Chapter 778

Purple Night Thunder Sword

"The carving insect skill is also worthy of competing with the bright moon?" The normal Taoist snorted coldly, and in the face of the mountain peak falling from the sky, there was no worry at all. As he pinched his hand, a purple sword light three feet long suddenly flew out from behind him.

"Divine Thunder, Slash"

The void above the head of the ordinary Taoist turned purple in an instant, and a purple thunder light with a length of 100 zhang slashed straight down from the void, and this thunder light merged with the purple sword light at the moment of chopping.

The sword light is like electricity, the thunder dragon is surging, and the thunder and lightning are one, and they are unstoppable.

The purple sword light pierced the endless sky and headed straight towards the earthy yellow peak. Everywhere the purple light passed, the endless void seemed to be abruptly separated from the middle by this sword.

"Cheng Python retreat quickly, that's the Zixiao Thunder Divine Sword" The moment the mountain moving holy hand made a move, he rose up, and the big earthy yellow hand rushed out of the void and fell towards the earthy yellow peak.

"Poof", with a soft groan, the earthy yellow mountain peak was instantly divided into two sections by the purple sword light. This mountain peak is not an ordinary peak, but a magic weapon that has been practiced for many years by the master of the Earth Demon Hall called Cheng Python, and in terms of grade, it is infinitely close to the lower grade of the heavenly level. However, just such a magic weapon that was painstakingly refined, enough to lead countless monks crazy, was cut into two pieces by this hateful normal Taoist with a sword

"Junior." In the shouts of the Holy Hand of the Mountain-Moving Mountains, the big earthy yellow hand that was envoyed by him had already slapped on the purple sword. The purple sword that was like a frightening force, and at the moment it collided with the earthy yellow palm, it suddenly let out a dragon groan.

"Thunder and sword unity, indestructible, slash"

At the moment when his flying sword was blocked, the Ordinary Daoist pinched his hand again, and the purple sword light suddenly transformed into a three-foot sword light, and slashed towards the earthy yellow palm again.

"Boom"

The sword light flashed, the purple aura soared into the sky, and the earthy yellow palm turned into powder in this collision. But fortunately, the purple flying sword, which had become the end of the crossbow, was also taken back by the Ordinary Daoist.

"Hahaha, the Holy Hand of Moving Mountains, you are still a master of the Yuan Shen, you don't even talk about face, sneak attack a junior, what kind of ability is it to do such a thing" On the golden cloud platform in the second place on the left side of the reverse water cold, a pair of wishful Taoists embroidered on their chests stretched out their hands and pointed at the Holy Hand of Moving Mountains, and said with mockery.

"Master, the disciple has embarrassed you, but please rest assured, this face, the disciple will definitely get it back for you today" Cheng Python, who was caught back by the Holy Hand of Moving Mountains, suddenly said in a deep voice to the Holy Hand of Moving Mountains when he heard the ridicule of the white-haired Taoist.

The Mountain Moving Saint Hand glanced at his disciple, and then his gaze fell on the sword light above the head of the ordinary Taoist and said: "Cheng Python, you didn't lose my face, that Zixiao God Thunder Sword is one of the Taihaomen Zhenshan Divine Soldiers, he was a master of the Yuan God back then, and he had also killed him, what did you get if you were defeated under such a divine sword." ”

Just as the Holy Hand of the Mountain Moving Mountain spoke, the expression of the reverse water cold also showed a hint of strangeness, obviously, the matter of the Zixiao Thunder Divine Sword, he, who was in charge, actually didn't know.

"No wonder Uncle Shouchang dares to challenge the Blood Transformation Ancestor, it turns out that he has already obtained the Purple Night Thunder Divine Sword, what a pity." Thinking about the consequences of the Ordinary Daoist getting this Purple Night Thunder Divine Sword, Shui Shuihan's face became more and more ugly.

"Mountain Moving Holy Hand, do you dare to fight with me?" Under the purple sword light, the Ordinary Daoist stood proudly, and with a movement of his fingers, he challenged the Mountain Moving Holy Hand loudly.

As a master of the Yuan God, he was so despised and challenged, which was a great shame for the Holy Hand of Moving Mountains, but at this time, he was not sure of winning against the Zixiao Thunder Divine Sword.

Unless you can fight with the Coiled Battle Banner, however, it is simply impossible. The battle flag is the biggest trump card of the Demon Gate at this time, and it is absolutely impossible to shoot until the last moment.

Defeating the Ordinary Daoist will not help the reputation of the Mountain Moving Holy Hand in the slightest, but once defeated, it will be a heavy blow to the Earth Demon Temple and the Mountain Moving Mountain Holy Hand.

Just as the Mountain Moving Mountain Holy Hand was groaning, the ordinary Taoist looked at Yi Chu who was standing not far from the Mountain Moving Mountain Holy Hand, thinking of this person's reputation in the Taihao Gate, a thought suddenly popped up from his heart.

I am not completely sure of dealing with the Holy Hand of Moving Mountains, but this Blood Immortal Ancestor is a condensation-level cultivator, plus among the ten disciples of Taihao Sect, at least half of them hate this Blood Immortal Son, once he kills him, his reputation, isn't it above him, then Reverse Shui Han is no longer willing to do it, and after he cultivates to the Yuan Shen, he will also give up the position of the head of Taihao Sect to himself.

"Blood Immortal Ancestor, they all say that you are the first person to condense the Demon Dao, today's battle between good and evil, do you dare to fight with me?"

Yi Chu had already sensed the mind of the Keeper Daoist when his gaze came, and when he heard this Keeper challenge him, Yi Chu smiled faintly, said yes, and took a step forward.

In one step, the distance between Yi Chu and the ordinary Taoist was only a hundred zhang away.

When the ordinary Taoist saw that Yi Chu was invited to fight, there was a burst of joy in his heart, as if he had seen that he had defeated this scene that was already as famous as Reverse Water Han in the world.

As long as I defeat this guy, Reverse Water Han will want to pass on the position to his apprentice again, and he will have to give me the command talisman obediently.

"Yi Chu, how do you say you and I should compete?" The ordinary Taoist looked like he was holding the chance to win, and said lightly towards Yi Chu.

At this moment, the ordinary Taoist has made up his mind, he not only wants to defeat Yi Chu, but also to win beautifully, win convincingly, and have nothing to say. He wanted to defeat Yi Chu by defeating him, and he would be ruthlessly pressed against the cold

"Senior brother, do you think Chang'er is a little too big this time?" The white-haired Taoist on the left side of the golden cloud platform, when he heard the words of the regular Taoist, said to the Taoist with a pair of wishful thoughts embroidered on his chest.

"I understand what the junior brother means, that Yi Chu does have some ability, otherwise, he would not have escaped from the six-character divine text. If you want to talk about fighting alone, Chang Er is indeed not his opponent, but Chang Er now has the Zixiao Thunder Sword in his hand, so even if Yi Chu has the ability, he can't turn the sky upside down. ”

"Well, what Senior Brother said is very true, but Chang'er better be careful." The old Taoist in the fourth place glanced at the Purple Night Thunder Divine Sword with reverence in his eyes, and did not speak again.

The pride in the mouth of the normal Taoist naturally couldn't hide it from Yi Chu, who hadn't encountered this kind of thing for some time, snorted coldly in his heart, and the thought of this ordinary Taoist resurfaced in his heart again.

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