After a moment, the faint light of Tian Qingwu's body gradually disappeared.

Only then did Tianqingwu feel that his state has recovered a little.

Looking at the magic sword with powerful sword in front of him, Tian Qingwu was at a loss for a moment.

"I can't get this sword!"

Tianqingwu racked his brains and wanted to find a way.

Have it!

Tianqingwu once saw it in the highest magic technique of Tianxuan Gate: "The great clumsy has no edge and the sky is about to sink, and there is no blade and no cold sword intent."

Tian Qingwu adjusted again and sat cross-legged in front of Mieji, put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes slightly, and calmed his mind.

In this dark little place, there is only Miji's sword light that is illuminated enough and emits.

Tian Qingwu used his mind to control the contact between spiritual consciousness and Mieji. It was not smooth at the beginning, but later Mieji accepted the exploration of spiritual consciousness, and the strong aura around him gradually decreased.

Tian Qingwu opened his eyes suddenly and stood up agilely.

She didn't want to waste time, so she tried again and used her spiritual power to activate her hands. Tian Qingwu felt that after her spiritual power had been circulated for a while, it gathered in the palm of her palm little by little, condensed on the skin of her palm.

Tian Qingwu made another attempt, slowly stretched out his right hand, and stretched towards Mieji.

Gradually, Tian Qingwu held his breath unconsciously, and his eyes kept staring at his hands.

With a sudden grip, Tian Qingwu directly grabbed Miji's sword hilt, and the hilt trembled.

At this moment, a clear whistle sounded in my ears.

Tian Qingwu got Miji and swung his backhand, and the sharp blade shone in the darkness.

Tian Qingwu's mouth seemed to be raised as if nothing had happened. He looked at the sword in his hand excitedly, obviously unable to believe it.

Tianqingwu, who had recovered from his consciousness, immediately took Mieji to leave Tianxuan Gate and rushed to Lianyunzhou.

At this time, Lianyunzhou was in constant melee, and Jiufeng disciples never attacked their fellow disciples after they were transformed, but there were always one or two people who took action for the benefit of the group.

However, this great behavior caused dissatisfaction among others, and the two sides directly fought together and chaos continued.

“Ha~”

Looking at the scene of killing each other below, Netherworld seemed to be satisfied, smiled strangely, and the curve of the corners of his mouth was even a bit sick.

"This is the result you want!" Ye Kong asked angrily.

“Hahahahahahahaha~”

To the Netherworld, Ye Kong's tone was helpless, so he couldn't help but laugh happily.

"What I want is not just these."

He did not realize the tremendous mistake he made at all, and his tone showed arrogance and arrogance.

Ye Kong clenched his fist in his hand, making a crisp sound of friction between the joints.

Swish-

Ye Kong looked up and came to the Netherworld like lightning.

The Nether King noticed something strange, his eyes turned, and the curve of the corners of his mouth disappeared.

In just a moment, Ye Kong suddenly poked out his hands, used the spiritual power contained in his own hands to condense it into his hands, and directly attacked the Netherworld King.

It’s useless to say more, just do it.

The Netherworld turned around quickly and directly blocked Ye Kong's magic attack.

The moment the two were opposite each other, a large sound of movement was made, and powerful ripples of energy spread in the air, forming a wave of air that swept around.

Ye Kong smiled coldly, and a cold light emerged in his eyes.

Ye Kong hit his right leg again, and fell heavily toward the Netherworld's head on one side of his body.

Facing this leg, Nether King crossed his arms to resist.

"Boom~"

The robe was swelling, and the murderous intent and anger seemed to be concentrated on the leg.

The Netherworld found the right gap, his hands were claw-shaped, and the spiritual power in the palm of his palm was condensed.

It seems like it is a momentum, and when the time comes, it will be swept out directly.

A huge ball of light burst out, and the harsh roar sounded in the air emitted a huge light, which was particularly conspicuous in the gloomy sky.

In order to dodge this ball of light, Ye Kong instantly avoided the momentum of Netherworld King, the momentum of the bloodthirsty and ruthlessness in his eyes became more obvious.

The Nether King's right hand slowly turned, and the spiritual energy in his hand formed a sword shape as if he was guided.

With a sudden pinch of his right hand, an extremely sharp sword appeared in his hand.

The long sword is made of black gold from the outside world. Since the Netherworld fought on the battlefield, there is no chill at the blade, but it only carries endless murderous aura.

With the wave of the long sword, four sword energy broke through the air. The sword was brilliant and swift, and even the bone marrow felt the stinging sword energy. The sharpness of the sword was so terrifying that it could not resist.

Ye Kong's eyes were firm, not afraid at all. He quickly pinched his hands, and his fingers were filled with inspiration.

His fingers suddenly shot out towards the Netherworld King, and a scattered sword energy flying around him could be seen flying away.

The two of them fought each other, and the sound of metal trembling sounded around them.

The battle situation below also changed. The body of the corpse-turned disciple was cut off by a sword. It should have been bloody light, revealing traces of blood and flesh, but the magical thing was that those people didn't even have any traces of injury, as if they were invulnerable to swords and guns.

Body of steel.

While the disciples of Jiufeng were surprised, the people decisively swung their arms and smashed them directly.

The impact force is extremely strong, like a meteorite falling down, and one punch knocked back the person on the opposite side to several meters.

Looking at the person close to him before, the attack that has lost consciousness now makes people feel chilled.

The disciples of Jiufeng retreated one after another, and the army of Nether King's corpse puppets gained the upper hand. The situation fell in an instant, and the army of corpse puppets was approaching everyone.

It was at this moment that a stream of light passed through the air and landed below Ye Kong and Netherworld.

Tianqingwu arrived, and the surrounding corpse puppets seemed to be attracted, and instantly rushed towards the sky.

Tianqingwu responded immediately, attacking with both hands at the same time, and the moment the palms were swung out, driving the wind that rose unintentionally around him.

When the surrounding corpse puppets cleared out of the gap, Tian Qingwu suddenly threw it at Ye Kong.

"Ye Kong, then!"

Swish-

A sword sounded, Ye Kong reacted, reached out to catch it, and his whole body swung rapidly.

Ye Kong controlled the sword in his hand.

When he looked down, the sword's whole body exuded a chill that penetrated the bones. When he reached the end of the silence, his heart could not control his violent beating.

"This is, Deji!"

In the ancient times of the Ming Dynasty, when Miji first showed his light, he defeated the original Nether King from the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

The Netherworld obviously recognized the sword in Ye Kong's hand, and was slightly stunned. His pupils couldn't help but expand, and the expression on his charming face had undergone slight changes.

"How could it be!" The Nether King murmured in his mouth, as if he was a little surprised, why did this sword appear here?

Ye Kong waved his sword and placed it on his arm, and stroked the sword with his other hand.

A cold light flashed across the sharp sword blade, reflecting between Ye Kong's eyebrows and eyes.

The Nether King couldn't help but tremble in his heart, remembering what happened many years ago.
Chapter completed!