The boundless night turned into blood and crimson.
Leng Aoran's strange smile under the hazy crescent moon made people shudder, and the faces of Yan Teng and the other three became more solemn than ever before.
"careful!"
Yanteng's pupils shrank suddenly and he suddenly said loudly.
Before he finished speaking, Leng Aoran's sword moved, but his man clearly remained where he was without any movement.
Yan Teng didn't have time to think too much, raised his hand and punched him, and went straight to meet him.
boom!
A figure behind him was like a mountain peak rising from the ground, and his fist was like a city gate, standing in front of him.
Click!
There was the sound of the city tower shattering, followed by dazzling electric light piercing the night sky, and a sword light smashing the fist into pieces.
The Thunder Demon Sword, which was still in place just now, suddenly came to Yanteng. His men came very quickly, but his sword came even faster.
Phew!
Almost as soon as Yan Teng's fist was chopped off, the sword light drew a bloody mark on Yan Teng's body. Yan Teng retreated quickly enough. However, the sword still scratched his right shoulder, and his face was involuntarily exposed.
The color of pain.
"Shenxiao conquers the devil!"
At the critical moment, Xuan Fei held a Zen staff and killed him, and lightning burst out in the crimson night. His staff shattered the void, as if even the mountains could be easily flattened.
Domineering and fierce!
Leng Aoran turned around to avoid the sharp edge, and then slashed across with his sword. There was blood and light like a dragon, and the dragon's head roared, and the battle was easily shaken back.
boom!
The dazzling sword light pierced the clouds. Lei Lan, the fastest among the three, flashed the sword light in his hand and slashed towards the neck of the Ben Lei Demon Sword.
Bang!
Leng Aoran smiled faintly, and after the dragon roared, the dragon's tail waved.
Boom!
Before the opponent could get closer, the blood-electric dragon formed by the light of the sword swung its tail and transformed into a violent wind that stirred the sky. The void shook and swept Lei Lan away with his sword.
"die!"
As soon as Yan Teng landed, he ignored the scars on his shoulders and punched like a comet across the sky, directly hitting the head of the Thunder Demon Sword.
The sword in Leng Aoran's hand circled around, the dragon shadow wrapped around the sword, and the sword thrust out to resist the terrifying fist light.
Bang!
With a shocking loud noise, the ground exploded in an instant, and Yan Teng took several steps back before barely regaining his balance.
"Too tender, too tender, hahahaha!"
Leng Aoran laughed endlessly. He didn't give the three people a chance to attack again, and directly launched a terrifying sword move.
Immediately, everyone saw an extremely horrifying scene.
Leng Aoran fought one against three, and the leaders of these three sects were crushed to the point of being overwhelmed by him alone.
Underneath the crimson color, blood and electricity flashed in the sky.
The terrifying sword power was perfectly integrated with the thunder and lightning, and the evil spirit. Leng Aoran's sword power was only at the peak of psychic power, but his thunderous will had reached an extremely terrifying state.
What's even more terrible is that his blood evil is perfectly integrated with his sword intention, which can produce the power of a dragon as if it were real.
How terrible!
In less than half an hour, these three people were left with more or less bloody sword wounds. However, the Thunder Demon Sword was unbreakable, the smile on its face never stopped, and there was no injury at all.
Is this really just the Galaxy realm?
Everyone was stunned. Their realm was the same as that of the Thunder Demon Sword, not much different.
But the difference in combat power is several times higher, which is completely unimaginable. What's more, he looks very young, no more than thirty years old.
Maybe the rumors are true, and he was once a disciple of a super sect in the ancient region.
"Nine dragons break the sky!"
Another sword light flashed, and the whole world was transformed into a bloody ocean by the Thunder Demon Sword, until the sword light fully bloomed.
Nine blood-colored dragons burst out of the sea, blasting Yan Teng's killer until he vomited blood and flew away.
When the three of them landed on the ground, their faces were extremely pale, and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of their mouths. The look in their eyes, when they looked at the Thunder Demon Sword, flashed with a thick look of fear.
Thunder Demon Sword!
No wonder, no wonder he could escape calmly from Ye Ziling's hands half a year ago.
This man's strength is far beyond their imagination, and even ordinary astrology realm experts may not be his match.
In the distance, there were people with horrified expressions on their faces, fleeing quietly, not daring to continue. The remaining people frantically distanced themselves and retreated to a place that Zi considered safe.
"The disciples of the three sects are getting more and more back. I haven't warmed up yet." Leng Aoran looked at the three of them, a look of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and he sneered.
Ridiculing these so-called direct disciples is one of his biggest hobbies.
Especially the way the other person knelt down in front of him and begged for mercy, trembling, made him go crazy with excitement.
However, something seems wrong.
The three people in front seemed quite calm, with fear in their eyes, but not much panic.
Are there any trump cards left?
The corner of Ben Lei Demon Sword's mouth curled up into a smile, and his eyes showed a look of interest, which seemed a bit interesting.
"The Thunder Demon Sword is really powerful!"
Yan Teng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly: "If I didn't have someone to rely on, I'm afraid I would have to beg you for mercy now. What a pity... Yan said that you will definitely die today!"
As he finished speaking, Yan Teng tapped the storage bag, and a gorgeous silver spear appeared in his hand.
This spear is covered with silver light, surrounded by holy light, and exudes a charming luster.
boom!
When Yan Teng held the spear with both hands at the same time, a majestic holy light rushed into the sky, and the crimson sky was instantly shattered. The crescent moon once again bloomed with bright moonlight, and the moonlight sprinkled gently on the ground like water.
Holy soldier!
Everyone was shocked when they saw the spear in Yan Teng's hand, and their jaws almost dropped in surprise.
This should be the holy weapon named King Hook in the hands of Chu Tianhao in the Hanging King Palace. Its spear head is shaped like a huge fishhook, hence its name.
Even in the ancient realm, holy weapons are extremely rare, even if they are just hundreds of holy weapons.
Everyone's hearts were shaken, and there were huge waves deep in their hearts.
Plop! Plop!
Leng Aoran felt that the blood in his body was speeding up and his heart was beating wildly. He was so high-profile in Cangxuan Mansion and finally caught a big fish.
"Kill him!"
Yan Teng held the king hook and looked at the Thunder Demon Sword with indifference, without any emotion in his eyes.
When he sacrificed the holy weapon, the man was already dead.
boom!
Wang Gou's spear light pointed forward, and the majestic holy power surged forward, instantly suppressing the blood evil of the Thunder Demon Sword.
Whoosh!
The blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye was like water, being continuously pushed back and rushing into the body of the Thunder Demon Sword.
Xuan Fei and Lei Lan were immediately under great pressure. They each roared, sacrificing their Holy Spirits to kill Leng Aoran again.
Leng Aoran's expression changed slightly. The pressure of this holy soldier had indeed caused him great trouble.
Body skills, star energy, sword intent, and even blood evil are all restricted by most of them.
Without thinking much, he immediately sacrificed his holy spirit, the bloody dragon.
Boom!
Three days of Holy Spirits competed under the moonlight, destroying all the vast Qiu family residences in just an instant. Countless walls and buildings collapsed, turning into dust in patches.
Bang!
When the three of them were fighting, Yan Teng suddenly took action, and the king hook in his hand bloomed with silver light.
Densely packed holy patterns bloomed, and a beam of light shattered the void, and struck the body of the Thunder Demon Sword in the blink of an eye. With a click, blood surged, and a hole immediately appeared in the body of the Thunder Demon Sword, and blood continued to flow down.
"Humph, fight me!"
Yan Teng saw this scene and couldn't stop laughing.
clang!
At the same time, Xuan Fei and Lei Lan also took advantage of the opportunity to land their killing moves. The injured Ben Lei Demon Sword was directly blasted away, and blood was spit out from the mouth.
Everyone's hearts changed drastically. Is this the power of the holy weapon?
Before he actually took action, the arrogant Thunder Demon Sword was in such a state of embarrassment.
It is unimaginable how powerful Chu Tianhao will be when he masters this gun.
Yan Teng's expression was indifferent, with a killing intent flashing in his eyes, and he moved at the moment when the Ben Lei Demon Sword was blown away by Lei Lan.
In an instant, holy patterns bloomed on the silver spear. In the blink of an eye, the number of these holy patterns reached more than fifty. The holy patterns were diffused, and the majestic energy of heaven and earth continued to pour into it. Yan Teng held the silver spear in his hand.
, long hair dancing wildly.
boom!
He stepped hard on the ground with the sole of his foot, and the ground collapsed instantly, and his figure bloomed in the air with a light brighter than the silver moon.
The number of sacred patterns wrapped around him officially reached one hundred, and the terrifying pressure swept across all directions. Everyone was stunned by Yan Teng's sharpness at this moment.
Holy soldier!
This is the power of the Holy Soldier!
"It's over!"
The silver gun swept through the air, and Yan Teng's figure disappeared in front of everyone. When he appeared again, he had landed on the ground.
Boom!
The silver holy light on his body was so majestic that it was impossible to look directly at it. The spear in his hand pierced through the layers of blood. The bloody dragons let out shrill wails and shattered one after another, followed by the body protection on the Thunder Demon Sword.
The star element is also broken.
The spear named King Hook, with its devastating edge, pierced directly into the heart of Ben Lei Demon Sword.
Are you going to die?
Everyone's hearts became extremely nervous. It seemed that the evil cultivator Ben Lei Demon Sword who was running rampant in Cangxuan Mansion was going to die in the hands of Yan Teng.
This makes people feel a little unreal, but under the power of the holy weapon, everything seems so real.
"die!"
Yan Teng let out an angry roar and tried to stab the corpse with the Thunder Demon Sword.
when!
But something extremely strange happened. There was a violent metal collision between the sky and the earth, and sparks flew out of the heart of the Thunder Demon Sword, lighting up the night sky.
This fatal shot was actually blocked.
Everyone looked in disbelief, and saw that the Thunder Demon Sword had been covered with a layer of heavy armor with a metallic luster. The heavy armor was as strong as a mountain, with terrifying pressure, as if it was a sky transformed into
The battle clothes fell on the Ben Lei Demon Sword.
"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"
Yan Teng was shocked and lost his voice: "You are a disciple of Xuantian Sect in the Ancient Region!"
"Ahem, the holy soldiers are really scary. It's a pity that you can't even exert one-tenth of your power, so leave it to me!"
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ben Lei Demon Sword's mouth, and his face was slightly pale, but he smiled particularly openly.
boom!
Before Yan Teng could react, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the gun.
Xuantian Heavy Armor?
A look of surprise flashed through the eyes of Lei Lan and Xuan Fei at the same time. That was the secret technique in the Xuantian Baojian of the Xuantian Sect's Mountain-Suppressing Martial Arts. Only disciples of the Xuantian Sect were qualified.
Xuantian Sect, the strongest super sect in the ancient region!
When they thought of this, a look of horror flashed in their eyes. How could this be possible? How could a disciple of Xuantian Sect come to Cangxuan Mansion?
But they couldn't help what they thought. Yan Teng, who couldn't hit a single hit, had obviously used up a lot of star energy.
Almost instantly, the holy weapon in his hand was snatched away by the other party, and the whole thing flew backwards with a wave of his hand.
"Hahaha! It's been three years, and I finally found some fun in this sterile place. Holy soldier, hahahaha!" Ben Lei Demon Sword held the silver gun, his expression almost distorted with excitement.
Damn it!
Yan Teng felt so regretful that his intestines turned green. He instantly realized that the other party was deliberately hurt to induce him to take action.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the air sounded like arrows one after another, and the disciples of other sects in the distance saw that the situation was not good and fled away one after another.
"Now that you're here, don't leave yet and come back to me, hahaha!"
Ben Lei Demon Sword laughed wildly, holding the silver spear with both hands, and the power of the Blood Fiend Sword that had just been suppressed swept out with an even more terrifying force.
Boom!
The bloody mist that flew out turned into a terrifying and incomparable wind, accompanied by the roar of the dragon.
The dragon soared like a bloody hurricane, drawing back those who had fled far away.
Not long after, everyone was trapped within the scope of his bloody power. Their faces were pale and unable to move, and their eyes looked extremely frightened.
"It's time for the fun to begin. Killing, killing. Who should start?"
Leng Aoran held the spear and glanced at the head of the Qiu family. With a thud, the head of the Qiu family immediately collapsed to the ground in fear, his mind was in a state of confusion, and his heart was in a frenzy.
As for the other Qiu Family Xingjuns, they were already frightened and fell to their knees one after another.
"Master Demon Sword, spare our lives, we are innocent!"
Ha ha ha ha!
Leng Aoran laughed endlessly. In this ferocious laughter, the head of the Qiu family got up and knelt on the ground, saying painfully: "Master Demon Sword, I am willing to shoulder the responsibility for today's matter. The eight thousand Star Gods you want
Dan, I can collect it within half a month. If you want to kill, just kill me, and let the rest of the Qiu family go."
"No no no no!"
Ben Lei Demon Sword grinned and said: "Old sir, you misunderstood. You are my great hero. Without you, how could I have obtained this holy weapon? Don't worry, I will definitely kill you last!"
Amidst the laughter, he glanced over and landed on Yan Teng and the other three.
The three people were immediately frightened and panicked. Xuan Fei and Lei Lan were both a little panicked and looked at Yanteng involuntarily.
Yan Teng forcibly calmed down, his eyes flashed, and he said in deep thought: "Master Demon Sword, since you are a disciple of Xuantian Sect, you must have a heavy responsibility when you come to Cangxuan Mansion. As long as you are willing, I can serve you through fire and water, no matter what.
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A strange look flashed in Leng Aoran's eyes, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You are so-so, but you are not stupid. You are barely qualified to be a dog for me!"
"Thank you, sir!"
Yan Teng's eyes flashed with joy, and he immediately fell to his knees with a plop.
He knew very clearly in his mind that if he lost the Holy Weapon King Hook, he would definitely die if he returned to the sect. Holding the thigh of the Ben Lei Demon Sword would be a way to survive. It was better to be a dog than to die.
"good!"
Leng Aoran's eyes showed satisfaction, and he pointed at the direct disciples of other sects and said with a smile: "Kill these people for me!"
Yan Teng's expression changed. These people were all direct disciples of other sects in Cangxuan Mansion. Once they were killed, he would have no way out from now on.
A complete break with Cangxuan Mansion!
And he is worse than the evil cultivator. He is like a seller seeking glory. He has killed the leader of the sect of the evil cultivator, and has completely become the evil cultivator's lackey.
"These wastes really shouldn't dirty your hands!"
Yan Teng stood up slowly and quickly came up with an idea. Anyway, Leng Aoran didn't let him kill the people in Xuanwang Palace.
Direct disciples of other sects will be killed as well.
"Yanteng, are you crazy?"
When a group of people saw Yan Teng walking towards them, their eyes showed disbelief. Just a moment ago, this man was killing the Thunder Demon Sword. In the blink of an eye, he became the opponent's lackey and had to kill him on his behalf.
Kill them.
"Yanteng, you, the leader of the Xuanwang Palace, do you have this kind of backbone?" The direct disciples of other sects said angrily.
Yan Teng said calmly: "A group of dead people, do I need to explain to you?"
Leng Aoran smiled and said nothing, watching this scene quietly, this man was really good as a dog.
The harvest tonight is so great that it is truly unimaginable.
But just when Yan Teng was about to kill someone, a heavenly flute sound sounded under the vast moonlight.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the flute came closer and closer, and the sword intent contained in the flute sound resounded continuously throughout the world.
In the distance, a silver figure can be seen, slowly approaching in the moonlight.
A broken heart, where can I find a close friend in the world!
The pear blossoms fade, only the roses are red in the snow!
A song of beauty's smile, it's hard to remember this from scratch!
A song of reincarnation is painful, where will I see you again in this body!
A song has caused chaos in the country. How can we be like the things in the pond? This sword body is extraordinary!
The sound of the flute is faint, vast, like singing and laughing, and it becomes more and more exciting under the crimson color, making people excited and unable to restrain themselves.
"The Buried Playboy is here!"
The crowd was furious, and a name appeared in everyone's mind, and then blurted out. It was the young man who had recently become famous, known as Xiao Jian Shuangjue.
All the evil cultivators who were targeted by him died without exception. His deeds were rumored to be miraculous, and in the eyes of many people, he was almost invincible in the realm of Star Lord.
Bury the playboy?
Yan Teng was dumbfounded for a moment, why is this guy here at this time?
He had just been used as a dog by Ben Lei Demonic Sword and was about to kill the direct disciples of other sects when the Burial Beauties appeared by chance.
It made him lose all face. Even if he saved his life, he would no longer have the shame to stay in Cangxuan Mansion.
Damn it! Yan Teng's face was extremely ugly, his right fist was clenched, and he felt indescribable discomfort in his heart.
"It's saved."
The head of the Qiu family looked at the silver figure slowly approaching, his face showed joy, and he slowly stood up.
The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Lin Yun put down the purple jade sacred bamboo flute. Under the silver moon mask, no one could see his expression clearly. He had a cold look in his eyes, condescendingly looking at the Ben Lei Sword Demon.
"Is there another one to die?"
Leng Aoran looked at the other party, holding the silver gun in both hands and grinning.
[This is a big chapter of 5,000 words, so I won’t break it into chapters. There will be more in the evening.]
