"Master, Shuang'er is going too."
Yun Yingyue also nodded, and in the blink of an eye, Xu Jiujun brought everyone to the battlefield at sea.
The moment the figures appeared, a beam of light hit them from the sky. Xu Ning'er's eyes condensed and he dispersed it with a palm!
"The highest combat power is only at the Immortal Emperor level, there is not even a God level one, no wonder the fight took so long." Xu Jiujun summoned out the Heart Sword, and the three women hurriedly retreated with Xu Pingnian upon seeing this.
This retreat is a long distance of 18,000 miles.
"Uncle Master, why did we run so far?"
"Senior Sister Han taught you everything, but she forgot to teach you that if you see Master draw his sword, you should turn around and walk away."
"Master drew his sword and turned around to leave?" Xu Pingnian was a little confused. What did this mean?
"Master was once hailed as the Emperor of Poetry. There was a line of poetry that described him."
"The white-clad man holds a three-foot sword, and with poetry he slays all the evil in the world!"
"So when you see your master draw his sword, run! Don't look back. The sword energy has no eyes, and it might strike you at any moment."
While they were talking, Xu Jiujun had already activated the Poetry Sword Technique: "The vast blue sea battles the boundless, the mighty dragon roars shock the world!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a dragon roared, and the sword in his heart was like a dragon, sweeping away the demons!
Wherever the heart sword passes, blood will splatter.
“Who is that!”
"How could this person be so powerful? Why have I never seen him before?"
The demons don't recognize Xu Jiujun because most of the demons who have seen Xu Jiujun are already dead.
However, on this battlefield, there are still many decent people who know Xu Jiujun: "Wait, could that be..."
"With white hair and white shirt, he holds a long sword and recites poems..."
"No mistake, it's him, it's him!"
One of them even talked to Xu Jiujun.
Chen Fengxian said excitedly: "It's the Nine Heavens Immortal Lord of the previous generation. I remember that year, I had a few words with him."
"Old Chen, don't just brag about your cup. If you have the guts, go brag about the Bull Demon Clan."
"Exactly. I even said I fought him before."
"......" Chen Fengxian really wanted to say that I really talked to him.
At this moment, Xu Jiujun's poetry and sword technique killed 30% of the soldiers below the fairyland.
As for those above the fairyland, 10% were killed and 30% were seriously injured.
"The power is still a little weak. It only killed a few. It's too slow..."
Xu Jiujun's mumbling could be heard by everyone present. There was silence for a moment. How could he be so pretentious!
"Let's try the eighth move." Xu Jiujun raised his hand, and his cold eyes were seen by the four tribes. They suddenly had an ominous premonition in their hearts.
"Nine-pointed form, eighth."
"Silence and lightlessness!"
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