Chen Luoyang incarnated as a half-sea man, looking at the battlefield.

When Yan Mingkong suddenly accelerated, the people of Bankaidao couldn't see his movements clearly for a while.

Chen Luoyang immediately made a decision, no longer suppressing the three black dragons, but instead urging the black dragon qi to rush to the eyes of the half-sea people.

In the pupils of the two eyes of this sloppy Taoist, a dragon shadow appeared at the same time.

At this moment, the two sides seem to be fighting together.

As a result, the old man in black slapped it with one palm, and it seemed that he only smashed a nether phantom, but he himself was pierced through his body by Yan Mingkong's sword blade.

From the perspective of the half-sea people, she saw that after an ice blue sword light passed through the body of the old man in black, Yan Mingkong's figure also appeared behind her opponent.

This is the method of body, the method of escape...... Chen Luoyang knew it in his heart at this time.

Yan Mingkong's figure suddenly accelerated, not only catching the old man in black off guard, but also helping her avoid the opponent's final counterattack.

The old man in black is really extraordinary in his cultivation strength, his vitality is strong, and he still has to be immortal.

But the wound on his chest, the ice crystals continued to spread around, further eroding the rest of his body.

Even if no opponent continues to attack, if the injury is not treated in time, he will soon die of his injuries.

One move miscalculated, all the games were lost, and the old man in black, who had suffered heavy losses, could no longer compete with Yan Mingkong, so he hurriedly gritted his teeth and persevered, turned into a rainbow light, and fled into the distance.

This place is already close to the Black Water Absolute Palace's sphere of influence, and other palace masters will soon arrive.

Previously, the old man in black wanted to earn face and take down Yan Mingkong before the same door came.

Now he is only glad that Tongmen is nearby, and hopes that Tongmen can come to rescue him as soon as possible.

Yan Mingkong's body had returned to its original state at this moment, and only the pupils of his two eyes were ice blue.

She glanced at Leng Lonely, didn't speak, and chased after the old man in black.

Leng Silent smiled slightly bitterly.

Although he was still a little wary of Yan Mingkong, he was somewhat grateful to the other party for helping him escape from the Yongyue Mountain Range all the way.

Seeing that Yan Mingkong was met with a strong enemy, Leng Silent finally stayed to suppress her formation.

As a result, it seems to have broken through some of the other party's hidden methods, which is really embarrassing.

Leng Silent recalled the battle situation just now, and he didn't see some scenes clearly, but he had a full view of the general process.

Now that he thinks about it, Yan Mingkong has a plan to deal with such a martial saint of the Black Water Absolute Palace.

From the unraveling of the sword tablet to the sudden acceleration of the opponent's surprise later, the whole process was completed in one go, and it all revolved around the small loopholes between the changes in the opponent's spiritual skills.

This loophole was seized by her, and she immediately expanded it to the point of no return.

The result was the miracle of the fifteenth realm counterattacking the sixteenth realm.

But I don't know, if this old man in black doesn't use the Blood River Sword Technique, or if he doesn't use the Sword Technique, the Sword Tablet can't play a role, is there any other way for this woman in white to do it?

While thinking coldly, a thought also jumped into my mind.

What would he do if this Yan Mingkong was going to deal with people because he was cold?

Can her own Dragon Emperor Tianfeng fight against her Netherworld Sword Technique?

Leng Silent thought as he chased after Yan Mingkong and the others.

As a result, the two in front of them suddenly stopped.

A sloppy Taoist stood in front of the old man in black, and then stretched out his finger and pointed at the old man in black.

It is Chen Luoyang who incarnated as a half-sea person.

Although this clone had to suppress the three black dragon qi in his body again, the situation of the black-clothed old man in front of him was even worse.

The old man in black had been on guard against the sudden attack of the half-sea people before, but at this moment, he was seriously injured, but he was already powerless.

When he fled, he still remembered deliberately turning his back in the direction of Cloud Lake.

But the other party was determined to kill him, so he took the initiative to leave Yunhu Lake, came all the way, and blocked him with Yan Mingkong one after the other.

The half-kaido man pointed out.

The old man in black wanted to resist, but when he was seriously injured, he could only helplessly look at the other party's finger and point it on his eyebrows.

The Black Water Absolute Palace Elder stared at him unwillingly, and fell backwards with his back in his back with his back in his back, dying.

Until he died, he didn't even remember what kind of evil star this sloppy Taoist was.

The last thought in the old man's consciousness was that this finger, like a swordsmanship, felt so familiar.

How does it seem to be Netherworld Swordsmanship............

Yan Mingkong stopped abruptly and quietly watched the movements of the half-sea people.

The half-sea people smiled slightly: "The poor road is half-sea, and I am waiting for the female layman here." ”

"Dao Leader is a half-sea Daoist?" Yan Mingkong's tone was calm, but the ice blue light in his eyes flashed, making people feel cold in their hearts.

"There are idle clouds and wild cranes in the mountains, and no one will pretend to be a poor road. Chen Luoyang's incarnation of the half-sea Taoist said: "Before the expiration of January, the female layman brought General Leng here, and the speed was so fast, the poor Dao admired. ”

He pointed out some details, and Yan Mingkong naturally knew that he was not impersonating.

The woman in white nodded, and then turned to Leng Shi, who followed behind, and said, "This is the head of the half-sea road, and my task is to bring you here to meet him, and what the two of you talk about after that has nothing to do with me." ”

Without waiting for Leng Shi to answer, he heard her continue: "But before that, let me talk to the chief of the half-sea province. ”

Yan Mingkong looked at the half-sea Daoist: "The Dao Leader is just waiting here, thinking that he has been ordered by that senior to not interfere in my affairs, so he just made a move, but what does it mean?"

Chen Luoyang's incarnated half-sea Daoist smiled: "As the female layman said, Poor Dao will discuss with General Leng about his own affairs later, and I will thank that senior for taking care of me."

And Fang just made a move, because he had a private matter, and he wanted to talk to you about a few words. ”

Yan Mingkong stared firmly at the sloppy Taoist in front of him.

And Leng Silent let out a long breath: "I'm waiting for the Dao Chief on the other side of Cloud Lake." ”

After saying that, he immediately avoided leaving and went straight to Yunhu Lake, leaving behind the two people of Bankaidao and Yan Mingkong.

After Leng Silence left, Yan Mingkong said lightly: "You and I are not the same kind of people. ”

"This is natural, you are all manufacturable materials that the Supreme values and cultivates, and the Poor Dao is just for the Supreme to send and run errands for the Supreme. The Bankaidao man said: "The supreme magnanimity, mercy on the poor Dao, and a chance to reward the poor Dao, is to wait for the two of you here." ”

He looked at Yan Mingkong and smiled slightly: "This is also an opportunity for you, but it is also a test." ”

Yan Mingkong looked at each other quietly.

The half-sea Taoist continued: "The collection of three types of dark swords, which is completely different from only two styles, whether it is a human sword or a sword master, it depends on yourself, after all, you have not yet cultivated a martial saint." ”

Yan Mingkong looked at the sloppy Taoist in front of him with the posture of a martial saint, and the ice blue light flashed in his eyes.

She was right.

The sloppy Daoist's finger seems to be fingering, but it is actually a swordsmanship, and it is transformed into a netherworld swordsmanship.

And, it was the third type of sword she was missing.

Although it was only a faint wisp of sword intent, it was difficult to judge the cultivation attainments of this sloppy Daoist in the Netherworld Sword Technique, but it was indeed a style of Netherworld Sword.

"Good. Yan Mingkong said calmly: "I will exchange the two types of Dark Sword for your third style." ”

The other party claimed that it was his own chance, and it was clear that he wanted to exchange one for two.

The public is unfair, and it doesn't matter for now, the point is that the other party also wants to gather the three types of dark swords, so one for one will definitely not be changed.

Yan Mingkong can see this clearly.

But she didn't refuse.

Chen Luoyang incarnated as a half-sea person, looking at the woman in white in front of him, he could feel the firm will and confidence from the other party.

Not to mention that there may not be a conflict between the two.

Even if I am really an enemy in the future, a fellow practitioner of the three-style Immortal Sword, I will definitely be above you, even if you are a Martial Saint higher than me at the moment.

So it doesn't make a difference whether one for two or two for one.

For Yan Mingkong, improving his cultivation strength is the most important thing at present.

After coming to the Red Dust Realm, most of the time he was besieged and pursued by powerful people from all walks of life, and if he came to any other person, he would have a sense of urgency.

What's more, Yan Mingkong is still at odds with the bitter sea.

After coming to the Red Dust Realm, she naturally already knew that the Bitter Sea was a descendant of the Demon Buddha, and there were many strong people.

The abbot of the Boundless Temple, Fakong, is one of the top ten powerhouses of the Red Dust Demon Dao.

The Demon Monk of the Heart is ranked eighth among the top ten martial saints in Hongchen.

The round mad demon monk is ranked among the top ten heroes of Hongchen.

Not to mention them, there are also many martial saint-level powerhouses such as Sheming Demon Monk in the Sea of Bitterness.

Yan Mingkong saw all this.

Of course, in addition to the bitter sea vein, there is another person who also makes Yan Mingkong care.

The other party also came to the Red Dust Realm from the vast land of Shenzhou, and set off a bigger storm, almost shaking the entire Red Dust.

An opponent she has never officially won.

The other party's cultivation is also improving by leaps and bounds, always ahead of her.

Yan Mingkong didn't feel discouraged, he just kept spurring himself.

In this regard, Chen Luoyang has already seen the clues.

Especially the move she had just made to defeat the Elder of the Black Water Absolute Palace.

Chen Luoyang had already seen the progress of the other party's nether swordsmanship, and he had gradually pondered the strange trick now.

Just as he was sorting out what he had learned and integrating it, Yan Mingkong was also the same.

When she was in the vast land of Shenzhou, she fused all kinds of peerless knowledge into a powerful defense, surpassing the immortal body of the Heavenly Demon.

And now because of the situation of being often besieged and hunted down in the red dust, she has another way of thinking, and under the program of Netherworld Swordsmanship, she has transformed into a strange body technique, which is so fast that it completely exceeds the level of the Martial Emperor, so that many Martial Saints can hardly react.

However, it can be seen that this mastery is not yet mature, and Yan Mingkong can't use it much, and he is still constantly figuring out and studying.

Chen Luoyang turned his mind with thoughts, and the doppelganger Banhai Daoist spoke: "The female layman is quick to talk, the poor Dao admires, the supreme is superior, give the poor Dao this opportunity, the poor Dao is not good and insatiable, and he exchanges the two styles of the layman with a dark sword, so the poor Dao adds another message and gives it to the layman." ”

"What's the news?" Yan Mingkong asked.

"Twelve types of netherworld sword intent, the blood river has obtained the third, and one of the styles of the sword is from a Tianhe branch descendant, called Xie Xingmang. "The people of Hankaido are talking eloquently.