After this powerhouse whose body was shrouded in pitch-black mist and whose strength was unfathomable, his existence alone caused a group of outer monks to lose the transcendent sword yuan they relied on.

At this time, there were only more than 50 monks from the outer gate, and they fell to the ground one by one like dumplings.

Although no one really fell to their deaths, under the sudden impact of free fall, many people were still injured not lightly, or sat on the ground with broken feet and wailed, or were shocked and vomited blood, and their state was sluggish.

But there were also monks who were physically strong and did not get too badly injured in free fall.

Zao Wou-Ki is one of them.

He saw with his own eyes that Yan Guiyi was just a face-to-face kung fu, and he was completely ripped out of the sword path by the pitch-black figure, with some kind of strange evil technique.

This made Zhao Wuji, whose strength was similar to Yan Guiyi, but who couldn't mobilize Jian Yuan at this time, dare to stay.

When he fell in mid-air, he threw out the inner monk he was holding, and he pretended to be weak, and deliberately coughed up a mouthful of blood when he landed, in order to hide his difference.

There are also those with strong physique, who will continue to roll over the previous perfect body when they land, and slow down the momentum of the fall as much as possible.

The sturdy monk of the outer gate was tall, red-skinned, and had the black iron broadsword at the back of his waist, which was none other than Clarke, a member of the Red Ape Clan.

Clark slumped to his feet, striding in the direction he had come.

The pitch-black figure just glanced at Clark and didn't make any moves.

But the shadow that Clark was dragging under his feet suddenly squirmed, got up, and came to life.

The shadow had roughly the same silhouette as Clark, and as soon as it scrambled completely, it stretched out its arms and strangled Clarke's neck.

And no matter how much Clark punched and kicked behind him, he couldn't touch the shadow.

This unfair wrestling soon ended with Clark's collapse.

The black, black shadow that belonged to Clark dragged Clarke's stout ankles upside down, and as he walked back, he bowed to the pitch-black figure suspended in the sky, like a most faithful servant.

The fog around the pitch-black figure was constantly changing, sometimes condensing a group of goat horns above its head, and sometimes a pair of bat wings appearing behind it, which looked quite evil.

"I am the ...... of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable"

In a low, hoarse voice, the pitch-black figure said his name, and at the moment when the words "Defeated Sword Demon Venerable" were clearly recited, in the boundless starry sky above the Sword Sect, a pitch-black and illusory dark cloud suddenly appeared.

The dark cloud was in the shape of a swirl, and there was a silvery white electric light looming in it, as if it was a god in the underworld, watching this side with the eyes of a god.

The vision of heaven and earth came and went quickly, and in just a few breaths, the swirling dark clouds disappeared.

Seeing this, the pitch-black figure who called himself the "Defeated Sword Demon Venerable" smiled coldly towards the place where the dark clouds disappeared.

Then he looked down at the group of outer monks below, and continued: "You can show me your swordsmanship, and those with pure sword intent and superb swordsmanship can live." ”

After that, the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhao Wouji, and under the influence of an invisible force, Zhao Wouji's body involuntarily levitated, and flew until it was about ten zhang in front of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable before stopping.

And Zao Wou-Ki had regained his perception of Jian Yuan at this time, and he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of the defeated Sword Demon Venerable in front of him, so he wanted to delay as long as possible until the Sword Saint came to help.

He tried his best to show a smile and said to the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable: "Your Excellency's magical powers are vast, and you are really admirable......

"Out of the sword. ”

Before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, whose entire body was shrouded in pitch-black mist, had already interrupted hoarsely.

Zao Wou-Ki still looked rather at a loss, he took a deep breath, as if he was calming down, and then put on a fighting posture.

At this moment, a sharp sword burst out behind the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, it was a long sword that circled behind the Demon Venerable at some unknown time-Flying Sword [White Horse].

The flying sword [White Horse] was extremely sharp, and under the sudden attack, the body of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, which seemed to be composed of black mist, directly cut an exaggerated wound that pierced the front and back.

Zao Wou-Ki's face no longer saw a trace of hesitation and helplessness at this time, his eyes were sharp, and he did not feel the slightest joy at the slightest because of the success of the sneak attack.

I saw that the sword element in Zhao Wuji's body suddenly accelerated, and all of them converged on the raised hands.

A miniature sun appeared in Zao Wou-Ki's hands at this moment.

"Great Day! Golden Wheel Sword Codex!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and the "sun" in his palm emitted endless brilliance, seemingly annihilating all the vanity and darkness in the world, so that all the outer monks who were standing or sitting on the ground couldn't help but close their eyes, not daring to look directly at the miniature sun.

Yan Guiyi was currently present, the only one among all the Sword Sect cultivators who had the ability to provide Zao Wou-Ki with combined attack assistance.

He forcibly suppressed the pain of the "Kendo Root" being forcibly withdrawn, and the ten fingers of his hands were constantly intertwined, forming one complicated Dharma seal after another.

"Breath of fire!"

Yan Guiyi's cheeks on both sides bulged high, and in the sound of "whew", an orange-red flame was spewed out.

This is a relatively shallow fire technique, with the current state of Yan Guiyi and the weakening of his own strength after the sword path was deprived, the level of "flame breath" is already the limit of what he can use.

The orange flame spewed into the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, but it didn't spread.

The pitch-black mist seemed to stop the flames from burning, allowing the orange-red flames to be extinguished as soon as they came into contact.

At the same time, the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, who was before and after his body was pierced, stretched out his right hand unaffected.

As soon as the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable pinched the "Great Sun" in Zao Wouji's hand, the pitch-black mist rose, and it was extinguished.

It's like snuffing out a candle.

Bang!

The exercise was broken, and Zao Wou-Ki was about to fly out upside down after being counterattacked, but the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable reached forward with his right hand again, grabbed Zao Wou-ki's neck, and let him stay in place.

The flying sword [White Horse] has its own spirituality, and when it senses that its master is being restrained, it suddenly accelerates, and it is about to slash towards the right arm of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable.

With a "snap", the idle left hand of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable suddenly raised and held the flying sword [White Horse] tightly.

Buzz –

The flying sword [White Horse] trembled continuously, but it couldn't break free from the left palm of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable.

Under the layers of pitch-black mist, as soon as the five fingers of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable exerted a slight force, a slight crack appeared on the sword body of the [White Horse].

With a "choking" sound, the flying sword [White Horse] was pinched into pieces without any resistance, and the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable grabbed a fragment of the broken sword and put it in his mouth, eating it like chewing broad beans.

"Yes...... Damn!" Seeing the destruction of the [White Horse], Zao Wou-Ki's heart suddenly felt empty, this was not only a sword that had accompanied him for many years, but also one of his natal magic weapons.

Now that the [White Horse] no longer exists, Zao Wou-Ki has also been strongly counterattacked.

He only felt a pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of blood.

Those crimson liquids, as soon as they came into contact with the pitch-black mist on the palm of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable's hand, immediately melted away as if they had encountered butter in a hot pot, and quickly melted away in the constant sound of "snort".

After taking a few bites of the fragments left behind by the shattering of the [White Horse], the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable shook his head, as if he felt that the taste was not good enough.

The Defeated Sword Demon Venerable flicked his left hand forward, directly penetrating Zhao Wouji's abdomen, and from Zhao Wouji's dantian qi sea, a "Sword Dao Root" that exuded golden brilliance was extracted.

"No......" Zao Wou-Ki pleaded weakly, but he was too weak to even utter a complete sentence.

As a pure sword cultivator, after being forcibly removed from the "Sword Dao Root", the weakness he had to face was obviously several times greater than that of Yan Guiyi.

The Defeated Sword Demon Venerable played with the "Kendo Root" in his hand that seemed to be a miniature "sun" for a while, then opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

With a "bang", a violent explosion sounded from the body of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, but this Demon Venerable, who likes to eat "Sword Dao Fundamentals", was not affected in the slightest.

He "exhaled" and exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, and commented casually: "It's okay, it's a little 'spicy'." ”

With that, the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable threw it casually, like throwing waste away, throwing Zao Wou-Ki to the ground.

Yan Gui's body moved, rushing up, with the help of Zao Wouji's falling figure.

In this process, the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable didn't look at them again, as if the life and death of these two people were not worth his attention at all.