Under such circumstances, half an hour passed very quickly, but helplessly, Feng Yun, Mao Huilan and the others had to watch the Spirit Daoist and Bai Tu slowly walk into the door with a worried heart.

"Courage is commendable."

This sentence seemed to be encouraging the juniors, and suddenly made the face of the Venerable Spirit Daoist darker: "The spell of the Hundred Slaughter Daoist is wonderful, but it is too arrogant to want to win if you want to cowardly the enemy." "Everyone is a small master of the Creation Realm, although Bai Tu is powerful, but to say this kind of thing in front of so many people, it is inevitable that he will not be taken seriously, the clay man still has three points of energy, not to mention that he respects the spirit of the Taoist.

"Hehehe." Hearing this, Bai Tu didn't get angry but laughed, "In the front, the old man's exercises are not very good to keep his hands, if you hurt a Taoist friend, please forgive your sins." His tone was tactful, but there was no apology on his smiling face, and it was clear that he was threatening the Venerable Spirit.

Zun Ling snorted angrily and said no more, he was able to cultivate to this realm, naturally he had seen all the ups and downs, and it was still impossible for Bai Tu to mess up his state of mind with a few words.

As the referee elder shouted, the much-anticipated final battle finally began.

Zun Ling's arm shook, the sword and the umbrella appeared at the same time, and the momentum of his body instantly became extremely powerful! Although Bai Tu's face on the other side remained unchanged, when the blood sword was used again, everyone couldn't help but feel a terrifying killing aura from him, which made people shudder!

Seeing this scene, although Feng Yun's heart couldn't let go of the heaviness, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, the Venerable Spirit was also a major repair of the Creation Realm in the end, although he was afraid of Bai Tu, but the state was not as bad as he and Mao Huilan were worried about.

There is still a fight in this battle!

Although the two of them use swords, Zun Ling and Bai Tu are not real sword cultivators, and their swordsmanship is more inclined to magic swords, and they have not been able to cultivate sword intent. But even with so many similarities, they all feel very different. The sword of the Venerable Spirit is chic and elegant, the cold light is flying, the sword shadow is unpredictable, and it is quite like a fairy wind and bones.

And Bai Tu is completely different, the sword is full of blood, full of murderous energy, it seems that people can't help but be intimidated, but they are afraid, like a killing god standing in the air, ready to choose someone and devour it at any time!

In an instant, I saw a roll of the Venerable Spirit Long Sword, and thousands of sword lights suddenly turned into a long river of sword qi and rushed straight to the hundred slaughters! The sound of breaking the wind is also like a river sweeping and the waves crashing against the waves! The countless monks watching the battle below were so shocked that their mouths grew and they couldn't speak at all.

In the face of this scene, Bai Tu's face was not difficult, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth did not retract for half a minute, just depending on his luck, the blood sword he raised immediately burst into brilliant light. As the tip of the sword pointed out, a crimson pinch with a color so intense that it was like substance instantly erupted from the sword, heading straight for the fierce sword qi river!

"Boom-"

The astonishing collision erupted in the sky, and the ears of countless people lost their function at this moment, and they were dizzy and almost fell down. But the explosion was just the beginning, because then people saw an even more shocking scene.

The blood light is no match for the sword qi of the Venerable Spirit Dao people, but after the explosion, it was the sword light of the long river that collapsed first! In an instant, the river and the sea were overturned, and that bloody light was like a fierce star that directly smashed countless sword lights and went up retrograde, as if it was going to kill the Venerable Spirit Daoist!

Seeing this scene, the face of the Venerable Spirit Daoist turned pale, and when he landed with the sword method, the tip of the sword drew an arc in the air, controlling the sword qi in the sky to roar and sweep in the middle!

Although the blood light training is fierce, but the sword qi of the spirit is not vegetarian, the sword qi in the sky is surrounded by one place, and the momentum of strangulation instantly makes the blood light training no longer able to advance! Then people saw another terrifying light in the sky, as if a bright star suddenly appeared, but the cold light was mixed with blood, and it did not look like a good omen.

Before everyone in the audience had time to take a closer look at this strange scene, the terrible aftermath of the concussion had already poured down like an overwhelming force! The elders of the Haoxing Alliance who were holding the array flag suddenly felt a huge pressure, and the light of the barrier was also set off in violent waves, and everyone was terrified, for fear that the barrier would suddenly disappear, allowing that terrifying power to fall on them.

Wu Lao Wu, who has always been bold, couldn't help but shrink his neck, secretly thinking in his heart that if this barrier formation disappeared, how many numbers would he be able to hold on to under the aftermath of the battle between the two Creation Realm overhauls, three? One?

Feng Yun couldn't help but take his eyes off the two people who were fighting in the sky, and instead glanced at the people beside him, the gap was not obvious. Not only Wu Lao Wu, but even Wu Xiuneng, who had the highest realm among the brothers, was full of fear in his eyes, but Mao Huilan, who was born in Yuyin Valley, was completely different, except for the worry about the outcome of the battle, the rest were all longing for the Creation Realm.

Although this difference in mentality has a lot to do with the environment in which they grew up, it often directly affects the future achievements of these people, at least for Mao Huilan, the Creation Realm is not out of reach, and Wu Xiuneng and others have never thought of this possibility.

Feng Yun couldn't help but think of himself, if there was no love and hatred in his previous life, if there was no Liangyi Dao Book, Feng Yun was just a body refining cultivator who was lucky enough to embark on the path in order to survive, maybe he would also be like Wu Xiuneng and the others. However, there are no such ifs in reality, maybe it is the Liangyi Daoshu that has made Feng Yun what he is now, but it is precisely because he is Feng Yun that the Liangyi Daoshu will choose him.

The battle in the sky did not stop, but gradually became fierce, because there had been a big battle earlier, and the two of them did not test too much, and after the initial confrontation, both of them had already moved their true qualities.

Zun Ling has the blessing of Huaxuan's sword umbrella, and the swordsmanship on display is simply water-inadequate, and the fierce sword qi is dense and horizontal, almost occupying most of the sky, even Bai Tu is also shrouded in it, and the cultivators below the sect dare not take a breath, they can only shrink their necks and look at the two eagles in the air like gophers.

Bai Tu's formation is much smaller, one person and one sword is nothing else, but he is covered in blood and light in full swing, every time the blood sword is swung, the surrounding large area of sword qi is crushed, it seems to be suppressed by the Zun Spirit, but in fact, it is faintly unstoppable!

This scene is not that Zun Ling wants to suppress people with power, but he really can't find the flaws of Baitu, so he can only do so. But at the same time, it is not a small cost for him to exert so much sword qi, and if he continues to drag it out, he is afraid that he will be defeated by a hundred slaughters after his true yuan is not good.

So Zun Ling's face turned fierce, and he made a sword finger on his body and tapped it a few times, and then a mouthful of essence blood sprayed directly on the sword in his hand. In an instant, a flash of light appeared in the air, and the cold sword light pierced everyone below to open their eyes at all.

"We'll see." Pointing at the sword, Feng Yun's heart sank, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Mao Huilan couldn't help but feel a sinking mood, although she didn't want to admit it, whether it was the previous scene or the intuition in her heart, she was telling her that the result was very likely to not be as they wanted.

I saw that the sword light diffused in the sky quickly fused together, and six giant swords several zhang long suddenly took shape, and the tip of the sword pointed to the old man of Baitu who was surrounded in the middle! At the same time, the Huaxuan sword umbrella was finally thrown out by the Zun Ling, and the sword moves drawn on the umbrella surface were also connected in series in the rotation, and the fierce aura suddenly rose!

In an instant, the six swords moved together! Plus the Huaxuan sword umbrella that flew towards Bai Tu's head was the Seven Swords! Not only did he lock down all the directions that Bai Tu could dodge, but at the same time, Zun Ling also used ten percent of his strength, and he wanted to finish his work! In the face of such an opponent, he had no room to spare, and if Bai Tu died by his sword, then he could only say sorry.

However, he had a kind of unprovoked affirmation in his heart, Bai Tu would definitely not die just now, and this person definitely had reservations!

As Venerable Spirit suddenly attacked, the people watching the battle below suddenly burst into exclamations, and even the referee elders couldn't help but throb, but it was a pity that they couldn't raise the courage to go up and persuade the battle. Only Wu Zijin, who was healing his injuries in the distance, felt the breath and opened his eyes, cursing in his heart that Bai Tu would better die a tragic death under the sword.

Unfortunately, Wu Zijin's curse was not realized. I saw Bai Tu laugh fiercely, and a large amount of blood suddenly overflowed from his thin old face, and at the same time, his already thin body disappeared into the blood as if it had melted! The next moment, the seven swords stabbed down, and the vast sword qi shattered the heavens and the earth, and in the blink of an eye, the large ball of blood that the hundred slaughters had turned into a rain of blood in the sky!

Bai Tu died? Of course not!

In the screams of countless people, the blood rain in the sky flew quickly in the other direction before it fell, and quickly gathered together, and in less than a breath, a blood-colored human form had fallen into everyone's eyes! It's not Bai Tu, who is it!

This scene was simply extremely weird, not only Bai Tu, but even the blood sword in his hand and the clothes on his body seemed to be unscathed! What kind of spell is this?

Zun Ling didn't have time to care about Bai Tu's spell, because at this moment, Bai Tu, who had re-transformed into a human form, was already rushing towards him! With the blood sword in his hand, his face showed a fierce face, and from a distance of dozens of zhang, the murderous aura was already coming!

The whole process was so fast and urgent, that the spirit didn't even have time to rectify, and the instinct of fear had already driven him to flee from the place. However, as soon as his hands and feet moved, Zun Ling found something abnormal, his body was a little disobedient, and after a closer look, his body was entangled by wisps of blood-colored breath at some point, and that breath was constantly burrowing into his body like a living thing!

Seeing this scene, Zun Ling was really scared, and at the same time, Bai Tu had also killed with a sword.

"I throw in the towel!"

Zun Ling immediately shouted loudly, for fear that Bai Tu would not hear it, and he even injected the power of his divine sense to let the voice spread throughout the four fields.

Hearing the sound, Bai Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the tip of the sword suddenly deviated slightly. With a scream, a large hole was cut out of the flank of the Zun Ling, and the flesh that was ripped off did not fly, but instantly turned into a ball of blood and merged into Bai Tu's blood sword.

The end of World War I.