Pindao Longhu Mountain, Mingdong Tower!

The mountains and fields are vast and the voice is loud. The rugged man walks barefoot. In the mountain wind, his long hair spreads quickly, revealing his deep eyes.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, and the brilliance was concentrated and condensed into one point, as terrifying as the tip of the knife.

"Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain!?"

Zhou Dao's eyes darkened slightly, and he felt an unusual aura from this man.

"Fellow Taoist, you just killed my whetstone."

"Whetstone?" Zhou Dao whispered, looking at the corpse of the night-crying mantis next to him, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Is she your prey?"

"I've been watching her for half a year."

"Why not kill?"

"Why kill when you can kill with your hand?"

"Does a person like you need her training?"

"It's not enough to rely on magical power, everything can be learned."

"Good Taoist priest, there are indeed masters in Longhu Mountain."

Zhou Dao's eyes lit up, and in a few words, he saw an opportunity.

The temperament of this Taoist priest is like that of a sword, with the blade hidden in the sheath, filled with awe and awe, and with a swing of sevenfold killing.

"Taoist, what do you want?" Zhou Dao stepped on the corpse of the Night Crying Mantis.

Ming Donglou didn't even look at it, his sharp eyes fell on Zhou Dao.

"I'll let you sharpen your knife."

"good."

Zhou Dao became interested. Among the people he had met, he had never seen such a temperament. It was like spilling strong wine, making people intoxicated before it entered the throat.

"Hold on!"

Ming Donglou whispered, he turned around, gathered up his long and disheveled hair, and put it into a bun. Underneath his rough figure, there was actually a rather beautiful face.

"Six Swordsman Demon Lord!?"

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyi suddenly cried out.

He once lived in Zhenlu Mountain, which was the last barrier to the sacred tomb.

I don’t know how many disciples in Longhu Mountain practice here in order to seek breakthroughs, hoping to be blessed by their ancestors, and find that glimmer of opportunity in the dark.

The Six-Knife Demon Lord is definitely the best among these people.

This man once escaped from the seventy-two caves of demons intact.

In order to practice his sword skills, he knelt at the ancient temple in Beihai and endured the hardships of the Ten Thousand Ren Dao Mountain.

In the eyes of the world, he is an ascetic on the road to refining swords, gradually becoming more and more distant, and finally becoming sharp.

That day, when he had not yet developed his magical power, he once saw this man from a distance. The power of his sword was enough to annihilate a great mid-level monster, and his ferocity was boundless.

"Zhou Dao, be careful." Wang Xiaoyi looked unkind and shouted in a deep voice.

At this moment, he called out Zhou Dao's name, but Ming Donglou was indifferent. He sat on the ground and touched the rusty knife in his hand with the broken stone.

Zhou Dao looked at him quietly, concentrating on him.

The man's back was undulating like a mountain, and as he pushed with both hands, the blade of the sword collided with the whetstone, sparking fire.

Click click click...

His movements became louder and louder, the sound of sharpening the knife became louder and louder, and the collision of gold and stone was deafening.

Buzz…

Suddenly, the man moved, and with a flick of his wrist, the rusty knife suddenly glowed with a cold and bright brilliance, as if it was the dead of winter, with heavy snow, and the only halo of white between the sky and the earth.

In a trance, the white light filled everyone's sight, sublimated to the extreme, and could not be looked at.

"Zhou Dao..."

Wang Xiaoyi raised his hand to cover his eyes, but his heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but cry out.

The Demon King of Six Swords had a vicious reputation, but when he saw it, he realized that despite his reputation, he was actually a real person.

This man's sharp edge is so fierce that even now he can't even face it.

The sword flashed and fell in front of him.

Rumble...

In the midst of the electric light and flint, Zhou Dao's whole body was filled with evil dragon energy, and his dragon-bearded Taoist robe was hunting in the wind, and the dragon's roar shook the sky, blocking the terrifying sword light.

"Yes, the Monster Control Division still has masters in controlling the demons in the world."

Ming Donglou's eyes lit up.

Zhou Dao's expression changed slightly. Although he blocked the sword, he took half a step back.

The dragon-bearded Taoist robe operates independently, but the terrifying sword intent has not been completely exposed. The dense sword energy is like scales entering the flesh and blood, penetrating into the bones.

The evil dragon roared like the roar of a flood, and then it was washed away.

Zhou Dao had never seen such sword skills before.

"Take my knife again."

Ming Donglou whispered, and the powerful true energy suddenly rose from his heavenly spirit, like a spiritual incense burning, and the spiritual energy in the world became violent, as if it was ignited by this spiritual incense-like true energy.

"Half step to make a gang!?" Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly.

This man is indeed no ordinary [Guiyuan Realm] strong man. He has almost transcended this realm and is only half a step away from reaching a higher level.

You must know that among the five steps of the true realm, Chenggang realm inherits Guiyuan at the top and opens the sea at the bottom, which is a watershed.

I don't know how many masters have been stopped in this one realm.

Half-step into becoming a gang, in a sense, their lives have changed and transcended the scope of ordinary reality.

The true Qi returns to the essence and transforms into liquid, gathering like incense and ascending to the heavenly spirit.

This is a sign that it is about to become a gang. Once you step over it, the Qi will turn into a gang, and it will be an ever-changing world.

If the incense of worship rises from the head, the gods and ghosts will pay homage and feel heartbroken.

Rumble...

Ming Donglou looked ruthless, and when his left hand shook, a rusty knife appeared.

"Fellow Taoist, take the knife."

After the words were spoken, the blade had arrived, and the two sword lights seemed to be rotating in black and white, turning into yin and yang. The sudden force of the sword was like the raging waves of the North Sea Polar Region, a ten thousand-year cold pool.

In the depths of the nearly desperate cold pool, two spiritual fish swam and intertwined. Where life was exhausted, there was also a glimmer of splendid sublimation.

Rumble...

Finally, the two spiritual fish broke through the raging waves, shattered the ten thousand-year-old ice, broke out of the sky, and transformed into dragons.

The soaring momentum is the sublimation of life, and also contains the confidence to overcome the situation of extinction.

"Hundreds of sacrifices to evil dragons!"

The evil dragon energy in Zhou Dao's body burned crazily, and faintly, black flames rushed out of his body and wrapped around his body.

In his palm, the sword light floated, and it was the Black Dragon Sword.

All the power of the Evil Dragon Sword was poured into this first-grade magic weapon. In a trance, the dragon scales suddenly appeared, and the black water flowed, like a black river that can sink all things, swallowing up the vitality of all existence.

Rumble...

The sword energy is like a dragon soaring into the sky, and the sword light is like a fish spinning.

The two killing forces collided together, sparking a brilliance that reached the sky.

The blue sky, white day, and the bright light of the sun are eclipsed by this power.

The sky and the earth are all gone.

Only the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

Only the sharp light of the sword.

Terrible fluctuations swept across like a frenzy, spreading out and shaking thousands of miles away.

Zhenlu Mountain has towering peaks.

A cave, with its door wide open and people's clothes fluttering, like immortals emerging from the dust.

A woman's almond-shaped eyes turned as she looked at the beam of light soaring into the sky, a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"Miss, that's... the Demon Lord of Six Swords!?" The maid next to her looked pale, and even when she mentioned that name, she felt a little frightened.

"That's the [Yin Yang Fish] from Mingdong Tower." The beautiful woman said in a deep voice.

Ming Donglou is known as the Six-Sword Demon King, and his first sword is named [Daxuefeng].

The second knife is the yin and yang fish.

Looking at Zhenlu Mountain, there are only a handful of people who can take his second blow.

"Who? Can actually make Mingdonglou use his second sword!?"
Chapter completed!