Wei Sheng walked on the street, and the people around him looked at him in awe. Wei Sheng is now famous in the devil world, and so far, he has not lost a single defeat.

More than twenty masters have fallen under his sword.

Many of them are famous and powerful people. With consecutive victories, Wei Sheng's reputation is unprecedented.

It only took him a few months from the initial invitation to challenge to the current challenge.

The demons really don't have much ill feelings toward Wei Sheng. He is taciturn, strong as iron, without any pretense, his style is simple and frugal, without the slightest bit of arrogance, his pursuit of power is extraordinarily persistent, and he is pious to the sword.

It is touching. He is also upright and upright. Although he defeated twenty masters in a row, few people died under his sword.

In the eyes of the proud demons, Wei Sheng possesses almost all the advantages that the demons admire.

It would be difficult for a demon to feel disgusted with such a person. Many demons secretly lamented that it would be great if such a person were a demon.

He is so powerful!

After losing to twenty general-level masters in a row, many people were already speculating that he had no opponent below the commander-level.

Do we really need to be handsome?

However, more people think this statement is meaningless. Which commander does not hold great power? They are busy with expansion and war at this time. Who has time to compete with a sword cultivator?

Maybe Wei Sheng's strength is infinitely close to the handsome level, but even if there is a thin line between him, this gap is insurmountable.

The eyes of the big shots were focused more on the battle between Jiang Zhe and Xiao Mo Ge. In their view, a master like Wei Sheng is certainly admirable, but if he has not entered the Void Returning Stage, he will not have any influence on the entire era.

It has no real impact on the situation. But the outcome of Xiaomogo's battle will directly change the situation.

If Xiaomo Ge wins, his reputation will skyrocket, and he will become the first warrior of the new generation in the demon world. However, the decline of Xuankong Temple cannot be stopped.

And if the Xuankong Temple wins and the demons are defeated again and again on the battlefield, Jiang Zhe's prestige will become stronger and the Xuankong Temple will become stronger. But Laughing Moge will have nowhere to stay.

This battle received far more attention than Wei Sheng's competition.

Wei Sheng was not affected by this. These factors were never within the scope of his attention. He was on the stage as usual, quietly waiting for his opponent to arrive.

He sat cross-legged, with the black sword floating beside him.

He didn't know who his opponent was today. He had never collected information about any opponent, and it meant nothing to him. He did it to sharpen his swordsmanship, not to win or lose. Pure victory meant nothing to him.

no value.

The heart is like a void, and a small black sword hangs in the void. If you look closely, you will find that it is a smaller version of the black sword. But unlike the violent and bloodthirsty black sword, this small black sword

, but it is beginning to take on a majestic appearance.

The sword is like endless void!

Vast, deep, endless!

Wu Kong Sword Intent!

His Wu Kong Sword Intent has surpassed that of any predecessor of the Wu Kong Sect, reaching an unprecedented height. The sixth-grade sword art is undergoing transformation in his hands.

Suddenly, the little black sword trembled slightly.

A wave of Wu Kong Sword Intent that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, spread out in all directions like ripples.

Everything around him appeared in Wei Sheng's mind.

Among the dense crowd, one person stands out clearly.

This person is spying on me!

The little black sword and Wei Sheng were connected mentally, and they seemed to sense something and trembled.

Sword intent!

This person is a sword cultivator, and a Kunlun sword cultivator!

His eyes revealed subtle hostility, but what made Little Black Sword react like this was the faint smell of Kunlun Sword on his body. It was indistinguishable to the naked eye, but in the void of the sword, this smell was...

So eye-catching.

Kunlun would not let it go, he had known it for a long time.

However, Kunlun probably didn't expect that he would not give up.

Wei Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp gleam flashed through his determined eyes.

Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving!

Wei Sheng stood up, and the black sword seemed to be attracted and flew into his palm.

The demons in the audience were stunned for a while. This was the first time they saw Wei Sheng making other moves before the competition. In previous competitions, before the opponent arrived, Wei Sheng would sit on the ground like a rock with his eyes closed.

like a statue.

What does he want to do?

The demons all showed puzzled expressions.

At this moment, Wei Sheng's clear shout was heard and spread throughout the audience.

"When did the Kunlun Sword Cultivator turn into a hideous person?"

The black sword in Wei Sheng's hand pointed at the Kunlun sword cultivator hidden in the crowd.

Kunlun sword cultivator!

The demon clan in the audience was in an uproar.

The two words Kunlun have brought endless pain to the demon clan for thousands of years.

Where the tip of Wei Sheng's sword pointed, the crowd parted like a tide, revealing the Kunlun sword cultivator in the crowd.

He is of medium stature and has an unattractive appearance. He looks no different from an ordinary demon. If he is placed in a crowd, he will disappear quickly.

The Kunlun sword cultivator made no other moves, he was already locked by Wei Sheng's sword intent.

"I'm curious how you found me?"

His voice was hoarse, dry, and very unpleasant. He had no momentum at all, just like an ordinary person. But his words undoubtedly acknowledged his identity.

"My sword knows you."

Wei Sheng said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the space around him and Kunlun Sword Cultivator had turned into nothingness, an endless void.

"It is rumored that the Wukong Sword Sect has a sixth-grade sword art called [Wukong Sword Art]. I didn't expect you to come up with another skill and take it to a higher level. Your sect leader and uncles are aware of Quanxia, ​​and they must also feel it.

Be happy." The Kunlun sword cultivator smiled and thought of himself.

Wei Sheng's body trembled.

Deep sorrow gradually appeared in his eyes as solid as iron, and the knuckles of the palm holding the black sword turned white and trembled slightly due to too much force.

The endless void trembled, and there were faint signs of instability.

The Kunlun sword cultivator had a slight smile on his face and strolled slowly, as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard, taking it calmly.

"It's a pity that you didn't get to see them again. Even your senior brothers fell into the hands of the demons and became their prisoners. The Wukong Sword Sect has been passed down for hundreds of years and has been annihilated.

regret."

Wei Sheng didn't say a word, but the color on his face faded little by little with the other person's words.

Kunlun sword cultivator looked at Wei Sheng with a half-smile but not a smile. According to the intelligence, Wei Sheng's character is as resolute as iron and extremely tenacious, but he attaches great importance to friendship. This is his biggest weakness!

The meaning of the sword is eternal and will last forever. Friendship is nothing more than worldly things. If the meaning of the sword is contaminated by it, it will never reach its peak.

What a pity for a good man!

The Kunlun sword cultivator still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.

A small transparent sword as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in his palm at some unknown moment.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly felt a flash of fear in his cold eyes.

The aura of Wei Sheng in front of him suddenly changed in an astonishing way.

The distant and desolate atmosphere, carrying deep sorrow, surged from the endless void, turned into strands, and disappeared into the black sword in his hand.

The black sword suddenly let out a deep cry!

Like the roar of ancient desolate beasts, the aura of violence and ferocity is overwhelming, and the thick smell of blood seeps out from the sword body and blends into the surrounding dark void.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the dark void was dyed with a dark red color.

Wei Sheng's body was shaking violently and his face was pale, as if all the blood in his body had been drained. But his hand holding the black sword was as motionless as a rock.

The Kunlun sword cultivator suddenly raised his head, and he suddenly saw a huge blood sword floating motionless like a mountain behind Wei Sheng.

Threads of blood dripped down the blood, and the violent and bloody smell made his sword heart tremble instinctively.

This is……

Wei Sheng's red eyes turned deep red, then dark red, until they turned black again.

A black as deep as the endless void before.

The overwhelming killing intent and the smell of blood seemed to suddenly disappear, and the huge blood sword behind Wei Sheng also disappeared like a phantom.
To be continued...