Cheng Xinjun's sword is soft in the middle, and the power in the sword domain is dense and dense like a drizzle, unconsciously making people get wet, immersed in the body, slowly eroding the meridians and intestines. Such a seemingly soft sword intent will always make people involuntarily let down their guard, but as a result, they will fall deeper and deeper invisibly, and the injuries will become more and more serious.

Zixuan's sword is the complete opposite. Her undisguised domineering and fierceness, with the fiery aura unique to the Suzaku lineage, seemed to devour and incinerate people from head to toe into powder. Her sword intent was everywhere and pervasive, and everything that stood in her way, including space, could be shattered.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and the other party was originally refining the void and perfect, a small realm higher than Cheng Xinjun, and his bone age looked much older than him. He originally wanted to sneak attack from the rear with his strength and experience, especially when he saw Zixuan wearing the Zi family uniform, he was even more cautious to the extreme.

Who would have thought that Zi Xuan's spiritual acuity was even higher than that of the late stage of refining the void, and he was even one step faster than Cheng Xinjun, splitting the stable space with a single sword, making it difficult for the demon cultivator to hide in the fluctuations.

I thought it didn't matter if I found it, it was a big deal to fight head-on, but who knew that the strength of the Zi family's early stage of refining was far beyond his imagination, and it was even difficult to reach in the ordinary late stage. The two of them joined forces, and the sword and sword fused together, making the space within a radius of thousands of miles begin to shake and uneasy.

The spatial cracks and the wind became more and more violent, and Zixuan and Cheng Xinjun were always able to easily avoid the attack of the small storm with the help of the power of the clan uniform and the identity jade pendant, combined with the defensive power of the high-level spirit treasure on their bodies. And the demon cultivator on the opposite side didn't seem to be very rich, and all the defenses were destroyed by the storm, and they soon fell into a desperate situation.

At first, he could still rely on the suppression of the realm, barely dodging one sword domain after another, and not letting the opponent's absolute space trap him. But as time passed, the power of the twin swords and the power of nature attacked together, and finally he felt that he was overwhelmed.

Zixuan and Cheng Xinjun continued to speed up their attacks, but the spatial storm formed by the cracks and winds around them was too great, and their movements began to be blocked. Once the prudence is to the extreme, the strength that can be exerted is naturally not as good as when there are no scruples.

Five days have passed, and the demon cultivator has always been able to find a crack in the Jedi, and get out of it to find a glimmer of life. However, Zixuan and Cheng Xinjun were always able to catch up with each other, so that he encountered a dead end again, and then fought with him.

Both parties gradually struggled, and although Zixuan and Cheng Xinjun were not anxious and worried, they also felt that it was quite reluctant to continue. Lingguang was consumed too much during the first battle in the Huaiwu Secret Realm, and Zixuan did not dare to forcibly summon it again, lest it fall into a dormant state again and lose one of its most important hole cards.

In order not to fall behind in a more critical state in the future, Zixuan strengthened his determination not to let Lingguang fight even if he wanted to continue to consume. She once again ordered Hanguang to merge nine into one, and a sword slashed in the direction that the demon cultivator was about to flee, but the other party suddenly emitted a humanoid black mist, drilled through the spatial crack, and escaped again with secret techniques.

At this moment, the Qiankun Yin Bottle, which had not fluctuated for a long time, suddenly woke up, and asked unhurriedly in her dantian: "Hmm?

Zixuan was speechless, and hurriedly shouted in his heart: "Yes, you need it! Don't let him run away!"

"Okay. Prepare me, I can't kill him, I can only help you keep him. The yin bottle still has no emotional ups and downs, and the tone is calm and lazy, as if he has just woken up and is chatting with someone. But when it drilled out of the dantian, revealing the black and smooth bottle, the spatial fluctuations outside the entire sky stabilized for several breaths.

Although the body of the yin bottle is black, it is still very conspicuous in this darkness. It can absorb the power of the law, stabilize the fluctuations of time and space, and help the holder save his life in the distortion of time and space. Its aura is vast and heavy, and its magic power is so pure that it is awe-inspiring, and since it is not limited by the laws of the Nether Realm, it can exert the strength of a mid-grade earth-level spiritual treasure, that is, a seventh-order super-grade spirit treasure.

It has nothing to do with Zixuan, so the consumption has nothing to do with Zixuan. After cultivating in her body for a long time, the Yin Bottle seemed to have regained its own strength, and suddenly burst out with a dazzling white light, absorbing all the opponent's extremely domineering demonic energy, and did not even let go of the opponent's power to pull the law.

The demon cultivator was shocked by this sudden high-level aura of the Wu clan, and the attack was like a mud cow entering the sea, not to mention, even he and the natal spirit treasure were forcibly suppressed in place by coercion, and the demonic qi and blood in his body could not flow.

"Alright, you can do it. The yin bottle shook the bottle in a leisurely manner, so relaxed that it didn't look like it was fighting, but it seemed like pinching a low-level velvet rabbit casually. Zixuan and Cheng Xinjun couldn't keep the people who couldn't keep them with all their might, and they were easily stabilized by it.

Zixuan and the others couldn't help but sigh, and at the same time as it spoke, they made a move, and their swords were fired together, which contained the realization of the two of them in their lives, as well as the last few percent of spiritual power left in their bodies.

The sword light overflowed the sky, piercing through the spatial rift and flashing away in an extremely distant place. The demon cultivator who was stirred into the center of the two sword domains couldn't even scream in surprise, so he was trapped by the Yin Bottle, turning into ashes and dissipating without resistance.

"Thank you for your help. Zixuan had less than two percent of the remaining spiritual power, and thanked him weakly, and let the Yin Bottle return to the dantian again. "Cheng Xinjun, let's go down to repair it, and then come up to see the situation when our strength recovers. ”

Cheng Xinjun had already fought before, and at this time, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, so he naturally nodded when he heard this.

They didn't care about the situation outside the world, let alone looking for monks in the same camp to inquire about the news, so they came to the immortal boundary in a flash, came to Penglai Island through the thick black demonic qi, and dived deep under the sea to open up a cave and start meditating.

After seven days of cultivation with the help of elixir and the power of the formation, the two of them were still tired, but their spiritual power had returned to normal. When he stepped out of the bottom of the sea and into the air, Zixuan saw that most of the dark demonic energy on the sea had dissipated, at least now he could see where the sea and the sky met.

"That's a good thing, isn't it Lingjun?" Zixuan felt that it was a little quiet here, and his mind could not be completely calm, so he was a little hesitant in his tone. "There are no breath fluctuations outside the sky, has everyone been transferred to the Immortal Sea?"

Cheng Xinjun frowned, turned his head and looked around, the hair of the same color as the snow was particularly conspicuous in the demon mist. "I guess so...... Why don't we go to the Lingyun Realm and go to the Immortal Sea to inquire about the news?"

As soon as his words fell, before Zixuan could respond, the East China Sea suddenly swelled, and the sky and the sea tilted in an instant, as if they were about to be completely reversed. (https:)

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