85_85898Sikong He took out the sword, this was the first time he took out the sword, the two fights just now, he only came out of the sword after the mad devil took out the sword, and this time, it was his turn to take out the sword.

The first time he played the sword, it was not to show that he was confident enough, nor to prove that he was able to stab the mad devil to death with a single sword.

It will only show more that Sikong He has the determination to die.

"Mr. Jade Pot, Wang Yu will be handed over to you, I bother you to cast a spell to send him out!" Sikong He turned his head, looked at Wang Yu with hope, and looked up at the stone statue on his head before stepping out and pointing to the sky.

The first time he took out the sword, then this sword must be combined with his most powerful killing intent, and with the killing intent as the sword intent, he can break through all enemies!

"Break the sky with a sword!"

Sikong He roared, the purple long sword in his hand, towards the mad devil, slashed towards the mad devil, and suddenly a sword intent rushed out from the inside, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, the sword aura was fierce, with the power that could break the world, cut through the sky, and slashed towards the mad devil.

The mad devil stood there with a cruel smile, the knife in his hand did not move, and his body did not move, he kept standing there and smiling, it seemed that he didn't need to worry about this sword intent at all, in his eyes, this sword intent was like a child's bamboo stick, just beautiful, and not hurting!

The Mad Demon Man is a madman as his name suggests, but he is not so much a madman as he is arrogant, arrogant enough to ignore the sword intent of others.

"Purple Flame Sword! Who can break my knife but that person,"

The sword in his hand fell, and when the sword intent came, the mad devil did not move, but only slightly lifted the knife in his hand, and slashed towards the coming sword intent, a very understatement, it seemed to be weak, but the sword intent that was split was very powerful.

"The first knife! Break your first sword! ”

The sword intent carries the arrogance of the mad devil, and it is very light to understate the sword intent of the Ziyan sword, touching slightly, just a buzz, and the sword intent collapses at the touch under the impact of the sword intent, and it can't enter the range of the mad devil at all.

Impacting the sword intent, although its power has been weakened a little, its killing intent is still very strong, so strong that Sikong He can only dodge this sword, and he doesn't dare to resist at all.

Sikong River's surface is like frost, the cultivation and killing path of the mad demon son have reached the perfect realm, and it is not something he can resist at all, if it weren't for the fact that thousands of years ago, the ancestor against the Dao once broke his killing path with a sword, so that it could not really achieve perfection, and there were flaws, otherwise in today's battle, there is no residual strength for confrontation at all, and even whether he can make a sword is still a problem.

But no matter how powerful the mad devil is, for the future of the sect and the realization of the prophecy of the ancestor, Sikong He has no choice but to fight!

His body moved slightly, with sword intent, and flew out directly, intending to fight the price of death, but also to try if he could stab the mad demon with a sword.

Even if it was just a stabbing sword, he felt that even death was worth it.

This time Sikong He came out of the sword, not the sword intent, but the swordsmanship, as the personal disciple of the ancestor of the reverse way, the magic and swordsmanship inherited from the master, at this moment, let Sikong He, perfect and truly reflected.

If you can't fight the sword intent, then you can only fight the sword technique, see whose swordsmanship is superb and wonderful, and see if you can stab him with a sword.

Less than a hundred zhang away from the mad devil, Sikong He's body was launched, the sword moves were exquisite, and the steps under his feet seemed to give birth to lotus flowers, with purple lotus, from his feet, all the way to the side of the mad devil.

The mad devil smiled coldly, no matter whether the person in front of him was desperately competing with him for sword intent, or desperately competing with him for swordsmanship, he was in no mood to play, he wanted to completely solve the junior in front of him, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

When the mad devil became famous, Sikong He was just a personal disciple under the throne of the Ancestor of the Reverse Dao, and his name was unknown, how could he compare with himself who was extremely famous at that time.

Whether it was before, now, or in the future, he is not as good as himself.

The mad devil looked down on Sikong He a little, this guy who was still a junior in front of him, even dared to use a sword against himself, he just wanted to die.

The mad devil didn't have the heart to play anymore, so the knife he came out looked much more domineering than just now.

"Compare swordsmanship with me, you're looking for death!"

The knife intent was full of killing intent, showing no mercy at all, and he didn't intend to let people live, this knife directly faced the heavenly spirit cover of Sikong River, and slashed down.

The sword intent is not near, the aftermath has arrived, Sikong He's face is solemn, the swordsmanship moves under his feet are vividly exerted, light as the wind, and the potential of people to explode at the moment of life and death is often unexpected.

In order to stab the sword, Sikong He dodged several times in a row, and several lotus flowers were born under his feet, with his mastery of swordsmanship and the subtlety of footwork, he dodged the knife of the mad devil, and he was only a few dozen zhang away from the mad devil at this time!

The mad devil smiled coldly, and simply didn't pick up the knife to cut it, but stood there, waiting for Sikong He's arrival, just quietly waiting for Sikong He's arrival, and didn't make any move.

Such complete disregard and extreme arrogance, I'm afraid only the mad devil dares to do this!

In the face of the mad devil's ignorance and arrogance, Sikong He did not get angry, completely ignoring the rudeness of others to him, but concentrated on mastering the swordsmanship, controlling the pace, and stabbing out with a sword when he was close to the mad devil.

The collision between the Dingdi sword and the knife resounded in the ears of the two people, and the mad devil's knife, just a casual mention, had already hit Sikong He's sword, making his sword tremble for a while, buzzing constantly, and even people flew upside down dozens of zhang.

Sikong He rolled upside down, hurriedly ran his cultivation, stopped his body, and when his body was not completely stopped, he rushed up again, and also stabbed out at the mad devil with a sword.

There was a sneer on the corner of the mad devil's mouth, the same move, he actually used it with the enemy a second time, don't you understand that swordsmanship is unpredictable, he is also standing still, but the knife on the right has begun to make a buzzing sound, it seems that he is ready to use this knife to completely kill Sikong He.

It seems to be the same sword as just now, but before I know it, the steps under the sword technique have changed, becoming a few points faster than just now, and it is a little weirder.

The mad devil only paid attention to Sikong He's sword, but didn't pay attention to the pace of his feet, when a sword stabbed and a knife was struck, he suddenly found that Sikong He's sword was actually deviating from the direction of his knife, the sword that deviated from the trajectory, and with Sikong He's determination, a sword stabbed into the body of the mad devil, just a stone's throw away, it can also be said that there is only a finger away.

The mad devil's face changed, and became a little stiff, this was the first time in hundreds of years that his expression changed, but he didn't change because of fear or shock, he just felt that it was a little unnatural to be put on the table.

Although his face is stiff, it doesn't mean that his hands will be stiff, nor does it mean that his killing knife will also be stiff!

When the sword was only a finger away from the body, it could be clearly seen that the sword intent on the tip of the sword had pierced the mad devil's robe, and gradually deepened along the broken clothing hole, as for piercing the flesh and blood, it was only time.

However, the mad devil would not give this sword time to pierce in.

Just when Sikong He felt that he could stab the mad devil's sword, the mad devil's knife had already been retracted, and it was struck again at the speed of thunder and flash.

This time, the mad devil didn't fight the sword, but the people of Sikong River!

The knife was like lightning, fast out of the wind, and when the sword intent pierced the robe, his knife had already been struck, and it really hit Sikong He's body, sending it hundreds of feet away, like a stone that was thrown, drawing an arc in the air, and then slammed into the ground, splashing dust.

However, because of the purple rain in the sky, and because of the pit of various magic weapons and fights, it was full of purple rain, and when Sikong River was knocked down, it happened to fall into a pit of soil, like a falling meteor, and all the water in the pit was blown out, and even the pit became much deeper.

Sikong He, who was holding the Ziyan Sword with difficulty, and climbed out of the mud pit, his face was pale, and his body was trembling and couldn't support it, even if he wanted to stand up, he had to rely on the sword body to support it.

The old man spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and coughed a few times heavily, before coughing up the bloody sputum blocked in his throat, and with an inadvertent stumble, he fell directly to the ground, his face was like death, and his eyes were full of turbid death, like a candle in the wind and rain, which could be extinguished in an instant.

The mad devil smiled coldly, Sikong He was already like a waste under his knife, so he didn't have to worry about it, the most important thing now was to arrest Wang Yu back, suck his essence blood, help his own killing path, and enter the perfect realm as soon as possible.

Wang Yu, who was sitting under the stone statue, didn't know anything about what was happening outside, and with the hope that Mo Qian's injuries gave him, he chose to believe it with deep conviction, but he didn't know that these words were really full of loopholes, and he couldn't see the true purpose of Lao Zu and others.

His mind was like a boulder sinking to the bottom of the sea, and he did not know or hear the wind and waves on the sea, nor did he perceive the screams of the seagulls desperately trying to escape in the storm.

It was as if he was dead, without any breath, and even the monk's most bizarre, that is, the most earth-shattering divine consciousness, did not exude the slightest, which was no different from a person completely dead.

Silently reciting the mantra given by Mo Qianxian, Wang Yu didn't know what the mantra was, he only knew that he didn't know anything about the outside, although it was a little weird, but he still chose to believe it.

Mo Qianshu sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands in front of him, pinching his handprints at an extremely fast speed, as if he was performing some kind of spell.

Mysterious and weird handprints, when he pinched it out, there were one after another imprint runes, born from his hand, fell into the formation where Wang Yu was, a steady stream of rune imprints, just like a fairy scattering flowers, gently fell on the formation, so that the formation composed of spirit stones was shining.

It was as dazzling as the sun in the daytime, and as dazzling as the stars in the night sky, the formation made a clicking sound, and it was inexplicably running.

Wang Yu, who was sitting inside, naturally rotated with his body, but at this moment, he didn't know this.

The Pisces and Jiaolong patterns engraved under him emitted a strange light in a moment after the formation was running, as if it was alive.

"Open!"

Mo Qiansheng sighed, and a strong and heavy buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and the Pisces and Jiaolong patterns where Wang Yu was located were also in operation, and they began to operate together with the formation built by the spirit stone.

The direction in which the two run is actually opposite, and the magnitude of the speed is also obviously different.

Although the latter operation of Pisces and Jiaolong is the latter, once the speed of operation is as fast as thunder, and the operation speed of only two back and forth is more than the operation speed of the formation built by the spirit stone - the teleportation array.

"I still want to run!" When the Pisces and Jiaolong patterns on Mo Qian's side were running, the mad devil flew in an instant with a monstrous anger, and the speed could be said to be indescribable.

Seeing the abnormal changes that occurred in Wang Yu here, he was naturally anxious, so after seriously injuring Sikong He, he felt that there was no threat or obstacle, so he hurried over.

The knife fell, and the direction in which it was cut was exactly where Wang Yu was, but the direction in which the knife fell did not fall on Wang Yu's body, but on the bottom of Mo Qian's injuries and teleportation array.

It seems that the mad devil doesn't want to kill Wang Yu with a knife, but wants to kill Mo Qian's injuries and cut off the teleportation array with a knife, he does this, naturally he has to worry about Wang Yu's life, if he really slashes at Wang Yu, when the time comes, the body will be shattered and blood will flow, how can he absorb the essence blood.

His purpose was obvious, it was to absorb Wang Yu's essence blood and help him reach the perfect realm of Killing Dao.

Hearing that the legendary dragon soul can make people demonic, and the demonic nature is still very strong, he once thought about whether to kill Wang Yu, and then seize the dragon soul, and then refine the dragon soul to help him cultivate*.

However, the dragon soul and Wang Yu were already connected to the body, and it was impossible to separate them at all, so after thinking about it again and again, he finally decided to capture Wang Yu, suck his essence and blood, take away his demonic nature, and complete the perfect realm of the killing path.

Seeing that the killing path is about to be completed, and the delicious and delicious and tempting essence blood is like an elixir that can become an immortal, placed in front of his eyes, the eyes of the mad devil are rich and greedy.

When he thought that no one could stop him, and he was about to get Wang Yu, he relaxed his vigilance, and his mind was completely on Wang Yu, just like a wild wolf hunting, his mind was on the prey, and he would also notice that the natural enemy was peeping behind.

A knife fell, fierce and domineering, the knife was about to cut off the bottom of Mo Qian's injury, and the knife intent blew a cold purple rain, smashing on the ground and falling into deep pits.

When the knife intent was still about to fall, Mo Qianshu suddenly opened his eyes, and then pointed at the slashed knife intent!

"Broken!"

The voice can break the sky, the mind can be broken, his voice is just above his thoughts, just one finger, towards the knife intent that is chopped down, just one finger, let the mad devil's knife intent suddenly swoop in the air, and not a single inch can be dropped.

Immediately after that, there was a buzz, and the sword intent completely collapsed, and the collapse shook and swept in all directions.

And Mo Qianshu, who was sitting below, hissed and shattered the robe on his body, and the gray strips of cloth flew around under the roll of the knife qi.

Strangely, although his robe was torn, the flask he pinned to his waist showed no signs of chipping, and it was still intact, just like before.

His flushed and dignified face was enough to see how hard Mo Qianshu was struggling when he took this knife, but he smiled indifferently, picked up the wine jug on his waist, and took a sip, feeling happy.

The mad devil whose sword intent was broken was angry and angry, but he didn't know that at this moment, a purple sword was silently stabbing from behind him!

Although it is not a praying mantis catching cicadas, it is not very different, except that this time the yellow finch wants to protect the cicadas!