Ji Xingwen specializes in swordsmanship and is a famous swordsman. Among his peers in Qingyunmen, his swordsmanship is among the best.

The moment he sacrificed the flying sword, his momentum exploded and he was full of confidence.

The disciples watching the battle are also looking forward to the next battle, it will definitely be very exciting.

Facing the imposing Ji Xingwen, Zhu Jiahong's face remained calm as usual.

"Look at the trick!" Ji Xingwen yelled sharply, and several flying swords hovering above his head flew towards Zhu Jiahong in unison.

"It's a mere swordsmanship, but you dare to show it, it's a shame."

The current Zhu Jiahong is not what it used to be. He went to the Buddhist world and saw that he has improved. He has seen too many sword masters and geniuses on the way.

Ji Xingwen's kendo cultivation is indeed good in Qingyunmen, but compared with the outside, it is really too ordinary.

Zhu Jiahong raised his hand, and a flame burst out from his palm.

"Fire method Palm fire." He pushed out the palm flame.

The flame, which was originally the size of an apple, expanded instantly and turned into a large fireball with a diameter of tens of feet.

At the same time, the color of the fireball also changed, from fiery red to dark black.

Ji Xingwen's flying sword got into the black fireball.

The next moment, Ji Xingwen's heart trembled, and his expression changed suddenly.

Because he couldn't sense those flying swords anymore, he couldn't sense their existence at all.

Just when he was surprised, the **** fireball flew towards him.

The terrifying high temperature distorted the space, and white smoke rose from the ground of the arena.

Looking directly at the flame, Ji Xingwen felt the fear of death in his heart.

A voice in his heart told him that he could not catch this flame, and he might die if he touched it.

For a moment, Ji Xingwen broke out in cold sweat and his hairs stood on end.

The fear of death made him lose all fighting spirit and his mind went blank.

He stood there blankly, his feet seemed to be welded to the ground, and he didn't move.

The referee above the ring was also shocked by the black fireball below.

Palm fire is just a low-level spell in the fire art, and its power is not very great.

But Zhu Jiahong's power is like supernatural powers.

At this moment, the black fireball was less than ten meters away from Ji Xingwen, and the hot air wave ignited his clothes, turning him into a burning man instantly.

This kind of burning power is not enough to cause harm to his body, but if he doesn't get out of the way, he will be engulfed by the black fireball.

"Dangerous!" The referee's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately flew down, quickly taking Ji Xingwen away.

The outcome of the round was already clear when the referee took the shot.

In the viewing seats, everyone's eyes widened, with shock written all over their faces.

They thought there would be a fierce battle, but they didn't expect this result.

On the high platform, the elders of the Qingyun Sect looked in disbelief.

They also felt that the battle between Ji Xingwen and Zhu Jiahong would last for a while, but no one thought it would end so soon.

"Elder Jin, your black horse is extraordinary!" Bai Luoxiang said.

"To be honest, we don't know much about this disciple. Today's battle really surprised us." Elder Jin said.

"Low-level spells can exert such great power in his hands, which is no worse than those evildoers on the list of arrogance." Bai Luoxiang praised.

All the elders laughed, their own disciples were so praised by others, they had very long faces.

The master of Qingyun sect couldn't laugh.

About one hundred thousand years have passed since what happened to Ye Wei, but it is still vivid in my memory when I think about it.

I don't know how many elders and countless disciples were killed in order to eradicate Ye Wei.

The sect master of Qingyun Sect now suspects that Zhu Jiahong is related to Ye Wei.

As the suzerain, he will never have a second Ye Wei and let history repeat itself.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight is like water.

In a certain wasteland of Qing Yunmen, there were two groups of figures moving rapidly under the moonlight.

They stopped in front of a deserted cave.

The two were shrouded in black smoke, and they couldn't see their appearance clearly.

"Guardian, this is the cave where Ye Wei lived." The black figure who spoke was Bai Luoxiang.

The other is the middle-aged man named Elder Zhuang.

"You stay outside, and notify me immediately if there is any trouble." The guardian said.

"yes!"

So, the guardian came to Ye Wei's cave quietly alone.

There is nothing in the cave, and it looks like nothing.

The protector took out a piece of jade and walked through the cave many times before finally stopping at a certain corner.

I saw the jade in his hand shining like a firefly.

"The reaction here is the biggest. Not surprisingly, it should be here."

The guardian murmured.

He put away the jade, and then made a mudra and chanted a mantra.

After waiting for a few seconds, the ground under his feet lit up with blue light, and then a formation pattern was revealed.

"It really is here!" The guardian was particularly excited.

He checked the formation under his feet, stood there thinking for a while, and then walked out shortly thereafter.

"Guardian!" Bai Luoxiang was startled, he thought it would take a long time, but he didn't expect to come out so soon.

"Go." The guardian said in a deep voice.

"Guardian, have you found something?" Bai Luoxiang asked.

The Dharma Guardian nodded: "The Devil Emperor Xiaotian's left arm is sealed inside, but there is too much movement in breaking the formation, and now is not the time."

"Then when shall we do it?"

"I already have a plan, let's talk about it when I go back."

"Um!"

In this way, they quickly disappeared into the night.

But not long after they left, the space near where they were standing just now distorted, and then a masked person walked out.

"Devil Emperor Xiaotian? Is the Emperor Realm powerful in the Demon Cultivator?" This person is Qin Chuan.

He listened to everything Bai Luoxiang had talked with that guardian.

Because Qin Chuan saw through the identities of the two demon cultivators at a glance, there must be a reason for the demon cultivators' appearance, so Qin Chuan had been secretly monitoring them.

He entered Ye Wei's cave and stopped at the place where the Dharma guard was standing.

Qin Chuan leaned down and touched the ground with his palms. He could vaguely feel a little energy fluctuation, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.

"I heard from the two demon cultivators that the left arm of a demon emperor is sealed here.

Thinking about it this way, the Devil Emperor should have cultivated an immortal body. "Qin Chuan touched his chin and whispered.

As far as he knows ~lightnovelpub.net~ Immortality is very difficult, but once it is practiced, it is basically impossible to die. Even if the catastrophe of heaven and earth comes, it cannot be killed either.

Before killing it completely, the best way is to dismember its body, and then seal the various organs separately.

If you want to be resurrected, you can only find all the dismembered organs.

But the Immortal Territory is so big, it is very difficult to get the organs scattered all over the Immortal Territory.

Throughout the ages, there are very few successful examples, which may be counted on one hand.

However, those who can cultivate an immortal body are definitely the strong ones standing at the top of the pyramid.

Qin Chuan now knows that the identity of the person who is sealed under his feet is the devil emperor. If he is resurrected, it will definitely be a disaster for the righteous way of Xianyu.

Just as he was meditating, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

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