"How do I feel, this Shi Xiaole looks silent, but he is much stronger than Liu Ruofei. ”

Not only that, judging from the news from the Ling family, this son is only in his seventies, a few years younger than Liu Ruofei. ”

The battle between Shi Xiaole and thousands of real people is far from fierce, and even for Shi Xiaole, it can be described as light and light.

The meaning behind this is unclear to anyone.

Thinking of his information again, the master of the South China Sea doubted for the first time, Liu Ruofei is worthy of the reputation of a talented swordsman on the first day in the world?

If they knew that Shi Xiaole had falsely reported his age, but he was actually less than sixty years old, they didn't know how they would feel.

"I feel it, a duel with this guy is purely looking for abuse. ”

Looking at the depressed appearance of thousands of real people, Fan Shengnan actually felt a sense of sympathy. Maybe this is human nature, hoping that others will be like you.

"This kid, how strong is this?"

Emperor Ziqiong couldn't believe it, he didn't have such an exaggeration in the daytime, and now that he went up, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch Shi Xiaole's sword.

The eyes of the lovesick demon concubine beside her were full of charm, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Duels took place one after another.

Within the Nineteen Peaks, there is no distinction between day and night, and the energy of the Void Yuan Realm martial artists is extremely strong, so even if they fight for half a month, it will hardly affect the state.

Just when the battle of creation in the South China Sea was in full swing and gradually becoming white-hot, in another space, there were also nineteen peaks, and many powerful auras gathered together.

"Emperor Wu!"

"Master of the Ghost Carriage!"

"Great Xia Wu Emperor!"

“......”

One by one, peerless masters who were famous in the Dongsheng Continent and were at the top of the emperor list appeared in the mid-empty Creation Platform.

In addition to these people, there are also several young masters, such as Zhang Xiangfeng among the four demons, the Flame Child Emperor on the first day of the Western Regions, the Jinni Fairy who shocked the rivers and lakes when he debuted, and the monk from Shaolin Temple.

There is also a young man with an ordinary appearance but a good temperament, a strange strong man with a lazy appearance, and a young man with a beautiful appearance around him.

But what really caught everyone's attention was another group of strangers. Their aura seems to be a little stronger than Emperor Wu, and they should be the hidden masters of the Dongsheng Continent, born in this session, competing for great creation.

Compared with the one hundred and one people in the South China Sea, there are far fewer people on the Creation Platform in Dongsheng, only thirty-nine people, of which twenty-eight are the Forbidden Martial Emperor, and the rest are all invincible masters under the Forbidden Martial Emperor, and in terms of overall aura, they are far less powerful than the South China Sea.

Shenwu Peak.

On the way back, Duanmu is lovely, and Mu Ling stands together, looking at the creation platform from afar.

The three of them were all outstanding among the top Heavenly Realm Martial Emperors, but they were too young, only around sixty. Because of the lack of time, the strongest return trip, its ordinary martial arts are only ninety percent of the peak, and they will not be able to participate in this decisive battle.

"Lao Shi didn't come?"

Mu Ling's face suddenly changed.

With such an opportunity to shake the Dongsheng Continent, it was hard to imagine that Shi Xiaole would miss it. Unless, something big happened to him.

Gui Zhixing said: "Brother Shi is definitely not a very human being, no matter how big the matter is, I believe it will not be difficult for him, we don't have to worry too much." ”

If there is a person in this world who can make Guizhixing have blind confidence in him, then this person must be Shi Xiaole, and he can only be Shi Xiaole.

Too many times, he has created miracles that others simply can't do.

Fighting the sword rivers and lakes, it was a journey for him to become stronger, but who knows, what he left to the world is an unattainable, almost mythical record.

He has already become the brightest star in the rivers and lakes, and his every move can get the attention of the entire Dongsheng Continent.

It was not only the three of them who were disappointed.

Heavenly Sword Peak.

The Garan Sword Emperor and the Dustless Sword Emperor looked at each other, and there were many swordsmen, all secretly regretting and looking for something.

"That damn stone protector didn't come, it won't be done, right?"

On the creation platform, Mu Qianji turned his head to look around, seemingly lightweight, bright eyes, but with a trace of worry and anxiety that he hadn't even noticed.

"No Kirin?"

With his arms folded over his chest, the lazy-looking strong man narrowed his eyes and shook his head. The handsome man beside him did not change his face, but sighed secretly.

They dared to take a big risk and enter the land of creation, in addition to the fact that the Mengshi and Shi clans had researched the method of hiding their bloodline, another reason was to see Shi Xiaole.

Although at the beginning, Er Pingzhi's statement denied that Shi Xiaole was a member of the Shi clan, but what if?

Airplanes!

A boxy black stone tablet that fell from the clouds.

The battle of Dongsheng Creation is opened.

......

The tournament is in the twenty-eighth round.

The nine masters plus the peerless double pride are still unbeatable, except for the Ten Thousand Sword Emperor and the Thunder Emperor who fought each other, the rest of them can't even hold up their ten moves.

The second group is led by the White Cloud Emperor, the Heavenly Disabled Old Man, etc., as well as Shi Xiaole and Qianqian Zhenren, two young heroes, who are all popular candidates for the top 20.

Two rays of light shot out from the Creation Monument.

On both sides, it was the White Cloud Emperor and Liu Ruofei. One is the leader of the second group and the other is the leader of the third group.

"Liu Ruofei, at your age, it is rare in the world to be able to achieve such strength. ”

The White Cloud Emperor wore a white robe and hunted in the wind.

Among the ten pride, Liu Ruofei is the youngest, less than eighty. For example, Qianqian Zhenren, the phoenix-eyed goddess, is close to ninety years old. Therefore, the words of the White Cloud Emperor are really sincere.

"It's not enough. ”

Liu Ruofei said coldly.

"Oh?"

The three words made the Baiyun Emperor hear something else, and his eyes became extremely cold and profound. He admires the courage and diligence of young people, but only if they don't exaggerate and be ambitious.

"Seven white clouds!"

The power was in the palm of his hand, and the White Cloud Emperor pressed it forward with one palm.

The palm that covers the sky and the sun condenses into a sea of clouds around Liu Ruofei, and a new sea of clouds is born in the sea of clouds, with a total of seven layers, with clear layers, as if pasting and copying, and the circle progresses inward, one is stronger than the other.

At the seventh level, the majestic power seems to be able to tear apart everything in the world.

The cloud is only the appearance, and the force is the essence. What the Baiyun Emperor comprehended was the Yunli Martial Dao that fused change and masculinity, and reached the early realm of eleven percent, in terms of strength, he might be able to compete with the original Martial Emperor.

Of course, the White Cloud Emperor was already more than two thousand years old, and he was more than a round older than Emperor Wu.

"Infinite Killing Sword!"

In the face of the attack of the White Cloud Emperor, any reservation was stupid, and Liu Ruofei directly used a killing move.

The sword qi, murderous aura, and spirit all melted into the tip of the sword, making this sword extremely fast, like a meteor in the night sky, fleeting.

Laugh at!

The sea of clouds was poked out of a slender passage.

"What a strong sword power. ”

The induction power between the swordsmen allowed Shi Xiaole to clearly identify that the power of Liu Ruofei's heart sword had reached at least five hundred and thirty wisps, or even more.

Everyone has their own unique talents, some people are good at light skills, some people are good at internal skills, and some people are good at spirit, and Liu Ruofei's talent is undoubtedly mental strength.

"The clouds are roaring!"

Before the long sword arrived, the White Cloud Emperor waved his sleeve robe violently, and the wind condensed, like a white cloud cut into slices, striking out one after another, making a loud sound that shattered the sky.

Liu Ruofei not only did not stop, but under the drag of the long sword, it became faster and faster, as if he wanted to break free from the shackles and the shackles of the void.

Double.

Twice.

Shi Xiaole was surprised to find that Liu Ruofei's sword speed at this time had reached twice his usual speed, and the sky could not keep his shadow, only one meter of aurora, which appeared in front of the Baiyun Emperor, less than three feet, flickering and chilling.

"How so?"

"Is this the real Infinite Killing Sword? ”

In such a short period of time, everyone didn't have time to speak, but the thoughts in their hearts came and went.

Even Qi Duchu looked at Liu Ruofei.

Sonor!

A layer of cloud and mist light curtain was blocked between the Baiyun Emperor and Liu Ruofei, and the masculine and violent power circulated again and again.

"Cloud of the Otherworld", one of the two major killing moves of the White Cloud Emperor, any power that attacks on it will immediately rebound back. But the sword was too sharp, and it pierced the cloud curtain alive, and the sword qi was forced to condense out, directly hitting the face of the White Cloud Emperor.

Pound!

The body protection qi was shattered, and the Baiyun Emperor retreated thousands of meters, and his black hair turned white in an instant, but it was strangled by the excess sword qi that killed the vitality in his hair.

With his throat rolling, the White Cloud Emperor couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his body shook a few times.

Hiss!

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked by the heartbeat of madness.

"Liu Ruofei, it turns out that everyone has underestimated you, your kendo talent is unprecedented, surpassing anyone in the world, admire, admire. ”

The White Cloud Emperor looked straight at the indifferent young man opposite. For a moment, he thought he was going to lose, but he knew how much pressure Liu Ruofei brought him.

The younger generation, except for Xuanyuan Enemy and Qi Duchu, whose potential is about to reach its end, who can do it?

But he can't lose.

"Extinguish!"

Dao Dao cloud qi swirled around the White Cloud Emperor, and as he smashed it out, all the cloud qi fused into one, like a flying dragon circling, tightly bound, and the void made an overwhelming clicking sound, and a large area was shattered.

The ferocious masculine force, like a swirling whirlpool, can crush everything in the world that binds it, leaving no dregs.

"Cloud God Disillusionment", the strongest killing move of the White Cloud Emperor!

After casting the Wuji Killing Sword, Liu Ruofei was completely vain, his gaze crossed the Baiyun Emperor, and cast his gaze on the figure of Tsing Yi in the distance behind him, his dim eyes suddenly burst out with infinite battle intent.

I can't lose yet.

"Breaking the Sword!"

With a roar, Liu Ruofei's sword qi, murderous aura, spirit, and even evil aura, fierce aura, and battle qi all melted into the tip of the sword, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a strange force, entering the long sword, he was no longer him, just to fulfill the sword of this ghost crying god!

Suddenly, the platform went dark.

Dead black.

In the darkness, an extremely thin sword light swept by, and a touch of red splashed out.

"Poof......

gliding a distance of hundreds of meters, Liu Ruofei fell to the ground, his chest was pierced, the front and back were transparent, and the muscles and veins all over his body were broken, which was beaten by the killing move of the White Cloud Emperor.

Behind him, the White Cloud Emperor's eyes widened, and on the side of his neck, a blood mark spread rapidly, staining the ground red.

"Liu Ruofei, you almost won. ”

The White Cloud Emperor turned around and looked at the dying white-clothed swordsman with a weakened breath with a complicated expression.

The other party has obviously just created this sword, and he can't fully grasp it, and when he can send and receive it freely, the loser must be himself.

Liu Ruofei, you are amazing!