Jian Twelve looked at Yuan Futu coldly, as if he was gouging out every piece of his flesh and blood with his eyes, putting it in his mouth and sucking it. He licked his lips, as if he had tasted the fresh and bloody deliciousness, and then moved away
As he stepped forward, his whole body turned into a blur of white shadow.
Feeling the cold and powerful aura coming towards his face, Yuan Futu tried his best to keep his head calm, rotated the life bead, released the pure earth essence inside, adhered to the blade of the sword, and swung it forward with all his strength.
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"Kill the gods and Buddhas with the sword!"
In an instant, a murderous intention to slaughter all living beings and destroy the world rose into the sky, adding a touch of gloomy blood to the glowing yellow sword blade.
The power of this sword seemed to have reached its peak, almost exceeding the power of two hundred thousand kilograms.
Peng!
The true essence on the sword exploded in front of your eyes, like a blooming **** engraved on the void, and the bloody killing sword left a deep trace of weeping blood on it, directly covering Sword Twelve
in it.
Tsk.
The sharp and sharp sword intent broke through the golden light defensive shield, causing Jian Twelve's snow-white and torn clothes to crack countless holes, and even broke open the flesh and blood inside, but he didn't care, and his expression was extremely cold.
, stretched out his pale bone hand, penetrated the center of the flower, and grabbed Yuan Futu's chest.
The moment the substance touched the skin on the chest, the entire chest seemed to have suffered a huge force and collapsed like a hollow tissue paper inside. Blood spurted out directly from Yuan Futu's ears, nose and mouth, splashing on Sword Twelve
on the face.
With a weird sneer, Jian Twelve stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on his lips, as if he felt that it contained the taste of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, which made him extremely excited, and he kept moving forward under the sword intention with some sluggishness.
Wearing body.
When the pale bone hand moved forward half a minute, Yuan Futu's chest collapsed another half minute, and more blood flowed. With just a breath, it could easily penetrate the thin, paper-like chest.
"Buddha!" Lin Wan'er screamed and rushed over desperately, but Ao Tianbo grabbed her shoulder tightly.
Warm blood soaked through his body, and thoughts of despair arose in Yuan Futu's heart. Facing a powerful man with extraordinary power, he should have expected such a bleak ending.
But at this moment, he was still unwilling to give in.
"The Dao is one foot high, the devil is ten feet high. The Dao eliminates the devil and rises, and the devil is ten thousand feet high!"
A soft chant fell from the sky. Its sound seemed to come from thousands of miles away. It was as thin as a gossamer, but it was clearly recalled in everyone's ears. It was as light as a feather, but it seemed to carry endless pressure, which made people shudder.
After hearing this voice, Jian Twelve frowned deeply, making the wrinkles on his face even deeper. He saw black flames the size of fists floating around the bone hand that was about to break open Yuan Futu's chest.
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"Demon energy?!"
This is not the power of real demons, but pure demonic energy, but it is more powerful and pure than the demonic energy cultivated by the masters of the Nine Nether Sect. It contains the power of refining without releasing it, and it just floats out.
When one of them touched Jian Twelve's arm, there was a sudden loud noise, and a black fire dragon suddenly rose up.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third bombs also erupted, like a chain reaction, causing the entire void to fall into this explosion storm.
"hateful!"
Jian Twelve almost felt that his arm was about to be blown to pieces, he couldn't help but stretched it back, stepped back and crushed the steps in front of the sword tower. Looking up, he saw three figures appearing in front of him.
The two men and one woman knelt on the ground, cupped their hands and said, "Welcome to the sect leader."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in white clothes with a face like a crown of jade floated down. His silver hair was flying in the rain. He was so dazzlingly white from beginning to end that he was spotless.
His left hand was behind his back, while his right hand was holding a petite girl.
Jian Twelve's eyes were transformed into demons and he could no longer see the world, but he could feel the powerful aura of the person in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Demon gate?"
"Futu!" Lin Wan'er rushed over, helped Yuan Futu up from the ground, and said, "How are you?"
Yuan Futu's mouth was still overflowing with blood. He vaguely saw the familiar figure and whispered: "Rong Xian..."
Qin Rongxian hurriedly came to his side, first took a pill from his arms and fed it to Yuan Futu to swallow. Looking at the pendant still flashing on his chest, he said with concern but still stubbornness: "I knew you would.
Something happened, but luckily it wasn't too late."
When the elixir entered his body, Yuan Futu felt that his true energy, which was already in chaos, was immediately suppressed. His mind gradually became clearer, and he said, "Quickly, he has become a demon. You can't defeat him."
Qin Rongxian made a "cut" sound and said: "Don't worry, I have never seen my father lose to anyone. He is the most powerful person in the world. You should worry about yourself first. Are you feeling better now?"
Father?
Yuan Futu had already known about Qin Rongxian's life experience before, and was immediately shocked. Could it be that the silver-haired man was the leader of the Demon Sect today?
Xiao Zhan, Mei Ling'er and Ziye Canglong stood respectfully behind them, while the sect leader Qin Chuan looked directly at Jian Twelve and said calmly: "It's the Tianmo Sect."
Heavenly Demon Sect!?
All the Jian Sect disciples present were shocked. Why did the Heavenly Demon Sect suddenly arrive here? Do they want to take advantage of the chaos? With the current situation of the Jian Sect, there is no way to resist any sect's surprise attack.
Jian Twelve sneered, "I didn't expect that the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who has lived in the Netherworld Mansion for a long time, would actually appear in our Sword Sect. It's really a great news. Could it be that you want to take advantage of this to rob?"
Qin Chuan smiled indifferently, looked at the ruins around him, and said: "If it were the Sword Sect a thousand years ago, maybe I would do this and kill all of you to avoid future troubles, but now this place has become a low-end sect, and it is not worthy of me.
No effort required."
"Then why are you here to disturb our sect?" No matter how arrogant Jian Twelve is, even if there is a trace of clarity in his mind, he knows that the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect is by no means someone who can be easily provoked.
Qin Chuan turned his head, looked at Yuan Futu with his deep eyes, and said: "Whether the Sword Sect is destroyed or not has nothing to do with me. I just want to save one person."
Jian Twelve's mind changed and he suddenly understood, saying: "You want to save Yuan Futu, why?"
"Because my daughter doesn't want him to die, so as a father, shouldn't I fulfill her wish?" Qin Chuan faced Jian Twelve, who was deeply possessed by the demon, and felt the power of the real demon emanating from his body, his words and deeds.
But he was still as light as the breeze, unusually free and easy, without the slightest hint of nervousness or fear.
Jian Twelve stopped asking for the reason. Yuan Futu had the Chaos Spiritual Treasure that he wanted to get most. Not to mention the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, even the old monk of Six Paths would not show any mercy to him, and his tone suddenly became