The old man in coarse cloth held the big cauldron with both hands,

Then the flying tactics from his mouth sank into the big cauldron, and the Lihuo Earth Cauldron suddenly flew up.

The great cauldron emitted billowing pressure,

It was as if the heaven and earth resonated with the cauldron, and the flames emerging from the cauldron became even hotter.

"It's really interesting. None of you can escape today."

The demonic spear in the black-robed demon lord's hand was raised, and demonic realms like invisible mountains emerged layer by layer.

He raised the magic gun in his hand and rushed towards the old man in coarse cloth.

The spear stirred up rolling demonic energy and headed toward the old man in coarse cloth.

But the old man in coarse cloth had a face as calm as water,

He kept chanting mantras in his mouth, and his hands quickly formed some kind of strange hand seals.

When Huang Longtu saw this, he couldn't help but release his own cultivation.

The majestic Haoran's righteousness rose up, and at this moment, the shadow of a carving knife appeared behind him.

The power of the engraved sword to overwhelm the heavens,

Sending out a billowing pressure,

The awe-inspiring righteousness rolling around Huang Longtu's body moved towards the Demon Lord like a giant wave.

And the phantom of the carving knife behind him also made a sharp sound of breaking through the air,

The power of the carving knife is so great that it is the starting weapon of the pioneers of Confucianism.

Demon Lord's eyes narrowed,

The spear in his hand turned into several black dragons and roared towards the two people.

And the rolling demonic realm was also released.

Huang Longtu felt his body sink.

He felt as if he was carrying an invisible mountain on his back, but his eyes were firm and resolute.

The big cauldron above the head of the old man in coarse cloth made a sharp whistling sound.

The blazing flames roared from the cauldron and surged towards the Demon Lord.

Wherever the flames passed, everything turned into nothingness.

And every inch of the magic gun's impact was shattered.

Under those two magical skills, the space became torn apart like paper.

Ding Xiaoyi was surrounded by a strong sense of sword,

The sharp sword energy made a sharp sound piercing the air between the long sword, and he knew that he could not sit still and wait for death.

The black-robed demon king's momentum was overwhelming,

That majestic figure penetrates between heaven and earth,

The magic gun in his hand swept away towards the blazing flames, and at the same time, he waved his left fist towards Huang Longtu.

A sound of "squeak",

The thirty-six swords around Ding Xiaoyi shot towards the demon king with a roaring sound.

Every sword is condensed with cold sword intent.

Thirty-six swords cut the surrounding space,

The splendid sword exudes a heart-stopping light,

The thirty-six swords stabbed at the vital points of the Demon Lord's body one after another.

Ding Xiaoyi made a seal with his left hand,

He kept mumbling words.

The Dagong Sword Formation turned into streaks of meteors and shot away quickly.

The long sword in his right hand stirred up the sword energy like secluded water, and the sword energy rose vertically and horizontally.

The sword energy is like frost,

The sword shines like a ray of light,

Ding Xiaoyi's figure was like a breeze blowing by, and he held the sword in his right hand and stabbed the Demon Lord fiercely.

But that Demon Lord was filled with demonic aura,

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Thirty-six swords made a series of crisp clashing sounds,

The sword energy hit hard on the demonic energy emanating from the demon king's body.

The Dageng Sword Formation rises powerfully,

Every sword is condensed with Ding Xiaoyi’s essence and blood.

Every sword is inextricably linked to Ding Xiaoyi.

There was a "boom" sound,

The magic gun in the Demon Lord's hand hit the cauldron that came crashing down,

There was a violent roaring sound.

But the giant cauldron only shook a few times,

The blazing flames rushed down and enveloped the demon king.

Huang Longtu, who was stumbling along in the mud, finally arrived in front of the Demon Lord.

He waved,

The carving knife that appeared behind him turned into a stream of light and was held tightly in his hand.

at this time,

The pure Yang Zhigang carving knife exudes the unique realm of Confucianism,

The carving knife in Huang Long Tuyang's hand stabbed fiercely into the demonic field set by the demon king.

But the surging giant cauldron also released the Lihuo Domain,

Ding Xiaoyi only had the extremely sharp sword intent intertwined with the demonic realm.

The unparalleled sword intent ignores all fields,

Thirty-six swords finally penetrated through the demonic realm,

The thirty-six swords made a crisp sword cry.

But the giant cauldron also severely blocked the magic spear in the Demon Lord's hand.

for a time,

The demon king began to fall into a disadvantage,

The three transcendental forces were crushing like several mountains.

The black-robed demon king's chest was rising and falling,

And his eyes were dark and ferocious,

The magic gun in his hand turned, and the magic gun turned into a black light and headed towards Huanglong Tu.

But the old man in coarse cloth raised his eyes,

I saw him pressing his right palm in the air, and the huge cauldron roared and slammed down on the black-robed demon lord.

The black-robed Demon Lord was shocked.

The giant cauldron is one level higher than the magic spear in his hand.

He could only withdraw his gun and defend himself. The spear stirred up rolling demonic energy and struck hard at the giant cauldron.

"Clang" sound,

The lingering sound lingered.

The magic spear in the Demon Lord's hand hit the giant cauldron hard, but the old man in coarse cloth took a few steps back.

A huge impact surged from the giant cauldron,

This caused the old man to take several steps back before stopping.

But the Demon Lord seized this opportunity, swung his spear, and swept towards the sword array that was stabbing down quickly.

There was a sound of jingo fighting,

Ding Xiaoyi only felt that his chest was hit by a violent impact like a lightning strike.
To be continued...