In the world of ice and snow, Butterfly in the Flower and Xuan Mo stood facing each other, the sword light gradually rose, and the war was about to break out.
The tears of the funeral flowers are extremely powerful, and the black and white brilliance blends together, shining on the world.
Inside and outside the battle, the expressions of the peerless kings condensed, watching the battle of the world.
"please (liao)"
With a request for battle, the Xuan Mo army stepped forward, swung the saber, and the endless magic power swept the world of ice and snow, shaking the world.
The first person in the forbidden army of the demons in thousands of years, the first person to be shocking and capable.
The ghostly shadow galloping past, the magic power is soaring, the saber is cut off, and the heaven and the earth are divided.
In front, the butterfly in the flower is concentrating, the water sleeves are dancing, and the two knives are moving in unison.
With a loud bang, the tears of the funeral flowers shook the saber, the rumbling vibration resounded through the starry sky, and the magic energy and the sword energy swept across thousands of miles.
In the fourth round of the debate between the two realms, the two strongest swordsmen fought against each other, and the two strongest swordsmen fought against each other.
The sharp swords clashed, but the moves were as heavy as mountains. The two of them walked away as soon as they touched the blades.
In the fierce battle situation, the figure of the butterfly in the flower swims like a butterfly dance, and the water sleeve is tied with a knife.
The God of Swords in Zhongzhou, a swordsman whose accomplishments are rare in ancient and modern times, surpassing the only one, reaching the extreme.
The happy knives are endless, the water sleeves are intertwined, the knife light is intertwined, and the enemy is invisible.
In the light of the sword, Xuan Luo walked neatly and neatly. Although he was a demon, he walked righteously.
The sharp saber, open and closed, seems simple and unremarkable, and it is difficult to see the slightest flaw in the moves.
Zhengqi confronted each other, the sword lights were constantly staggered, and the battle situation quickly became incandescent.
Since the battle between the two realms, the most fair and just battle, both of them lost the top pole, and the favorable weather and location have no effect, only the sword, the top meet.
"drink!"
The low-pitched soft shouts continued to sound, the two moved, the sword was smashed, and the shocking cold light, confronted again and again, the sword's remaining strength passed, and the mountain cracked.
Outside the battle, the kings watched the battle with focused expressions. Such martial arts were rare in a century. Watching this battle would benefit them immensely.
"The skills of the two of them on the sword are really amazing. In this battle, the outcome is unpredictable."
In the human race camp, the night master stepped forward, watched the battle in the ice and snow world, and said calmly. "In the realm of cultivation, Xuan Mo is undoubtedly better. However, Senior Sister Die has the world's number one magic art, Jiuyou Swallowing the Devil Sutra, and can swallow the true qi of others. The disadvantage of cultivation will be compensated to the maximum extent. In this battle, the real The decisive factor is the attainment of the sword
. "Ning Chen condensed.
"Jiuyou Swallowing the Devil's Book?"
When the night master heard the words, a strange color flashed in his eyes. This forbidden magic art has not been lost yet
In the battle situation, there are more than ten moves in the blink of an eye, and the two of them are surrounded by more and more powerful demonic energy, and they are divided into two worlds.
"boom!"
The saber was cut off, the funeral flowers were greeted, and the aftermath swayed in circles and circles, constantly destroying the surrounding laws of heaven and earth.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Xuan Mo only felt the magic energy in his body leaking out, and the power continued to flow towards the woman in front of the woman along the blade.
"This is?"
With the sudden change, Xuan Mo kept the Yuan in his arms, restrained his demonic energy, and forcibly prevented the leakage of Yuan Gong.
From the original Demon Realm camp, Xuan Qi, Xuan Lie, and Asura also saw the change in the battle situation, and strange colors flashed in their eyes.
What just happened
The power of Xuan Mo was swallowed up by that human woman!
In the battle situation, the two people fought again, and the knife and the knife continued to collide.
On the Xuanmo sword, the demonic energy is restrained, however, the power of the world's number one demonic art is astonishing, and it still slowly devours the demonic art body through the contact of the blade.
"I only think of a practice that can devour others' true qi in battle!" Xuan Qi said with a solemn expression.
"Ancient Forbidden Law, Jiuyou Swallowing the Devil's Scripture!" Xuanlie said solemnly.
"It is unbelievable that someone from the human race has achieved this skill."
Asura said condensedly, the conditions for cultivating the Nine Nether Swallowing Devil Sutra are extremely harsh. In the process of cultivation, it is very easy to devour the source of others, which will easily cause confusion of memory and infuriating qi, thus engulfing oneself.
This forbidden method is indeed very powerful, but from ancient times to the present, there is no one in ten thousand who can cultivate it to the highest level.
The three people's hearts sank. The strong people of the human race have given them too much shock. The seemingly weak human race is growing rapidly at an alarming rate. Maybe in the near future, the power of the human race will really be able to compete with the demon realm.
For ten years, it is no wonder that the human race has to fight for this ten years at the bet of the four star regions. Now the human race needs time to grow up. Ten years is enough to change too many things.
In the world of ice and snow, the battle became more and more fierce. In the snowflakes all over the sky, two streamers collided again and again, and the sound of clashing was endless.
Strong, strong and shocking, the strongest knife, difficult to coexist, will be the only one.
"Butterfly dance, Shuangling."
The white knives flew out, and the snowflakes in the sky were like surging waves, turning into thousands of sharp blades and flying towards the great commander of the demon race ahead.
Seeing this, Xuan Mo snorted heavily, held the knife in both hands, and slashed down with one knife, breaking the mountains and rivers with force.
Boom!
The magic knife smashed ten thousand blades, the sky and the earth changed color, and the unparalleled magic power directly cut through the void, and the huge crack spread, reaching thousands of miles away.
The world-shaking move, the military might be vast, the snowflakes all over the sky dissipated for a moment, a blue figure swept past, the funeral flowers fell, and the murderous intention was invisible.
"Swallow mountains and rivers!"
When the ultimate move came again, Xuan Luo didn't look panicked, the saber condensed his energy, opened and closed, and forced the move.
The two knives clashed, and the violent collision sound was deafening. A few feet away, Hua Zhongdie's left hand, a white blade appeared, and the short knife was as fast as lightning, threatening to kill.
Xuan Luo stared, took a half step back, the saber was as fast as thunder, blocking the next wave of attacks.
In the flying snow, round after round of offense and defense, people were overwhelmed by the intensity, and the peak of the sword was the first time in a century.
"This woman was able to fight with the great leader Xuan Mo to the point of being evenly divided, and she was still at a disadvantage in terms of physical cultivation. It is conceivable that if the two had the same cultivation, Xuan Mo would probably be defeated by this woman. In my hand." Xuan Lie said in a deep voice.
"The genius on the knife, the proud daughter of the sky."
Xuan Qi said calmly, "Her sword is somewhat similar to the Thirteen Sons, but it is obviously stronger. It is not easy for Xuan Mo to win this battle."
"Butterfly dance, Tianluo!"
The battle situation, the battle was white-hot, the figure of the butterfly in the flower swept rapidly, the sleeves spread and entangled, turning into a net of heaven and earth to block the retreat of the devil.
In the wind and snow, one after another of blue water sleeves criss-crossed like a spider web, making it unavoidable.
Xuan Mo frowned, the saber held back, and cut off one sleeve after another. However, the sky was endless, the saber was dead, and the sleeves staggered and wrapped around the body of the devil.
The devil's actions were restrained, and in an instant, a stream of light flashed in the butterfly's eyes in the flower, and he stepped barefoot in the air, and the figure quickly swept forward.
The burial flower is cut off, the murderous intention is everywhere, the strongest knife, the superior and the inferior will be divided.
In the world of ice and snow, Xuan Mo quietly looked at the sharp blade cut off in front of him. At this moment, time seemed to slow down, and the scenes of the past kept replaying in his mind.
"came back?"
Demon Realm, a corner of the Three Emperors City, the woman looked back, looked at the middle-aged man returning from the front, and smiled.
"Yeah." The man nodded lightly and replied.
"The food is almost ready, get ready to eat." The woman whispered.
"it is good."
The man nodded and said.
A hundred years, a thousand years of company, day after day, year after year, in the dark ink eyes, the brilliance gradually rises, and then becomes brighter and brighter, so dazzling that people dare not look directly.
"No one can take my life away!"
The seal was released, the demonic nature was soaring to the sky, Xuan Mo's whole body was full of blood, and the terrifying power shook, and Tian Luo was released in response.
With a knife to meet, the magic power shook the sky, the two knives collided, and there was a loud bang, blood splashed in the hand of Hua Zhongdie holding the knife, and it was the first time since the war.
The stronger magic power, the pressure is multiplied, the butterfly in the flower is condensed, the barefoot is lightly stepped, the two knives are merged, and the two become one.
"Butterfly dance, Qingping."
The extreme martial arts reappeared, the sword was clear and flat, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, only the black sword light galloped past.
The knife light got close, Xuan Mo's figure swept out, and the knife shook the front knife light, and the figure continued to move forward, bullying him up.
"boom!"
In a short while, the two knives clashed again, Hua Zhongdie stepped back again, holding the hand of the knife, blood kept dripping.
An opponent whose combat power has exploded in full force has a cultivation base that is infinitely close to the imperial way, as strong as the Nine Serenity Swallowing the Heavens Demon Sutra, and it is difficult to fully dispel the former's magical power for a while.
"Are you going to win or lose?"
In the primitive demon camp, the peerless powerhouses looked at the battle situation ahead and said contemptuously.
Xuan Mo untied the seal, restored the nature of the devil, and doubled his combat power. There should be no more waves in this battle.
In the human race camp, Mu Qianshang, Luo Xingchen and others changed their expressions, and their moods were abnormally heavy.
The Human Race has lost two rounds, and this round must not be defeated again, otherwise, the Four Star Regions must hand over to others.
In the current situation, once the four major star domains change hands, the strength of the original demon realm will greatly increase. At that time, it will be even more impossible for the human race to resist the aggression of the allied forces of the Hundred Races.
In front of the kings of the human race, Ning Chen watched the battle ahead without leaving his eyes for a moment.
In the battle on the knife, he believed that Senior Sister Die would not lose to anyone, even if the opponent was Xuan Mo.
In the world of ice and snow, the battle situation is tilted, the right arm of the butterfly is in the flower, the blood is constantly dripping, and it gradually shows the appearance of defeat.
In the most critical round of the human race, there is no room for loss. Hua Zhongdie blocked a move, snorted, and opened the magic.
In an instant, the nine-day situation changed, the butterfly buried the flower, and the blood-red long hair danced wildly in the wind.
"Butterfly Dance"
"Pluto"
The power of the reappearing Hades shocked everyone present, only to see thousands of black butterflies flying out between heaven and earth, endless magic power, shocking the world.
The next moment, behind the butterfly in the flower, a pair of dreary black butterfly wings spread out, and the magic fire filled the air, burning the sky and boiling the sea.
The world-shaking scene, the gods and ghosts are frightened, the flowers and butterflies all over the body, circles of magic patterns swaying, and the terrifying demonic energy fluctuates, even more prosperous.
Opposite, Xuan Mo looked at the change of the woman in front of him, his expression sank.
It is incredible that there are so many demons in the human race.
Humans and demons have different paths, how can it be easy to return together, the magical power of the woman in front of her is not even inferior to the imperial demons.
In the void, the magic butterfly standing in the sky, with water sleeves flying all over its body, is like a witch coming into the world, which is powerful and shocking.
"Come again!"
Once again, the figure of the magic butterfly disappeared instantly, like a thunderbolt, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the devil.
"Boom!" The two swords clashed, Xuan Mo's right hand, the tiger's mouth collapsed, blood splashed, dyeing the red saber.