Condensing the sword with my right hand, I swung out the nineteenth move of the Demon Sword Technique with my backhand.
Under the cover of darkness, the sword glowed, one meter turned into ten meters, sweeping across the air...
The air waves roared and screamed, and the sword energy overlapped continuously.
The invisible peaks of the mountains crashed into Blind Tong with a suppressive attitude, their power was astonishing.
"Hold the moon."
After one move was completed, the twelfth move of the Demon Sword Technique followed closely.
The shadow of the sword turned into the moon, suspended in mid-air.
It expanded from the size of a palm out of thin air, and under the control of the sword, it rose to the other side of Sleeping Monster and others.
"A hundred years old."
Twenty-one moves are reserved for backup.
I immediately bit off my left index finger and used the blood to strengthen my sword power.
"Buzz buzz."
The sword energy surrounding me separated wisps and turned into tens of thousands of sword blades.
I forcibly twisted my body and leaned forward.
"Destroy."
When one word comes out, thousands of swords are fired.
In the shadow of the sword that filled the sky, I worked hard and pulled with both hands.
Almost one-third of his spiritual power was consumed, and he gathered a half-meter-long golden writing brush in front of his chest.
Ziwei has three treasures: Xunlong pen, square inch book, and longevity chart.
It's a pity that I don't have the physical object, so I can only rely on secret techniques to form it.
During my trip to Miao territory, I saw in my dream that Jiuyang used the dragon-seeking pen to fight Xiyue, the founder of Kunlun.
Both were on the 18th level of martial arts, and the two of them were fighting inextricably, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
To be precise, the Xunlong Pen is no less powerful than the Taixuan Sword.
I know the Demon Sword Technique, and I also know all the secret techniques of Ziwei's lineage.
If you give me either of these two great treasures, today I will be in a state of panic.
Hold your breath, concentrate, and hold the pen in your hand.
The strokes of the pen follow the trend and finish in one go.
The void seemed to be cut in half by an external force, revealing a bottomless black abyss.
What burst out was a vague and sharp gray light.
Containing extremely majestic strength, it headed straight for Blind Tong.
The Xunlong pen disappeared, and little bits of light floated out from between my fingers.
The attack of four consecutive moves seemed to take a long time, but in fact it took less than a minute.
Next I didn't hesitate, turned around and ran away.
Personal transformation, life or death, whether you can successfully get rid of the Taoist or not depends entirely on God's will.
The sound of wind passed by his ears, and his mind became more and more confused.
The demonic energy gradually took over and unscrupulously "besieged" my remaining normal thoughts.
"Uncle San, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"Xixi..."
I deliberately clutched the wound on my left shoulder, stimulating myself with pain to keep the coffin clear.
This approach would definitely work in normal times. Unfortunately, what I faced was the endless demonic energy in my body.
The demonic body has been formed, and I am the source.
When the heaven-defying effect of "Borrowing Spirits" faded away from me, my flying speed slowed down, and my cultivation level returned to the sixteenth level of martial arts.
I turned around and looked behind me, concentrating to the extreme.
Fortunately, there was no figure of Tong Xiazi and others behind.
Ahead is a large flowing river.
I flew to the river, but before I reached the other side of the river, my vision went black, and I spit out the blood in my throat.
The next moment, I fell into the water and drifted with the current.
After all, he was hit twice by a yellow-skinned gourd and his internal organs were severely injured.
Coupled with the fight against the demonic energy and the rebound of spiritual magic.
Even if I am a master above the semi-immortal realm, it is still difficult for me to withstand the continuous damage.
"Soul blood."
In my last breath of coma, I clutched my chest tightly, fearing that I would lose the four hard-earned drops of blood soul.
