Wherever he passed, all the street lights along the way were extinguished, and darkness fell.
Liu Neng blurted out in pain: "Damn! After more than ten years of guarding and nothing happened, why did something happen tonight? I have to report it to the superiors quickly."
He immediately picked up the phone and reported the abnormal situation of Yan'an Elevated Longzhu to the organization.
"You stay here for now, let's go over and take a look!"
Fu Yang waved his hand and gave the order.
Then they looked at each other and Wei Ke, both using their magic power, the couple took off hand in hand. Like two big eagles flying in the night, they crossed the wide road and landed in the direction of the dragon pillar.
Fortunately, it was already late at night, otherwise passers-by would probably have mistakenly entered the filming set of a Hollywood blockbuster when they saw this scene, right?
The sweeping blood-red whirlwind and Fu Yangweike's direction were at a ninety-degree right angle. They rushed towards the dragon pillar together!
Whoosh!
Wei Ke suddenly accelerated and turned into a black whirlwind. The sharp sword light flashed and he rushed directly towards the blood-red whirlwind.
Sonorous!
The sword screamed and trembled, and several long and narrow black sword energies locked onto the bloody whirlwind from different directions and killed it.
Buzz!
A layer of blood-red barrier immediately opened up, and Wei Ke's sword energy slashed at it, but was actually blocked.
Huh? Blocked?
Fu Yang felt a little surprised.
Although those few sword energy just came out casually, Wei Ke's current strength is comparable to Wu Lu Zhenren's early stage. Even his movements are powerful. Being able to block several of her swords shows that this person is not weak.
The black whirlwind transformed by Wei Ke landed on the ground and returned to human form next to Fu Yang. He happened to be standing next to the magnificent Yan'an Elevated Dragon Ball.
The blood-red whirlwind also landed a dozen meters ahead, taking on the shape of a person.
Black hooded robe, gold thread waistband, and the Wuji Bone Token as a waist buckle.
Sure enough, he is the demon from the Pantheon Sect!
Click...
A sound similar to breaking glass came from his broad sleeves.
A pile of shiny red powder fell from his palm. It should be a kind of disposable supernatural item.
Fu Yang sneered: "When I said how to block Wei Ke's sword energy, it turns out that you rely on tools? So, you and General Mingwei have some friendship? But your waistband is pure gold.
, a member of the 12th Wanshen Regiment? Which regiment are you in?"
Fu Yang was aggressive when he spoke.
Inferring a large amount of information about the other party is extremely oppressive in terms of momentum.
"Gaga... It seems that you are very familiar with our Pantheon Cult. And you have the aura of the Pantheon's Pursuit Seal on your body. It seems that you are also a damned person who must be killed."
A hoarse, low voice came from under the black hood. It was as harsh as a crow in a grave at night.
Wei Ke's eyes were stern, and the Ghost Sword in his hand was pointed at him. The Queen was full of domineering words: "It's just you? You need to borrow consumable supernatural tools to resist the Queen's sword energy, and you want to face me and my wife shamelessly."
"That's not certain... Although your cultivation realm is indeed stronger than mine. But in real life-and-death battles and fighting, it's not the one with the higher cultivation realm who is more powerful. Gagaaaa. I will let you know that as a god
What kind of combat power do the powerful members of the first regiment possess?"
The demon from the Ten Thousand Gods Sect gave out a crow-like smile. He seemed to feel honored for his status.
Fu Yang's pupils suddenly narrowed.
The first group of all gods!!!
Both he and Wei Ke knew that within the Pantheon Religion, there were organizational structures such as the Immortal Hall, the Council of Elders, the Divine Shadow Guards, and the Twelve Pantheon Groups...
Among them, although the Twelve Ten Thousand Gods Regiment is a conventional combat force, it is not as weird and mysterious as the Mingwei General Camp and the Shenwei Invincible Camp among the Divine Shadow Guards.
But it is the backbone of the Pantheon Religion.
What's more, it is the first group with the most transcendent status!
After all, in theory, the remaining eleven battle groups of the Twelve Wanshen Regiment have equal status in name, and only the First Regiment is far higher than them! The leader of the First Regiment, Xue Lizi, can not only restrain the Shadow Guards to a certain extent,
He is also a member of the Presbyterian Church.
"Gaga, are you intimidated by my reputation as the number one group of gods?"
The black-robed demon was very proud of himself.
Fu Yang didn't bother to compete with him and directly summoned Thousand Illusion Swords.
"Qian Huan, this is the first time we have fought side by side since you evolved. Don't forget yourself and be disappointed."
Buzz!
Qian Huan Sword made a metallic trembling sound, as if in response to Fu Yang's words.
"A fool is as stupid as a monster. One strike from the master, and a thousand phantom ghosts to kill him!"
His heart was beating fiercely, like a water pump. The power of the ghost path was used throughout his limbs and bones, surging and raging. The sharp Thousand Illusion Swords in his hands were swung.
A black sword beam shot out quickly.
It actually made waves of low roars, as if the souls of wild and ferocious beasts were attached to the sword. It was very magical! It seems that this Thousand Illusion Ghost Slash was originally more effective than the previous Thousand Machine Ghost Slash.
Variety.
Whoosh!
Before it was even close, the black sword sword slashed by Fu Yang actually split into multiple parts, like a ball of exploding sword energy. It went in all directions and wrapped in a spherical shape.
"Okay, you idiot! You actually secretly learned my Ghost Swordsmanship? Humph, look at my genuine version. Qianque Canguang!"
Wei Ke deliberately complained about Fu Yang. This Qian Huan Ghost Dao Slash already imitates the sword intent of Qian Que Can Guang, one of the Nine Ghost Swords. It is a sword technique that can split attacks!
"We, husband and wife, don't say such disrespectful things."
Fu Yang laughed and winked.
The strength of the two of them is far superior to the guy in front of him - according to Fu Yang's perception, he is at most a late-stage Sanlu master. Although he can be considered a strong man, he is not good enough in front of this couple!
"snort!"
The black-robed demon snorted coldly, but there was a hint of panic in it.
He obviously didn't expect that Fu Yangweike would be so ferocious when he struck out, and that he was actually in the late stage of Master Silu and had an attack strength comparable to that of Master Wulu.
However, the guy who is the first group of gods to covet the Dragon Pillar will not be killed so easily.
While Fu Yangweike was slashing out his sword energy, he had already thrown three things like Go pieces from his hand to the ground!
One is black, one is white, and one is a strange blood red!
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
The three chess pieces exploded at the same time and instantly turned into wisps of mist. The three colors of black, white, and red were intertwined, like a dream, and condensed into an extremely soft gauze form. They rose from the ground and had a feeling of floating in the air.
.
Under the feet of the black-robed demon, a black and white luminous Tai Chi pattern actually formed. Inside, there were strange blood-colored threads running around, like poisonous snakes scurrying around.
"Blood Tai Chi·The Banshee's Skirt!!!"
Clang clang clang, clang clang clang.
Fu Yang's Thousand Fantasy Ghost Slash and Wei Ke's Thousand Que residual lights were both blocked by the floating three-color tulle.
These tulles are really like the thin long skirts worn by the enchanting and evil banshee, fluttering there, protecting the black-robed demon within them. (First update)