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The bloody aura is the filth cultivated by the caster who has been immersed in killing all year round, for such dirt, the pure aura between heaven and earth is his biggest nemesis, but below the seventh order, there is no one who can temper the aura of heaven and earth to the origin state, which allows the mad demon to take advantage of the sky.

"Don't be ashamed!" The mad demon didn't think that An Chengde's strength was anything special, it was just a sword qi condensed with the strength of his whole body, and he was not to be afraid.

However, this arrogant idea was destined to kill him, but when An Chengde was staring at him and preparing to deal with the mad demon, Zishu Rui'an, who had been silent for a long time in the stands, said: "Uncle, don't fight anymore, you can't win, admit defeat." ”

“...... Beep!" The surrounding blood mist is stagnant, and the mad demon treats the enemy ruthlessly, but in the face of the boss, he is absolutely obedient, which is why Zishu Rui'an will come here with him, the mad demon is not like the soul demon who has passed away, and he didn't think much about this statement in his heart.

After a short hesitation, the madman paused in mid-air, compared to his previous state of mind, a voice appeared in his heart at this moment, why?

An Chengde took the magic power in his hand, since he had the intention of admitting defeat, then he would not be a killer.

"But......" The mad demon landed, and the blood mist that filled the audience frantically merged into his body, he raised his arms high, and at the moment of saying that he admitted defeat, the last reason in his eyes was summed up by a strange darkness.

Empty!

The dust and sand rose, the body of the mad demon disappeared, and An Chengde, who was concentrating in the field, scanned the space and found that the attack line of the mad demon had changed!

"Uncle Tai is crazy, what are you going to do!" Zishu Rui'an was shocked when he saw this scene, a sneak attack at this time would really push him into the abyss.

An Chengde's eyes were dark, the strong silhouette covered the sunlight above his head, the black shadow pressed down, and the mad demon's landing fist slammed into the top of An Chengde's head, and at the same time, a loud shout came from the air: "I want you to die!"

"Boom!" An Chengde shot from the sky into the surface like a cannonball, and almost at the same moment as he entered the ground, the figure of the mad demon landed, and the torrential rain of fist power fell madly on the deep pit.

There was an uproar on the stage, this is off-site assistance?

"Senior brother!" Yan Wusheng was caught off guard by this sudden change, the black flames on his body ignited, and when he was about to end, a snow-white figure stopped Yan Wusheng's movements.

There was a hint of softness from his wrist, and Yan Wusheng looked at it fixedly, it was the eldest disciple of the Ethereal Pavilion, Ling Cai'er.

"It's a regular game, it's hard for you to go down. Ling Cai'er said seriously.

"You, get out of here, I'm going down to save people!" Yan Wusheng was attracted by Ling Cai'er's watery eyes for a moment, but he immediately made it clear that he was powerful, decisively shook off Ling Cai'er's palm, and bent his knees to save people.

At this time, time is of the essence, and the mission that the master once entrusted to him was to protect An Chengde's safety. Until now, Yan Wusheng still abides by this mission, and for him, this is a task that must be completed.

"Da!" In mid-air, a slender figure blocked in front of Yan Wusheng, and at the same time stopped him and said, "Wusheng, don't be rude, what kind of occasion is this? How can it be so unruly?"

"Zhangjiao!" Yan Wusheng saw the solemn Zhangjiao real person, and immediately bowed respectfully.

"An Chengde is not as weak as you think, if there is no means to solve this sudden situation, then what is there to talk about going 100,000 years ago? I want to see what this kid has come to. The head of the sect forced his voice into a line, and said secretly and unrelentingly, so that he could calm down.

Yan Wusheng was entangled for a moment, and finally in the battle of his mind, he chose to believe in the Zhangjiao, who was an eighth-order powerhouse, the pinnacle of this world, and there was no reason to doubt his words.

"That's Gongsun Zhangjiao, it is rumored that he is hundreds of years old, but now it seems that he is only in his thirties. "There were many disciples from other sects in the stands, and when they saw such a figure, their eyes couldn't help but be attracted.

"Nonsense, if you can write your age on your face, what else do you want to cultivate!" The people around him refuted the ignorant person just now, and at the same time looked at the master with envy.

"Isn't Gongsun Zhangjiao going to end here? The one who was pressed to the ground and beat was a disciple of the Changxian Academy, right, it seems that he is still one of the great disciples of the Six Halls, so he is so calm?" After gossiping about the age of Gongsun Zhangjiao, this group of people was discussing the purpose of Gongsun's appearance, not for the disciples, so this scene An Chengde seems to be enough.

"You don't understand this, the big sect has the dignity of the big sect, this competition is hosted by the Changxian Academy, even if there are more grievances, they can only break their teeth and swallow in their stomachs. "There were people who had different opinions and argued with them.

"I'll go, what kind of fart rules, is it more important than human life? Uncle Tai's crazy move just now is ruthless, below the seventh order, no one will be able to stop it without defense!"

"What if there really is a genius?"

"Then he's not human......"

"It's ...... too"

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There was a lot of disturbance in the stands, and in the dusty field, the continuous boxing did not stop for a moment, every blow was poured out with the full strength of the madman, and the strength of each punch shocked the arena. With such an earth-shattering move, the referee team composed of Changxian Academy showed absolute calmness, and sat back and let the mad demon suppress An Chengde like this, An Chengde's life and death were uncertain, in fact, only he could really save him.

If it is an eighth-order master, in the face of a mad demon, the shot will not leave a living mouth.

Although facing Shang An Chengde, it is also a similar result, but it is also death, dying in the hands of An Chengde, and dying in the hands of an eighth-order powerhouse, but they are two different concepts.

The high-level of Changxian Academy gave An Chengde absolute trust and support, and many monks in this situation did not understand the meaning of their predecessors, in their eyes, this uncle was fierce, and it was definitely not a good stubble, just from the previous elimination of Saili, you can see the clues.

In the previous knockout round, ten people were in a scuffle, and Uncle Tai was crazy to provoke the end of the battle, one punch and one person, solving more than half of the candidates, and finally three punches directly injured Zhao Wuqiu into serious injuries, this kind of madness with great violent tendencies, Changxian Academy chose not to move.

There is a tidal stream of discussions, no one to explain, or rather, facts speak louder than words.

The sudden change is enough to block the mouths of the people.

“...... Rumble!...... Beep!huh!" The mad demon's fist fell again, and at the bottom of the deep pit, a bright light suddenly appeared, and a strong light pierced everyone's eyes, and the straight lines passed through the madman's torso, and the blood splashed long, and what was captured by the naked eye was that the luster destroyed the madman's attack in an instant, and at the same time shook the madman away, the flesh and blood of the arm fell horizontally, and the main torso fell heavily on the edge of the pit.

The vitality of the mad demon fell on the edge of the deep pit, his right arm was shattered by the explosion, half of the arm bone was dragged on his shoulder, and he fell in a pool of blood dripping with blood, hesitating that the exercises he practiced were special, at this time, he still maintained absolute combat power.

In the face of the madness at this moment, it is still not to be underestimated.

In front of everyone's eyes, the spotless An Chengde stepped on the glow and rose, and after the white brilliance faded, a slender and straight figure appeared.

This was the first time he had invoked the Holy Light Enchantment in his body, and it took a long time, but fortunately, the Dust Clearing Sword in his hand blocked the repeated harassment of the mad demon, otherwise An Chengde would have capsized in the gutter this time.

The Holy Light Enchantment obtained from 100,000 years ago is different from ordinary world talismans, each of their spells comes from ancient times, and even comes from outside the realm, the encounter 100,000 years ago made An Chengde's body contain a complete Holy Light Enchantment, but every spell of the Holy Light Enchantment is a bone-eating poison for mad demons.

The Qingchen Sword quietly escaped from An Chengde's body into the small world, and was not captured by the surrounding audience in too many details, but in their eyes, An Chengde was like a true god descending to earth, stepping on auspicious clouds.

The eyes shining with electric light focused intently, staring at Zishu Rui'an outside the field, An Chengde was already very disappointed with this star.

Zi Shurui didn't know that the mad demon would suddenly erupt, and the cause and effect of all this could only be fought by himself, and the life and death of the mad demon was now in the hands of An Chengde.

"Your meanness, I can be regarded as having understood, no one will say anything to admit defeat now, even if it is death, no one will stop it, right?" An Chengde retracted his gaze, his eyes swallowed the qi of yin and yang, the perfect combination of light and darkness, refining the body, and the elements transcended into the soul;

Before An Chengde's words fell, the mad demon couldn't hold the body of the dead branches and willows.

"Cough!" A mouthful of turbid black blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, the disgusting stench made people feel disgusted, the cultivation of mad demons is not in the demonic qi, but in the flesh and blood, and it is the evil flesh and blood cultivation method, collecting the flesh and blood aura of others to nourish oneself, this is one of the most evil cultivation methods in the mountain and sea world at the moment.

However, the mad demon has no demonic energy because there is no inheritance.

Not only the mad demon, but even the current Ten Directions Demon, none of them have demonic energy in their bodies, at least An Chengde has not encountered it.

Xie Chen is a corpse demon, but the method he cultivates is corpse qi, and it does not involve the demon path.

An Chengde preliminarily judged that it must be a powerful existence that completely wiped out the Demon Dao from the mountain and sea world, and An Chengde, as a Heavenly Dao person, can now know only one information, that is, although the demonic qi has not manifested in the mountain and sea world, it does exist. He didn't dare to tell anyone about this news, including a few seniors who took care of him, originally he wanted to talk to Venerable Huanglong, and by the way, to test the tone of the Guardian Alliance, but now it's no fun.

There was an uproar outside the venue, countless people were cheering for An Chengde, and at the same time, there were also bold people who were shouting loudly that Zishu Rui'an was not a gentleman enough, and he actually used such a means to fight for victory!

There is a natural difference between inside and outside the field, An Chengde stands in the sky above the deep pit, and the vast void under his feet is a skill that few people can do under the seventh order, overriding the space.

The mad demon's wounds were scattered with starlight, and the holy aura in the luster was cleansing the flesh and blood of the mad demon's severed arm, and even the black blood stains on the arm bones were sublimated in the light. An Chengde stared at this scene for a long time, and was sure that it was the feeling of 100,000 years ago.

The feeling that came from 100,000 years ago was only for a moment.

The capture of that moment was not something that a monk like An Chengde could perceive, it was Yu Haoyang, a Dao cultivator outside the realm.

His perception of demonic qi is quite keen, and Yu Haoyang found a flaw in the penetration of demonic qi at that moment when others could not perceive it.

Where the demonic energy came from, An Chengde didn't know, even Yu Haoyang didn't know this.

It is very likely that the mad demon gave up on himself because of the nuisance of demonic energy, so he chose to attack An Chengde.

An Chengde, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly began to seal, his handprints overlapped continuously, and the power of the Holy Light Enchantment also converged in his palm, and finally ended with An Chengde drawing an ancient spell.

"Now I say a word, you answer a word, if you still want to live. "The spell floats in the void, and the pure power of the elements is gathered inside.

"I haven't seen you for 100,000 years, and you're a good mix. The madman clutched his sore spots, blood streaming from his mouth, but he still wanted to say this.

An Chengde paused the movement of his palm, thinking that sure enough!

"Which Demon Lord are you?" or ......" An Chengde said here, the venue was sealed by the Sect Leader, and the means of changing hands isolated the dynamics inside, and everyone, including the referee, couldn't see it.

The elders of the "Sect Leader...... Sect Leader" asked the Sect Leader what he thought, but there was no trace of the Sect Leader, and in silence, the Sect Leader had nothing to hide.

It is estimated that the current Gongsun Changxian is already in the field.

The outside world is destined to be noisy, this is an inevitable fact, but even at the risk of being suspicious of the world, An Chengde's conversation with the mad demon cannot be heard by ordinary monks, and the word demon just now is already a leak. In addition to Gongsun making a move, there were still a few figures on the stage, and they also made moves, the magic circle in Zishu Rui'an's hand flew waves, and Ling Cai'er also escaped into the blockade of the real person in charge of the sect in full view.

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