The water of the lake undulated, and Long Dongjun landed with a punch from the air, hitting the sun, moon, water and fire stick deeper and deeper, while Xu Shuo was holding a sword and guarding near the eye of the formation. He was the one who set up the Dinghai formation.
No one knows this formation better than Xu Shuo, so any human monk present can die, but Xu Shuo cannot die.
In the distance, a figure came across the waves. It was a monk from the ancestral family of the Mohist family. He was quite young. He carried a long sword behind him and walked quickly across the water with a frown on his face. He said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Xu."
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"Um."
Xu Shuo looked at him and didn't think there was anything wrong. After all... In addition to the nickname "Xu Laoer", Xu Shuo also had a nickname in the Mo family's ancestral home called "Xu Xiazi". Xu Shuo had this nickname since he was a child.
A problem called "prosopagnosia". Unless the person is very familiar to him, or the other person's appearance is particularly unusual, Xu Shuo will not be impressed at all after meeting him several times. In the ancestral home of the Mo family, many young disciples follow Xu Shuo.
When Shuo said hello, Xu Shuo just nodded and smiled. In fact, he couldn't even remember his name, let alone who he was.
(Note: This paragraph is by no means nonsense, because the author himself actually has prosopagnosia...)
"What's wrong?" Xu Shuo asked.
The young disciple frowned and said: "There seems to be a demon clan coming over to the southern formation."
"ah?!"
Xu Shuo frowned: "No?"
He passed by the young Mohist disciple and was intently checking for signs in the south. But at this moment, the disciple took out a golden life-carving knife from his sleeve and stabbed it into Xu Shuo's chest with an unexpected "swish" sound.
Back, at the same time, he slapped Xu Shuo's shoulder hard, causing the sound of bone cracking.
For a moment, Xu Shuo fell onto the lake surface, and all the Dharma signs gathered behind him. He looked at the Mohist disciple in shock, and saw that he was slowly revealing his true form. He was the great demon Fu Sheng of the Thirteenth Realm. Moreover, Fu Shuo
A huge white deer appeared behind him, which was his true body.
"Tsk, tsk."
Fu Sheng took out a natal bamboo from Lin Zhujie's sleeve and said with a smile: "Although Lin Zhujie doesn't do anything serious, this natal bamboo that can shield evil spirits and heavenly secrets is really very useful.
I said, Senior Brother Xu, why can’t you even remember your own junior brother? If a loser like you doesn’t die, who will die?”
"Fu Sheng!"
In the air, Long Dongjun roared like thunder, and his majestic fist fell from the sky.
"snort!"
Fu Sheng suddenly turned around, moved sideways on the waves, took out a slip from his sleeve and attacked Xu Shuo fiercely, sneering: "Long Dongjun, your opponent is not me!"
But at this time, the lake water surged, and a voice came from the water: "Fu Sheng, your opponent is not Xu Shuo!"
The next moment, the blood-colored demonic energy overflowed in the water. Huang Tingyu controlled the water waves and charged out with thousands of swords. He slashed Fu Sheng's shoulder with a sword. At the same time, a big yellow dog in the forest was on fire.
A divine speed talisman flew over like a thunderbolt, bit Fu Sheng's arm, and rolled Fu Sheng's body into the depths of the lake. For a while, the sword energy continued to transpire in the lake water.
In the air, silhouettes flew towards them one after another, a group of eleven-level monsters.
"Long Dongjun, suffer death!"
A demon swordsman slashed the head of Long Dongjun with a sword, and then two more demon clan elevens launched their own methods and attacked Long Dongjun's back, and three more demon clan elevens
They fired out spells and techniques respectively. For a moment, Long Dongjun stepped on the water waves, his fists constantly blooming, and he laughed and fought with the six big monsters.
"Peng!"
The fists of rebirth-level warriors are first-class. In just one encounter, an eleventh-level monster clan warrior was punched in the face by Long Dongjun. His nose bones were suddenly broken, and his whole face was a bloody mess, but
When he fell into the water, he immediately scurried around like a fish in water, and actually avoided Long Dongjun's second punch. Not only was this man physically strong, he was also close to the water, and he was an eleventh-level martial artist of the Jiaolong clan.
The other five demon clans in the eleventh realm are also of the dragon lineage.
This is the layout and calculation of Yu Zhi. To hold back the strongest martial artist of the human race who is traveling to Shuzhou with the eleventh realm of the six dragon clan, and to hold back a rebirth realm martial artist at the cost of six eleventh realms. As long as it can be delayed by one stick.
With Xiang's effort, even if all these demon clans were killed, Yu Zhi would definitely think it was worth it. After all, there were not many others on the Zushan Mountain, and eleven realms of great demons abounded.
Long Dongjun frowned, his fist intention became more and more intense, and he used all his strength with every punch for a while, just to kill these six demon clan eleventh realm as quickly as possible.
On the lake, an eleventh-level monster monk offered a piece of water luck and hit the injured Xu Shuo fiercely. However, before the water luck fell, it was crushed by two blazing swords. Behind Xu Shuo, two
The figures approaching were all twelve realm sword cultivators. They were Xiao Muhan, the leader of the Qingluan Sect, and Xie Yiying, the leader of the Lingyan Sword Sect.
"Xu Jianxian, are you okay?" Xiao Muhan frowned.
"fine."
Xu Shuo looked cold and said: "Next, let's go to the two sect masters."
"Um."
Xie Yiying nodded.
At this moment, in the thin mist on the lake, two figures came slowly. One was a graceful woman in a white skirt, and the other was a woman in a green skirt with an equally slender figure.
, the woman in the white skirt is called Bai Xi, a great demon in the twelve realms, and her true appearance is a white snake. The woman in the green skirt is called Qingjian, and she is also a great demon in the twelve realms, and her true face is a green snake.
Baixi and Qingjian have been dependent on each other since they were young. They practiced together and took shape. They were eventually accepted as disciples by the Demon Ancestor and cultivated into this twelve realms.
"elder sister."
Qingjian smiled slightly, stared at Xie Yiying with his eyes, and said with a smile: "This female swordsman looks like she is seeking death, so let me handle it."
"Um."
Bai Xi frowned: "Xiao Qing, don't underestimate the enemy. That person is Xie Yiying, Xie Jianxian, the master of Lingyan Sword Sect in Furong Prefecture. Over the years, he has killed as many as four of our demon clan who have reached the fifth realm."
"rest assured."
Qingjian smiled calmly: "I have a sense of propriety."
As she spoke, Qingjian suddenly took a step forward, and immediately an extremely ferocious giant green snake appeared behind her. Although she was not a sword cultivator, the weapon she practiced was a sword. The long green sword swallowed her like a poisonous snake, enveloping her.
With the water transport all over the sky, the first move felt like crushing Xie Yiying. Fortunately, Xie Yiying was not a stupid swordsman. The sword light flashed past and directly divided the opponent's offensive into two. She said lightly: "I want to
Hurry up and reincarnate and attack quickly, I, Xie Yiying, like this kind of attack."
What she has always practiced is to be the strongest and break through all kinds of changes with one sword. If Qingjian wants to fight quickly, he will only die faster.
On the other side, Bai Xi smiled at Xiao Muhan and said, "Xiao Jianxian, are you ready to die?"
"You are a good-looking person, but you talk so much nonsense."
Xiao Muhan swung his sword away from the sky, and then strangled the white snake on the big lake. For a moment, the lake area was filled with water transports wrapped in evil spirits and majestic sword intent. Xiao Muhan's swordsmanship skills were not at all
Not inferior to Xie Yiying, the first person on Yunzhou Mountain still has this calmness and determination.
…
In the sky, the demonic energy was thick, forming a billowing dark cloud that was crushing Lingque Lake.
The great demon Nan Qingfeng walked out of the thick dark clouds, holding a thin sword in his hand. He looked down at the sun, moon, water and fire stick in the center of the lake that acted as a sea-fixing needle. He immediately felt that it was a great shame and humiliation. Demon King Manyuan's sun, moon, water and fire stick,
It was almost a mountain-holding treasure from the Monster Clan's ancestral mountain, but it turned out to be regarded as a sea-stopping needle by the human race.
"The sticks of sun, moon, water and fire must be pulled out from Lingque Lake."
In the clouds, Yu Xie narrowed his eyes and said.
"Know."
Nan Qingfeng floated down, took out a life wing feather from his sleeve, and refined and burned it directly in the next moment. The wing feather suddenly turned into a huge colorful ribbon, one end of which was like a spiritual snake entwining the sun, moon, water and fire.
The remaining end of the stick's tip burned fiercely, forming a huge rising force. The sun, moon, water and fire stick inserted deep in the ground immediately began to loosen and slowly rise.
But at this moment, a glow suddenly bloomed in the sky, and a sword from Su Qingjiu fell in the air. The sword light contained starlight, making the sword particularly powerful. The moment the sword fell, Nan Qingfeng's fundamental life wing
The colorful silk ribbon that Yu transformed into was cut off in the air.
"you!"
Nan Qingfeng was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The old good-for-nothing Jiaochen of the East China Sea, the Fourteenth Realm, could not kill Su Qingjiu, a mere Twelve Realm. What was even more despicable was that she had taken away her natal star. Now Su Qingjiu must have also
It's even more difficult! In fact, Nan Qingfeng didn't want to face Su Qingjiu, but she had to do it. This was Zushan's order to intercept Su Qingjiu.
In the wind, Nan Qingfeng showed his true form, a beautiful white peacock descending from the sky, carrying thousands of sword intentions.
"Xiaojiu'er, be careful!"
Lin Zhao frowned. After all, Nan Qingfeng was in the Thirteenth Realm, and it was not some papery Thirteenth Realm. He was a real great demon and one of the right-hand men of the Demon Ancestor!
"knew."
Su Qingjiu left in the air. In fact, she also wanted to know whether her current cultivation level could cross the border and kill Nan Qingfeng. For a moment, the air was filled with the sound of sword energy clashing. Although Su Qingjiu was lower than Nan Qingfeng, his momentum was
However, it was not inferior in the slightest. A sword in the Lingxi River created a wave of violent waves, which suppressed Nan Qingfeng and continued to retreat into the depths of Lingque Lake.
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"it's time!"
Among the clouds, four figures shot down at the same time.
It is the four great demons Yu Zhi, Ning Yuansheng, Long Zheng, and Feng Quan. Behind each of them is the dharma image of their destiny. As the main planner of the monster clan, she has always disdaind the big demon Yu Zhi.
I have to do it myself, but I have to do it today even if I don’t want to. If the Dinghai Formation in Lingque Lake is not destroyed, then the Nine-Star Formation planned by the demon clan at a lot of cost will be in vain.
But at the moment when the four people fell in the air, their eyes suddenly lit up. The world in front of them was no longer the green Lingque Lake, nor was the sun, moon, water and fire stick shimmering with divine light. Instead, it was a piece of ink.
world.
In the air, a Taoist fairy is opening a scroll and including four great demons.
It's Wei Huarou, and what she holds in her hand is the Taoist ancestral treasure, the Map of Mountains and Rivers!
