The name of Qiulong.

For human practitioners, it is a nightmare name.

Whether the human races are fighting in internal struggle openly or secretly, at this moment, everyone must stand behind Wan Jianxian, the sword immortal of Baijian Pavilion.

Although both sides did not set out their swords.

But the qi pull between the strong and the strong makes countless practitioners feel frightened.

On the spiritual boat.

Gu Yusheng, Mo Wanyun, Mo Wuling the railing, Qu Lianghong and Su Shouzhuo stood on the high deck, feeling the tension between the Lushan human practitioners and the demon practitioners.

Compared with the restlessness of practitioners of the two tribes.

As a cultivator in the Holy Academy, Mo Pinglang, Qu Lianghong, and Su Shouzhuo all felt a huge humiliation.

today.

It should have been Mr. Fifth, Mr. Sixth, who stood here and accepted the respect of the people of the world.

But it just happened.

This person became Wan Jianyi, the head of the palace of Bai Jian Pavilion.

Mo Wanyun stood on the deck, her hands tightly clenched, feeling angry.

She secretly looked at Gu Yusheng one after another.

Since Li Jingyuan told Gu Yusheng that there were only five places in the Holy Academy last night, Gu Yusheng has seemed extremely silent.

turn out to be.

True anger will make a person silent and will make a person speechless.

Mo Wanyun could feel the hidden anger of Gu Yusheng's eyes when he was scanning the three holy places, the Haoqi Alliance practitioners.

The three holy places, the Haoqi Alliance, and the Demon-Slaying Alliance, took advantage of the reputation of the Holy Academy.

Thus achieving their goals.

But they didn't know that all this was peace raised by two people in the Holy Academy.

Gu Yusheng's hands hiding in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

Every noise around.

It will make Gu Yusheng's hands tighter.

"It's almost time."

The demon saint Qiulong murmured to himself and took one step forward.

At the same time.

The sword immortal Wan Jianyi also opened his eyes and appeared one step above the golden shadow of the remains of the Sword Dynasty.

"I didn't expect that you would be the one who came out to take charge of the overall situation." Qiulong Demon Saint narrowed his eyes and looked at Wan Jianyi. There was a hint of fear in his pupils, but his tone was filled with faint mockery, "So, you human race will always be suppressed by my demon race."

"If you are not satisfied with the result, you can try it with me."

Wan Jian's eyes hide the sword, floating like a star.

"I really want to try it, but not now." Qiulong sneered, "I just don't know if you are better than Mr. Fifth in the Holy Academy, or are your lip skills better? You are taking advantage of others' reputation and making profits. "

"This is my human race."

When Wan Jian raised his hand, a huge sword energy burst out from his fingertips and shot towards the place where the Gengjin energy was like a tower. In an instant, a sword-like passage was opened.

Seeing this, Qiulong's eyelids twitched. Obviously, he did not expect that Wan Jianyi could open the channel for sealing for thousands of years with his own strength. He was not willing to fall behind. With his hands together, a Qionglong magic shadow flew out from above his head, penetrated through the sky, and opened up another channel.

"My boys, what are you waiting for!"

Qiulong shouted loudly.

Immediately, a series of demon cultivators revealed their bodies and flew into the remains of the Sword Dynasty.

On this side of the human race.

The practitioners of the three holy places, such as the great sword cultivator Cen Jiulian, the great sword cultivator Fang Qicheng who came to Penglai overnight, the great Brahma Little Vajra Xiangchen, etc., couldn't wait to fly towards the passage.

I was afraid of being one step slower.
Chapter completed!