The main peak of Mangdang Mountain is high and dangerous, straight into the sky, and a white robe goes up along the steep cliff, like a phantom, but it has reached the top with a snap of his fingers.

The mountains are high and thousands of clouds gather, the peaks are dangerous and the goshawks are singing alone.

Li Chunqiu stood at the edge of the dangerous peak, the Taoist rhyme in his eyes flowed, and the Taoist text engraved on the mountain peak manifested with it, and thousands of patterns gathered in one place.

This formation is not connected with the terrain, but is hidden in the dense fog and connected in all directions, Li Chunqiu's figure is illusory for a while, and he goes along the formation pattern, and thousands of formation patterns pass through his figure, as if parallel to the two worlds do not intersect.

Li Chunqiu's path was very purposeful, because in this life, there was no secret to him, but he was still cautious.

Along the weeds growing on the mountain peaks, the wild grass in front of Li Chunqiu's eyes became more and more scarce, and all the vitality was gone.

A fierce sword, the sword body spreads with strange bright red lines, like human blood flowing, murderous and aggressive aura hidden in it, and the formation patterns are like chains locked on the hilt and sword body, firmly locking the fierce sword.

The chains were tightened, as if they were restraining a giant beast that was about to get out of trouble.

This is a completely fierce sword, and it is also one of the reasons why the old man who "I don't care if he floods after I die" was able to kill the twelve immortal venerables of the Xianmen, but he himself was choked by this sword, and almost half of his life was gone.

"A good sword, but it's a little fierce. ”

Li Chunqiu stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, and the Dao pattern that bound the bloody long sword cracked inch by inch, like a torn silk thread, and the fierce aura burst out, sweeping in all directions, the wild grass withered, and the sand and stones were flying.

Black rays bloomed from the highest peaks, and the cold wind and mist of the twilight snow mountains were swept away.

.........

On the top of the main peak of Mangdang Mountain, an old man with white hair like snow, wrapped in black clothes, wrapped in black gas, wrapped around his body, like maggots on tarsal bones, wrapped in his meridians, black silk threads even wrapped around his dantian Jindan, which should be dazzling, was also covered with several layers of dim brilliance.

Jin Dan jumped in the dantian, as if he wanted to disperse the black qi in it, but unfortunately to no avail.

The old man sighed and opened his eyes, his voice had the charm of lamenting the world with fairy wind and bones.

"It seems that it is really fate, all who get it will become its nourishment, no one is its sword master, all are sword slaves, slaves who serve blood sacrifices, and I ...... It is no exception, this fierce sword, it is better to find a place to bury it underground. ”

Gu Hongzi's thought was this, he couldn't help but shake his head, Gu Hongzi, Gu Hongzi, you destroyed the fairy gate, forced all the ways to hide, when you are the biggest devil in this world, when the sun is waning, how to be this kind of woman's kindness, in this life, the people who died because of you, how many millions, mercy, when should you think about it.

"Sure enough, it is a person who is about to die, and his words are also good, cultivating immortals and cultivating the Tao, and cultivating to the end, he is still a mortal. ”

"Bury it, bury it, there will be fewer incidents, and I hope there will be no more people like the old man. ”

The old man picked up a sandalwood cane from the stone platform and stood up tremblingly, but his back was still straight.

It has always been the rule of his vein to do what he says, since he decided to find a barren mountain and a wild mountain to bury "Feisheng", then as soon as possible, since he used that sword to kill the twelve immortal venerables of the immortal gate, this sword has become more and more difficult to control, it is better to do it as soon as possible.

But just when Gu Hongzi just lifted the sandalwood cane, a terrifying killing machine burst out from afar.

This kind of killing machine, he is too familiar with.

"Who?"

The old man, who was still on the verge of death just now, turned into a phantom in an instant, but it appeared on Li Chunqiu's side for a moment.

Li Chunqiu's hand was held on the hilt of the long sword covered with blood marks, and the long sword confronted his Dao method, and the black qi twisted in the void, dispersed into a trace of distorted force field that floated up Li Chunqiu's clothes.

At the moment when Gu Hongzi appeared, a sandalwood-colored light rushed straight towards Li Chunqiu, and the next moment, the black qi accumulated in Mangdang Mountain frantically came towards the main peak of Mangdang Mountain.

The waves of the Yin River roared, and the entire river surface swelled, and the next moment a black shadow descended from under the river surface and soared into the sky.

Above the vast sea of clouds, Li Chunqiu restrained the fierce sword named "Feisheng" with the power of pardon with one hand, and blocked the black light with the other.

The qi machine was blowing, the killing machine was wanton, the smoke and dust had not yet fallen, and the endless dead air and angry qi were surging towards Li Chunqiu again.

Under the Yin River, the corpse trained by Gu Hongzi and Gu Hongzi took the opportunity to rush in front of Li Chunqiu.

Li Chunqiu frowned, this sword is really a bit extraordinary, the pardon in his hand was tightened by three points again, Li Chunqiu held the sword in the void, and responded to the enemy with one hand.

The corpse was surrounded by black qi, and countless curses and harsh qi swirled on it, and under the traction of Gu Hongzi, the corpse was defenseless with copper skin and iron bones, and came directly with a fist.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the air in the space seemed to be drained, and in the midst of a huge sonic boom, a huge fist was magnified in front of Li Chunqiu's eyes.

Li Chunqiu also swung his fist right, the two fists intersected, and the air exploded instantly, and the huge power roared in all directions in the form of sound waves.

The corpse was directly flew out by Li Chunqiu, like a black streamer heading into the distance.

"Boom!"

And Li Chunqiu was directly smashed into the ground, the rubble exploded, and the dust burst up.

Without waiting for Li Chunqiu to react, Gu Hongzi's sandalwood cane wrapped around Mangdang Mountain and smashed down.

"Boom!"

The entire Mangdang Mountain seemed to shake, and countless boulders fell from the top of the mountain, splashing countless huge waves in the Yin River.

In the Yin River, the lonely soul and ghost roared and groaned.

And above the long sky, Gu Hongzi and the corpse almost turned into two streamers, constantly falling alternately, wanting to take advantage of the gap between Li Chunqiu's suppression of the "non-living" sword and hit it hard.

Although Gu Hongzi is not as good as in the past, he is after all the number one demon in this heaven and earth, the immortal murderer who suppressed the immortal path of the world, plus the terrifying corpse that was fed by the flesh and blood of the twelve immortal venerables of the immortal sect and cultivated by the art of raising Gu, for a while, Li Chunqiu was crushed and unable to fight back.

On Mangdang Mountain, the gas engine burst violently, and the sound of explosion was endless, as if the heavens were constantly hitting the mountain peaks with their big hands.

"Boom!"

The main peak of Mangdang Mountain overturned in an instant, three streamers flowed among the peaks, Li Chunqiu pressed on the hilt of the sword, and his mind became an amnesty out of thin air, and the word by word was printed on the hilt of the sword, and the murderous aura of "non-life" was stirring, and he was unwilling to resist.

From time to time, there are mountain peaks overturned, and the falling rocks almost fill in the Yin River, and ten thousand ghosts roar, like a mournful roar.

Gu Hongzi seemed to find that Li Chunqiu couldn't help it, he stretched out his hand to seal in the void, and got out, leaving only the corpse more and more fearless of death, and a punch was like shaking the mountain and breaking the moon.

After losing the suppression of Gu Hongzi, Li Chunqiu dealt with the pressure of the corpse plummeted, he looked up at the Gu Hongzi, he knew that Gu Hongzi was going to use something at the bottom of the box, but he didn't stop it, he wanted to see the real hole cards of this big devil.

After Gu Hongzi left the battlefield, his palm slapped lightly on the sandalwood cane, and the cane was instantly shattered inch by inch, revealing a fairy sword.

Gu Hongzi looked at the fairy sword, his expression was a little indescribable, who knew that he was the number one demon in the world, and he was also one of the three thousand sword immortals in this world.

Hanging sword to slash demons, swinging demons thousands of miles away, is his best method.

Gu Hongzi pointed a little above the fairy sword, and the fairy sword instantly rushed to the sky, hanging the sword in the air, and in the sandalwood cane, it seemed to have accumulated thousands of momentum.

"Unsheathed, slashed!"

Gu Hongzi turned his finger and waved it down suddenly.

The fairy sword in the middle of the air burst out of its sheath, turned in mid-air, and swept out with the momentum of a thousand blades, like a great river.

Something seemed to be broken in the void.

The white hair is like snow, and the childlike face is not old, but it really looks like an immortal.

Li Chunqiu slammed into the corpse with a punch, and looked up at the sky, there was already some blood on his left hand.