Hongqiao held the figure, and approached in an instant, it was an old man in black.

When the black-clothed old man got closer, his gaze was directly locked on Yan Mingkong.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Because Chen Luoyang pretended to be the "Demon Venerable" and gave a mission test, Yan Mingkong had killed the disciples of the Heishui Peerless Palace in the past.

Therefore, the masters of the Black Water Absolute Palace also chased and killed Yan Mingkong, and there were not a few fights between the two sides.

For Yan Mingkong, the intelligence network of the Black Water Absolute Palace has also basically investigated its bottom in detail, and knows a lot about what she has learned.

Yan Mingkong was born in the lineage of the Ancient God Sect, and later left the religion.

Under normal circumstances, the Blackwater Jedi would contact the Ancient God Cult and hunt her down with the Ancient God Sect.

However, before that, the red dust world was turbulent and shocking.

First, the black coffin appeared in Zhengyang City, the capital of the Western Qin Emperor, and the heroes gathered in the Western Qin War against the Heavenly Demons.

Later, the fall of Ling Cang, the palace master of the Black Water Absolute Palace, the reinstatement of the old palace master and the demon queen, and the handover of the Black Water Absolute Palace, which was another change.

And Yan Mingkong disappeared continuously, and her whereabouts were uncertain, so she temporarily put down her affairs with the Black Water Absolute Palace.

But for Yan Mingkong's netherworld sword technique of killing his own disciples, the people of the Black Water Absolute Palace undoubtedly have a deep memory.

This black-clothed old man was an elder in the palace, walking outside, and suddenly felt the ghostly sword intent, and immediately looked for it, and sure enough, he ran into Yan Mingkong.

He didn't say much, he just slapped his head and slapped it at Yan Mingkong.

The majestic power instantly made Yan Mingkong breathless.

This Martial Saint Realm's Black Water Absolute Palace Veteran, under the urging of a thought of divine skills, his shot was really as fast as lightning.

However, Yan Mingkong had already been wary of seeing the Hongqiao extending in the distance.

Now in the face of attack, take it in stride.

She held her fingers in her hands, as if she were holding an invisible sword.

The blade of the sword was raised, and the ice blue light flashed, as if opening a gate of the underworld in mid-air, and the sword intent of Sen's cold silence was criss-crossed in mid-air, breaking through the face with a point, and disintegrating the opponent's palm power.

The old man in black snorted coldly, and in a blink of an eye, his palm power was also concentrated on one point, strong against strong.

Under the pressure of his power, the invisible sword in Yan Ming's empty hand revealed its true face, which was a three-foot-long ice sword.

The hilt of the ice sword reflected a touch of red, as if blood flowed from Yan Mingkong's palm, penetrating into the ice sword.

The bloodline continues to stretch within the ice sword until the tip of the sword is a little bit.

Under the pressure of the opponents of the Sixteenth Realm, the ice sword in Yan Mingkong's hand trembled slightly, but her own hand was as stable as ever.

Between the flash of the cold sword qi and the ice blue brilliance, the sword momentum changed gracefully.

At the tip of the sword, there seemed to be a violent suction.

This suction force is not directed at the enemy's strength, but as if to suck it out of the body.

The sharp sword qi continued to move forward, causing the old man in black to feel a tingling pain in his palm.

But the sword intent is like a black hole, trying to suck the soul of the human spirit into it.

Between one entry and one harvest, a sense of contradiction is formed, which makes people's hearts bored.

As a martial saint, the old man in black is stronger than his opponent, but at this moment, under the unstable mind, ten percent of his strength cannot be exerted.

And the fierce sword intent in front of him had already made him feel cold all over his body.

After disappearing for a while, her swordsmanship has improved too much, is the Nether Sword Technique so terrifying?

The old man in black had a flash in his mind, and with his other hand, his two fingers stood together like a sword, and stabbed towards Yan Mingkong.

A sword intent was also born from him.

In the cold air, it seemed to be similar to Yan Mingkong's Netherworld Sword Technique.

But it was an old man in black, who was transformed by his own thoughts.

However, this sword intent is plausible, and it is essentially different from Yan Mingkong's swordsmanship, and for a while, there was the embarrassment of drawing a tiger and not becoming an anti-dog.

Yan Mingkong's sword momentum skyrocketed.

The Black Water Peerless Palace Elder was forced to retreat by her instead.

But the old man in black was not in a hurry or impatient, but sighed secretly in his heart.

After a first-hand trial, he was further convinced that his previous reaction was correct.

Their unique magic skills of the Black Water Peerless Palace, one thought of ten thousand laws, and one thought of ten thousand laws, really can't derive the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, the peerless knowledge of the world of the dead.

The old palace master and demon queen found the black coffin that was obviously related to the Huangquan Netherworld out of nowhere, perhaps in order to study the truth, break the barrier of life and death, and make her own magic skills to the next level.

The old man sighed in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all.

As soon as he was forced to retreat by Yan Mingkong, he immediately attacked again.

One thought is still swordsmanship.

But this time, it's the swordsmanship inherited by the Blood River.

For a while, I saw a surging blood wave, pressing towards Yan Mingkong like a mountain and a sea.

Yan Mingkong's sword light was everywhere, and the sea of blood froze, turning into blood-red and transparent peaks.

But after all, the opponent has the advantage of the realm, standing on the ground to become holy, lighting the holy fire to refine himself, his cultivation is pure, thick and long, and the vast sea of blood seems to be endless, constantly rushing towards Yan Mingkong.

The sword of the blood river is vicious and vicious, and a drop of blood is an indestructible sword light.

Hundreds of millions of blood and water gathered together, for opponents who had not cultivated to martial saints, it was tantamount to a catastrophe of annihilation, devastating and decaying.

Yan Mingkong Netherworld Divine Blade has become more and more refined these days, and the soldiers have come to block the water and cover the earth, although they are surrounded by blood and water, they are still calm and composed.

"This is my rival, it has nothing to do with you, the cloud lake is in front of you, and you yourself are in the past. Her tone was calm and calm, and she said to the cold silence on the side.

The cold gaze lingered between Yan Mingkong and the Cloud Lake.

And the elder of the Black Water Absolute Palace was actually also paying attention to the direction of Cloud Lake.

He vaguely felt that there was a presence there that could not be ignored, but he didn't know whether it was friend or foe.

Finally, there was a chance to catch Yan Mingkong, and the old man in black finally decided to take a risk.

However, he always distracted some of his mind and paid attention to the other side of the cloud lake.

Yan Mingkong's words did not make him relax his vigilance against the Bankaidao people, and he was still on guard at all times.

Chen Luoyang's incarnation of the Bankaidao people observed from a distance, and did not mean to do anything.

Watching Yan Mingkong fight with others was not only conducive to him mastering the progress of the other party's cultivation, but also helpful for him to comprehend the Netherworld Sword Technique.

This old man in black has good strength, and he can put enough pressure on Yan Mingkong.

The half-sea people didn't show up, and Yan Mingkong didn't care.

Faced with the surging river of blood in front of her, she responded calmly.

However, with the passage of time, the old man in black became more and more proficient in the sword technique of transforming the blood river with a single thought, and his power became stronger and stronger.

Later, Yan Mingkong gradually couldn't fight hard with it, and he needed to work step by step and retreat.

The old man in black was unforgiving, and the blood-red sword light became more and more ferocious.

In the end, the sea of blood in the sky merged into one, and the river of blood rolled upside down and fell towards Yan Mingkong.

But Yan Mingkong did not retreat but advanced, rushing towards the sword light of the old man in black.

The old man in black secretly screamed in his heart, and he saw that Yan Ming suddenly had an extra stone tablet in his empty hand, with two simple and mysterious characters written on it.

"Unraveling the sword".

The stele looked ordinary, without the slightest breath of power or the artistic conception of mystical power.

But facing the sword tablet, the sword of the blood river of the old man in black suddenly trembled.

Although the sword light like a river of blood did not directly disintegrate, the sword blade immediately lost its previous power, as if it was about to be suppressed by the stone tablet.

And the sword in Yan Mingkong's palm burst out with amazing power at this moment.

A fierce sword momentum that led to the darkness seemed to manifest the Huangquan Hell to suppress the heavens and the earth, instantly freezing all the blood light into ice, and even counterattacking the old man in black.

The old man in black was accustomed to all kinds of strange treasures and wonderful methods in the red dust, although he was not shocked, his mind only moved, and he dispersed the sword intent of the blood river.

Under the change of rainbow light, it turned into a dark gold color.

The domineering and condensed dark golden brilliance quickly builds a mighty and domineering god and demon appearance.

The half-sea people incarnated by Chen Luoyang couldn't help but smile secretly when they saw this scene from afar.

The gods and demons of the Ancient God Sect are immortal, and they are indeed famous throughout the red dust.

The previous Black Water Absolute Palace Master Ling Cang faced the attack of Bei Donglai, and when he considered his own defense, his first reaction was to turn into a god and demon immortal.

Now this Black Water Absolute Palace Elder obviously has a consensus with his former palace master.

And the cold and piercing brilliance in Yan Mingkong's eyes suddenly became even more dazzling.

Her whole person, at this moment, suddenly became transparent, like an ice sculpture.

And its speed suddenly increased, like a phantom.

Although Chen Luoyang, a doppelganger of the Half Sea Dao, had to put a lot of effort into suppressing the qi of the three black dragons, it was the foundation of the Martial Saint Realm.

But when he looked at it from a distance at the moment, he couldn't see Yan Mingkong's movements clearly.

Facing Yan Mingkong's edge, the old man in black, who was almost close at hand, felt that as soon as he saw a flower in front of him, the shadow of death seemed to envelop his whole body.

The dark golden light on his body was still flashing, and he was about to build into a god and demon appearance, but just before it could be completed, Yan Mingkong's invisible divine blade had already been handed to his chest!

One thought gives birth to ten thousand laws, and one thought transforms ten thousand laws.

The Sword of the Blood River and the immortal transformation of gods and demons, only in the thought of the old man in black, the attack and defense are extreme, which is breathtaking.

But for Yan Mingkong's sword, this thought has been too long now!

The old man in black lost the opportunity with one move, and was instantly seized by Yan Mingkong and hit his chest with a sword.

Without the indestructible defense of gods and demons, in the face of the sharp killing of the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, even the cultivation of the old man in black is higher than Yan Mingkong, and it is extremely dangerous.

The old man in black was helpless, and while gathering his own rainbow light as soon as possible to resist Yan Mingkong's sword blade, he swung out a palm and hit Yan Mingkong fiercely, intending to attack the enemy and save him, forcing Yan Mingkong to return to his sword to protect himself.

Unexpectedly, Yan Mingkong seemed to have no regard for his own safety, and he had a posture of ending up together, wanting to fight to the end with the old man in black.

The old man in black was furious and simply increased his attack.

Although the opportunity was lost, the gap between repair and repair was there after all.

He can still afford to eat Yan Mingkong's sword, and this palm will completely slap the woman in white in front of him.

The sword light flashed, piercing through the body of the old man in black, but there was no bloodshed.

At the wound of the old man, I saw ice crystals flickering with cold light, full of the meaning of silence and withering, and they continued to spread, eroding the body around the wound.

And at the same time as the sword light penetrated his body, this Black Water Peerless Palace Elder also slapped Yan Mingkong's forehead with a palm!

"Click. ”

It seemed like ice shattering, like the reflection of the moonlight in the water being shattered, or a phantom shattering.

The old man in black's pupils contracted suddenly.

What about Yan Mingkong?

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