Just as Ji Boyi finished speaking, a head of man with no eyes closed was thrown in from outside the Tai Chi Hall.

It was a handsome and evil face, but his eyes were glaring, looking very sad, angry, and frightened.

"Liexia!"

This head of man is the last remnant of the Ming Dynasty's sect, Miaokong Mingzi and Lie Xia, the leader of the Five Mingzi, are also the most important chess piece in the game of surrounding and killing Ji in Yutian.

"Although Liexia's martial arts are OK, it is not in your eyes. The reason why you are inviting him is his identity."

Ji Boyi had just finished speaking, three people walked into the Tai Chi Hall, two men and one woman, and everyone present knew them, and they were the three disciples of the Evil King.

Hou Xibai, Yang Xuyan, Wanwan!

"Xiang Yutian, the most wrong thing you did is to let Liexia encourage Xuyan to betray me. As my favorite disciple, after Liexia came to Xuyan with the way of the Ming Dynasty, Xuyan immediately turned around and reported your news to me."

Yang Xuyan's face was cold, and the blood on the shadow sword in his hand was not dry. It was obvious that Lie Xia was killed by him.

"Hehe, sister of the Shi family, this time, no one will bother me."

Wanwan, wearing barefoot white clothes, came directly to Shi Feixuan, with the two demon daggers in her hand filled with cold light. Although she was smiling on her face, her eyes were as cold as snow.

"Brother Xu, forgive me, it's hard to disobey my teacher's order!"

Hou Xibai smiled bitterly on his face and stopped Xu Ziling with a beauty fan. Kou Zhong on the other side was stopped by the cold Yang Xuyan, three to three, now Xiang Yutian's side, Bi Xuan and Song Que wanted to deal with all the masters of the Demon Sect around Ji Boyi.

The situation reversed at this moment!

"The Holy Gate can only have one commander, and there must be a winner between the Evil Emperor and the Evil King."

Faced with such adversity, Xiang Yutian's expression became dull. He stood in front of Ji Boyi calmly. This was the first time Ji Boyi carefully looked at this evil emperor who had endless legends in the Demon Sect.

His appearance is unique, with a wide and long washbasin, a wide forehead and a chin on his upper pocket, which makes people feel majestic. His eyes, ears, mouth and nose have a thick smell carved out of granite. His slender eyes have a mocking smile, which makes people feel that he is cynical and proud and conceited to look down on all living beings in the world.

A long sword with an ancient style rushed out of Yutian's sleeve and fell into his palm. A line of strange words crawling like more than a dozen small insects, as if it had some mysterious power.

"The sword name is nostalgic, please give me advice!"

When Ji Boyi saw Xiang Yutian's serious look, he couldn't help but put away the smile on his face. He raised the sword in his hand with a solemn expression.

"The sword is called Zidian, and the sword is called Longque. I think you are familiar with it."

Xiang Yutian saw the narrow and thin blade on Ji Boyi's right hand, and a trace of memories flashed through his eyes and sighed leisurely.

"The Great Xia Dragon Bird Sword cast by King Helian Bobo of Xia Kingdom is indeed a long time no see."

Xiang Yutian was born in the Sixteen Kingdoms period, just when Helian was full of energy. However, hundreds of years have passed, and his former friends have disappeared in the world, leaving him, an immortal alien. Today, he suddenly saw the relics of his old friend. A trace of warmth flashed in his heart.

"Xiang Yutian, Shi Zhixuan is mine."

Suddenly, Song Que spoke, preventing the upcoming decisive battle between the Demon Sect that the Evil Emperor and the Evil King was about to launch.

"You are not his opponent. Moreover, my demon seed is not omnipotent. If you don't use martial arts, you may be able to live for two or three years. Once you fight with him, you may only be able to slash at most."

Xiang Yutian kindly persuaded that he didn't just want to use this heavenly sword to save Song Que, but more to appreciate this younger generation. Moreover, the warrior's heart that he wanted to do was no longer suppressed, and he urgently needed a even opponent to vent.

"If Tiandao doesn't mind, let Fu's Yijian accompany you for a few moves."

At this moment, Fu Cailin, who was dressed as white as snow and looked ugly, walked silently into the hall with a green and slim sword. The last piece set up by Ji Boyi was also present.

"I heard for a long time that Brother Song is the best skilled sword in the world. Mr. Fu is not talented and thinks he is the best skilled sword in the world. Today, let me just use moves to prove it."

The combination of Fu Cailin's spiritual sense and the sword in his hand, and the sword art in his full strength was also seen. Song Que's situation was also seen. He proposed a battle that did not use his true energy and was purely using moves. In this way, he did not have to worry about being accomplices for the tiger, but could also fulfill a wish in his heart.

The great master of the world, Fu Cailin, has tried the battles with the Evil King and Wu Zun, and now it is only the Tiandao and the Evil Emperor. However, the Evil Emperor is too terrifying and it is left to Shi Zhixuan. He uses the chess sword in his hand to understand the state of the Supreme Forgetful Sword.

"It is a blessing to be able to experience the perfect sword chess of Master Yijian at the last moment of his life."

Song Que frowned and nodded in agreement. A conclusion should have been drawn between the first sword and the first sword. However, he did not forget his strongest wish to crawl back from the underworld this time.

"Shi Zhixuan, don't die before I use the ninth knife on you."

The meaning of this sentence is to make Xiang Yutian lose. Hearing this, the Evil Emperor couldn't help but feel angry.

"Then, who will stop me?"

Bi Xuan's burly body stood in the hall like a demon, holding a spear in his hand, and his eyebrows were arrogant. The grandmasters present had opponents, but he was not. Although there were many people on the Demon Sect, Zhu Yuyan, who had the highest martial arts skills, was only the peak of the grandmaster, and there was still a gap with the grandmaster.

"If the Evil Emperor is not in a hurry, let Shi prepare him first."

Ji Boyi's faint tone spread throughout the Tai Chi Hall, making everyone present feel a burst of passion. Who else can be so arrogant except for the Evil King?

"Since you are not afraid that I can see through the martial arts moves, just take action, Xiang will never interfere."

After thinking for a while, Xiang Yutian took back his nostalgic sword, watched from the wall, and completely sold his teammates.

Bi Xuan was naturally furious about this, but a life-and-death confrontation. The illusory aura had already enveloped him, making him unable to have any other thoughts to think about it. He could only use the magical skills of Yanyang that he had cultivated throughout his life to the limit to resist the true nature of the emperor who had been stronger than the wave.

"The spear is called 'Agushuaya', an ancient Turkic word, meaning the wolf on the moonlit night, weighing 99 pounds."

Bi Xuan has not done anything about his opponent's weapons for nearly twenty years, because after he was sixty years old, no one could force him to use his weapons again.

The broad hand controlled the moon wolf spear made of fine iron. The flames of yang energy poured into it, and the dark spear turned red. It was still snowing today, but it was like a hot summer in the Tai Chi Hall. An explosive air like a magma volcano was swelling, making all the masters present unable to help sweating.

"I heard that Wu Zun had fought with Sanren Ning Doqi?"

Faced with Bi Xuan's full strength to improve Yanyang aura, Ji Boyi's expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand naturally hung beside him. The purple light spread in his pupils, like burning smoke. At the same time, the space around him began to expand, offsetting Bi Xuan's Yanyang aura.

"Yes, that's also the most enjoyable fight I have."

Bi Xuan stood on the hall like a body poured from ancient bronze, blending with the moon wolf spear in his hand, giving birth to a supreme sharpness that pierced the sky. The air around him was twisted by his extremely hot and hot yang energy, reflecting his demon-like figure even more mysterious and vast.

"Wu Zun knows that twelve years ago, in this palace, Shi took off Ning Daoqi's head in front of the entire righteous master."

When saying this, all the masters of the Demon Sect who had watched this peak showdown were full of energy. That was the moment they were most proud and would always be remembered in their hearts.

"Can the Evil King know how long has I lived?"

"If I remember correctly, I should be seven out of eighty."

Bi Xuan raised his eyebrows, obviously not surprised that Ji Boyi would know his exact age.

"The life of a warrior is at its limit when it reaches a hundred years old. Even if we have become the most peak master. If it is like the Sanren Ning Daoqi who cultivates one's own character and is calm, it is not uncommon to live for two Jiazi. However, all of my martial arts are found on the battlefield, and each move is purely for blood. Therefore, even if I have polished my own flesh orifices perfectly, I cannot live for ninety."

Ji Boyi's expression remained unchanged after hearing this because Bi Xuan was telling the truth. Among the three masters, Ning Daoqi was born in Taoism and realized the Bapu of Sanshou and Bapu in the art of health preservation, and his lifespan was the longest among the three masters. Although Fu Cailin practiced swordsmanship, swordsmanship was the best guardian move in the world and did not cause much harm to his body, so he could live to a hundred years old.

Only Bi Xuan was born with all kinds of skills and the Yanyang magic skills were even more domineering. All of this required burning the vitality of his flesh orifices. Being able to live to the age of ninety is the result of his cultivation in recent years. But even so, his life span has reached its limit. Like Fu Cailin, he will have to let go in only two or three years at most.

"So, do you want to have a refreshing peak duel with Shi at the last time of your life? Just like Ning Dodge and me."

After Ji Boyi said that, Bi Xuan nodded slowly with a cold face, and the moon wolf spear in his hand pointed at him. The keen intention that could pierce the sky forced him to raise the purple long sword in his left hand. A flawless circle was drawn out at the tip of the sword, blocking this invisible keen intention.

"This is...the sword-chess technique!"

Bi Xuan, who had fought with Fu Cailin, saw the artistic conception of this move at the first time. His eyes were slightly opened, revealing a hint of disbelief.
Chapter completed!