85_85898Sikong River is like a down-and-out old man, unwilling to wait for death in the last years of the wind and candles, and the scene of fighting against the sky. The old man's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were still hung with blood stains that had not yet been erased, and the pupils that were originally flickering were cloudy at this time, which seemed to be a sense of death, and the Dao robe soaked and torn by the purple rain was in tatters, all of which undoubtedly showed the old man's embarrassment, so embarrassed that people could completely ignore him.

The purple sword is sharp and thin, under the shining cold light, it is a shocking sword intent, this sword Sikong He stabbed out decisively, even if it is death, he will stab the mad devil with a sword, as long as it can hinder the footsteps of the mad devil, this sword stabbed out, it is worth it!

People are often the most intentional when they are about to achieve their goals!

The mad devil's mind was all on Wang Yu, and when he slashed out, he didn't expect Sikong He to have the ability to stand up and suddenly stab him from behind.

When he found this sword and stabbed at him, it was too late, his face suddenly changed, and he roared angrily, unwilling to be pierced by this sword from his back vest.

Hiss!

There was no blood flowing, and there was no fear of flesh flying, the mad devil turned around, his left hand tightly grasped Sikong He's sword, and the sword that was not a foot long was grabbed by the mad devil with his hand, and he could no longer make an inch, but in the mad devil's hand, it hummed and vibrate.

"It's really good, it's worthy of being a personal disciple of the Contrarian Dao!" The mad devil said coldly.

Immediately afterward, he smiled grimly and said, "Do you think this sword can kill me!" It's naïve,"

Sikong He sighed and said slowly: "It took so many swords to stab you with one sword, it's really a shame for the ancestor." ”

Staring at the death-filled Sikong River, the mad devil sighed and said, "After so many years, you are the second person who can hurt me after him, but today, I will use the blood of all the people of your Reverse Dao Sect to help me kill the Dao Dacheng!" ”

The voice was cold, just as cold as his knife, and the mad devil twisted it with his backhand, twisted the Ziyan Sword from Sikong He's hand, twisted it over, and stabbed it backhand, submerging into the tip of the sword in his body, and then stabbed into Sikong He's body in turn.

It was the same hiss, like the core of a poisonous snake spitting out, the tip of the sword pierced Sikong He's body, and a stream of blood spurted out from the direction of the tip of the sword, like a column of water.

Sikong He grasped the blade weakly, and the death intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, but his expression showed a little relief, and it was gratifying that he stabbed the mad devil, and the sword penetrated through his heart, hitting the heart, and the death intent began to linger all over his body.

The mad devil sneered, and slapped Sikong He's Heavenly Spirit Gai, and instantly slapped Sikong He's Yuan Shen to death in the Heavenly Spirit.

This time, even if it is Da Luo Jin Immortal, he can't save him, even if it's the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, he can't be resurrected, he can only be reincarnated!

As soon as Sikong He died, the mad devil smiled gloomily, and even threw Sikong He's body out with a sword, and the direction in which it was thrown was the direction in which Wang Yu was sitting.

Like a parabolic falling body, before Mo Qianshu had time to react, he had already hit Wang Yu's body, although the force was not large, but it could wake him up, and it could also break the running teleportation array, how could the crazy devil really want to hurt Wang Yu!

Wang Yu, who woke up, was stunned and unbelievable, his eyes were like the eyes of a fish when he died, bulging and terrifying!

Mo Qian, who was sitting there, breathed heavily, and couldn't calm down for a long time, and the other elders, sect masters, the three ancestors and others all stopped in the fight, each shook off the enemy beside him, and all retreated to the stone statue of Baizhang, looking at the dead three generations of ancestors in a daze.

As soon as the three generations of ancestors died, the remnants of the entire Reverse Dao Sect felt a sadness from their hearts.

"Old Ancestor" let out a deep whimper, unconsciously in the crowd, and then there was a whimper, more and more, and it became louder and louder than the sound of purple rain falling from the sky.

All the people's clothes were dyed red by the purple rain, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the blood flowing from their bodies or the blood of the enemy, anyway, at this time, everyone's clothes were red, as if it was a blood sacrifice!

Wang Yu's face was very pale, so pale that it seemed like a dead man who had been dead for many days.

He didn't think about it, and he didn't think that he was woken up by something, and what hit him woke up turned out to be the old man's body.

"Boy, he died for you, feel guilty, go into the devil, I want to see how strong your demonic nature is after you enter the demon!" The mad devil's voice was cold, with a bit of playfulness and a bit of anticipation.

Wang Yu's body moved, his eyes shifted from the old man's body, and then stared coldly at the mad devil, and a wave of anger slowly came out.

He's angry, he's sad, but more than that, hate!

And hatred is the source of anger, it can make you stronger, but it can also make you lose your mind.

"Why, isn't that enough?"

"That's right, then I'll kill some more people and see if you can get into the devil!" The corners of the mad devil's mouth hooked up with cruelty, and in order to lure the young man into the demon, he decided to kill some more people to stimulate it.

Putting away the knife and falling, the disciples of the Inner Sect who were closest to Wang Yu were slashed by a knife, and they didn't have time to react at all, only heard the sound of a slash, and several heads fell from their bodies, gurgling and falling to the ground and rolling, just like rolling a watermelon.

Blood gushed out like a spring, spraying on Wang Yu's body, and also spraying on Mo Qian's body, and a bloody smell spread, which can make people feel disgusting.

The mad devil's knife is already incredibly fast, and the head that the knife chopped off is not only the head, but even the primordial god of the heavenly spirit Gaili is also under this knife, and there is no resistance to perish.

Seeing a few human heads rolling down on the ground, looking at the eyes that refused to close their eyes when they died, there was a panic in the crowd, and a wave of fear haunted their hearts.

The four generations of ancestors hurriedly shouted angrily, covering up their grief, and using their majesty to suppress the panicked crowd, the sect leader Long Lingxiu and the great elder He, their faces were like frost, each holding the Tianlong double sword in their hands, standing there in a daze, not seeing fear, nor panic, as if they had already seen through it.

The two of them just used the Heavenly Dragon Twin Swords, and with the cultivation of the two of them, they stabbed the elders of the Li family's early infancy to death under the sword, but the two of them also paid a lot of price for this.

Elder He's right arm was broken by Elder Li, and now he can only hold the sword with his left hand, but he holds the sword in his left hand, and it is obviously not as good as holding the sword in his right hand.

Sect Master Long Lingxiu, the gray Dao robe was already half shattered, and a palm print was obviously exposed on his chest, which was the Muddy Yin Palm used by the ancestor of the Li family!

Under the hands of the Yin Dynasty, there are few survivors, unless there is a panacea, or let others completely force out the black qi in the body, otherwise they will not be able to survive for long at all.

However, the sect leader Long Lingxiu was completely indifferent, and had already put life and death aside.

The cultivation technique passed down from the Southern Barbarian Wild Forest Witch Clan has somehow reached the hands of the Li family.

But now it is obviously not the most important thing to be entangled in these problems, because the most important thing happened to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's eyes became more and more red, as red as blood, and even with a fishy smell, which was like blood.

His hands were clenched tightly, the nails on his fingertips were sunk into the palms, and the blood slowly fell down the cracks of his fingers, dripping on the ground, fused with the blood of the dead disciples.

Washed by the purple rain many times and shed an unknown amount of blood, it could not be washed away, and began to spread along the carved pattern on the ground where he was sitting.

More and more, more than the purple rain, more vivid than the purple rain, the two Pisces and the two-horned dragon, under the fine blood of the blood, seem to come to life, exuding a strange demon.

The scene that I have never seen before is that Wang Yu fell into the devil in front of many people.

Mo Qianshu suddenly felt that something was wrong, he calculated that something was wrong, and he also felt that something was wrong.

"You can't let Wang Yu fall into the devil, otherwise you will fall short!"

He jumped directly over his body, pinching his hands continuously, and strange handprint runes were born from his hands, heading straight for Wang Yu.

But Wang Yu, who has fallen into the devil, where is there still reason, all his sanity at this time has been lost, except for the killing intent from his heart that can make him perceive, he can no longer feel anything else.

"Kill!" Before Mo Qian's injury was approaching, Wang Yu roared gloomily, and pulled out the purple sword from Sikong He's body with his right hand, grabbed the sword in his hand, and went straight into the air, the target was the mad devil.

The people below were in an uproar, fear, worry, sadness, anger, and a moment of confusion in their hearts.

The fat man's body, large and small, hung with white cloth, obviously tied up after being injured, at this moment to see Wang Yu into the devil, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, thinking of Wang Yu for him to enter the devil, seeing Wang Yu enter the devil again this time, a sense of sadness, born from the bottom of his heart.

The Great Elder Crane had a heavy and complicated mood, and he could only hold the Heavenly Dragon Twin Swords and fight into the enemy circle with Long Lingxiu.

Mo Qianshu stood in place, still holding the hand of pinching the trick in his hand, and after hesitating and sighing, he began to bury his head in rebuilding the teleportation array, as long as Wang Yu did not die, he was confident that he would be able to teleport him out.

And in his sense, the immortal machine was about to come down, so he had to quickly repair the teleportation array, because the role of the teleportation array of the Reverse Dao Sect was not just a teleporter!

Wang Yu, who drew his sword and rose up, was even crazier than a mad devil. He is even more arrogant than the mad devil, he is only a fourth-layer condensation, and he does not have the ability to step on the clouds with empty feet, and it is impossible for him to reach the point where his speed is as fast as lightning.

Moreover, the cultivation of the mad devil is a true late stage of the Yuan Infant, and he is one step away from stepping into the realm of slaying spirits.

Whether it is the ancestor who is fighting below, or the elders of other sects, no one's cultivation can compare to the mad devil, and the mad devil's killing path is to kill for a living, and to kill for a living, so few people can defeat him.

Wang Yu's current ability has exceeded everyone's imagination, not only can he walk in the air, but he can also fly in the air.

Seeing that Wang Yu's ability was stronger and the demonic nature was stronger, the mad devil was more happy, because these could prove that if he sucked Wang Yu's essence blood, the higher the chance of killing the Dao of Success.

So where will he not be happy.

Wang Yu, who was holding the Ziyan Sword, rushed madly towards the mad devil, maybe he didn't know swordsmanship, or maybe he hadn't learned anything, he danced the sword like a stick, and frantically slashed at the mad devil's body, without any rules at all.

The mad devil sneered, sneered without emotion, he didn't make a knife at this time, he didn't make a move, he had been dodging Wang Yu's sword, sneering while dodging, it was really scary.

Especially when you see a big living person, who sneers at you all the time.

The sword that Wang Yu slashed out and stabbed out was just like a twist, making the mad devil want to capture him alive, but he couldn't do it.

He wanted to grab Wang Yu from the left, but Wang Yu's sword also stabbed to the left, and he wanted to grab it from behind, but the direction in which Wang Yu's sword cut down also happened to cut the back, making the mad devil angry and angry, until he couldn't laugh anymore.

The mad devil was angry, gritted his teeth and took out his knife with hatred, he was a late Yuan Infant, he was tossed by a junior of the fourth layer of condensation for so long, and he still didn't know where to start, this is simply a shame, it is much more shameful than Sikong He stabbed him with a sword just now.

This time it was not a knife to fall, but a knife to find an opportunity to cut, but Wang Yu followed the devil, crazy and arrogant, so that the mad devil wanted to cut but did not dare to cut, he did not want Wang Yu to hurt his hand, and he did not dare to kill Wang Yu with a knife, because Wang Yu's role is more important than his father and mother at this time, in fact, this point will not be too much for the mad devil!

"I'm mad old man!."

He shouted angrily, carrying the possibility of being hit by Wang Yu's sword, and hit Wang Yu's body with the back of the knife, just hoping to knock him out, and everything could be solved.

This method, only the mad devil has the courage to do it, and only he can think of it, because he is crazy, so he is not only crazy when he kills, but also crazy when he thinks of it.

But there are always accidents in the world, like a joke!

This knife went down, but it didn't hit Wang Yu's body, it slashed from his side and back, and the knife hit the air, because he just wanted to be stunned, so he didn't really fight, because he didn't really fight, so he was stabbed with a sword!

The Ziyan Sword in Wang Yu's hand would not be as merciful as the mad devil, nor would he dare like the mad devil, so the sword he stabbed out was extremely hard, using almost all of his strength, and a sword pierced through the mad devil's chest.

The same blood rushed out and flew out along the tip of the sword, and the blood, which was more red than the purple rain, fell from the air.

The mad devil tightly grasped the blade in Wang Yu's hand, looked at the blood red in Wang Yu's eyes in a daze, thinking surprisingly, and surprisingly angry, so when he grabbed the blade, he was very hard, and as a result, blood was scraped out of his palms, dripping along the blade of the sword.

Wang Yu's eyes did not reveal the slightest emotion, but after seeing the blood of the mad devil, he became even more furious, and the hilt of the sword in his hand stabbed it even harder.

The mad devil is the mad devil, it comes fast and becomes fast.

"The old man is going to kill you."

The pain of a sword piercing made his face extremely pale, and the pupils in his eyes were also inexplicably red, and the murderous aura was born from the heart, and the mad devil completely became a demon, and the killing path began to stain his heart with blood.

With an angry shout, the knife in his right hand was still the back of the knife that had not been converted just now, and hit Wang Yu's chest fiercely, with a heavy and loud sound, Wang Yu flew out directly under this knife, and his body collided with the meteor and the moon, and with a bang, in everyone's surprise and fear, it smashed directly on the stone statue of Baizhang.

The stone statue that could not be split with a single knife, and the stone statue that would not even produce a seam, suddenly shook under Wang Yu's collision at this time, and the frequency of shaking became faster and faster