The Northern Wilderness of the Demon Realm, Valley of Chaos Souls.
Soul Valley is huge, occupying a peninsula.
Surrounded by water, there are dozens of killing and defensive formations.
It is as airtight as an iron barrel, wrapping the valley in the center tightly.
The valley is littered with rubble, and the miasma obscures the view.
Looking around, the area that can be seen is only a few dozen meters.
The pungent smell of decay filled the air, and mountains of bones could be seen everywhere.
Human bones, animal bones, demon bones, everything, all show the weirdness of this deep valley.
At this moment, in the open space on the edge, there were two figures fighting.
One is a young man with fine features, wearing a blue robe and holding a cold-sharp sword.
One is a burly afterimage with a blurred face, wearing a black robe and holding a heavy hammer in his hand.
The former's body skills are superb and his immortal power is overwhelming.
The latter is a little clumsy, but the demonic energy released around him is astonishing and continues to gather.
"Dang-dang-dang."
The sword and hammer clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of impact was endless.
Flying sand and rocks, thick smoke billowing.
The young man failed to score a single blow and immediately chose to retreat.
After retreating a few hundred meters, he disappeared into the miasma without a trace.
"Run? Where are you running?"
"I haven't drunk fresh human blood for a long time, and you just broke into my territory."
"How can you let go of the fat meat delivered to your door?"
"Kekeke..."
I don't know whether he was laughing or gritting his teeth. The afterimage walked through the air, and a wave of hot fire suddenly burst out from his mouth.
"呲呲呲."
When the miasma meets the fire, it is instantly disintegrated.
At the same time, it also revealed the young man's second move waiting for an opportunity.
"Uh-huh."
The long sword was released and split into three parts.
The attack postures of the above, middle and lower parties rushed forward boldly, and the sword energy changed again and again.
The first sword turned into a green dragon, and the dragon's roar raged.
The second sword formed a white tiger, and the tiger's roar shook the sky.
The third sword condensed into a red bird, which screamed and flew away.
The three swords unite into one, seemingly unstoppable.
However, it did not pay much attention to the afterimage of the heavy hammer in hand.
He didn't dodge or dodge, he laughed and said contemptuously: "It's a small trick."
"Boom."
As soon as it finished speaking, the green dragon exploded, the white tiger collapsed, and the red bird burned itself.
The next moment, above its head, a huge black turtle fell from the sky, invisible.
It is a black turtle, and it is a sword that creates the world.
Silver light flashed, and the monstrous sword shadow instantly converged.
A thousand harvests a hundred, a hundred harvests ten, and ten returns to one.
One sword to the end, one sword to cut through the void.
"collapse."
The earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the sword energy was powerful.
Only the sound of wailing was heard, and it was fleeting.
In place, the afterimage no longer exists, and the blurry body is broken into tens of thousands of transparent flakes.
The young man flew in from a distance and said calmly: "Seven moves."
"Wow."
The miasma parted, and a beautiful woman with a beautiful face walked out and said, "I thought you could solve it in five moves."
The man said with shame: "The power of a demon cultivator is already stronger than that of a cultivator in the immortal world, not to mention that this mutated demon spirit and I are both true immortals of the fifth level of Dzogchen."
"Seven moves are already the fastest speed within my ability."
