"Six suns open the sky!"

Yang Qingxuan snorted lightly, and the six flames of the sun condensed in front of him, turning into a fireball like the first sun, and swirling down.

"Wow!You're Yang Qingxuan!!"

Yuan Kui's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the familiar move in front of him, and his shocked mind couldn't think.

He relied on the particularity of the martial soul to reach the current level by devouring the three-headed gluttonous subspecies.

And what about Yang Qingxuan?

Yuan Kui was shocked and angry, he didn't expect Yang Qingxuan's appearance to directly save his life, but endless jealousy surged in his heart, and his teeth itched with hatred.

"Boom!"

The first sun was like fire, slamming on the ghost, igniting all the darkness and sweeping away all the filthy aura in the hall.

Around the main hall, there were raging fires, shining on Yang Qingxuan's figure, which was extremely slender.

"Give me back the ancestral artifact!"

Lance's face was distorted, and he roared hoarsely, and rushed over.

The short dagger in both hands flashed, like two fangs in the main hall, and they tore down.

"Ancestral things? Hehe, how many years? The things here have long since become ownerless, and whoever gets them first will be whoever gets them. ”

Yang Qingxuan chuckled, his left hand was behind him, and his right hand grabbed out of thin air, and Nan Ming fell from the fire sword and swept out.

"Three thousand karmic fires!"

"Bang!"

A sword blocked the twin daggers, and the powerful aftermath shook open.

The roaring red flame tore through Lance's body, causing him pain.

Nan Mingli turned into a unicorn figure from the fire sword, roaring and grabbing the double daggers with both hands, constantly impacting Lance's body, shaking him away.

"Bang!"

A powerful light erupted from the sword and the twin daggers, and the two of them each shook back, and they were evenly matched!

"Hand over the ancestral relics!

Lance's eyes turned red suddenly, and he rushed up, his daggers opened like fangs, dancing rapidly in the air, stabbing out a series of cold light through his body.

Lance's wings are so powerful that they are so fast that they can't catch them.

A large area of cloud qi exploded under the vibration of the black wing, and the entire hall was suddenly confused in a cloud of air.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of weapons collided in the air.

Yang Qingxuan held the sword in one hand, dancing with a ray of brilliance, intertwined into an impenetrable sword net, blocking all attacks.

Yang Qingxuan's fiery eyes penetrated through the layers of void, and the depths of his black eyes continued to overflow with a little bit of gold, like Venus lighting up in the dark night, bright and magnificent.

No matter how fast Ren Lance was, it was impossible for him to escape his eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In an instant, another hundred moves passed.

The thick clouds and mist obscured the figures of the two people, and they could only see the crimson sword light in the middle of it flickering continuously, as bright as fireworks. At the same time, a huge murderous aura erupted from time to time, and it was as cold as a fire.

Yuan Kui watched in horror from the side, his eyes were full of shock, and suddenly a huge sense of frustration rose in his heart.

He did whatever it took to get a three-headed gluttonous xenomorph, and he originally thought that after devouring it, he would be proud of his contemporary peers. Not to mention winning the first place in the firmament, at least the top ten is a matter of nails on the iron plate.

Who would have thought that in such an ancient hall, he would meet two peers above him.

Not to mention that Yaksha is of different races, Yang Qingxuan's combat power has been crushing him since he was in the Black Sea. originally thought that when they met again, it would be the death of the other party. But I never imagined that I was so desperate, and I was still crushed by the other party!

Yuan Kui was in a trance for a while.

The fight between Yang Qingxuan and Lance has reached a white-hot level, Lance's eyes are red, the more he fights, the more irritable he becomes, and finally he completely loses his rules, so he relies on speed and ruthlessness to fight.

Yang Qingxuan is the opposite, his heart is becoming more and more calm.

Each sword stabbed out, as if it was a drill, exerting the sword intent to the extreme.

One fast and one slow, one moving and one still, one light and one dark.

Two diametrically opposed styles, diametrically opposed forces, represent two extremes, constantly colliding in the air.

"Bang!"

Blazing flames exploded, carrying a gloomy cloud in all directions.

Lance's eyes flashed with madness, and his huge wings suddenly flapped, and the whole person fused with the sharp aura of the dagger, piercing through the space.

"Stop the clouds!"

"Squeak ——"

Everywhere they passed, the space was torn apart and cracked, making a screeching sound.

Lance was full of rage, speeding faster than the speed of light, like a bat gliding through the night, rushing away.

Yang Qingxuan put away his sword and stood, his right arm was raised, and the sand suddenly grew stronger, exuding an infinite desolate aura, like an ancient giant beast slowly waking up.

"Eight desolations are gone!"

Yang Qingxuan blasted out with a punch, and the endless desolate qi washed out, shaking away the cloud qi and weathering everything.

"Bang!"

The ancient barren aura collided with the sharp aura, and the terrifying energy exploded, echoing across the hall.

The hall was crumbling in an instant, shaking around the walls, exuding an old ancient sound.

"Buzz ——"

Under the constant vibration of the instrument, two figures shot out from the wave of qi.

"Poof!"

Lance finally couldn't hold it and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The state of transformation shrank dramatically, and it turned back into its usual real body.

Yang Qingxuan's body was also shocked by qi and blood, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

As the tremor weakened the main hall, the entire hall suddenly fell silent, falling into a strange silence and balance.

Lance stared at Yang Qingxuan with a pair of angry eyes, without blinking.

And Yang Qingxuan is wary of Lance, and he has to beware of Yuan Kui.

Yuan Kui was in a trance, and his huge frustration made him look extremely depressed.

At this moment, a cold air came from outside the hall, as if a steel knife had scraped through the sky, which made people's skin hurt a little.

More than a dozen disciples rushed in from outside the hall, all dressed in the same color, with the appearance of a divine sword engraved on their chests.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at it and said secretly: "It's a disciple of the Sword Domain." ”

From the beginning of the mixed competition to the present, I am afraid that there are only 24 of the top 10 that can still keep such a complete personnel.

Yuan Kui's face changed slightly, staring at the person in the Sword Domain, the dejected color was immediately swept away, and his eyes were cold.

"Sure enough, it's a big hall. ”

The first person was the leader of the participating disciples of the Sword Domain this time-Dao Jinghuan, his eyes were like knives, he swept across the main hall, and landed on Ye Motian in surprise, and then withdrew his gaze and stared at the three people in the field.

The rest of the disciples spread out even more, blocking the entrance to the main hall.

Dao Jinghuan swept the three of them coldly, held the saber at his waist with his right hand, and said in a cold voice: "Take out all the treasures obtained in the hall, and then kneel aside, waiting for them to fall." ”

The domineering and strong oppression of the top sect is undoubtedly demonstrated.

Dao Jinghuan's words were like the momentum on their bodies and the saber in their hands, exuding a chilling chill, wanting to completely smash the other party's dignity, momentum, and even personality.

A disciple pointed at Yuan Kui and said, "Senior Brother Jinghuan, this person seems to be a disciple of the Zhan Ling Sect. ”

Dao Jinghuan sneered: "What about the Zhan Ling Sect? Can the twenty-four families be compared to our Sword Domain?

Some readers said that the martial soul devouring the starry sky is very weak, this is ...... , 22:00 in the evening, Weibo (Taisheng Shui), ) tweet - "Is it chicken ribs to devour the starry sky?"

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