My practice narration is weird

The once lush green hills are now only withered and yellow. And because of the earthquake, if you look from the air, the entire land of Qingqiu has been torn apart and devastated.

But now there is dust flying all over Qingqiu.

A roar sounded, and a figure was knocked hundreds of meters away in the smoke and dust.

The long knife was inserted into the ground for an inch, and Ye Wuyou managed to stabilize his body and then stood up again.

Someone stepped into the smoke and dust.

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, his expression was leisurely, and his eyes were calm.

His footsteps paused slightly.

A flash of sword light stopped him from moving forward.

Lu Caiwei didn't say anything, but just raised the sword.

No turning back.

Luo Qinghan stood in place, biting his silver teeth lightly, with a tangle in his eyes.

The three wolves showed horror in their eyes, dragging the little red wolf away from this place of dispute.

Ye Wuyou held a long knife in his hand, dragging the blade across the ground, and a line of Qi condensed on the tip of the knife, and the hard stone was easily split like tofu.

He dragged the knife to accumulate strength, and then suddenly exerted force.

The blade was lightly raised, crossing the ground, and then a sharp arc appeared.

The already broken earth trembled again.

In today's Qingqiu, some strange changes have occurred, which have enhanced the Qi of people who set foot here.

If Ye Wuyou was only at the peak of the fifth realm before, even if the magical power he displayed could threaten the sixth realm, it was not the real sixth realm after all.

Now, the sword moves he displayed are really no different from the sixth realm.

With the bonus of Qingqiu, Ye Wuyou felt that this might be a knife that was close to the peak of his spirit since he practiced.

In front of him was the flow of sword light.

In Lu Caiwei's hand, the sharpest sword light at this moment only hovered in front of Xing Dao. The invisible barrier opened from his body, and no matter how sharp the sword light was, it could not move forward.

As Xing Dao stepped forward, the sword light retreated little by little.

Looking at this scene, Lu Caiwei's eyes flashed slightly, and the clear long sword swirled away from her hand, as if she was going to use her magical powers.

There was a voice behind her.

"Change people."

Lu Caiwei did not hesitate, and swirled the sword away from her hand, and her figure lightly swept to the side.

The improvement of the Qi made Ye Wuyou fascinated. He held the knife in his hand, and the slight touch from the handle made him seem to be one with the blade for a moment.

The blade was slightly red, and the deeply hidden blood color finally eroded the blade little by little.

This was originally a knife that killed countless people. In the past, it was used to replenish the blood and qi of the blue-white demon.

The knife broke out of the ground, bringing with it the sound of wind and thunder, and the blade was stained with blood, like a red and white streak in the silent wilderness.

But the result of such a knife was not ideal.

Xing Dao looked calmly in front of him. He lowered his eyes to look at the blade in front of him, but his expression did not show any ripples.

Three feet.

Lu Caiwei could suppress the sword light within one foot of Xing Dao.

But Ye Wuyou's knife failed to break through the three feet in front of him.

So Xing Dao had no expression on his face, as if he had known this.

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Xing Dao even stretched out his hand to grab the blade.

"With your current cultivation, it is not bad to swing this knife, but it is not enough. I am really curious about how you killed my disciple." Xing Dao smiled lightly.

He was not in a hurry. He had been sitting in front of the Qingqiu Bitter Love Tree for several months without making any progress.

Now that he finally had some time to have some fun, Xing Dao didn't mind digging out more things from Ye Wuyou.

For example, how did you kill Ji Wuye?

His fingertips stretched out to the blade that was frozen in front of him and couldn't move.

The voice of the narrator sounded wildly in Ye Wuyou's mind.

[It is unacceptable for you to commit treason. However, a humble ant on the ground dares to act pretentiously in front of you. How dare this annoying dog's paw touch your edge! This barrier like a cicada's wing also tries to stop you. You must know that there is no membrane in the world that you can't break. You have broken more membranes than these ants have eaten]

No, what kind of metaphor is this?

But it doesn't matter.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou's eyes suddenly glowed with torch-like divine fire. The divine fire flashed, and the right eye was as deep as ink. Scarlet.

The scene in front of him was no longer Xing Dao, nor was it the Qingqiu Wasteland.

Instead, it was a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

The blade that had been stagnant was now trembling slightly, and the blood color was gradually wrapped around the blade.

The blood color that Lu Qingshan had wiped away with his magical power in the past once again eroded the blade, turning from black to red, and the black knife became a blood knife, showing its original appearance.

The blade that had been stagnant like a deep quagmire suddenly slashed downward.

A blood mist was raised, and several fingers were also cut off.

The blade then pointed directly at Xing Dao's head.

The figure that was as still as a mountain and had been stepping forward finally took a step back at this moment.

But when the blade attacked, Xing Dao took another step back.

Ye Wuyou's figure was like a shadow, and he followed closely like a swimming fish.

After all, the practitioners in this world are not as ethereal as the immortals seen in the Shinto Pillar. At least when close to each other, there is no means to kill people with just a glance.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou exerted the martial arts skills he had cultivated all along the way to the extreme.

Short dodge, long dodge, attack, and then catch the back swing.

Xing Dao's body retreated again and again.

There was a look of surprise in Xing Dao's eyes at first.

But the surprise was fleeting, and then this scene made his eyes reveal a deep gloom.

"How did you do this... No, it's just that the knife in your hand is strange." Xing Dao said gloomily.

"Strange shit, do you know that the red form of Tessaiga is specially used to break barriers!" Ye Wuyou directly slashed back with a knife.

Xing Dao's eyes were slightly stunned, thinking what is this kid talking about?

Who understands what you say?

The voice was gone in a flash, and Xing Dao was stunned for a moment, so how could Ye Wuyou miss this opportunity, and there was no obstacle in front of Xing Dao.

The blade touched Xing Dao's heart.

The aura passed in front of Xing Dao, and a crack was cut in the noble black and red robe of the Pavilion Master.

But Ye Wuyou's figure was stagnant.

Countless ghost hands attacked Xing Dao from all directions, but were blocked by a sickle.

Xing Dao, who had always been calm and unarmed against the enemy, finally used his magical powers at this moment.

A bloody giant sickle appeared in his hand, and with just a light stroke, countless ghost hands of dark blue were cut off at the root.

A blood mark first appeared on Ye Wuyou's waist, followed by a huge wound that burst open.

After Xing Dao finally got serious, the situation changed instantly.

But Ye Wuyou still smiled. He looked at Xing Dao's gloomy face, then gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Change people."

The aura bloomed again, the blade collided with the blood sickle, and Ye Wuyou suddenly borrowed the force and flew backwards.

The sword light that had been accumulated for a long time finally burst out.

It bloomed from the gap behind Ye Wuyou.

Lu Caiwei held the sword with both hands, raised the sword and hung it in front of her chest, and the tip of the sword pointed forward.

In the eyes of Ye Wuyou, Luo Qinghan, and the world, Lu Caiwei, who has always been weak and quiet, is now holding the hilt tightly with both hands.

The sleeves were gently swayed by the Qi, and the exposed lotus-like jade arms were throbbing with veins at this moment. The Qi and blood veins were clearly visible on the girl's body.

The arm did not move, but the sword body began to tremble uncontrollably, and then a loud sword sound was emitted.

The woman's clear eyes passed through the sword body, then spread to the tip of the sword, and finally looked at the figure.

Three points in a straight line?

No.

There was only one point in her sight.

Her eyes were always fixed on Ye Wuyou, even when the man was seriously injured in the waist, she did not help.

Because he did not call her.

Because she wanted to help him.

Because that was not the best time.

And at this moment, until the moment when Ye Wuyou's figure staggered.

The dust flying around suddenly fell silent.

Then the dazzling sword light passed like a meteor.

Focus on one point and reach the pinnacle!