I raised my arm and looked at the heavy sword in my hand, it was clearly not a matter of weapons.

Although Bai Min's heavy sword is also a treasure, it will not make my power increase suddenly.

Could it be my demonic power?

This reminds me of when I was cultivating the Demon Body, a senior told me that the power of the Demon Body was half to one grade higher than that of others at the same level.

Could it be that the same is true of demonic power?

Just when I was puzzled, the voice in my head finally sounded again.

He seemed to be able to hear my doubts, and said directly:

"When the old man once made a move with a master in the demon world, the strength of the same level would be a whole grade higher than that of the opponent, that is to say, you are now equivalent to the second grade of the elixir, and the parallel goods are naturally not your opponent, and you can't even take a move. ”

Sure enough! When I heard the words of the old man, I was very happy.

The elixir realm is different from other realms, this is equivalent to a watershed, reaching the elixir realm, in the words of the elder, it can be regarded as officially stepping into the cultivation circle.

But for ordinary monks, reaching the elixir realm is to step into the realm of master seniors.

For masters of this level, the difference in strength at the small grade level is particularly obvious.

……

Just now, the four of them were still violent, and in an instant, one person was killed and one person injured by me and Xiao Bailong.

The pace of the remaining two suddenly stopped, and they frowned and froze in place.

"Senior Brother......

"Senior Brother......

There is no little white dragon who is killed in seconds, and they know that they are their senior brothers by looking at their age, and it stands to reason that they should be the most capable of fighting, but they didn't expect to be killed in seconds as soon as they came up.

Seeing that the senior brother was dead, the two were decisive.

They looked at each other and knew that they were already against us, and turned and flew towards the man I had wounded.

also brazenly shouted:

"This guy has the help of the demon dragon, don't fight hard, go down and find other senior brothers to come over first!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to fly over, I gritted my teeth and kicked my feet, and the pure demonic power in my body instantly boiled, taking me forward quickly.

I raised my heavy sword in my hand mercilessly, and three sharp red air blades, "Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" aimed at the man just now and rushed fiercely.

The man was injured by me, and he was gritting his teeth and insisting on a slow landing, and it was barely enough to float in mid-air.

At this moment, three more blades flew in, and their eyes were full of despair.

His eyes widened and he raised his weapon, knowing that he couldn't dodge it with this speed, and only he knew how strong the blade should be.

It didn't take long for the sound of a weapon breaking with a "bang" to be heard.

The man's sword weapon was broken in two.

Immediately after, there were two muffled "poofs", a sword blade pierced his chest, and a sword blade pierced his throat.

This Inner Gate Elder of the Blood Pavilion, a master of the Spirit Pill Realm, died under my sword blade without resistance.

To be honest, I didn't even catch my breath and didn't feel like I was using much energy.

It is enough to see how cruel the battle for the small grades after the elixir realm should be.

Before the two people who flew towards him dared to arrive, they saw another person dead, and their faces were pale, and they were a little overwhelmed with their weapons, and their hands began to tremble.

I lifted my heavy sword and flew above the Blood Pavilion, stared at the two of them, and said in a cold voice:

"Why don't you dare to fight?"

The two of them are elders at the level of the inner gate of the Blood Pavilion, masters of the Spirit Pill Realm, but at this time, they didn't dare to say a word when I asked.

In the face of absolute strength, any dignity is bullshit.

In addition to them, the hundreds of Blood Pavilion disciples gathered underground also had wonderful faces.

They originally wanted to see a final battle in which the Blood Pavilion Elder was about to go down in history, but they didn't want to, and before they could get close, they were killed by two people.

I believe that today's scene will definitely leave a deep impression on their hearts.

The two Inner Gate Elders gritted their teeth on the spot, and swallowed hard in the face of my taunts.

Then he turned around decisively, this time running straight into the crowd.

After all, being alive is more important than anything else.

This move once again stunned the disciples of the Blood Pavilion underground:

"Elder...... This is...... Are you preparing to escape?"

"The four Inner Gate Elders, none of them have the strength to fight with them?"

"I only set my eyes on the white dragon just now, but it seems that that kid can also fight...... Elder Heng didn't fight back, as if ......"

"The face of the Blood Pavilion is lost this time, hey......"

I shook my heavy sword and stared coldly at the two who had fled.

Originally, I didn't plan to kill too many people, but Qi Xiu, the bastard, never appeared, which made me more and more angry the more I thought about it.

Since Elder Qian didn't stop me, it means that things are still under control.

So I swung my sword sharply, and three more blades slashed straight through.

As the blade pierced through the air, I myself chased after him, as if I wanted to be faster than anyone else.

In the end, I was the first to catch up with the two, and with a flick of my wrist, the heavy sword deftly swung and stabbed straight into the vest of the man on the left.

"That kid is chasing after him, junior brother be careful!"

The two of them cooperated tacitly, and they were also wary of me, and when my heavy sword stabbed past, they had already turned around in time to block.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, the sound of the heavy sword colliding with the knife in his hand.

His knife was good, and it didn't break under hard resistance.

But with the strength of the poor grade, under the power of the heavy sword, the man's face was red through gritted teeth, his green tendons burst out, and blood was also shocked out of the palm of his hand.

The fight was in the blink of an eye, but he was finished, and I still had three blades behind me.

"Woo Woo Woo"

Three consecutive air blades did not stop him, and all of them passed through him solidly.

The first blade pierced his eyebrows, and he was already dead.

The second and third air blades directly dragged his body down rapidly, and finally slammed into the ground in the middle of the crowd with a "bang", and a large amount of blood gushed out.

There was only one last person left next to him, trying to fight to the death.

"I'll fight ...... you"

He quickly raised his weapon, and was ready to sneak up on me.

As a result, before the words and the long sword fell, the head was sliced off by a sharp ice pick.

The bloody body corpse was in a different place, and the body and head fell in the crowd with blood one after the other.

I looked back at the little white dragon, and it raised its head proudly, as if it had nothing to do, and pretended not to look at me.

The four inner door elders were killed without any delay.

As the disciples of the Blood Pavilion, it was difficult for anyone to accept it.

The point is that dying is too simple, dying too fast.

"It's over, it's over, it's over!"

"After they kill the elders, they will definitely come to kill us, let's go, don't look at it!"

"Don't get in my way, I want to die and stay by myself!"

The two bodies fell, and in exchange for the restlessness of the crowd, they began to urge each other to flee somewhere else, and the scene was chaotic.

And the little white dragon flying in the sky didn't seem to be satisfied with this result.

It suddenly raised its faucet, as if after a deep breath.

After half a ring, the white dragon violently opened its mouth forward, and countless sharp and sharp ice picks fell down like a thunderstorm.

(Good night)