Chapter 517: Sword Madness No Injury (Second update, please recommend and vote for me)
"——The thousand-year plan of our Yuanshi Demon Sect is coming to an end soon. ""This is the key moment, and the manpower is insufficient. Is it inappropriate to intervene in the matter of East Lin Yunlu at this time?"
"Senior Brother Mi, is it possible that our sect can endure being humiliated by that sect guard over and over again?"
Luo Ming sneered. The person beside him who said those words just now was none other than Mitra, one of his senior brothers.
When the latter heard this, his breath suffocated, and then he shook his head.
"I always feel that that guy is not so easy to kill. Junior brother had selfish motives, so he was careful not to swallow him, but instead broke his tooth——"
"With the combined efforts of the three holy places, I have at least five great sects of the Ling Mansion. I don't believe that he can turn the world upside down!"
There was a cold snort, and there was a hint of coldness on Luo Ming's face.
"If it weren't for the inheritance of the Dragon Palace, I wouldn't be able to use even 20% of my magic power. Then I would kill him! No matter what the dragon shadow is!"
The small island in front has arrived, flying far above the city. At this time, Namitra didn't say anything more.
Luo Ming sneered, and without doing anything, a stream of demonic breath came down.
But at this moment, Luo Ming became alert. People around him also looked around.
Hundreds of golden needles were seen appearing one after another. Red flames were generated in all directions in the sky.
"ambush?"
Luo Ming frowned and subconsciously released his altar. His mind was full of doubts, who on earth dared to ambush their Yuanshi Demon Sect?
Righteous sects?
The spiritual tide is imminent, and it is too late to calm things down at this time. A war is launched at this time, and the gains outweigh the losses.
As soon as this thought came up, countless thunderbolts were suddenly generated. When combined with the blazing red flames, they instantly turned pure black and exploded violently.
The dozens of Yuanshi Demon Sect cultivators in the sky all had solemn expressions and were already on guard.
But when the black flames came like a tide, they filled the sky in an instant. However, no matter the spiritual barrier, the aura, or the spiritual weapon, they could not stop it and were directly burned through.
Dozens of miserable hissing sounds were heard one after another. ("")
In addition, there are countless thunderbolts, constantly beating and shining between those silver needles.
Just by being familiar with it, four more seventh-level cultivators were turned into ashes on the spot.
Luo Ming felt his heart bleed. These were the real elites selected by the sect to go to the Dragon Palace!
But at this time, it was extremely difficult for him to take care of himself. He relied on the power of the altar to keep his body from being immersed in black flames.
The two surrounding guardians, who were in the eighth level of martial arts realm, were also close to the altar and were spared. With the help of their spiritual skills, they summoned two ninth level soul beasts with different appearances. Luo Ming's spiritual sense was overwhelming.
Force induction to detect the origin of this black flame spiritual method.
After a while, his eyes became clear,
"What beasts! Xianglong, come out here!"
As soon as he spoke, a huge spirit beast flew out of the spirit beast bag.
It looks like a dragon, and has a powerful dragon power. But its body is three times the size of an ordinary ninth-level true dragon!
Namitra also rushed out of the black flames, following closely behind.
A red light flashed around him, and he rushed towards the bottom, at the foot of a mountain peak.
At this time underground, Zong Shou also stopped the magical power of Burning Sky Flame. He recited a mantra in his mouth, and immediately turned the two puppet soul summoning talismans into silver-armored paper figures.
The soul also escaped from the body and sneaked into the body of a paper man on the left. Then, holding the Broken Autumn Sword in hand, two figures, together with seven points of white light, suddenly rushed out of the ground.
As soon as Fang came out of the ground, Zong Shou's sword light flashed and he controlled the paper man and rushed directly towards the elephant dragon.
I saw a huge wave of cold breath first coming out of the dragon's mouth. Almost everything within a thousand feet froze immediately, spreading further into the distance.
The giant dragon claws on the forelimbs also slapped violently.
Zong Shou sneered, his figure twirled and dodged, and he effortlessly dodged the giant claw.
But he did not shy away from the cold breath, and his whole body was filled with flames.
——The Flame Dragon Sword, Flame!
——Feng Yun Long Sword, wind!
——Thunder Dragon Sword, thunder!
The three true dragon sword intentions were instantly superimposed. The flame on the tip of the Holy Temple Sect's sword suddenly turned black.
With the help of this ninth-level paper puppet, the tens of millions of powerful forces also made the sword light even more dazzling.
The nine hundred and ninety-nine-foot red sword light shattered all the cold breath with just a swirl!
The elephant dragon's eyes immediately revealed a look of fear. Zong Shou, however, looked indifferent, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed into the elephant dragon's head.
With such a destructive force, the ninth-level top-level beast was completely crushed into pieces.
"Zong Shou! Is it you?"
Luo Ming's eyes were about to burst when he saw it. Without thinking, he just dropped a black iron token from the altar.
In mid-air, a black thunderbolt suddenly turned into a bolt, and struck down towards the silver-armored paper man Zong Shou was leaning over.
This flash of lightning made even Namitra shrink his eyes.
Zong Shou let out a slight "Huh", and without any hesitation, he immediately left his body with his soul, changed his body, and entered another paper man's body.
And just as he changed his body, the silver-armored paper man was suddenly blown to pieces by the black lightning!
Zong Shou didn't even blink, his sword flashed again, and he fiercely clashed with Namitra!
Keng!
There was a sword cry, and the two of them flew away at the first touch. Just when the silver-armored paper man was attacked by the giant dragon and retreated a few feet, Zong Shou Yuanhun escaped from the body again. Using his soul to control the sword, he headed towards Namituo.
Luo, chased and killed him again.
The latter was obviously unprepared and managed to resist. Hundreds of blows were exchanged between the two of them in an instant, and there was a sound of sword strikes in the air.
But after three breaths, Zong Shou's sword finally broke through the heavy sword light and cut the Mitra's head directly into two.
At this moment, the second black lightning struck from the altar again.
Zong Shou frowned, and finally with a thought in his mind, he summoned several eighth-level spiritual weapons from his Qiankun Bag. He met them one by one, and as expected, they were immediately shattered and turned into fly ash!
At this time, in this cloud sky, the battle situation has subsided.
Most of the dozen Yuanshi Demon Sect cultivators who were lucky enough to escape from the black flames died in the hands of the Holy Fire Silver Ant, and two of them were killed by weak water leaping into the air with a sword.
At this time, the remaining disciples of the Yuanshi Demon Sect had already taken refuge in the altar.
Luo Ming, on the other hand, stared at Zong Shou with angry eyes, and there was actually a black token in his hand.
Zong Shou was alarmed. He glanced at the man's hand and thought that it was indeed the Thunder Tribulation Order.
But he didn't care. With a flick of his hand, his body flew out from the ground and merged with his soul.
Then he took a step forward and walked in front of the altar. The remaining paper man in silver armor protected him behind him.
"Is this the Tribulation Thunder Order the last one? Do you want to kill yourself or wait for me to do it? If you kill yourself, I will allow you to wait for reincarnation!"
After saying this, the few remaining cultivators from the Yuanshi Demon Sect all had different expressions. Most of them had angry eyes, but some were also moved.
But Luo Ming was so angry that his body trembled. Instead of being angry, he smiled: "Could it be that you, Zong Shou, think you will win? You dare to be the enemy of our Yuanshi Demon Sect. How courageous is your Zong Shou?"
But he saw Zong Shou's expression was indifferent, looking over indifferently, without any reaction. But for some reason, Luo Ming felt a slight palpitation in his heart, and felt that his whole body was weak.
I just felt that the young man in front of me was as strong as a mountain, and it was hard to shake. The words that I had said to win the battle before were simply ridiculous.
With just a flash of thought, Luo Ming threw out the token in his hand without hesitation.
This time, instead of gathering into a group, there were countless black lightnings filling the sky.
Several ninth-level soul beasts also swooped out from the altar. However, he himself suddenly jumped into the air, turned into a ray of light, and flew away into the distance.
Zong Shou let out a light cry and suddenly slashed out with his sword. There was a faint black dot above the sword tip.
However, the entire sky was immediately darkened and shrouded in darkness.
Wherever the black shadow passed, not only the black lightning in front of me, but also the altar, the soul beast, and the several eighth-level cultivators above were all devoured by this sword.
Then came the white light, and the Duanqiu Sword suddenly spit out a vast white light!
At this time, there was finally a sound in the sky. Luo Ming's figure had just escaped a few hundred feet, and was drowned by the white light. Then there was a "boom"! It exploded into powder, and all the blood and water vapor were evaporated.
, turned into sand and dust and fell.
Zong Shou also made a casual move and sucked a Qiankun bag that was on the verge of damage into his hand.
Just now I deliberately controlled my power, and finally the Qiankun Bag was not destroyed. After using my spiritual mind to detect it, I found that this object was indeed inside.
Then he was startled again, and he felt an extremely pure energy, no less pure than Zhao Yanran's Taoist fetus, suddenly surged back from the sword in his hand.
The incoming essence made the inner energy in the chakras and the sea of souls grow a lot in an instant.
Zong Shou was startled, what is going on?
The purity of this essence is far better than the previous swallowing of Tianyuanhua. There is no need to purify it at all, and the purity is stronger than his own inner soul power.
Could this also be the magical power of the black and white two holes?
Why didn't he kill the ninth-level spirit beast before he could?
Is it because the true power in his body has been transformed into yin and yang? Or is it because the martial arts and spiritual skills have both reached the ninth level.
Just when he was feeling puzzled, his thoughts were interrupted by Ye Feishang, whose imperial weapon flew from behind.
"You actually really won? What happened to those two swords just now? You couldn't resist even the ninth level—"
With surprise in her eyes, she guessed that Zong Shou might win. But she didn't expect that Zong Shou would win so cleanly, with almost no losses except for a puppet soul summoning talisman.
Especially when those two swords were slashed out just now, Ye Feishang could even feel fear and surrender in her own blood!
Zong Shou did not answer, but squinted his eyes and looked to the west.
There seemed to be two people there, one of whom had an aura as high as the ninth level. Zong Shou didn't know whether he had any malicious intentions, but one of them was his acquaintance and his subordinate.
Just as he was hesitating whether to kill someone or not, Zong Shou Ling felt alarmed again.
"What a surprise! A Tanqiu who can be as good as Juexu is very exciting. Unexpectedly, I just returned to the Cloud Realm and met a swordsman like you——"
Zong Shou turned around in shock, and saw a figure suddenly walking out from behind. He was in his late twenties, with a wild expression, and his eyes were full of madness and eagerness to try.
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, and then returned to calm.