Yu Canghai was startled, then laughed. He stopped talking and quickly retreated, escaping back to the city gate of Yumen Pass.

He held the wine cup and said loudly to Xue Wushe: "Yu Canghai is holding wine here to wait for Master Xue Feng's triumphant return."

Xue Wushao nodded in response, then raised his figure in the air, parallel to Ming Zun, looking at each other from a distance.

Everyone raised their heads and looked up at the two people.

This battle will determine whether Yumen Pass can gain short-term peace.

Once all three Demon Lords are defeated, Yumen Pass will have a rare opportunity to recuperate at the moment when its power is at its weakest.

Mingzun stared at Xue Wushao's face and couldn't help laughing wildly.

As a Demon Lord, although he could not express his emotions or anger because of his current position, Xue Wushao's words were really ridiculous.

Ridiculously ridiculous.

If he only has one match and fails to win, then he loses?

How arrogant.

Even Xie Qingyun, who was inside the city gate, would not dare to have such a loud tone.

Xue Wushao dared.

Why?

As a Demon Lord at the peak of his strength, he must make this extremely loud swordsman understand how ridiculous the words he said today are.

"The Eighth Level Sword Cultivator of the Sword Sect is indeed powerful, but it doesn't matter. You will soon understand the gap between you and me." Ming Zun is confident and domineering.

"Get up!" Mingzun shouted, and the ancient shield raised up, catching the starlight from the sky.

The stars that were dimmed during the day now shine brightly!

A star is a beam of starlight, moving with the ancient shield, traveling through thousands of miles of space and mapping onto the ancient shield of the Master of Life, inscribing supreme runes.

Thousands of starlights arrive.

In an instant, the originally plain and simple ancient shield became starry and gorgeous, as if it were made of spar.

At the same time, a monstrous blood-red light erupted from Mingzun's body, forming a huge sea of ​​blood tens of thousands of feet directly behind him.

A layer of red light spread softly and covered the whole body of the Lord, like a layer of dark red blood armor. On top of the blood armor, there was an extremely violent and chaotic aura.

The Ancestral Demonic Body is a very high-level divine and demonic body among the demon clan, ranking among the ninety-nine supreme divine and demonic bodies.

One shield and one god-demonic body formed an absolute barrier between Xue Wushao and Ming Zun.

There is only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname.

The reason why Mingzun uses "Ming" as his title is because his magic soldiers can be reshaped by the power of the stars and forged into indestructible shields.

The divine and demonic body he cultivated is the Ancestral Demonic Body, which is famous for its defense, and its life-saving ability is second to none.

Putting the two together, it would be harder to kill him than to reach the sky.

After doing all this, Mingzun looked at Xue Wushao jokingly, expecting to see a hint of fear and confusion, panic and vigilance in his eyes.

But he didn't expect anything.

Xue Wushao still looked at him calmly and asked: "Is it over?"

This time, Mingzun finally changed his expression and narrowed his eyes.

With Xue Wushao's attitude, he was either a fool, or he was really absolutely sure.

Obviously, someone who can cultivate to such a state cannot be a fool, so there is only the second possibility.

Although he didn't know where Xue Wushao's confidence came from.

Mingzun stared at Xue Wushao with vigilance and confusion.

"If we don't hurry up, the dragon's saliva will disperse." Xue Wushao said.

Then, he suddenly chuckled.

"When you're done, it's my turn."

The next moment, Xue Wushao shouted loudly: "Get out of the sheath!"

A clanging sound.

A dazzling long sword soared into the sky from his body and his heavenly spirit.

Three feet green front.

Qingfeng has no sheath, and Xue has no sheath, so he uses his body as a sheath to support his sword.

The sword's blade was like white frost, shining with a cold light.

The aftermath of the Qingfeng overflowed, making onlookers fearful and wary.

Xue Wushe's figure flashed at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he was already close to the Master of Life.

The sword light on his body briefly dimmed for a moment.

After a moment, a sword light that was several times more dazzling than before came out.

Xue Wushea came out of the battle and drew his sword, and the sword rainbow flew out.

Buzz!

The sound of swords resounded throughout the world.

The sword light enveloped the sky.

The cold sword light completely engulfed Xue Wushao's figure.

The ground thousands of miles away suddenly rose up, cracks appeared, and clods of soil, yellow sand, and gravel scattered everywhere.

Just by raising the sword, his energy was already overwhelming, causing the mountains to collapse and the mountains to collapse.

The next moment, the three-foot green sword was thrust forward, and the vitality of heaven and earth around the sword flew into the air and circulated together with the Pingluan Sword.

In just an instant, a giant dragon measuring thousands of feet long appeared in the sword rainbow.

The giant dragon soars straight into the sky, and its head is a sword to calm chaos.

clang!

The sword rainbow carried the giant dragon and hit the ancient shield, and the sound of a bell-like vibration spread throughout the void.

Everyone was frightened when they heard the loud sound of gold and iron. They wanted to inquire about the situation, but unfortunately the sword light was too bright. Even if they used their spiritual power to their eyes, they could not penetrate the sword light and see the situation in the center of the battlefield.

Wherever the sword light reaches, only the sound of the sword is heard, and no one else sees it.

Looking back again, a figure had already rushed out of the sword light.

Xue Wushea, who had just emerged from the battle, escaped from the sword light, and in the blink of an eye, he was already back on the Yumen City Pass.

"The first union has passed, and Mingzun has been defeated." Xue Wushao announced loudly, and then took the wine cup from Yu Canghai's hand.

Time has only passed and less than five breaths have passed.

The ambergris is still there and has not dispersed.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life." Xue Wushao drank the ambergris in the cup in one gulp, then threw the wine cup out and said loudly: "Good drink!"

The wine cup fell straight from the air, falling all the way, and finally fell on the city wall of Yumen Pass, colliding with it and making a sound.

The sound was crisp and sweet.

It's like breaking a cup to get the number.

At this moment, the sword light in the sky dispersed, allowing people to see the scene clearly.

Everyone immediately turned their attention and wanted to know what happened.

The next moment, everything was silent.

In the center of the battlefield, the face of Mingzun was twisted, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Glass cracks appeared on his crystal-like shield, and the blood armor brought by the Ancestral Demonic Body was also defeated and dispersed.

A huge hole appeared in his chest.

The wound cannot heal for a long time.

The life-saving ability that Ming Zun was proud of was not just in vain, so he did not die.

But under Xue Wushe's sword, the ancient shield he was proud of was damaged, and the demonic body of the Ancestral Ancestor, which he was proud of, was pierced through the heart by the sword, and the flesh and blood squirmed from the wound.

The sharp sword intent eroded his vitality and slowed down the healing of his wounds.

How could an eighth-level swordsman achieve this with just one sword?

Mingzun's face twitched, and he didn't know whether it was because of injuries on his body or something else.

He has some anger, some fear, and some confusion.

There was even a touch of fear.

Because if Xue Wushao could hand out the same second sword, third sword, or even fourth sword today, his life master might even die at Yumen Pass.
To be continued...