"It's really a demon cultivator! Spirit Saint Intermediate Great Perfection! And he is also a person who kills extremely heavily! Hehe! The old man didn't come here in vain!" Qing Kui's tone suddenly had something different from Fang Cai's, and a trace of inexplicable brilliance flashed in his eyes, but it was annihilated in an instant.

"This Qingkui can actually see his own realm clearly!" Amu's heart moved, and the Qingkui's performance was completely different, his tone and expression were extremely weird.

But at this time, without thinking too much, Amu shook with one hand, and the black rattan in his hand drew a mantail of more than ten zhang, and swept straight towards Qingkui.

Dealing with the soul realm, Amu naturally didn't want to wait for the other party to strike first.

Amu seems simple this time, but don't forget that this is a Spirit Saint mid-level Great Perfection Demon Cultivator attacking with a Demon Treasure that does not know the level yet.

The black mangs soared into the sky, rolling up endless murderous aura, accompanied by a slight dragon roar, flying sand and stones, and swept directly towards Qingkui.

It's just that this violent form is enough to kill all the monks below the Spirit Saint in an instant.

At this time, the people in the Northern Wilderness outside the field truly experienced the power of the Northern Cold Demon Cultivation for the first time. It seems that in the battle against Dongfang Huan yesterday, Amu definitely did not do his best.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the swarthy rattan-like object, no one in the Northern Wilderness knows what level of magic weapon it is.

But yesterday, even if the Dongfang Huan Immortal Treasure Flying Sword was shot, Amu didn't use the black rattan, and it can be seen that its power is definitely above the Immortal Treasure level flying sword.

"Huh?"

The black-robed Qingkui didn't seem to expect that Amu would have such power as soon as he made a move. Although he was a great realm above Amu, he also really felt the power of that black mang.

What kind of magic weapon is this? Even Qingkui doesn't know it.

Qing Kui hurriedly pressed his soul away, almost imprisoning the space around him. At the same time, I saw him poking behind his back with one hand.

"Uhhh

On the entire Tongtian Peak, a black lightning bolt suddenly lit up.

Zaijian, an ink-colored long sword glowing with black brilliance flew out of the sheath directly from behind the black-robed Qingkui like a dragon out of the water.

With a mantail more than ten zhang long, he swirled in the void and turned into a huge black circle.

At the same time, a jet-black sword light slashed down from the sky, directly meeting the black light swept out by Amuhei's rattan.

"Boom-" The black gas scattered in all directions, rolling like clouds and waves.

The two mangqi collided for the first time, and they were actually evenly divided.

"What kind of sword is that?" everyone outside the audience was shocked.

That ink-colored long sword black bloom flowed, murderous, as if it came from the netherworld, it must be a peerless divine weapon.

"High-grade Immortal Treasure!" Ah Mu held the black rattan in his hand, and he could see the level of this ink-colored long sword at a glance.

Above the sea wilderness, Amu, who could hold a high-level immortal treasure, had only seen people from the Yun family and the Miao family. You must know that the high-level immortal treasure is in the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Wilderness, and it is definitely a top-level existence.

The high-level immortal treasure will not easily appear in the world, Amu thought that Dongfang Huan's blue immortal sword yesterday was the ultimate magic weapon of this big competition, but he didn't expect that a mountain would be higher than a mountain.

A middle-level soul cultivator powerhouse with a high-level immortal treasure in his hand?How could this be the liliang that the Heavenly Desolate Sect should have?

In the first round, the two sides were tentative, almost comparable. It's just that the bluestone square, which was just restored last night, showed a crack several feet long.

Such a result shocked Amu's heart.

If Dongfang Huan appeared as the palace master of the Blood Moon Palace of the Jiangxue Pavilion, Amu Shang could understand. However, Murong Huang summoned a mid-level soul cultivator holding a high-level immortal treasure so easily, which was far beyond Amu's imagination.

What is the significance of these three factions?

Tianhuangmen doesn't need others, as long as this Qingkui is holding the immortal treasure and Amu is not there, then it is enough to destroy the Northern Han Sect, which is the two ancestors of the Northern Han Sect and the real people of Qianzang, and even if they leave the water, they are definitely not the opponents of this Qingkui.

You must know that back then, the Nine Elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect swept through the Northern Cold with just one person, and no one was invincible, if it weren't for the hard work of the black-clothed people, the Northern Cold Sect would have already changed hands.

Thinking of this, Amu suddenly felt a chill in his back.

If this Murong Huang did not use this method of competition but secretly did it, then the Northern Han Sect could be destroyed with a flip of his palm.

And Murong Huang didn't do that, what was this for? Could it be that Murong Huang knew that there was an old monster at the level of Scattered Souls sitting on the north peak of the Northern Han Sect Town? Or did Murong Huang have other plans?

This Murong Huang is too incomprehensible, what is everything he is doing for?

For a moment, Amu's thoughts were like electricity, but he couldn't figure it out. At present, the only thing Amu can do is to find a way to defeat this Qingkui.

Therefore, the black rattan in Amu's hand danced like a wheel, and went straight to Qingkui again.

Soul level against Spirit Saint, this Qingkui has an obvious advantage. The black rattan in Amu's hand is powerful, and the ink sword in Qingkui's hand is not weak. Although Amu attacked first, it was still a little difficult to completely keep up with Qingkui's speed.

And a few times, Amu wanted to use the black rattan to break the ink sword, but Qingkui would never use the sword in his hand to touch Amu's black rattan.

It seems that this Qingkui has a lot of eyesight, and he has already seen the power of the black rattan in Amu's hand.

At this time, I saw a strange brilliance flashing in Qing Kui's eyes, and then the index finger of his left hand was raised, and a gray vortex appeared directly on his fingertips.

An extremely powerful liliang is constantly gathering and condensing.

"Desolate Finger!" Qing Kui shouted violently.

That finger went straight to Amu Point, and the whirlpool on Zaijian's fingertip grew bigger and bigger, and instantly formed a gray whirlwind.

The entire Void Liliang was mobilized, and this was the ability of the soul-level cultivator. He can use his soul power to mobilize the general trend of heaven and earth for his own use.

At this time, this gray vortex was like a huge wormhole, trying to devour Amu.

The endless soul pressure has indeed caused great trouble to Amu.

At this moment, Amu is extremely nostalgic for the remnants of the coffin. If there is that remnant of wood, what kind of soul pressure, Amu doesn't have to pay attention to it at all.

If it weren't for the Demon Body, if it weren't for the Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Secret Protector Body, Amu at this time would not have the qualifications to fight with a soul-level monk at all.

This is still the case, Amu's actions are still affected and restricted by Qingkui's soul pressure.

Amu retreated sharply, but the speed was far faster than Shang Qingkui's advance.

A white shadow is like a line, and a whirlpool is like a wheel. Amu and Qingkui rushed out of the void in an instant.

The black rattan in his hand wanted to suppress Qing Kui's ink sword, and Amu couldn't rely on the black rattan to disperse the desolate dark finger.

As soon as his mind moved, the imprint of the Battle Spirit Ancient Lantern resurfaced in the center of Amu's eyebrows. At this time, Amu can only use his second treasure.

I saw that a blood-colored red light shot out from the center of Amu's eyebrows.

"Boom-" The clouds rose, and this red light was even more fierce than the one given to Dongfang Huan yesterday. No one knows what kind of treasure is hidden in the center of Amu's eyebrows, or if he uses a very special spell.

The gray vortex that was still aggressive just now was directly dispersed by the red rays of the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp, and the power of the Battle Spirit Ancient Lantern continued unabated.

Only by retreating sharply backwards, the ink-colored long sword in his hand, dozens of sword arcs were drawn in succession, as dense as a net, to completely seal the red ray.

"It's amazing!" Qing Kui stared at Amu's eyebrows in a daze, but he could only see a flame pattern in Amu's eyebrows, and he couldn't see anything else.

"What kind of spell is this?" said Qing Kui suddenly, his tone strange again.

"Divine art!" Amu sneered. In fact, Amu's answer is not complete nonsense.

The inheritance of the God King of the Ancient Protoss War is called a divine art, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The red light at the center of Amu's eyebrows flashed again, and another red light went straight to Qingkui.

"Divine art?" said the young man in surprise.

At the same time, seeing the red mang coming again, Qing Kui hurriedly dodged and disappeared directly in place.

The teleportation of the soul realm is almost instantaneous.

Boom -

Amu's red rays flew over the bluestone square and hit a cliff directly on Tongtian Peak.

The mountains and rocks flew wildly, and half of the cliffs were directly shattered by Amu's red mang, and the remaining half of the cliffs were actually in a state of semi-melting.

The heat wave disperses with the wind.

This time, everyone gasped, it was the people of the Northern Han Sect, and they didn't know what kind of spell Amu was.

The highest meaning of the Northern Han Sect is the Northern Han Holy Soul Technique, which has been lost for seven thousand years, and now Lishui is in retreat and cultivating. At the beginning, he took Amu away, even if Amu cultivated the Northern Cold Holy Soul Technique, he would never have such a domineering exercise.

This kind of exercise is not the path of the Northern Han Sect at all.

And the fact that Fang Cai Qingkui was able to take this style is enough to show the strength of a soul-level cultivator.

But at this time, Amu smiled bitterly. Using the Battle Soul Ancient Lantern like this is not an indiscriminate attack, and the soul-level cultivator can completely dodge it by relying on his cultivation, and it doesn't seem to have much effect.

Moreover, after all, there must be some restrictions on Tongtian Peak, otherwise he and Qingkui will open it, and although the entire Tongtian Peak will not be razed to the ground, it will not be much better.

Moreover, there are also disciples of their respective sects here.

As soon as the Battle Spirit Ancient Lantern comes out, I am afraid that it will directly destroy this Tongtian Peak. This battle is still a little different from the one outside Liuzhen, that time it was a hundred miles of uninhabited.

Amu didn't continue to urge the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp, but had to wait for the opportunity to fight for a single hit.

Zaijian's Qingkui appeared in the void, and he slammed the ink sword into the void. Then I stood straight in the void, my hands on my chest and the seal was fast.

A set of chaotic seals, a breath of bloody killing surging, Qing Kui's whole person was suddenly filled with the smell of bloody killing. And the ink-colored fairy sword hummed and whispered, and its color changed suddenly, as if it was coated with a layer of blood light.

"Sword of the Blood Desolation!" Qing Kui snorted again.

Zaijian's ink sword was already blood-red, as if it had been soaked in a pool of blood for ten thousand years, and the sword light seemed to reflect thousands of living beings, and there was a faint sound of howling.

The color of this sword reminded Amu of the river of blood under the southern abyss of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm. This ink sword must have absorbed an unknown amount of blood souls, otherwise it would be difficult to form such a bloody killing aura.

And as soon as this Blood Desolation Sword came out, Amu instantly captured a very familiar feeling. But I just can't remember when I ever felt like this.