This sword, which can be easily flashed, is now attached to his body like a shadow, and no matter how he twists it, he can't hide it at all.

In the darkness, a bewitching blood flower bloomed, and the entire left arm of the extreme evil was immediately cut off in unison!

There was no screaming.

In the heart of the extreme, only strong anger and shame were left at this moment, turning into a roar that resounded in the night sky.

He's angry!

He has been at the peak of his life, and when he was at his peak in the past, even among the small grandmasters of the Gathering Source Realm, it was difficult to find an opponent.

Now, even if the tiger falls to Pingyang and his cultivation has regressed to the point of consummation of the Spiritual Light Realm, he is still confident that he will never lose to any martial artist in the same realm.

However, today, he was defeated at the hands of two juniors in the early stage of the Spirit Light Realm!

His heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

Fan Yu seemed to see the thoughts in his heart, and the ridicule in his eyes was even stronger.

He sneered: "If you don't accept it, then I'll convince you." ”

Another sword, sweeping through the extremely evil face.

He endured the sharp pain, and was about to turn and retreat, when he felt a strange heat rise from behind him.

He was so frightened that he wanted to dodge to either side, but it was too late!

Pink balls of light rained down and exploded on the back of the Extreme Evil, leaving dozens of charred holes in their wake.

Fan Yu and Yuluo went one after the other, and the two joined forces to completely seal all the retreats of Jisha!

Around the crossroads, the slashing sound continued, and the bluestone floor had been soaked in blood and became viscous as ink.

The battle between the Demon Mountain Sect and the martial artists of Linyuan City has reached a white-hot stage at this moment.

Outside the city wall, another Demon Mountain Sect disciple rushed in from the gap temporarily opened by the formation.

Compared with the 1,000 elites led by the Extreme Yin Pole Evil, the follow-up group of people, whether in terms of cultivation or momentum, are obviously much weaker, and almost all of them are cultivators of the Xuanmai Realm.

But their faces all showed a sickly and crazy look, as if they had been manipulated by some secret method, and they had completely lost their minds.

- I don't know pain, I don't know fear, I don't know what death is.

They have been reduced to cold killing machines.

On the other side, those Xuanmai Realm martial artists who stayed in the square also began to devote themselves to the battle group one after another.

At this point, the originally well-planned defense battle has turned into a bloody and chaotic battle.

Looking around, the corpses were full of bones and rivers of blood, and it was impossible to tell whether the advantage of the Demon Mountain Sect was greater, or the advantage of Linyuan City was greater.

Under this fierce hedge, the two sides have maintained a delicate balance.

But Fan Yu is well aware of how fragile this balance is.

As long as the battle power of the Spiritual Light Realm in the center of the street is divided, then it will immediately be a one-sided situation.

——In front of the martial artists of the Spiritual Light Realm, the Xuanmai Realm is simply like a local chicken and a dog, and it is not an enemy at all.

Because between martial artists, the gap between each great realm, even if it is described as a heavenly ravine, it is not an exaggeration at all.

Only Fan Yu is an exception.

Only a monster like him can rely on the rich combat experience in his previous life, as well as the benefits brought by the ancestral dragon's scales, to repeatedly cross the ranks and fight.

Therefore, this is also the reason why he did not let the Xuanmai Realm martial artists participate in the battle at the beginning.

Although as long as they take their lives to fill in, these Xuanmai Realm martial artists can always cause a certain amount of resistance to the Demon Mountain Sect, but Fan Yu can't bear to sacrifice their lives in vain.

If you have to bleed, let him bleed first!

This is not only the pride and glory of a generation of Fu Zu, but also the responsibility and responsibility he should have as the former supreme of heaven and earth!

Fan Yu's eyes were like electricity, and the blade swirled, cut, picked up, and stabbed straight.

In a single breath, he handed out several more swords to the Extreme Evil.

And Yuluo was not to be outdone, and directly opened the Xuanguang armor body protection, and punched constantly.

Ji Xu's face was hideous, and he shouted angrily: "Explosion!"

An awl-shaped source soldier burst in the air, setting off a rolling wave of qi, once again blocking the offensive of Fan Yu and the others.

This is the third source soldier he has exploded.

A tenacious obsession sustained him, and he did not believe that he would lose at the hands of two juniors.

Even in a desperate situation, the Extreme is still looking for an opportunity to make a move while restoring his power with the help of Source Coins.

Fan Yu said coldly: "You are really a hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff!"

Yu Luo also frowned, she thought that after Fan Yu hollowed out his source power, the winner had already been decided, but she didn't expect this person to be so difficult to kill.

Seeing more and more Linyuan City martial artists falling, Fan Yu finally lost his patience.

He said coldly: "Well, I originally wanted to save some strength, but now I have changed my mind!"

"Yuluo, help me stop him for three breaths, three breaths is enough!"

After saying this, Fan Yu's momentum changed suddenly, and his sword intent soared into the sky.

"The first style of the Yuan Destroying Sword, return to the ruins!"

The air shuddered suddenly, and then a gust of wind rolled up, like a whirlpool, and compressed the extreme evil fiercely inward.

A suffocating life-and-death crisis instantly surged into the heart of the extremely evil.

Extremely angry roared: "If you want me to die, I'm afraid it's not so easy!"

His heart was ruthless, and the nine spiritual lights in the sea of consciousness exploded directly, turning into a huge force and pouring into the already withered Xuan vein.

At this moment, the extreme evil has fallen into absolute madness.

Since you can't save your life, what's the use of cultivating this body? It's better to destroy your realm and fight with you to break the net!

Ji Sha picked up a crescent-like arc knife from the ground and stabbed Fan Yu's eyebrows.

But how could Yuluo let him get his wish?

A magnificent wall of fire rose from under the feet of the extreme evil in an instant, and imprisoned him like a cage.

The cage trembled, the flames flickered, and in an instant it was extinguished.

Yuluo's face was even more pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that he was about to get out of trouble, he slashed the two of them in half.

Suddenly everything came to a standstill.

The swirl of sword qi that surrounded the extreme evil finally closed completely.

The surrounding air exploded layer by layer, but without even making a sound, it was completely strangled and worn out by the boundless fierce sword qi.

It's like falling into an endless abyss.

A gust of wind blew, and at the end of the dark and dim street, there was no more extremely evil figure, only the shattered earth and the still spreading rifts.

Kill with one hit!

Fan Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, but his eyes were glowing.

Now after breaking through to the Spiritual Light Realm, the Returning Ruins Sword Style that has been displayed has faintly had one or two points of grandeur in the past.

Yuluo held Fan Yu, her beautiful eyes flashed, and said, "Are you okay?"

Fan Yu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and was about to speak.

However, before the word "okay" could be spoken, Fan Yu's face changed and he pushed Yuluo away.

A palm as black as ink suddenly appeared in the inky darkness and slapped his chest silently!

Fan Yu is already unavoidable!

This mysterious palm seems to have been waiting in the dark for a long time, like a patient hunter waiting for the moment when the prey completely relaxes its guard, and then delivers it accurately.

The ingenious timing of the appearance has completely exceeded Fan Yu's expectations, and it has also completely exceeded his reaction.

By the time he reacted, the palm was almost on his chest!

Yuluo's face was as pale as tin foil, and he couldn't help but scream.

Fan Yu's whole body, every hair seemed to be about to explode, his pupils shrank to a point, and his eyes converged on this pitch-black hand.

He had no doubt that if he was slapped in the chest by this palm, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would definitely not live for three days.

This is an absolute test of life and death.

If anyone is replaced, in this case, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

But he is Fan Yu.

Tens of thousands of years of life, no less than 10,000 times on the line of life and death, has long made him develop a terrifying instinct.

A fighting instinct that reverses life and death, and survives in a desperate situation!

only heard a soft sound of "clanging", and the black hand did not fall on Fan Yu's chest, but gently slapped on the broken sword.

The voice is soft, and the power is light.

It's as light as a lover's gentle touch, and it's weirdly light.

However, it was this gentle palm that slapped Fan Yu's entire arm off on the spot!

The broken sword flew upside down, and Fan Yu fell to the ground with a bang, as if struck by lightning.

Blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, and he clung to the ground, slamming into the wall behind him.

The wall shattered, Fan Yu didn't stop, and hit the next wall, and the wall exploded again.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

What a horrible palm this is?

Fan Yu could no longer answer, he sat slumped among the ruins on the ground, vomiting blood, constantly vomiting blood.

In the darkness, there was a soft "huh" sound, which seemed to be a little surprising, under this palm, Fan Yu actually did not fall on the spot.

A tall, thin figure has appeared, stepping through the darkness and stepping out.

The moment he appeared, the air suddenly cooled.

It was bitterly cold, as if it had frozen.

Fan Yu's heart was also so cold that it was about to freeze.

Under the bleak starlight, the criss-crossed scars on the figure's face were as hideous as a poisonous snake.

His eyes also looked like they were coming from hell.

After being swept away by those scarlet eyes, Yuluo only felt a tightness in his throat, and he passed out on the spot.

And this person didn't even look at her, he had withdrawn his gaze and looked at Fan Yu indifferently.

His scarlet pupils were filled with cruel playfulness and a longing for nothing.

Crisis.

An unprecedented crisis!

Every trace of flesh and blood on Fan Yu's body trembled involuntarily under the gaze of the other party.

Although for a while, he couldn't see the other party's martial arts cultivation at all, but judging from this terrifying aura alone, he was definitely a powerhouse in the Gathering Source Realm.

Even stronger than Fan Yang!

Fan Yu's heart is solemn, against such a strong person, with his current situation, there will never be a trace of vitality!

It was then that the man finally spoke.

The mysterious man said indifferently: "I didn't expect that the great plan that took me the thirty years of hard work of the Demon Mountain Sect was almost ruined in the hands of you, a young man, which really surprised me." ”

His voice was hoarse and strange, coming from his abdomen.

And there is no connection between the words, like the syllables spit out by the puppeteer, which makes people feel creepy.

Fan Yu's heart has sunk to the bottom, and he already knows who the other party is.

He spat out another mouthful of blood and said, "I didn't expect that Mo Teng, the sect leader of the Demon Mountain Sect, who should have died thirty years ago, would miraculously come back to life again. ”

The mysterious man known as Moteng laughed lowly when he heard this.

He muttered, "Moteng?"

His smile was playful, and his tone was playful, as if he was reminiscing about this ancient name.

A gust of wind blew, with an indescribable desolate and murderous meaning, and it seemed to be reminiscing about this blood-stained name.

This name, the people who remember it now, will definitely not have more than one hand.

But if it were placed thirty years ago, the word "Moteng" represented a kind of trembling and desperate fear, hanging like a dark cloud over the Canghai Empire.

It's even louder than the name of the Demon Mountain Sect!

Thirty years ago, as the first martial artist of the Canghai Empire and a peerless demon who had cultivated to the late stage of the Cloud Sea Realm, he did have this qualification, which made the entire empire tremble!

But he should have died.

That is, thirty years ago, Mo Teng, who was the sect master of the Demon Mountain Sect, was besieged by the imperial martial arts powerhouses, along with the three protectors of the sect, and died in Changhe Mountain on the spot, without even leaving a corpse.