess master.

With just a few breaths and several changes in the situation on the field, it was dazzling.

"What a scene where the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole are behind you. If you don't show up, do you want to catch them all in one go? Or..."

In the Eternal Night Theater, Di Ming sat in front of the piano, and in front of him, the screen like a water mirror also reflected the entire situation of the Tianfan Cross Peak.

"Zonghengzi, since you know the destiny of heaven, you should not stop me. This will only allow your killing disaster to come early."

As soon as the words were finished, the chess player pointed out with a point, and the sword energy condensed into one shot straight towards the vertical and horizontal zi.

"Zong Hengzi likes to do the most is to change his fate against the will of heaven!"

Zong Hengzi laughed wildly, and Yuan Gong's arrow came out of his hand.

boom!

The arrow met the sword, and with a bang, Zonghengzi threw it away again, falling into the rocks and struggling.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Immediately, the chess player suddenly turned around, and his sword energy spontaneously rushed towards Yuan Wuji again.

"stop!"

At this moment, a angrily sound came from afar, but Hongchen Xue arrived.

But the sword energy has arrived at this moment.

Bang!

Yuan Wuji turned his palms and stepped back three steps. A hint of hesitation flashed across the Hell Wufeng, but when he thought of Chu Yi, his eyes became firm. The Prison Dragon Slash slashed Yuan Wuji's body in an instant, and a ferocious wound was cut open. With the sword energy at the same time, Yuan Wuji's injuries exploded instantly and was on the verge of death.

"No!"

With a shrill roar, the snow in the world fell on the top of the peak, hugging Yuan Wuji who was lying in a pool of blood, and tears rolled to the ground.

"How could this be? How could this be?"

It was not until this moment that Hong Chenxue realized that his feelings for Yuan Wuji had become unusual without realizing it.

She knew Yuan Wuji's strength very well, but she also felt the power of the people who besieged Yuan Wuji.

In addition, witnessing it with your own eyes, although I was extremely shocked, I had no doubts.

"Hong...xue..."

Yuan Wuji stretched out his bloody palm and stroked Hong Chenxue's cheeks tremblingly. His eyes, which had always been arrogant, have become dim at this moment. "Hug...sorry..."

With a sorry voice, Yuan Wuji's arm suddenly became weak and slid to the ground.

"No……"

Hongchen Xue roared and hugged Yuan Wuji's body tightly. No matter how complicated the relationship was, it seemed that it was no longer important at this moment.

And for the moment Yuan Wuji died, dozens of miles away, a figure appeared out of thin air. It was Yuan Wuji who was lying in a pool of blood.

He has used the "stand-in-one doll" drawn by Xianwu. The doll has suffered all the injuries on his body and can remain unchanged for a day.

It is precisely because of this that Yuan Wuji has the ability to use this method.

I believe that this scene will make both the Lord Gui Qi and Di Ming temporarily put aside their doubts about whether his subordinate body is Guan Jiuzhou.

Especially the Lord of Gui Qi, who is one good and one evil, has the most suspicion that the chess player and the one who observes Jiuzhou is the same.

With the relationship between the original Prince Yuan and Guan Jiuzhou, Di Ming has always suspected that Prince Yuan and Guan Jiuzhou have always been the same person.

But now, with today's battle, everything will change.

Then, Yuan Wuji turned into Guan Jiuzhou, stepped on the sword energy, and suddenly appeared at the Tianfan Cross Peak.

"Zhiqi Ke, you angered me!"

Guan Jiuzhou suddenly appeared, and at the same time, the six sword energy emitted from the fingertips at the same time.

"My good junior brother, have you finally got rid of my formation? Unfortunately, it's too late! Hahaha..."

The chess player laughed loudly and used his finger to make a sword. "Junior brother, I was your subordinate before, and now it's your turn."

Holding a chess and watching Jiuzhou point the sword at each other, the powerful power of the army was activated, and each took several steps back.

"The Sword of the Dead!"

The chess player moves the innate sword energy of the body and breaks the body again, and suddenly a sword of death containing all kinds of negative emotions condenses, and then breaks through the air and kills Guan Jiuzhou.

"Nine Yang Divine Sword!"

When looking at the Jiuzhou, the first thing is to do is the second most outstanding Nine Yangs and the Nine Yang Sword Qi condensed into a stream, as if it could split the stars and slash it down with a bang.

The sudden decisive battle shocked everyone.
Chapter completed!