Seeing Jian Qing being stopped by evil spirits, Jian Wuming was not very anxious. Although the evil spirit was powerful, he also had confidence in Jian Qing and Jian Wuming. With this state of evil spirit, Jian Qing could not win, but it was not that simple that evil spirit wanted to defeat Jian Qing.

Jian Wuming’s first thing now is to kill Zhang Xuan.

"A mere first entered the Supreme Realm, I am the so-called Guangming Island. It's really so unfathomable. It turns out that it's just a group of strong people on the outside and the middle!"

Jian Wuming chased behind Zhang Xuan and gradually approached Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan moved in a stairs and turned around several buildings, but Jian Wuming still chased after him.

"The mouse with his head and tail exposed!"

Jian Wuming sneered again, "If you have some skills, you won't run around, how long can you run?"

From Jian Wuming's mouth, a series of sarcasm sounded, and Zhang Xuan continued to change his body as if he hadn't heard it.

Suddenly, in the pursuit of Jian Wuming, a white figure suddenly appeared behind Zhang Xuan, and then a sword light rushed straight to Jian Wuming, which was Piaoxue's sword intent.

The sudden burst of Piaoxue sword intent made Jian Wuming's body suddenly pause, and he panic.

At this time, the threat that Piaoxue sword intent poses to Jian Wuming is already minimal. If you use multiple moves, Jian Wuming himself is a master of using swords, so he will naturally not be affected by this move repeatedly.

"Haha, I'm the only way to get into the Supreme Realm?

What was your move?

It takes a lot of time to gather energy at once. Do I want me to give you some more time?"

Jian Wuming mocked him, but although he said it was relaxed, his behavior was not relaxed at all. The figure of a heroic spirit behind him suddenly appeared, and he was also afraid of Zhang Xuan's attack just now.

Zhang Xuan, who had been moving his body, suddenly stopped and turned to face Jian Wuming.

"A sword falls snow!"

Several snow-filled sword intents were emitted instantly, and the surrounding air temperature dropped sharply.

Jian Wuming sneered, "There is no need to use this trick again and again!"

Several snow-filled sword intents were broken by Jian Wuming waved his hand, and his attention was even more focused on Zhang Xuan. The only thing he feared now was the purple sword light just now.

However, Jian Wuming discovered that the aura on the person in front of him could no longer be condensed, which made him feel relieved.

Jian Wuming is also the supreme realm. He knows very well how much energy it takes to gather the violent attack method just now. Even if he is, he will have to exhaust seven-tenths of his body's strength.

What Jian Wuming didn't know was that the real realm of the person he was facing was just a god of fu. The attacks launched by the god of fu can already hurt the spirit control and make the spirit afraid. The horror of the world-destroying demon sword is unimaginable at all. This is still Zhang Xuan cannot fully exert the power of the world-destroying demon sword.

Even Zhang Xuan himself could not imagine how terrible the full-powered Demon Sword was, unless Xuan Tian came to demonstrate himself.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan could no longer condense his energy, Jian Wuming seemed much more relaxed. He looked at Zhang Xuan, sneered, and then rushed towards Zhang Xuan suddenly.

"Since you have no other moves, I'll attack!"

At this moment, the heroic spirit behind Jian Wuming completely merged with Jian Wuming. Jian Wuming was like a mecha driver, standing at the center of the body of Ying Ling. Ying Ling held the sword light in her hand and slashed towards Zhang Xuan.

The sword cultivator pursues powerful lethality. Once he takes action, he will move forward and the powerful sharpness gushes out. Zhang Xuan's face, which is already full of cracks, suddenly shatters.

The mask fell into pieces and fell to the ground. Before it could contact the ground, it was turned into powder by the sharp edge.

The powerful spirit control man is so terrifying! Zhang Xuan's face that had been hiding under the mask appeared in Jian Wuming's eyes, but Jian Wuming did not see the horror he imagined would appear on the other person's face. Instead, he captured a smile from the other person's eyes.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Jian Wuming's heart.

"Who told you that I only have one move?"

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Zhang Xuan's mouth.

"A sword...come to the west!"

At this moment, Jian Wuming almost subconsciously stopped his attack. The coldness from behind told Jian Wuming that if he continued to act, he would definitely die.

A black figure appeared quietly behind Jian Wuming.

The facial features of the black figure were clearly presented. His face was very white, neither pale nor pale, but a crystal-clear color like white jade.

His eyes were not dark, but they were terriblely bright, like two cold stars.

On his dark hair, he was wearing a bead crown with a sandalwood seat, and his body was as dark as ink.

He walked slowly, and when he walked up, it was like a king walking into his palace, or like a flying immortal from the sky, descending to the earth.

The Lord of Baiyun City from Feixian Island in the South China Sea has exquisite sword skills, holding a cold light in his hand, with a sword edge of three feet and a net weight of six kilograms and four liang.

This is Zhang Xuan's second battle spirit, and the move left behind by this battle spirit is not a sword intent, nor is it a sword move. To be more precise, it is a sword heart! A sword heart that looks down on the world and no one else but me in the sword! A sword heart that is flawless, magnificent, and invincible in the world! A sword comes to the west! A cold light suddenly appears.

"You...two heroes! The two supreme emperors on Guangming Island are all you!"

Jian Wuming's eyes widened. He had never heard of one person who could control two heroic spirits.

"good."

A hint of praise appeared in Zhang Xuan's eyes, "I answered correctly, so, you have to die."

Two sword lights, one in front and one behind, headed straight for Jian Wuming.

Jian Wuming's lace suddenly lost a piece of clothing.

"This sword technique..." Jian Wuming stood there, his expression suddenly became dull, "No traces can be found, so fast... What is this move..."                                                                                                              �

It seemed to be feeling, and it seemed to be answering Jian Wuming's question. Zhang Xuan said the eight characters: "A sword comes from the west, and the immortals fly from the sky."

"Without the sky...Flying Immortal..." The hat worn by Jian Wuming's heroic spirit on his head cracked from the middle at this moment. While the hat cracked, a red dot appeared on Jian Wuming's eyebrows.

The heroic spirit was broken, and the supreme master was defeated! Even Zhang Xuan himself did not expect the effect of this move.

A colorful lotus appeared above Zhang Xuan's head, and the original seven-color light had already lost two colors.

Zhang Xuan took out a book without words from his clothes, and read the book without words and flirted with pages.

Jian Wuming's body slowly fell down. When Jian Wuming completely lay down to the ground, a red figure appeared behind Zhang Xuan.
Chapter completed!