The sword light hung high above everyone like rain, and the sword bodies of countless swords reflected dazzling light.

Countless sharp edges hung above everyone's heads, and even when standing at the farthest, you could clearly feel a cold suddenly arise from everyone's body.

The long swords pointed at Feng Yuxiu from top to bottom, and the yellow lights of the Mingqiao became dimmer and the shaking became smaller and smaller.

The wooden boat stopped on the sea surface, and countless crisscrossing sword energy traces emerged on the hull. The hull broke through many tiny holes, as if it could break open at any time.

Li Xiu stood in front of Feng Yuxiu, his figure was tall and high, and his dark eyes were filled with a terrifying murderous intent.

Countless long swords hanging in the air make people feel the terrified from the bottom of their hearts, and the blade is shining with a cold light.

"You said before that I couldn't kill you, so do you still think so now?"

A sword rose up from under the sea, cut the sea and floated beside Li Xiu, and then he gently held it in his hand.

That was his sword.

The two pairs of eyes were still looking at each other through the yellow light that was so thin that they could be ignored, but their expressions were no longer calm.

Li Xiu's eyes were sharp and sharp before, and Feng Yuxiu's eyes were filled with incredibleness and a deep hidden fear. All kinds of tastes were intertwined in his eyes, which was very complicated.

The yellow light of the Nether Bridge is a treasure in the underworld, and it is said to be unbreakable under the wilderness and invincible under the wilderness.

It is an excellent defensive magic weapon. In this sea of ​​books that only cultivators of the third level or below can enter, the yellow light of the Nether Bridge means an invincible place.

In addition, Feng Yuxiu and the other two are already extremely powerful, so this action can be described as foolproof.

But it still failed, everything was because of the man in front of him.

What makes people even more incredible is that the yellow lights on the Nether Bridge actually made a wailing sound, as if they were premonitions of thousands of swords in the sky.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Feng Yuxiu's face was a little pale and asked a question He Lin had asked before.

"This is my first time using it, and I don't have a name yet."

Li Xiu replied, the long swords in the sky fell one after another, landing on the thin layer of dim lights, and the lamp screen began to fluctuate violently, three more intense than before.

The first sword hit it, then turned into pieces and fell into the sea.

Then the second and third ones.

The yellow lights of the Mingqiao Bridge were shaking violently, and the light became dimmer and dimmer.

The old sheep roared to the sky and stood in front of Feng Yuxiu. Her huge body wrapped it in it. A circular spiritual array diagram appeared under his feet with a faint light.

The debris were piled up under the boat, and countless people stood in the distance with pale faces.

Nearly one-third of the hanging swords in the sky can be seen in the naked eye.

There were cracks on the lamp screen, like spider webs.

"What do you think you should be called?"

Li Xiu asked.

The swaying lanterns broke away from the wooden boat and fell into the sea. The dim lights completely broke and made a light bang and then dissipated.

However, flying swords passed through the air without stopping and stabbed into the old sheep's body.

The white wool fell like flying catkins, and the light of the spiritual array under his feet became more and more dazzling.

Feng Yuxiu smiled, "Do you want to use this sword to commemorate me?"

There was a little teasing in his voice, and the fear hidden deep in his eyes gradually faded away.

At the last moment of death, everyone's heart may become calm.

The sword is like a flowing light, and the sword energy is like a long dragon.

Li Xiu didn't say anything.

Feng Yuxiu was silent for a while, lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and then saw the place where the yellow lights of the Ming Bridge were originally hung. He suddenly clapped his hands with some excitement, and his eyes were bright and said, "Mingzhu Tiannan, how about it?"

"It's not satisfactory."

This was the last request before his death, but Li Xiu had no intention of everything.

Because this name is really not very good, it's very reluctant.

Very good.

"Do you use it?"

Feng Yuxiu's face turned cold and raised his eyebrows.

The old sheep's huge body fell on the sea surface, and the snow-white wool stained the sea water. There was a huge hole in his body, which was penetrated by a flying sword, and it was transparent from the past to the future.

He is very strong and can beat Luo Fuyuan, Zhou Yuan and Miss Rui, the three Holy Sects, but in front of Li Xiu, it is as fragile as paper-paste, which makes people feel incredible.

The last sword in the sky was left.

Then, without any pause, pierced from Feng Yuxiu's heart and penetrated from behind without any stagnation.

Another blood hole emerged.

"use."

Li Xiu was silent for a while, nodded and said.

Seal Yuxiu reveals one

Smile, the smile at this time has nothing to do with emotions.

There is no question of being happy or angry.

The circular spiritual array under your feet burst out with dazzling light, and the wooden boat was broken into powder.

Feng Yuxiu's body fell down, and then the light of the spiritual array map disappeared.

He also disappeared.

The sea breeze blew on the sea surface, and a faint water pattern spread along the feet.

Everything around me has returned to peace.

Countless swords in the sky fell into the sea and would never float up again.

"Have you won? He actually broke the yellow light of the Nether Bridge."

Hua Yuyao's followers looked at this scene in disbelief. Everyone in the world heard about the defense of the Yellow Lamp of the Mingqiao. Li Xiu was able to break it with his cultivation level in the upper three levels.

Such strength can no longer be described as horror.

"How did that sword be done? Even if the monk Youye wants to do it, it would be as difficult as climbing the sky?"

Someone looked at the dense fragments of the long sword around Li Xiu's body in horror. The sword seemed to remain in their minds and could not be erased. The sword energy was like a dragon, and countless flying swords hung in the sky like raindrops.

What kind of sword is that?

Zhou Yuan's face was pale, and his eyes, which had originally looked at Li Xiu, were beginning to change significantly.

He had been an enemy of such a person before.

This person's strength is like the sea water under his feet, and it seems that he will never touch the end. When you think he has done his best and can do nothing, what will happen next will often shock you.

"Li Xiu!"

Luo Fuyuan stared at the figure, his face filled with indescribable complexity.

Li Xiu, academy.

From today on, this name will probably be completely resounding between the Demon Clan and the Demon Clan.

The Qingtiance man sat in the distance, his hands holding paper and pen trembled at different amplitudes, which was a sign of extreme excitement.

He also recorded all kinds of events in the world in Tang Kingdom for many years, but no one has ever been comparable to what he is today.

Li Xiu held the sword and looked up at the crowd in front of him.

Everyone's steps retreated wherever they looked, but no one dared to look at each other.

Hua Yuyao was still sitting on the boat. Her injuries were very serious. She was almost dying before. Fortunately, she took the healing pill and now she has basically stabilized her injuries.

Li Xiu's eyes flashed past her for a moment.

Hua Yuyao's face was pale, and after a long time, the corners of her mouth gradually rose and showed a hint of self-deprecation.

It turned out that the person in front of him had never taken her seriously.

When the old sheep dies, he is a demon clan. After his death, he will remain in the form of the demon clan and will not turn into a human body.

The academy disciples began to organize the bodies of one academy disciple after another. After finishing the tidying, they found that a total of twenty-four disciples died in this battle.

Among them, seven were up to the three levels and seventeen were Chengyi monks.

"A sword pierces the heart, even if he is teleported away from Shuhai and returns to the underworld, Feng Yuxiu will be dead."

Luo Fuyuan spoke.

No one dared to speak around.

Li Xiu just stood there quietly and was like the most scenery on the top of the mountain, and the world was fading.
To be continued...