Lu Huan blinked with a fierce look on his face, and behind him appeared the image of a great demon from the Twelve Realms. It was a ferocious evil dragon. He was already vicious and cruel, but now that they met on a narrow road and met a well-matched opponent, he was naturally even more ruthless and unparalleled, with a long sword in his hand.
As soon as the spear was horizontal, it swept across with a demonic aura that was so strong that it was almost overwhelming, and hit Gao Zhi's head hard.
Zhi Zhi is no longer the same as before. With a flick of the long sword, wisps of sword energy rise up. Lu Yan's fierce attack has been resolved in a flash of sword light. At the same time, ten demon soul swords are behind him.
, "Swish, swish, swish" volleyed to kill Lu Lan, but in fact, as a sword cultivator, Gao Zhi's most powerful thing is not her three high-refined natal flying swords, but the ten refined demon souls.
Swords, these demon soul swords have a natural overpowering effect on the demon clan. Back then, Zhi Zhi almost died in the battle, and she was reborn from the ashes as if she was born to kill demons. Such a swordsman is naturally better than others when facing the demon clan.
Sword cultivation at the same level is a bit more difficult.
In the distance of the mountain forest, Fu Changsheng sleeves were waving, and bamboo slips flew out one after another, condensing vertical rows of green text artistic conception between the sky and the earth, constantly resisting Huang Tingyu's blazing sword energy, just as Huang Tingyu's series of swords
The moment he finished cutting, Fu Sheng suddenly raised his long sleeves, and suddenly a big blue hand fell from the sky and slapped Huang Tingyu hard on the shoulder.
Huang Ting encountered a lazy donkey roll and stood up. He took the opportunity to take a breath, and the spiritual energy in his body continued to flow again. The moment he raised his long sword, there were a series of flying swords behind him, and they continued to attack Fu Sheng.
In fact, Huang Tingyu has experienced hundreds of battles and has already reached the twelfth realm. He may be more sensitive to the rapid changes in the battlefield than ordinary monks. If he fights the 13th realm with the 12th realm, he will suffer a loss, not to mention Fu Sheng, a thirteenth realm.
The situation is relatively stable among the demon clan, so Huang Tingyu can only use offense instead of defense. If he, a swordsman, is suppressed and beaten by Fu Sheng from the beginning, he will be close to death.
Therefore, Huang Tingyu's attacks were more severe than the last, and he didn't care at all. Even though his body was constantly getting wounds from the opponent's Confucian and Taoist slips, he still kept moving forward.
Further away, Su Qingjiu's sword intention and swordsmanship completely crushed Long Zheng, and even more so in the way of the sword. Su Qingjiu's sword heart cultivated the sword heart to connect with the spirit, while Long Zheng only had the sword heart to be transparent, which was worse.
A whole level, so at the beginning, Long Zheng still had a chance to attack with his sword, but after twenty moves, Long Zheng could only passively defend, without even a chance to use his sword.
…
Lin Zhao stood in the wind with flying swords and red leaves, doing two things at once. While observing the battlefield, he glanced at Gu Yanshu, who was still kneeling on the ground. Gu Yanshu was covered in blood, but his eyes were full of fierceness. He looked at Lin Zhao's
At this time, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked in his heart: "Are you Lin Baiyi from Tianchi in the Snowy Land? Is the sword behind you the legendary Dragon-Slaying Sword that ranks first among the ten swords in the world?"
"yes."
Lin Zhao smiled: "Want to take it? Just come."
"No rush, no rush."
Gu Yanshu stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the Xunlu Sword, and slowly leaned against the ancient tree behind him. He looked at Lin Zhao with a pair of clear eyes, and said with a smile: "I heard that you are the Confucian sage Qin Sui."
Is Han’s disciple considered half a scholar?"
"Is it related to you?" Lin Zhao asked back.
"It doesn't matter."
Gu Yanshu smiled and said: "Since he is from the Confucian Academy... Hey, when I came here, I killed an eleventh-level sword cultivator sent by the Confucian Academy, named Xiao Cong. In addition, there was also a middle-level fifth-level scholar named Xiao Cong.
...Whose name is Liu Xingshu? I don’t know if you recognize him. Unfortunately, Liu Xingshu’s realm is too weak for me to kill him. However, the scene of Xiao Cong being turned into a rain of blood by my sword is really exciting.”
Lin Zhao was furious. He naturally knew that Liu Xingshu was the husband of Mr. Fu Sheng. He was probably a disciple of Mr. Fu Sheng, and Xiao Cong was probably his disciple. How could a beast like Gu Yanshu just kill him if he asked?
However, Lin Zhao knew that his state of mind must not be chaotic, otherwise he would be fooled by Gu Yanshu. He frowned and sneered: "Do you think these monsters can save you by going to the fifth level?"
"Who knows."
Gu Yanshu supported the Xunlu Sword, smiled lazily, and said with amusement in his eyes: "But I know that the demon clan must have a plan in Western Shu. Since they sent Fu Sheng, Lu Huan, and Long Zheng to fight
A powerful demon came to save me, presumably because I am useful to the demon clan. In this case, I know that I will definitely not die today."
Lin Zhao said lightly: "Just because you are useful to the demon clan, you are willing to cooperate with the demon clan?"
"What does it matter?"
Gu Yanshu grinned: "Anyway, that's the kind of virtue the human race has in the world. In comparison, I think the people of the demon race are more to my liking. They are straight-forward and enjoy grudges."
Lin Zhao nodded and stopped looking at him. Gu Yanshu was seriously injured and probably no longer able to draw his sword at this time.
But at this moment, the battlefield suddenly changed.
Su Qingjiu, who was fighting with the dragon zither with his sword, suddenly twisted his slender waist slightly, and his body was already behind Lu Luan several miles away. The long sword was raised and directed at the back of Lu Luan's head with a sharp blow.
With his sword, Lu Yan shouted violently, filled with demonic aura, and thrust his spear backwards at an extremely tricky angle, barely able to withstand Su Qingjiu's sword. But before Lu Yan had time to be happy, Su Qingjiu's
The third flying sword catkin struck out with lightning, turning into catkins and trapping Lu Yan's body in place.
"It's now!"
Xiao Jiu'er gritted his silver teeth and struck down with a fierce sword. With a "puff" sound, the sword Lingxi landed on Lu Huan's shoulder, slashing until blood spattered everywhere. The scales of the evil dragon shattered and the sword blade penetrated into the bone.
, but Luhuan was still in the Thirteenth Realm after all, and his physical body was not the least bit tyrannical. Su Qingjiu's sword slashed one of his arms to the point where it was almost broken, with a trace of flesh still attached.
"you!"
Lu Yan's pain penetrated to his bones, and the spear stabbed straight out, going straight to Su Qingjiu's heart.
Su Qingjiu pulled away and retreated. At this moment, Gao Zhi's sword fell from the sky with a clean and crisp sound. With a "chi" sound, one of Lu Yan's arms was cut off, and blood spattered everywhere. At the same time, Gao Zhi raised his hand.
As soon as it was raised, the sword light of three demon soul swords pierced Lu Huan's abdomen and messed up his internal organs.
Lu Huan gritted his teeth and retreated, quickly smashed a piece of his life scale and returned it to the wound. He leaned back and turned into an evil dragon and rushed into the clouds in an instant. He ran away without even saying hello.
Su Qingjiu swept back, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning and merged with a spiritual body that was several miles away. He raised his long sword, leaving a sword wound on Long Zheng's shoulder, and when he was free,
Zhi Zhi followed the sword light and attacked, and the ten demon soul swords turned into blood-red light and slashed down sharply, making Long Zheng, who was already overwhelmed, even more exhausted.
She hurriedly opened the green oil-paper umbrella behind her, and an invisible sword shield suddenly formed around her. However, it could not withstand the fierce attacks of Su Qingjiu and Zhi Zhi. In the blink of an eye, sword-tip piercing swords appeared on the oil-paper umbrella.
The hole was her natal thing, how could she give it up? She hurriedly closed the oil-paper umbrella, her body twisted and twisted in a very seductive manner, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a green dragon and rushed into the floating clouds.
"Don't chase the poor bandit, kill Fu Sheng!"
Lin Zhao flew past with his flying sword, and suddenly the Mayfly Flying Sword, five fairy swords, and twelve Great Wilderness Ancient Swords rushed out of Yunjian Lake and went straight to Fu Sheng, who was fighting against Huang Ting. At this moment
, Huang Tingyu was already in quite a mess, with wounds all over his body, while Fu Sheng looked hesitant. Long Zheng and Lu Huan had already left, should he leave too? But if he really wanted to leave, he would let Gu Yanshu be killed.
, then Yu Zhi's plan of "suppressing the world with murderous aura" will be in vain, and both Demon Ancestor and Yu Zhi will be angry with him.
It doesn't matter to Fu Sheng himself, but what about the disciples and grandsons of the following lineage? Someone will always be implicated.
"Do it!"
Su Qingjiu was the first to draw his sword, and all three of his natal flying swords rushed out of Yunjian Lake, and were strangled with Fu Sheng's various Confucian methods. Huang Tingyu, on the other hand, plucked up his courage and swung his sword to chop at random.
The soul sword flew through the air, and under the combined efforts of the three twelve-level swordsmen, Fu Sheng was unable to survive in just ten moves. Fu Sheng received five sword wounds on his body, and his gray-white robe was dyed red with blood.
After about ten breaths, Su Qingjiu used all his strength to suppress Fu Sheng. After hitting Fu Sheng more than ten times with his sword, he quickly retreated. His sword merged into one and turned into a sword light and headed straight to the east.
"Brother Lin Zhao."
She said in her heart: "Huang Tingyu and Zhi Zhi are enough to suppress Fu Sheng in his current state. I will hunt down Long Zheng and try to get her head back, otherwise it will always be a trouble."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded, he was convinced of Xiao Jiuer's idea. Over at the Monster Clan's Ancestral Mountain, there were basically two big monsters dispatched every time, one was Fengquan and the other was Longzheng, both of whom were very troublesome.
Second-level sword cultivators, these two are like the door gods of the demon clan's ancestral mountain. They are not the strongest, but they exert a strong sense of oppression on the human race world.
This feeling is like lowering a military flag. There are many chess pieces in the hands of Demon Ancestor, such as Yu Xie, Fu Sheng, Ning Yuansheng, Nan Qingfeng and other thirteen realms, which are roughly equivalent to the level of "Army Commander".
They can move lightly, while Longzheng and Fengquan are equivalent to "teachers". In fact, these are the ones who really threaten the human world and kill everywhere.
It doesn't matter if you kill a Longzheng, but what about killing a Fengquan? Soon, there will be no one left under the Demon Ancestor.
…
Lingque Lake.
A dragon boat from the Mohist family's ancestral family slowly descended and landed on Baiyan Mountain not far from the lake. A twelve-level sword cultivator jumped out of the dragon boat. It was Xu Shuo, followed closely by 500 Mohist monks.
, they each carried the equipment, materials, etc. to build the formation, and in the blink of an eye they all disappeared into the surrounding forest.
Xu Shuo, on the other hand, frowned, carrying a long box behind him, and there were faint wisps of fire energy pouring out of the box.
"Um?"
Xu Shuo suddenly seemed to notice something. He raised his eyebrows slightly and saw an old man wearing a blood-colored gown walking slowly. Behind him, the appearance of a nine-headed flaming lion gradually appeared. It was Ning, the great demon of the Thirteenth Realm.
Yuan Sheng, Ning Yuansheng almost did not hesitate, flew into the air, and struck Xu Shuo on the head with a fierce palm.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Xu Shuo suddenly raised his right arm, unsheathed his long sword, and a wisp of strong sword intent rose into the sky.
Now let's take action. Do you really think that I, the second person in swordsmanship in the Mo family's ancestral family, have a deserved reputation?
