"It's just an old trash from the Nie family who will give you an initiation. Otherwise, with your talent, it will take two years to reach the ninth level."

Wen Quxian said casually, but it hurt Nie Chengfeng's self-esteem and became angry.

"court death!"

Nie Chengfeng, as if a strong wind, approached - Wen Quxian, the black Qilin sword soul in the Dantian, and the flames were released.

The dark attribute original wish, the flames swept across the body, the skin color became dark, and dark red light patterns appeared strange and unpredictable.

"Shura incarnation! Haha, the so-called Shura clan is just a joke, I will let you know this immediately."

Wen Quxian looked at Nie Chengfeng who was flashing with high speed, "You really talk a lot of nonsense, but I won't let you go this time."

Nie Chengfeng suddenly attacked, and the sword shadow pressed down.

Wen Quxian's eyes were unwavering, and one piece stabbed out, and the sword shadow collapsed and collapsed. Nie Chengfeng retreated rapidly...

Wen Quxian carried black flames and approached strongly.

After he approached Nie Chengfeng, he suddenly felt that there was a direction where strong winds broke out, and the falling leaves turned into sharp swords and attacked, covering a large area and there was no time to dodge.

"Since you can't dodge, then don't avoid it. It depends on who's fate!"

Wen Quxian showed a fanatical look in his eyes.

And Nie Chengfeng's liver trembled at this time.

Puff, puff!

The body was suddenly paused in the air, and eleven swords were inserted into the body, and even so, it was only a moment of dullness.

puff!

A punch landed on Nie Chengfeng's head and flew out. He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and spit it on the ground, his body was inserted like a hedgehog by the swords.

After a moment, the sword technique failed and the sword inserted into the body disappeared, leaving behind a bleeding wound.

Nie Chengfeng approached and slashed out with a sword, blocking the sword in Wen Quxian's hand.

The two were in a stalemate, and suddenly Wen Quxian found that Nie Chengfeng's body was flashing with light, which was a sign of... a swordsmanship.

He suddenly pulled away and retreated quickly, and hundreds of sword shadows in Nie Chengfeng's body flew out.

The approaching momentum was huge, Wen Quxian was moved, and a bronze door fell in front of him in the space. The sword shadow pierced through the bronze door, and the sword shadow remained in the bronze door, and the sound of collision echoed constantly between the ears and the world.

After holding on for a few seconds, the bronze door collapsed without support.

Nie Chengfeng pressed in again, "Shura, if there is no speed, fighting with our Feng clan is like a joke."

"Why are the declining races so arrogantly?"

The two of them fought again, with figures intertwined, and they released their swordsmanship from time to time.

Gradually, Wen Quxian adapted to the rhythm of the battle and began to counterattack, and Nie Chengfeng also began to have a lottery.

Zhan Xinzhi woke up and heard the sound of fighting. He saw Nie Chengfeng and Wen Quxian fighting endlessly in the distance. Nie Chengfeng showed his defeat.

However, although there is a difference of two levels, facing an unqualified person like Nie Chengfeng, the two levels are almost ignored, and it is difficult to defeat Wen Quxian, who has a solid cultivation level.

The body was exhausted and sore, and the sword spirit of the Red Flame Dragon in the Dantian and the thunderfish swimming back and forth were complementary to each other. The sword energy had thunder attributes, so the lethality of nature was naturally not to be described.

Then the question is, this situation is naturally a good time to pull the wrong side.

Zhan Xinzhi, slowly walked over with a sinister smile on his face.

"Nie Chengfeng, Oh, long time no see."

The demon priest pulled it up and nested in his hand, and the sword energy flowed all over his body, extremely transparent.

Wen Quxian, "It seems that it has been successful, and it is the origin of the thunder attribute."

"Zhan Xinzhi!" Nie Chengfeng gritted his teeth and read Zhan Xinzhi's name.

He forced his retreat, and Wenquxian rushed to Zhan Xinzhi in the dynasty.

"Oh! It's the ninth level? It seems that the old trash from the Nie family gave you the initiation, otherwise you wouldn't have reached the ninth level in less than two years."

Zhan Xinzhi said this naturally and came out casually.

However, it seemed to hit Nie Chengfeng's weakness.

He almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Stopped, looked at Wen Quxian and Zhan Xinzhi, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Damn it, even if your talent decides, the gap between the ninth level depends on how you resist it."

He rushed towards Zhan Xinzhi, showing a ruthless look on his face, and was about to take Zhan Xin's life. The Nie family's sword skills were urgently killed instantly.

This is the only sword technique in the Nie family, a middle-grade yellow scroll, which is also well-known in Wunian Ancient City.

It can be seen that Nie Chengfeng is in a position of defense.

Wen Quxian felt awesome when he saw this, but he could not stop him.

I saw Nie Chengfeng's figure illusion turned into a trajectory, one vertically and one horizontally, and the body of Xinzhi flew out.

The chest was wounded with a cross, the clothes were cut open, and I lay on my back on the ground, and as soon as I got up, my pupils contracted.

The powerful slashing force knocked him to the sky.

This sword slashed behind him, and a piece of flesh and blood behind him lost some consciousness.

Communicating with the thunderfish in the dantian released super-loaded lightning and surrounding his body, which was the defensive method he came up with.

But this did not have any effect on Nie Chengfeng.

He felt danger, and his instinctive intuition made him feel as if he had fallen into the Nine Netherworlds of Hell, and his life was threatened.

With this blow, he will...shoulder the throat with one sword!

Below, Wenquxian Shura's blood flowed to his eyes, making his pupils as dark as ink, as if he could absorb colors other than black, deep and dark, ancient and mysterious.

Shura Eye, this is a ability of the Shura clan, purify Shura blood, concentrate it on a certain part of the body, and improve the ability of that part.

He saw, saw Nie Chenfeng's trajectory, and the possibility of intercepting the Ji Jian Ni Shunkun.

Inside his body, there was a stir. The sword soul black unicorn was released and jumped into the sky.

Nie Chengfeng's sword penetrated Wen Quxian's abdomen, and the blue bird and the black unicorn confronted each other, and the blue bird fell at a disadvantage.

The two separated, Wen Quxian vomited blood. Because his cultivation level was too low, it was difficult to bear the Shura eyes. He could only relieve it and shed two lines of blood and tears.

Nie Chenfeng supported his body with the sword in his hand, and the qi and blood surging in his body, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Zhan Xinzhi fell to the ground and barely supported his body to stand up. The blood from the wound flowed down his legs like a stream, dyeing the flowers and plants on the ground under his feet red, which was shocking.

The wind is slightly cool, cools through the body and cools into the heart.

Flowers and birds are natural, the sound of streams flowing.

The indescribable feeling is very strange and difficult to express in words.

I have an inexplicable sense of comfort and inexplicable perception.

Zhan Xinzhi looked at the sky in the distance, as if his thoughts had been extradited to another world, another sky.

Wen Quxian and Nie Chengfeng witnessed Zhan Xinzhi's sudden change. Both of them could see that Zhan Xinzhi had a bright light on his body.

A kind of ethereal aura emanates from Zhan Xinzhi's body.

"At the time of death..."
Chapter completed!