Hell in front of the Tower of Babel.

"Let Yan Jun keep you waiting. ”

Li Yunsheng glanced at Yan Jun in front of him lightly.

And his calmness surprised Yan Jun a little.

"I can let you meet your master first. ”

Yan Jun glanced at the Tower of Babel behind him, then turned his head and smiled at Li Yunsheng.

"Not necessarily. Li Yunsheng shook his head, "It's not bad for a while." ”

"A little ?......"

Yan Jun smiled and shook his head.

"What about her?"

Yan Jun glanced at Dongfang Yu behind Li Yunsheng.

Just at this glance, Dongfang Yu's whole person felt like falling into an ice cave, and she trembled for no reason, if it weren't for the rotten wood flower umbrella that released a warm spiritual power to protect her in time, I was afraid that she would have fallen from the flying sword.

"You go to the tower and wait for me. ”

Li Yunsheng turned his head and looked at Dongfang Yu.

"Good ......"

Dongfang Yu nodded, and then on his tiptoes, the whole person was like a leaf floating in the air, and fell to the Tower of Babel little by little, under the traction of the rotten wood flower umbrella.

Dongfang Yu, who came to the tower, couldn't help but take a step back after seeing Yang Wanli, who was described as withered in the tower.

"You, are you the predecessor of Yang Wanli in Qiushui?"

She asked, stammering.

Yang Wanli kept looking at Li Yunsheng in the distance, and only turned his head when he heard this.

"Descendants of the Oriental family, come and sit. ”

A shallow smile appeared on his shriveled face.

"How do you know ......"

"Sit down. ”

Yang Wanli interrupted Dongfang Yu, and then looked at Li Yunsheng again, obviously not wanting to answer this question at this time.

"Hmm. ”

Dongfang Yu didn't ask again.

She carefully sat down at the table. Then he also looked at Li Yunsheng.

At this moment, she just looked at Li Yunsheng and Yan Jun standing in the air in the distance, and she couldn't help but feel nervous and uneasy inexplicably.

Regarding Dongfang Yu's entry into the Tower of Babel, Yan Jun did not look back from beginning to end.

"We've got to hurry. ”

Yan Jun glanced at the Moon Shadow Stone above his head, and then lowered his head to look at Li Yunsheng.

"Good. ”

Li Yunsheng nodded.

"Boom ——"

The two of them immediately flashed, and the distance between them was more than 100 zhang.

At the same time, Qinglong returned to Li Yunsheng's sheath, and Yan Jun pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The two of them stood quietly under the rolling red clouds, and the whole world was so quiet that only the sound of the wind was "whirring".

Finally, a churning red cloud in the sky accidentally revealed a gap, allowing the golden sun to fall from the sky.

Two piercing sword sounds rang out in unison.

Two sword lights swept below the sea of red clouds.

"Boom ——!"

A crackling sound sounded like thunder falling from the Nine Heavens.

The red clouds that had shrouded the hell for thousands of years on the heavenly dome dissipated in a matter of moments.

The sun is falling, the blue sky is like washing,

And in the center, two long swords, like a comet dragging its tail, confronted each other with the tips of the swords.

These two swords, the body of the green dragon sword is as clear as autumn water, and the moon-white sword flowers are washed out from the tip of the sword like a waterfall.

Yan Jun's sword was completely black, and the sword brilliance around the sword body slowly spread out like ink dripping into the water, swallowing up the light of half of the sky.

The two of them are like this, one black and one white, dividing this world into two.

With just one starting hand, the monks of the ten states under the mirage were dumbfounded.

In particular, as soon as those two swords were struck, they divided the power of heaven and earth, making many monks wonder if the two people in the virtual image above their heads really existed in the ten states.

However, the most confusing thing is that Yan Jun of Yan Prison is actually also a sword cultivator.

"Accident?"

Yan Jun looked at Li Yunsheng in the distance and said with a faint smile.

At this time, the ink-colored sword flower around his body spread out like a tide, and the cake used it to fight against Li Yunsheng's white sword flower.

"It's fine. Li Yunsheng shook his head, "There are thousands of avenues, different paths lead to the same end, after being cut off from the heavens by the Buddha Kingdom, the gift of the Dao Gate of the Divine Kingdom cannot bless the ten states, if you want to find a powerful means, there is no doubt that the sword is the best choice." ”

"It looks like you've mastered most of the inheritance of the Sin Factor ahead of time. ”

Hearing this, Yan Jun's eyes inadvertently flashed with a hint of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Maybe a little more than you think. ”

Li Yunsheng raised his hand as he spoke, and his index finger and middle finger were brought together a little forward.

A dragon-like sword roar sounded, and the moon-white sword blossom suddenly rushed out like a river waterfall from his body, suppressing the aggressive momentum of the ink-colored sword blossom in front of Yan Jun, and the green dragon even split the ink-colored sword blossom in front of him in one go.

At this moment, compared to ordinary monks, monks like Zhao Xuanjun, who had reached the holy realm, were shocked beyond words after seeing this scene in the mirage.

Not to mention the means of the two of them, but more importantly, the sword swords around them that were condensed with sword qi and were like mist and light, even if they swam out at will, it was enough to kill the vast majority of the monks in the ten states.

Knowing this, how can they not be frightened.

As soon as these two people came up, they didn't leave any room for it, it seems that they have really had a grudge for a long time, and they both want to kill each other. ”

Some monks couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

But immediately, his gaze on the mirage straightened again.

"How is this ...... Possibly?"

He looked stunned and saw that as the soul rings on the back of Yan Jun's head were born one after another, the Xuanxi Sword Hua that had been split by the green dragon began to recondense, and in the blink of an eye, the green dragon had been blocked again.

At the same time, the ink-colored sword surging around him began to spread out from under his feet like a cloud.

In the end, a full twelve soul rings were directly born in the back of Yan Jun's head.

The twelve soul rings, coupled with the inky clouds that covered the sky and the sun behind him, made Yan Jun, who was standing quietly in the sky, look like a god and demon had been born, and he didn't need any eyes or movements to make people unconsciously fearful in their hearts.

And after the twelve soul rings appeared, Yan Jun gods and demons didn't say anything, but just like Li Yunsheng, his index finger and middle finger were together, and he pointed lightly in the direction of Li Yunsheng.

In an instant, the ink-colored clouds condensed by the sword blossoms in the sky, as if they had life, surged out from behind Yan Jun and swept away in the direction of Li Yunsheng.

With this earth-shattering might, even the green dragon couldn't help but let out an unwilling scream, and kept retreating under the invasion of the sword qi of the ink clouds in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, this "ink cloud" has shrouded the entire world.

The entire mirage was pitch black, except for a small piece of heaven and earth around Li Yunsheng, which was more than 30 zhang long, still flickering, like a small oil lamp in the dark night.