A figure in a red shirt passed by the river. It was Cao Ying, the master of the Xiuyi Pavilion of the Great Shang Dynasty. At this moment, Cao Ying had no idea that Huang Qingning, who was going west with her, had escaped from the ghost world at the first time. She
Controlling a flying sword and flying in the sky, she kept swinging the sword in her hand, cutting off the water transport avenues in the tributaries. Although this trip was dangerous, Cao Ying knew in her heart that it was related to the safety of the entire human world. In this case, she should
The sectarian view was temporarily abandoned, so Cao Ying spared no effort in drawing the sword on the Kusong River.
Suddenly, a figure was reflected on the river and rushed towards him.
"Um?!"
Cao Ying hurriedly twisted around to avoid a sword energy, and suddenly a spear almost passed her neck. When Cao Ying turned around, she saw a demon monk holding a blood-red spear. Twelve
Jing, looking at himself with a ferocious expression, twisted the gun barrel with his left hand, and the spear shook out a white whirlpool, and stabbed at him again.
"Buzz!"
The light of Cao Ying's sword flashed coldly, and she immediately retaliated. The moment she deflected the opponent's spear tip with her sword, she attacked at close range. At the same time, her two natal flying swords used their sharp edges to attack the opponent from both sides.
"Yo~~~"
The Great Demon of the Twelve Realms couldn't help but laugh. He actually looked down upon the Xiuyi Xuan Pavilion Master. He held the gun shaft in his right hand and danced to knock away wisps of sword energy.
After receiving a flying sword attack from Cao Ying, at the same time, his index finger and thumb suddenly pinched Cao Ying's second natal flying sword.
After all, he is a great demon of the Twelve Realms, stronger than most of the Twelve Realms of the human race!
Cao Ying felt a chill in her heart. She hurriedly swung her sword upwards, and suddenly wisps of water-carrying sword energy penetrated the air, forcing the twelve-level monster monk to let go of the flying sword, otherwise he would inevitably suffer a wave of sword energy. And in this moment
At the same time as the big demon retreated, a clawed magic form suddenly attacked Cao Ying's back, which directly made Cao Ying's heart tremble. There was also a twelve-level big demon!
Facing one is already extremely difficult, but if there is another twelve-level demon, there is a possibility of being killed.
Cao Ying's eyes turned cold, and she leaned back without thinking, piercing the opponent's claw attack with her sword. At the same time, she raised her fingertips, and two small flying swords rushed towards the two big demons.
It exploded in front of the big demon. When all the fragments of the flying sword fell, Cao Ying was still merged into a ray of sword light and went straight down the river to find Su Qingjiu and Lin Wanhua. The only choice was to meet up with these two people.
Only then does she have a chance of winning. Otherwise, Cao Ying may never have the chance to return to the human world.
"Chase!"
The two great demons of the twelfth realm roared angrily, and both chased and killed them.
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Kusong River, another tributary.
Accompanied by the sound of "Puff, puff, puff", five natal flying swords shuttled past. The great demon of the Twelve Realms, who was immediately restrained in the air by Su Qingjiu's flying sword catkins, died on the spot. He could not resist the two swords at all.
The attack of a great swordsman at the pinnacle of the Twelve Realms, not to mention the fact that he had no resistance. After the demon monk of the Twelve Realms was beheaded, only one dragon remained under the entanglement of the flying sword catkins.
At the head, there is another big monster of the dragon genus. The monster clan has prosperous water transportation in the world, and there are indeed many monsters of the dragon genus.
The next moment, all six natal flying swords flew back. Su Qingjiu and Lin Wanhua turned their backs and looked around at the group of big demons.
"Nine more."
Su Qingjiu frowned and said from the bottom of his heart: "Among them, Ning Yuansheng is in the thirteenth realm, and the rest are in the twelve realms. It's a bit difficult!"
"We're trapped."
Lin Wanhua gritted her silver teeth and said: "Ning Yuansheng's speed is extremely fast. It is almost impossible for us to escape with the sword, so we can only kill one more to earn one. Su Qingjiu, your sword heart can kill
The demon's god-given method, I will use my flying sword to contain as many big demons as possible, and you will be responsible for killing them, how about it?"
"knew."
Su Qingjiu's beautiful eyes were like water: "I will kill the big demon that is restrained by Feijian Catkin. You just need to help me clear away the other people around Feijian Catkin and let me concentrate on killing the demon."
"Can."
Lin Wanhua smiled slightly: "What a pity, I can never return to the human world."
Su Qingjiu's eyes were slightly red: "It doesn't matter whether I return to the human world or not. It's just a pity that I will never see brother Lin Zhao again, and I won't even have the chance to say goodbye properly."
Tears welled up in Lin Wanhua's eyes, but this was not the time to be weak. She gritted her teeth and said, "Then kill a few more big monsters and spread the news back to the human world. Don't let your brother Lin Zhao down."
"Um!"
At this moment, Ning Yuansheng suddenly raised the Weeping Blood Fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Are you done talking? Then suffer death!"
As he spoke, the Weeping Blood Fan stirred up the demonic energy in the sky, like a whirlpool, lying at the feet of a group of people. Su Qingjiu and Lin Wanhua were quite uncomfortable, and their own sword intent and sword energy were constantly being destroyed.
Being sucked away by the vortex, the overall strength was reduced by at least 20%. This Ning Yuansheng had indeed exhausted all his mechanisms. Under such a strong advantage, he still sought stability.
"I am Yehuo Zhenren, kill me!!"
A skinny Twelve Realm Great Demon opened his claws and rushed towards him. Behind him was full of rolling Yan Jin. This was a demon trained by a flaming badger. There was a murderous look in his eyes. The two people in front of him
They are the two strongest twelve-level sword cultivators in the human race. If they were killed, half of the world of the younger generation of the human race would collapse.
The other big monsters also used their magical powers to kill them all!
Lin Wanhua held a sword in her left hand, and held the sword Jinghua upside down in her right hand. In an instant, she unleashed a rising sword limit, which immediately wiped out the magical powers of many great demons. At this moment, Lin Wanhua no longer had any reservations.
Using all his cultivation knowledge, Fei Hua, the first natal flying sword, charged forward and forced a big demon back. At the same time, with a thought, the flying swords appeared behind the six big demons, instantly killing them.
All human bodies were dragged along.
"It's now!"
Su Qingjiu drank softly, pointed the tip of the sword, and shook away a big demon. At the same time, the flying sword catkins appeared silently, and directly entangled the skinny twelve-level flame badger in it.
"careful!"
Ning Yuansheng shouted: "They want to repeat their old tricks!"
Two more big demons each used their magical powers to attack and kill them with rain of fire that filled the sky. However, they were choked to pieces by Su Qingjiu's sword Lingxi. At the same time, Lin Wanhua suddenly sent out the sword intention in her hand.
, directly turned into a ray of sharp-edged sword energy and pierced into the big hole of the flame badger, destroying all the flame armor spells on his body, while Su Qingjiu drove the flying sword white fish, and the green fish attacked in two directions, up and down.
The moment the flame badger's vital point was splashed with two rains of blood, the twelve-level flame badger named "Yehuo Zhenren" was immediately cut off from life and was killed almost instantly.
At the same time, Ning Yuansheng's heavy golden palm prints fell on the sword gang behind Su Qingjiu, while Lin Wanhua took a stab and attacked with a sword. Both of their faces were pale, and they were not superior at all.
In this situation, two people want to kill the big demon who joins forces to kill each other. Each time they kill one, they have to pay the price in blood.
However, two Twelve Realm monks were killed in the blink of an eye. This was a scene that Ning Yuansheng had never expected even after being beaten to death. Originally, he thought that he could win completely by taking 15 Twelve Realm monster monks south.
I didn't expect it to be so difficult. Su Qingjiu and Lin Wanhua joined forces to make up for each other's shortcomings. The power they exerted may have surpassed the average Thirteenth Level sword cultivator!
Next, every great demon of the Twelve Realms was killed with relative caution. No one dared to take risks with his true body. Ning Yuansheng continued to use his magical powers to seal off the world again. With the power of the Thirteenth Realm,
The advantages continued to consume Su Qingjiu and Lin Wanhua's sword intent and aura. He knew very well that as long as Su Qingjiu and Lin Wanhua's sword intent and aura were exhausted, it would be time for them to be beheaded.
For a moment, wisps of blazing sword light swept across the river, and the whole world seemed to be bursting open. Su Qingjiu and Lin Wanhua suffered more and more injuries. They were powerless and could only be beaten like this.
Slowly consumed.
At the same time, hundreds of miles away.
A Mohist swordsman was walking slowly on the river dragging his long sword, Mohist Xu Zhan.
After being attacked by a sneak attack, Xu Zhan's strength was severely damaged. There was not much he could do. He could only retain his only strength and walk slowly on the river. The tip of the sword dragged behind him would reach all the water transport below.
Crush.
further away.
On the bank of the river, swords were shining everywhere. Han Fang, the Great Sword Immortal of the Great Wall of Fusu, was entangled by a monster from the Twelve Realms. The two sides were fighting inextricably. There were so many moves that it was almost impossible to tell the winner, but no matter who it was,
If one party wants to retreat, then the other party will be killed. Han Fang is sweating coldly while drawing his sword. He also knows that Lin Wanhua, Su Qingjiu and others will definitely need help, but he has no skills. If he really wants to help, maybe
If he was killed by the opponent before he arrived, the best result would probably be to exchange his life. But the Twelve Realm Great Demon in front of him had such a crazy attitude that he didn't even care about his life!
Kusong River, upper reaches.
Xu Shuo stood on the water, holding a compass in his hand and frowning. At the downstream tributary, the auras of many twelve realms of the human race were falling continuously. On the contrary, the demonic aura was very strong. I am afraid that the situation was not good, but he took charge of it.
The overall situation is that we can't escape at all, we can only guard here, otherwise the water transport will continue to flow from the Xijiang River to the west, and the person under the water will probably enter the Fourteenth Realm.
More importantly, something seems to have happened on the human side.
Xu Shuo turned around and looked to the east, feeling in his heart that the master had already gone down to the lower realm.
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Snowy Tianchi, east side.
"Tsk tsk..."
The demon king Man Yuan was bathed in flames, carrying the sun, moon, water and fire stick on his shoulders. He looked arrogantly at the Mohist giant in the distance where the Dharma was connected to the sky and the earth. He tilted his head and said with a smile: "Who am I?
It turns out that this old man from the Mo family is here, and there is nothing to see here. Why doesn't the most capable soldier come and let you, a little old man, come over instead? What if I break up your old bones?
I don’t know how to fight.”
The great man of the Mo family smiled slightly: "Let's talk about it if we can win!"
"Go to hell!"
Man Yuan's eyes were filled with fierceness, and he made a mistake and hit the Mo family's Juzi on the head with a sharp stick.
