Yuan Wuji watched the smile on Gui Qi's face disappear and eventually turned into solemnity.

He had guessed what information the Ghost Qi Lord had obtained.

It was nothing more than the capture of the sword, the life and death of the witch transformed into Gala, and the remnant soul of the dark truth fled back to Shiliu Island.

"It seems that if Master Gui Qi has something else, Mr. Yuan will not continue to bother him."

Yuan Wuji slowly stood up and bowed and said.

At this time, the Lord Gui Qi did not have the intention to continue to talk in depth.

The sudden news obviously caught the Gui Qi Lord off guard.

"In this case, the matter of the Dragon Head needs to be discussed for a long time. It seems that I should indeed go to the Elves World, and maybe I can use Yin Qiukuang's help."

"Although this person's identity is suspicious, it doesn't matter. As long as he has a consistent goal, a deal can be reached."

...

Eternal Night Theater, Di Ming restores his identity.

In front of him was the unconscious sirloin Gala.

Or - desert goshawk.

"It is really surprising that Ji Xuan Gu's strength can be exerted to this point, but his body and evil spirits resist each other, and the hope of the power of blood and darkness should be placed on Yiyeshu."

"Now that the dark truth is dead, the Geng Bian Jialuo is also sealed and unable to cause trouble. Perhaps it is time to take this opportunity to find a way to completely kill the other eight tribes, destroy the dragon head, and weaken the power of the Eight Evil God."

Just as Earth Ming was pondering, the desert eagle under her feet slowly opened her eyes.

The eyes are the enemy that I hate most in this life, the culprit of the tragedy of the Valley of Wind - Di Ming and Ghost Di.

"I understand that you want to kill me, but if you want to save Tianji, you can only endure this hatred for a while."

Di Ming knew the anger of the desert goshawk. After all, he killed all the relatives and tribe members of the desert goshawk with his own hands. Although there was a reason for the incident, his sins would not be reduced.

However, in order to condense the power of blood and darkness in this life, there were hundreds of thousands of innocent creatures who died because of him. If it weren't for the relationship between the desert goshawk and the sky, he wouldn't care about the feelings of the desert goshawk.

"What does this mean?"

Hearing the name of "Tianji", the desert eagle suppressed the hatred in his heart and asked coldly.

Then, Di Ming briefly explained the reason and promised that he would accept revenge later.

The Desert Ghawk knew that he was no match for the other party, and he heard that Tianji was in danger but did not know that he could only endure his anger.

...

On the other side, the meeting of the Three Peaks of the Lonely Castle in the Earth Sea.

This will be a grand event in the sword world.

Sword Sect, Ye Xiaochai, Relying on Love Heaven.

A generation of sword sect.

Central Plains Sword Saint.

The pinnacle of the fairy sword.

The three swordsmen have a sense of mutual response.

"Ahem... are you here to call out the famous gods?"

Jian Sect coughed a few times, bent over, and spoke hoarsely.

Yi Qingtian's eyes fell on the magic sword behind the sword sect, which was stuck on the ground. After a while, he nodded slightly, "I heard that this sword can break the Six Du Sword Formation, I want to give it a try."

"Then come!"

The Sword Sect did not object. Yi Qingtian is different from Ji Du Xiao. The Ji Du Xiao was too weak and was not worthy of holding the famous god. In his eyes, Yi Qingtian obviously has this qualification.

Ye Xiaochai also looked at Yi Qingtian.

At this time, there was no one else in Yi Qingtian's eyes, only famous gods.

With the help of the mind, the sword energy around the body of the Qingtian is swallowed and spitted, showing the mystery of the immortal sword.

One style and three realms.

When Yi Qingtian faced the mystery of Xuan Longling's throne, the other side was also surging.

"Are you looking for this young master?"

The body of the soul flashed and appeared behind Feng Yuemorong, asking playfully.

"Um?"

Feng Yuemo Rong's eyebrows and eyes sternly turned around, staring at the lust.

"Is it Feng Yuelin sent you here?" Yupo sighed faintly, "She really likes to play with her little thoughts."

"Threatening my mother, you should kill me!"

Feng Yue Mo Rong spoke indifferently. The next moment, the wind and rain came together, and as soon as he took action, he would be a violent killing move.

Sword of mist and rain, sword of river tide.

A very poetic and picturesque name, but extremely sharp.

"Oh? Who gave you the courage to be crazy about me?"

The soul sneered, and when he turned his palms, Fang Yuan was shocked, and the clouds in the sky collapsed in an instant.

"The heavy rain shocked the dust!"

Feng Yue Morong's sword pierced out in an instant, hitting like a storm.

Faced with violent killing moves, the soul of lust just reached out and condensed into ice, "The Four Holy Hearts of the Great Bing Jue."

The rain around him turned into ice blades in the hands of the soul, and the wind and moon were attacking.

"Survey the wind!"

Facing the powerful move, Feng Yue Morong stepped on her feet, her body was like the wind, and there were only black shadows around her, but she couldn't see people clearly.

"This method is useless to me."

"Floating hand-up style, raising hands and raising hands and raising waves!"

The palms of the desire soul suddenly lifted up, and the invisible buoyancy spread to all directions with the desire soul as the center. Feng Yuemorong had never faced such a strange move, and her body suddenly staggered.

At this moment, the palms of the lust suddenly pressed against the chest and approached in an instant, "The floating hand finally · Prophecy Rain clamps the life!"

boom!

Feng Yue Morong crossed his sword in front of his chest, blocking his palm, but with a strong palm, Ling Feng Yue Morong vomited blood, and his body retreated dozens of steps.

This is not because Feng Yue Morong is too weak. In addition to being strong in desire, it is also because Feng Yue Morong did not expect that the characteristics of the floating hand would be so strange that it would be hard to defend against.

"I will not fail without getting rid of Ye Xiaochai!"

Feng Yue Mo Rong shouted softly, his eyes showed firmness, and then he further improved his skills, "The rain broke through the setting sun!"

With a sword coming out, mist and rain followed, Fang Yuan was hazy, and the gorgeous sword light broke through the sky.

This sword seems to be able to destroy the setting sun.

"It's interesting, the floating hand has just changed, clouds and mountains are surrounded by mist!"

Facing the killing move, the soul was still calm, and the Haoyuan in both palms praised him again. With the thick white fog, a radius of hundreds of miles appeared, all mirages appeared.

And Feng Yue Mo Rong lost his soul in front of him in an instant.

At the same time, the pressure formed by the surroundings is constantly squeezed towards him, and Feng Yue Mo Rong feels like he has nowhere to exert force.

"You are too weak. If Changrikun comes here, you can fight!"

The voice of lust came from all directions, and the words were calm, without ridicule, and without disdain. They were just talking about a fact.

"The sky clouds and rage destroy the remaining thunder!"

Feng Yue and Mo Rong felt great humiliation, and the swords came out together and slashed down in anger. Suddenly, the heaven and earth roared, and the powerful sword energy gathered, shattering through the fog.

But at this moment, he had lost his soul.

"Next time, I will definitely kill you!"

Feng Yue Morong held the sword in his hand, his arms trembled slightly, and he said unwillingly.

And inside the sword prisoner, Yi Qingtian suddenly flew backwards, his face pale, but his eyes were filled with fighting spirit, "What a mysterious sword realm."

"You can block two levels, you're fine, ahem..."

Jian Zong nodded slightly. In fact, he could only block two levels. As for the third level, he still couldn't understand the key points. "Ling Jueding is really an exciting opponent, and a peak that makes people interested in climbing."

He said to himself that the sword sect's eyes had already fallen to Ye Xiaochai, "Do you have to try it?"

Ye Xiaochai shook her head slightly, and several words appeared in the void at the same time, "It's not the time yet."

"It seems that you are very self-aware, but you don't have much time, ahem!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Sect started coughing again.

"The hope of saving Shi Yu is right in front of me. Am I going to stop there?"

Yi Qingtian clenched his fists tightly, and he could not get the famous god, so he could not break through the Six Du Sword Formation and see the Jiuer Sword Lord, thereby obtaining the news of the Blood Mirror.

"Your heart is in chaos." At this moment, the Sword Sect suddenly glanced at Yi Qingtian and continued to say, "Hehe, Ji Du Xiao is just a joke. All you can rely on is the sword formation passed to him. It is not worth laughing at on the sword path. Even if he can't pass this level, you will never go further."

Yi Qingtian remained silent. After a long time, he turned around and left, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You go too. Although Ji Du Xiao is nothing, the sword formation passed down by that person is of some interest. Maybe you can understand it from it."

The Sword Sect then waved to Ye Xiaochai.

The Sword Sect was only interested in swords throughout his life, and it was also his greatest interest to cultivate a strong man to fight against him.

And when the soul comes to the sword chasing and sword prisoner, everything is over.

"You are here several times, why not show up and see you? Ahem..."
Chapter completed!