I said Dongli in adversity

"Mr. Bai, is that really Yu Cang Qiong?"

In the Ping'an Inn, until the Chaotic Swordsman admitted his defeat, the two people who fought left, and the name of the Chaotic Swordsman on the Tianxia Fengyun Monument was erased, all the Jianghu guests still didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Is that really Yu Cang Qiong?

Chaotic Crazy Sword fought with him personally, and was defeated within ten moves. People who say they want to grow old should undoubtedly want to be in the sky.

But why? Yukang Qiong is already dead. Could it be that Mr. Bai is really capable of living the dead?

Various rumors are circulating in the inn, and countless Jianghu guests are whispering to each other about the resurrection from the dead. Although they have heard about it in this Jianghu for a long time, when they actually see it with their own eyes, it is still shocking.

What is even more concerning is the price and conditions required for Bai Yuheng to resurrect people.

After all, there is no one in the world who has no regrets of his own and no one he wants to resurrect.

In the backyard, Yu Linling dragged Bai Yuheng's sleeve and was unwilling to let go for a long time.

"Mr. Bai, just say it~"

"Does that person desire the sky? How did you do it?"

Bai Yuheng shook his head helplessly, "What you said, can Bai still let people in the world see a fake desire for the sky?"

"The Mad Sword of Chaos has personally certified that it is genuine. As for how to resurrect people, this is beyond Bai's ability."

"Not resurrection?" Yu Linling looked at Bai Yuheng curiously, "How did you do it?"

"Well, keep it a secret."

Bai Yuheng squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the monument of world affairs, "Okay, stop making trouble, the second competition is about to begin."

In the second martial arts battle, I saw a man walking with his head held high, his momentum swallowing up the sky. He wielded the Wild Leopard Thunder Sword again, standing on the same spot, he had the aura to conquer the world.

"The talents of heaven laugh at the past and the present, but it doesn't matter if they fall into the dust. They are named gods and warriors, no one can match them, and their swords shake the world and are proud of everyone."

Opposite Dao Wuji, a figure stood holding a knife.

Lonely, desolate, cold and arrogant.

"The lonely moon is cold, the night knife is cold, I hate the invincible most, I am the best in the world."

"Guyue Lingdao, Hate Wufeng." Dao Wuji looked at the opponent in front of him and said, "It's a pleasure to meet the founding hero of the Holy Kingdom."

"Huh? You know me?"

When old things were brought up again, a strange look flashed in Henwu Feng's eyes, he looked at Dao Wuji and said.

Dao Wuji nodded, "Only when you know yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. In the battle on Jukuzhou, Dao Wuji will see your ability, so naturally we have to investigate."

"I just didn't expect that you also have an origin."

"The past is not worth mentioning." Hen Wufeng's voice was cold, he smoothed his sleeves calmly, and Ling Ye's knife came out, the coldness was biting.

"Save the unnecessary words, swordsman, let's talk about it separately."

Seeing this, Dao Wuji also smiled heartily, "Just what I want, the proud Cangyu Dao Wuji, learn the sword of the saint!"

As the words fell, a red light flashed, and Ao Shi Cang Yu took the lead in attacking, swinging the leopard sword, the blade threatening to kill.

A moment of rapidity, an unstoppable blade, a sword as fast as thunder, and the moves are extraordinary.

Henwu Feng returned his sword and swung it away, and the next moment, he saw the leopard sword swung again and slashed it down.

Hate Wufeng stared, the cold knife turned slightly, the sword energy stirred, and collided with the wild leopard thunder knife.

There was a roar, and the power of the collision of the two swords shook the world. The remaining energy passed away, and the storm was turbulent.

"Emperor's Heavenly Slashing Style·The Infinite Tyrannical Sword!"

"Desolate Leopard Thunder Sword" and "Huangji Tianzhan Style" are the world's two treasures of swordsmanship. They can attack and defend, and can turn the sword energy into a shield. Together with Dao Wuji's deep and restrained skills, as well as his unparalleled domineering force , shaking the world as soon as he takes action.

Seeing the opponent's fierce offensive, Henwu Feng's expression condensed, he didn't dare to be careless, and he also showed his ultimate move.

"Tiansha Guchen!"

The Emperor's Heavenly Slashing Style was followed by the cold sword of the Mahatma, and with an earth-shattering collision, a heavy blade of light dissipated, only to see two streams of light passing by quickly, rushing into the aftermath. The Leopard Sword was pressed down, murderous intent was imminent. Henwu Feng swung his saber to catch the attack, and immediately turned sideways, using his true energy to fight back forcefully.

Dao Wuji moved down to avoid the counterattack, then got close to him and raised his palms to attack.

There was a roar, and the aftermath was roaring. He was so close, Dao Wuji condensed his energy on the sword, the light of the sword flashed again, he raised the sword towards each other, and it hit the opponent's head.

Hen Wufeng raised his hand and blocked the killing blow. There was a huge roar and earthquake. Two completely different auras clashed with each other and stirred for hundreds of miles, making gods cry and ghosts fear.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought nearly a hundred moves.

"Exciting and exciting."

Qin Jiaxian's words were also what those watching the battle thought.

In the shocking and exciting sword fight, if you make a slight mistake, the victory or defeat will be determined.

"Demon Lord, what do you think of the two people fighting at this moment?"

Yin Zhen Zhu Wu looked at Yan Mo Han Ba ​​and asked.

"A master in swordsmanship, but his foundation is still insufficient." Yan Mohanba said coldly, "No matter who these two people are, they are not a threat to me."

After fighting for a hundred moves, Dao Wuji urged his Yuan Gong again, but before the move could be made, the sword energy raged in all directions.

The next moment, Huang Ji Tian Zhan style was used again.

"Ze Tian Shen Ji!"

The sword fell and cut the sky with one move!

"Lingye·Death God Slash!"

Under the extreme pressure, Hate Wu Feng concentrated his energy, and responded with a cold knife, blocking Huang Ji's sky-cutting move.

The two swords clashed, the heaven and the earth shook, and in the dazzling light, Chairman Feng Dao and the Holy National Mahatma each took half a step back, and the corners of their mouths turned red.

"Emperor Qianqiu!"

The moves flowed, thunder and fire surged, the light of the sword rose and fell, and a moment later, the power of destroying the heaven and the earth came again.

Hen Wufeng stared at the opponent in front of him with cold eyes, stepped on his feet, and started killing with Ling Dao!

"Cold knife·Han Ye decisive kill!"

In the aftermath of the impact, a stream of blood spattered. Henwufeng took a few steps back, and the blood spilled onto the ground, which was extremely sad and beautiful.

On the other side, the corners of Dao Wuji's mouth were also red, and his eyes looking at Hen Wufeng were full of fear.

Hate Wufeng, this person is indeed a rare and powerful enemy. If we fight with him again, I'm afraid it's hard to say whether we will win or lose. We can only use that move...

Hate Wufeng's eyes were locked on the person in front of him. For some reason, just for a moment, when he looked at Dao Wuji, Hate Wufeng could instinctively feel a dangerous aura passing by.

Is it...

With his mind settled, Dao Wuji's offensive changed. The blade stirred up dust, covering the sky and the sun, covering the two figures. Those watching the battle could only see the sparks generated by the constant collision of the two swords in the wind and dust, as well as the endless clanging gold. The sound of iron clashing.

And the more the war goes on, the more dust grows.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Yeah, I can't see anything anymore."

"Flying sand and gravel, is there any secret move that can't be shown in front of everyone?"

People in the world have different opinions, but Qin Jiaxian’s version is the closest to the truth.

On top of the Tianxia Fengyun Monument, the two swords were facing each other and it was difficult to tell the winner. After an aftermath, the two separated again.

The next moment, Henwu Feng suddenly realized that the person in front of him had a faint breath.

What caught his eye was a pair of scarlet pupils, which were not like human eyes. (End of chapter)