"Junior brother!"

The sword immortal Wen Liang drew his sword directly.

But it was too late. The next moment, the big monster reed pierced Gu Zixi's chest like a blade, and laughed wildly: "What scholars in the Confucian Academy, scholars are devoted to studying. What does this world dispute have to do with you?"

Gu Zixi whimpered silently, blood squirted from his mouth, and his eyes were red. Before leaving, the practice of his brothers and his teacher's teachings appeared in his mind one by one, but he never regretted coming to the Snowland Tianchi. If he wanted to die, he would die. Gu Zixi would be fine. A person who could not get out of the twelve realms in this life would die if he could not beat him. But this is just a pity. He wanted to see his husband again, saying sorry to him, and he also wanted to drink with his brothers and brothers, and he also wanted to see her again. It was not that she had missed her practice in this life, but that he had missed her, and it was not that she was blamed.

In this battle, Gu Zixi died in peace.

Before his death, Gu Zixi turned a mouthful of blood into a Scripture and slammed heavily on the demon's forehead, causing the demon's skull to crack and his entire head burned to black, which further stimulated the demon.

"Let you die without a complete corpse!"

The big demon Lu Wu 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 Wu grabbed one of Gu Zixi's legs, suddenly threw it in Wen Liang's direction, and sneered: "Your junior brother will give it to you again, although it's a bit incomplete."

"Damn it!"

Wen Liang was covered in sword intent, and he almost clenched his teeth with hatred.

Chen Wanli stood up, looked at the big demon Lu Wu, and said, "Since you win, don't you get back!"

Lu Jun laughed and turned into a phantom and disappeared into the northern sky.

Kill people and attack your heart.

Obviously, Wenliang's heart was already in chaos.

...

"Ship Chu."

Lin Zhao frowned and said, "The behavior of the big demon Lu Wu is undoubtedly to anger Wen Liang. In the next game, Wen Liang must not go on the battlefield. He should calm down before talking."

Chu Huaixi said: "I can't help but set up the formation."

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth. Indeed, the influence of the Tianchi Army was too small. Although he was the master of Tianchi in the Snowland, in fact, when the troops of the Five Great Halls 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 thunder rolling sounded, and a ray of sword light flew from the north. A big monster stood above the sword light, carrying a long sword behind him, and smiled with a fist: "Demon clan, Feng Qi, Twelve realms, please give me advice!"

Among the human crowd, Wen Liang, the one-armed sword immortal, stepped on a sword light and frowned, saying, "Human, Wen Liang, Twelve realms!"

It's a showdown between two twelve-level sword immortals!

Sword cultivators have a much advantage over ordinary spiritual cultivators. First of all, the sword cultivators have a great lethality. Secondly, with the help of flying swords, they can often accidentally attack and kill powerful enemies. Wen Liang and the other party are both twelve-level sword cultivators, and no one takes advantage. However, the other party is a demon clan with a strong body, so when the war begins, Wen Liang is actually at a disadvantage.

"Please give me advice, the human sword immortal!"

Feng Yan's eyes were filled with sneering, and he said, "Don't die too quickly, otherwise it will be boring."

As he said that, Feng Liang drew his sword directly and immediately dozens of sword lights rushed straight to Wen Liang!

Wen Liang drew his sword like lightning, and he used his left hand to move his sword. His body rose straight in the air, and then he fell down and shouted: "One sword, Jiuzhou Han!"

Chehan's sword intent fell from the sky, and the sky was filled with ice flowers splashing everywhere!

The sound of sword light hitting endlessly. Wen Liang broke through Feng Yan's dozens of sword energy with just one sword. Moreover, not only that, a cold sword light broke through Feng Yan and slashed heavily on Feng Yan's protective sword aura. At this moment, Feng Yan directly put away his smile. He had actually lost the sword intent and sword technique. Wen Liang seemed to be not good at appearance, but his sword intent was strong and his sword energy was sharp. The tricks of Jiuzhou Han of this sword had a vague feeling of triggering the celestial phenomena!

A sword cultivator who can use his sword intent to activate the weather of heaven and earth is the legendary thirteen realms!

"You can't be kept!"

Feng Liang's eyes instantly became very sharp. Long swords rose one after another, and sword lights were crushed across the sky, and even their bodies were approaching. A sword falling from the sky hit Wen Liang.

Wen Liang was still angry at this time, and his sword was sharp. The artistic conception of Jiuzhou Han was extremely deep. He was like a deep blue dragon swimming in the glacier. Strands of sword intent condensed into sharp sword energy. After just a few dozen swords, there were already sword marks on Feng Liang's body. However, the body of the demon clan was too strong. The demon clan who had cultivated to the twelve level sword cultivator was even more monster. The more severe the injury, the more fierce the more he was. He carried a sword and sacrificed three natal flying swords, and bit Wen Liang tightly.

In the air, Wen Liang's body suddenly fell sharply, and he used a flying sword to block Feng Liang's two flying swords. Then the second flying sword appeared, turning into a sharp light and pierced Feng Liang's left arm.

"court death!"

Feng Qi was injured but did not die. With a roar, the third flying sword also flew over Wen Liang's shoulders, leaving Wen Liang's first injury in this battle.

"I'm gentle..."

Wen Liang roared angrily: "If you can fight in the Thirteenth Realm, are you still afraid of you, the Twelve-level Demon Clan?"

The sword fell straight, and Feng Yan felt that his body was about to be divided into two. The scenery of the sword made his heart tremble. However, at this moment, Feng Yan roared, and the blood in his body returned to his ancestors. Straws of golden runes appeared in all parts of the bones of his body, and sealed the body that was about to be split by a sword. At the same time, his sword also pierced Wen Liang's chest.

...

"laugh!"

Blood splattered, Wen Liang's body shook in the wind, but he still struggled to stand firm, his eyes red, and he murmured: "Gu Zixi died in battle. I, Wen Liang, have the face to go back to see the sir. Whether it is, you Feng Yan is a genius of the sword cultivator of the demon clan, right? I am a mere swordsman in the martial arts world, it would be worth it if you were a worthwhile!"

As he said that, Wen Liang set out his sword again.

Feng Qi was injured more and more, but he had plans in his mind. Before leaving, the voice of the man fell in his heart like a mark, making him dare not disobey. In this battle, Feng Qi could die, but the demon clan must win this victory.

Therefore, Feng Qiong just used his bloodline to seal his body, and kept drawing his sword unscrupulously. While sword lights fell on Wen Liang's body, his body was also ragged as cotton wool by the opponent's sword energy.

Finally, the chaotic sword light in the air suddenly stopped.

The two twelve-level sword immortals separated their bodies, Wen Liang walked towards Tianchi Mountain step by step, with sword marks everywhere. When he landed on the snowy Tianchi Lake, the long sword in his hand couldn't help but cry out. The human twelve-level sword cultivator vomited blood and knelt down dejectedly. The moment he fell down, his life energy was cut off.

"The third game, the demon clan won!"

In the distance, the dull sounded again.

The big demon Feng Qi turned his back to Wen Liang. After walking dozens of steps, his face looked very complicated. Just as he took another step, he finally couldn't block the messy sword energy in his body. His body split into two with a "sneer", and his internal organs were bleeding all over the ground, and he died tragically on the spot. In fact, if it weren't for the powerful physical factor of the demon clan's ancestral bloodline, Feng Qi might have died before Wen Liang, and even Wen Liang might not have to die at all, because Wen Liang was indeed better in the swordsmanship!

In the air, Wen Liang's shouting when he slashed out the sword -

"I can fight against the Thirteenth Realm, but are you afraid of you, the Twelve-level demon clan?"

...

Hundreds of miles away, a group of great monsters used their magical powers to observe the battlefield.

An old ape carrying two swords had a complicated expression.

Bai Lan, the Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator, recognized this gentleman. Indeed, Bai Lan, the human race's twelve-level sword cultivator, never took it seriously, but this Wen Liang was an exception. It was true that he cut off his right arm with one sword, but the other party also cut a sword at his head. If it weren't for the strong body of the Thirteenth Realm Demon Clan, Bai Lan might have already capsized in the gutter.

What's more, after Wen Liang was cut off his right arm, he began to practice the left-hand sword. With his terrifying sword talent, he actually practiced the left-hand sword to such a peak state. If Wen Liang's right hand was still there and he could use the sword with both hands, could the great demon Feng Qi dragged Wen Liang to death? I'm afraid it would be impossible. Within thirty rounds, the great demon Feng Qi might be hacked to death by this human sword immortal.

"Feng Yan won!"

The big demon Jade smiled slightly.

"Have you won?"

Bai Lan frowned and said, "No matter how you look at it, Feng Yan didn't win. Even if you win, it would be particularly disgraceful. That gentle... It's a pity..."

The big monsters nodded with a smile. Who dares to refute Bai Lan’s words in the Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator and look for a slash?

...

"The third game!"

Above the snowy sky pond, Qin Suihan's magic posture of the sky said in a deep voice: "The demon clan goes to fight!"

"I'll come!"

A figure flew over in the air, still a sword cultivator of the Twelve-level Demon Clan. He turned into a human youth, with a greasy and pink face. Although he was handsome, he felt very disgusted no matter how he looked. He stood in the air and smiled and said, "My opponent... could it be a human fairy?"

Among the crowd, Lin Qing'er, the owner of Changming Mountain, stepped into the air with a sword light.

"Human race, Lin Qing'er, Twelve realms!"

"Demon Clan, Wen Chang, Ten..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Lin Qing'er's sword had already slashed over!

“Hey hey…”

The big demon named Wen Chang hurriedly shouted: "Fairy, don't be so anxious to do it. Let's talk hard, maybe we can even talk about a relative. You are not married, I am not married, you see..."

Lin Qing'er's sword light swept past, and the great demon Wen Chang no longer dared to speak. What a sharp sword energy, this twelve-level sword immortal is probably stronger than the gentle one just now!

"My life is over..."

He frowned, with an ominous premonition that this female sword fairy was not only beautiful, but also had extremely strong murderous aura!

Lin Qing'er showed no mercy in her heart. She felt like a mirror that she could not lose, nor could she afford to lose. Once she lost, the human race would be over, and Xiao Jiuer would not have a master. When she thought that Xiao Jiuer would not have a master like herself and was helpless, she felt very sad, so she had to win!
Chapter completed!