The wounds burned by the fire were aching, and a streak of blood slowly slid down the arm, leaving a long red mark.

The blood solidified and gathered at the fingertips. The cold wind suddenly came, and the hanging bright red beads suddenly slid down and dripped onto the sword body with white light. The

sword energy condensed in the sky, and the virtual and real sword light was blown away by the wind, like a flash of lightning.

The white light continued to gather and gathered into a majestic figure in the darkness. Looking closely, it turned out to be a flying and roaring dragon.

That was the power of the Dragon Palace.

Compared with human cultivation, demons have unique talents in cultivation. Since birth, they have cultivated demonic energy and spiritual power that can be manipulated. The bloodlines of the various demon tribes are different, and their powers are not entirely similar.

Now Lin Xun's consciousness is surging, and the dragon tribe's demon power is being drawn out as much as possible, supplemented by dragon blood entering the sword, and his fighting spirit has reached its peak.

Liu Xiuyuan did not take the mere Jindan disciple seriously, and originally wielded the Thunder Fire Art without much care, but he did not expect the sword light to be bright, and the spell was cut off with one move, and it quickly attacked him.

Tsk, it's hard to get around.

The young man cursed in his heart, and hurriedly withdrew the power in his hand, and leaped back into the air.

The annoying sword energy was like thousands of silver snakes dancing wildly. He was dazzled by the dazzling white light, and had no time to counterattack, so he could only dodge sideways with agility.

But in a flash, a gust of wind suddenly passed by, and his cheeks and arms felt like they were bitten by sharp teeth, burning with pain. He raised his hand and brushed it off, only to find that his skin was cut by the sword energy, and blood was oozing out.

Damn, how could this kid's evil spirit be so strong?

Liu Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel upset, and when he raised his eyes and looked at Lin Xun again, his pupils were full of murderous intent: "Do you think... you can beat me like this?"

As the voice fell, the lightning became stronger, gathering into a vast electric current that stretched like a ribbon.

He laughed loudly, and the half of his face corroded by the poison twisted in a very strange way. He waved his right hand, and lightning rushed to Lin Xun: "You are just a little demon cultivator. With your appearance, do you really think you have any ability? If you want to defeat me, go to the West Sea and move the royal family of the Dragon Palace here!"

He originally said it in a teasing tone, and also used the killing intention to fight.

Unexpectedly, the young sword cultivator standing in the yellow sand swung his sword, and the unstoppable lightning collided with the sword energy, accompanied by a deafening explosion sound -

his attack was completely dissipated, and was offset by the sword energy layer by layer.

What's going on? That kid...shouldn't he be blown into meat dregs?

"I'm sorry!"

He Zhizhou was like a big pancake paralyzed on the ground. He gasped in pain and shouted with a smile: "He is the royal family of Dragon Palace!"

Liu Xiuyuan: ...

Liu Xiuyuan cursed silently. According

to his observation, the demon cultivator had always been unknown and rarely spoke. When talking to the bandits, he would even get so nervous that his face turned red.

That's it - this is actually the royal family of Dragon Palace? !

Lin Xun's demon veins were fully aroused, and there was only "fight" in his heart. There was no extra lingering or nonsense. He grasped the long sword and attacked the sand dunes.

Dragons roared in the sky, and wherever the dragon shadows passed, there was a violent storm.

Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, the speed of the two men's fight became faster and faster, almost leaving the rolling wind behind.

Lu Wanxing was dazzled and his scalp was numb. Later, his eyes could not keep up with the rhythm, and he could only see the sharp white light flashing around.

The shadow of the long dragon was becoming clearer and clearer with Lin Xun's movements. The initial translucent light gradually deepened and slowly showed its outline.

At the moment when the long sword collided with the talisman.

Lu Wanxing held his breath and heard the sound of his heart beating wildly.

Amid the dense lightning that spread out like a net, the giant dragon roared and raised its head high. Soon,

sword lights rained down, and each white light condensed into the shape of a long sword, breaking through the wind and piercing deeply into the power grid!

Clang!

The first sword light pierced through the sky net, bringing a dazzling light to the dark desert.

Clang!

More and more white lights passed through the electric current, and the dragon's body trembled violently, emitting a piercing scream.

Lin Xun gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold back the boiling liquid surging in his throat, and his black eyes showed unprecedented determination.

This is the blow!

The nets were everywhere, and the imprisoned dragon was roaring wildly. The originally indestructible electric current was like a mirror that suddenly shattered, and a crack appeared that kept spreading.

The cracks were getting bigger and bigger, and more and more.

Suddenly, the dragon raised its long white tail condensed by sword light, and swept it hard towards the place where the electric current was -

"Liu Xiuyuan's formation..."

He Zhizhou grinned and coughed out a mouthful of blood, unable to stop the smile in his tone: "It's broken!"

The formation shattered like a mirror, and the electric light shattered like scattered mirror pieces. Liu Xiuyuan was blown away by the sword energy and fell off the dune wolf.

Lin Xun was fighting for his life, but now he was also seriously injured. The long sword in his hand could not withstand such a strong spiritual power and shattered instantly.

"How are you!"

Lu Wanxing was terrified, and did not care that Liu Xiuyuan might attack again at any time. She hurried to Lin Xun's side and was frightened by the blood all over the boy: "Don't worry! I have medicine in my storage bag, I--"

She didn't say anything, and her body suddenly froze.

Lu Wanxing has practiced on her own for many years and can feel the strong murderous aura coming from behind her.

She wanted to turn around and fight back, but her arm suddenly had an unfamiliar force.

It turned out that Lin Xun frowned and pulled her behind him, then took a step forward and blocked a fire attack with his remaining spiritual energy.

"You're still trying to be brave until now?"

Liu Xiuyuan got up from the ground without knowing when, his face was covered with blood, and he was so weak that he couldn't even stand steadily: "You don't have much strength left in your body, right? Although we are equally matched... but how much resistance can a sword cultivator have without a sword?"

Lin Xun didn't say anything, his pupils were dark and his emotions could not be seen.

He was right. Without his sword, he would never be able to survive five rounds in Liu Xiuyuan's hands.

"So what if you have the blood of the Dragon Palace! In the end, you will become a waste that I can crush at will like Wen Hemian!"

The man became more and more excited as he spoke: "Wen Hemian hasn't used a sword for many years, and your senior brother is unable to move far away. I want to see what you can do today--"

His smile froze before the word "how" was completely uttered.

The voice in his throat was about to come out, but when it was suddenly stuck, it turned into a bubbling sound.

It was very embarrassing.

Who could tell him.

Why did that poor-looking girl... take out a sword with a white glow from the storage bag?

Lu Wanxing widened his eyes, holding the long sword in his hand, and looked at him in confusion: "Sword? Are you talking about this?"

Liu Xiuyuan: ...

He thought it was very weird and outrageous.

This is not the most outrageous thing.

But she saw a golden light flashing in her storage bag, and a sword actually fell out.

Then the long swords fell like an unstoppable stream of water, forming a bulging hill. Looking around, each sword was of extraordinary value and excellent quality.

Liu Xiuyuan: ...

Fuck.

Liu Xiuyuan was so angry that he forgot his villain identity and the tense situation. He said with a trembling voice: "I need an explanation."

"That's right, didn't I run to the desert to find my brother?"

Lu Wanxing shook her head: "You can often see abandoned magic weapons in the desert. I collected them all and thought that after I found my brother and left Pingchuan Town, I would return these relics to the major immortal sects."

That's why she didn't sell the priceless sword and lived in a tight situation.

Liu Xiuyuan was so angry that his eyes were red and his expression was completely out of control.

Qian San was paralyzed on the ground. Hearing this, he jumped up with his eyes as big as copper coins: "Didn't sell? Didn't sell anything? Then what do you often do in secret transactions with strangers?"

"Don't families often come to look for relics and corpses?"

Lu Wanxing glanced at him: "If I find them, I will return them all to them."

"Well, well, well," some bandits said anxiously, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Will anyone believe me if I say this?"

Lu Wanxing raised her chin towards them, her expression a little arrogant and a little cool: "It's enough for me to understand what I'm doing. Do I need to go to great lengths to get your approval?"

When she was younger, she tried to explain.

But people's prejudices are hard to change. No one believes that her brother really died in the desert. No one believes that the traitor's family has good intentions. No one believes that facing so many precious relics, anyone would not be tempted.

It was obviously their prejudices, but they insisted that she bear all the consequences. Every time she wanted to state the facts, she would only be ruthlessly ridiculed and mocked.

Later, Lu Wanxing no longer bothered to explain. Sometimes, it was much easier to perfunctorily explain with a smirk than to explain with great effort.

She knew that she remembered what her father and brother had said, that being a good person for the rest of her life was enough.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't feel sorry for me - when those people in the town talk, I think of them as frogs croaking."

Lu Wanxing no longer looked at Lin Xun's hesitant expression, put his hands on his waist, glanced at the pile of long swords on the ground, and said proudly: "Come on! Whichever one you want, just pick it!"

Liu Xiuyuan: "Haha."

Liu Xiuyuan: "Big brother and sister, be gentle, don't hit me in the face."

Liu Xiuyuan acted majestic before, but in fact he didn't have much stock left.

As a fence-sitter who is very good at judging the situation, he surrendered obediently, claiming that he would tell everything he knew.

"What? You want to know the plan of that group of evil cultivators? I don't know either!"

He was shivering in pain. Surrounded by his bandit brothers, he shivered in a sea of ​​muscles: "They only told me to get rid of all of you here - oh oh oh! By the way, I overheard their conversation before. They kept saying someone's name, what's it called...'Peggy'!"

Pei Ji.

Lin Xun couldn't understand: "Since their target is Junior Brother Pei, why would they take Junior Sister away?"

"...Maybe they took Ning Ning away just because they wanted to target him."

Wen Hemian pressed his brows and brushed his fingertips, but he still couldn't get rid of the worry between his brows: "The two-edition dust formation is condensed by the spiritual power and flesh and blood of upright cultivators. Since the demons have taken action, it means that there is a flaw in the formation. If you want to magnify this flaw and destroy the formation--"

He paused, his tone sinking: "It requires extremely strong demonic energy."

"Demonic energy?" Lin Xun frowned, "There is so much demonic energy in the Demon Realm, isn't it enough?"

"If you want to break the formation, you can only do it from outside the formation."

Wen Hemian shook his head: "Now the demons haven't caused any trouble, which means that although there is a problem with the formation, it is not serious. Not many demon cultivators have escaped - with their strength, it may be difficult to destroy the formation."

He Zhizhou was so surprised that he forgot the pain: "Could it be that they are targeting Pei Ji? But he can clearly suppress the demonic breath. In terms of demonic energy, he should not be as strong as those guys in the Demon Realm!"

"The demons value bloodline very much. The more noble the bloodline, the heavier the demonic energy it contains. The reason why we can't feel Pei Ji's demonic energy is because he is trying his best to restrain himself and has not yet become a demon."

Wen Hemian said: "The war was fierce back then, and all the major demon lords and demon masters were destroyed. They can only pin their hopes on the next generation of descendants. And the vast majority of demon lords... don't have descendants."

In other words, Pei Ji may be the only hope for the demons to break through the formation.

"Induce him to lose his mind, cause his mind to be in chaos, let him become a demon, and then make him pierce his heart with thousands of arrows and sever his tendons and veins, and sacrifice them to the formation... maybe he can break through the two instruments of dust."

Lin Xun was stunned.

His heart was beating wildly. He was stunned for a long time. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse than ever before: "So they kidnapped Junior Sister--"

Wen Hemian frowned: "In order to disturb Pei Ji's consciousness, they probably wanted to... kill her in front of him."

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What Bai Wu said was true. When Ningning came out of Ziwei Realm, she found herself in a very long and dark crack. Looking up, she could see the top of the cliff in the distance.

It seems that she was dragged underground by the vine monster, and after a struggle, she was thrown off by it and happened to fall into the Ziwei Realm.

So when she came out again, she was in the deep rift valley where the Ziwei Realm was located.

She knew nothing about the terrain in the desert, but fortunately, Wei Yujiu brought a map. Now she used the sword light to search carefully and soon found the exit of the rift valley on the map.

While looking at the map, Ning Ning couldn't help thinking that this place was extremely remote. The sword spirit in the Ziwei Realm must have suffered an extremely fierce impact that ordinary people could hardly imagine in order to come here.

As for her master, it is likely that he has passed away many years ago.

Where would the original body of the sword be?

The most urgent task is to merge with others as soon as possible, and there is no time to think too much.

After determining the direction, she hurriedly closed the map and was about to leave along the rift valley, but in the endless darkness, she heard several footsteps.

Ningning paused slightly.

The rift valley was not wide, and because there was little sunlight, there was endless darkness in front and behind.

The sand and rocks on both sides silently cast extremely heavy shadows, and even if you were just standing there, you would feel unbearable suffocation.

What's more, those footsteps came without warning, stepping lightly on her eardrums, like a ghost that came quietly, making people's backs cold. The fear of the unknown is the most terrifying. Ningning gripped the hilt of the sword in her hand, ready to turn around and draw the sword, but in the next moment, she couldn't help but frowned