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The Lord of Kunlun didn't seem to hear Qi Tian's words, his jade fingers pointed out again and again, Nie Fan's body vibrated as she pointed out, and at the same time, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Seven Kills Sword is his natal sword, and if it is destroyed, he will also be severely damaged!

The Seven Killing Sword in Nie Fan's body, the light flowed, and the cracks gradually increased, and it was about to collapse.

Qi Tian still didn't say a word, his body shook, if there was water, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he didn't realize it.

Bang bang bang

How could the Seven Killing Sword withstand the finger power of the Lord of Kunlun, seeing that she was on the verge of collapse, she stopped, her voice was like a yellow bird, crisp and quiet, and said, "Integrate the Seven Killing Sword into your Yuan Shen." ”

As soon as the Lord of Kunlun's voice fell, Qi Tian, who was also severely injured by the ontology not far away, changed slightly, and Nie Fan rubbed the Seven Killing Sword into the Yuan Shen, not to mention that he would be a part of Nie Fan, sharing weal and woe with him, life and death!

Qi Tian's expression turned cold, and he suddenly strode forward, and a jade-like palm attacked the Lord of Kunlun.

The cyan jade hand of the Lord of Kunlun reached out and collided with Qi Tian, and immediately Qi Tian flew out upside down, and his body seemed to be about to be shattered.

The Lord of Kunlun's toes tapped in the void, chasing Qi Tian, and the jade hands were thousands, and the connection was constantly slapped on Qi Tian's chest.

Qi Tian's face was extremely pale, and his breath weakened suddenly.

The Lord of Kunlun couldn't see her expression clearly, but she didn't seem to take Qi Tian to heart at all, and with a wave of her jade hand, a cylinder that looked like gold and non-gold flew out and covered the others.

"The Willow God Seal, isn't it already broken!" Qi Tian's expression changed greatly, but he was immediately covered by a cylinder, his breath fluctuated, and in a blink of an eye, he was forced to turn into his body, a moist and shiny. A long sword that is unmatched, but without the tip!

The Lord of Kunlun's jade hand made a move towards Nie Fan, and the Seven Killing Sword, which had almost collapsed, flew out at great speed, landing on the tip of the watery long sword, and the two shone brightly. Slowly blending together.

Nie Fan looked at the cylinder, and immediately thought of the picture he calculated, it was not the cylinder that was smashed by the two palms, but the sword inside!

"Here you go." With a wave of his hand, the Lord of Kunlun Jade threw the cylinder containing this anti-heaven thing to Nie Fan.

Nie Fan looked slightly stunned and didn't wait for him to speak. The black-haired old man walked out of the void again and said, "They can't hold it anymore, Yutan, you go and drag it." ”

Yu Tan, the Lord of Kunlun, nodded slightly, his body was ethereal, and he flew towards the four people who were fighting in the distance below.

"Time is of the essence. Come with me. The black-haired old man grabbed Nie Fan and walked away.

This time, the speed was extremely fast, almost in a big stride across the space, three steps appeared on the top of the small mountain, looked at it, stepped out, and appeared directly in the deepest part of the small mountain.

"What is this?"

Nie Fan's eyes widened. Looking at the amazing sight in the distance, I was dumbfounded.

I saw a huge divine sword, exuding awe-inspiring divine might, and the terrifying sword qi felt numb even if it was far away, and my heart trembled.

And underneath him, a small black short sword, trembling and struggling, but it was pressed by the divine sword, and it could not be freed. That trace of black mist continued to decrease, and it was already worn out.

"I don't have time to talk about it now, we will help you refine them, and when you succeed, you will know everything." The black-haired old man sat cross-legged on top of Nie Fan's head. At the same time, a sturdy middle-aged man appeared in an instant, like a mountain, suppressing everything here.

Nie Fan glanced at the black-haired old man, didn't think much about it, took a deep breath, sat down, and took out the sword against the sky.

If it were him, he would definitely not be able to refine a handful, but with the black-haired old man, the middle-aged man, and the big array here, it would be possible!

The three of them all held their breath and began to refine these three top-level artifacts with concentration.

In the endless void, Heng Li suddenly slapped his palm, knocking the dragon avant-garde away again, and at the same time, he moved sideways, slapping the mighty barbarian king with one palm.

The barbarian king roared, and the halberd was cold, crossing a trajectory and forcing him back.

The Lord of Kunlun, Jade Tanyu, slapped his hand on the ancestral demon, and the ancestral demon's condensed body exploded, but it condensed again not far away, and the cold smile made people tremble.

Five people are fighting, each of them is extremely powerful, and it is difficult to kill each other, entangled with each other, and the battle is not endless.

"You can't kill me, you will only be consumed by me, and then become my snack!" The Ancestral Demon laughed heartily and shot violently at the same time.

The dragon avant-garde barbarian king was already red-eyed, and he fought hard, desperate to kill Hengli.

Hengli is really powerful, even if this place is not suitable for cultivators to cultivate, but the thousand years that he has been sealed, he has comprehended another path, between the demon paths, it is really powerful and terrifying, even if the barbarian king and the dragon avant-garde join forces, they can't have the upper hand!

The Lord of Kunlun also showed her strength, the Ancestral Demon could have had a hard encounter with the Willow God, although most of the cultivation had been wiped out over the years, but it still shouldn't be something that could be matched by 'people', but the Lord of Kunlun had beaten him up again and again!

"Haha, this seat is immortal!" Once again, the Ancestral Demon gathered in the distance, laughing maniacally. Every time he is blown up, after being reborn, his weird strength will increase greatly.

The Lord of Kunlun was shrouded in a layer of mist, and she couldn't see her figure clearly, her posture was graceful, she tapped in the void, her jade hand patted, and the ancestral demons that had just gathered were exploded again.

The top of the small half-mountain.

"Haha, release my ancestral weapon, my clan will definitely dominate the world, the human realm, the cultivation realm, will be the world of my demon clan!" A group of black-armored figures shrouded in black mist gathered above the small mid-mountain, and a chill filled the entire small mid-mountain!

"You're rejoicing too soon." On the small halfway up the mountain, one by one the figures walked out, each of them was a realm above the middle stage of qi transformation, and there were hundreds of them!

"The Demon Ancestor was born, I will not die or die, you will eventually be our slaves!" In the black mist, there was a demon roaring, and then the rolling black mist rushed towards the small mountain.

"Stop them!" The monks in the small middle of the mountain also shouted vigorously, standing up and breaking through the black fog and illuminating the clouds.

Immediately, the wind and clouds rose in Chaotian Lake, the tide was surging, and the terrible war was booming and spreading.

It's really like these demons shouting, not only can they not be killed, but they are constantly born from the void, as if the heroic spirits of ancient death have returned and joined the great war.

The small mid-levels have a deep heritage, and the hidden power is very terrifying, but Rao is so, and it doesn't take long for him to gradually feel overwhelmed.

"Block them!" In the sky above the small mountain, the golden light is all over the sky, the killing machine is like an ocean, endless, and the roar is shaking the sky, as if it is about to collapse the sky.

Above the small mountain, half of the sky was obscured by black fog, and there was no ray of sunlight, and countless demons appeared from it, shouting and rushing into the battle group.

Such a big battle can't hide from anyone at all, the ancient martial arts world soon knew the news of the birth of the ancestral demon, almost no one thought that the lord of Kunlun would achieve victory, the ancestral demon was immortal and indestructible, and it was getting stronger and stronger, so that they had no power to resist in their hearts.

In the mysterious cave, Liu Jie, Liu Shangyong, and Shantao sat at the table, looking at the light curtain opposite, whether it was the depths of the void or the battle on the top of the small mountain, they were all clearly reflected in it.

"If it goes on like this, even if the Lord of Kunlun can hold it, the barbarian king and the dragon predecessors can't hold it." Shan Tao frowned, looked at the light curtain and said.

Liu Shangyong and Liu Jie's expressions were also solemn, and if they continued to delay like this, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Not far from their sides, the little girl Zhiqiong's breath became more and more profound, and the phantom of Tsing Yi behind her became more and more condensed, as if she wanted to break through some kind of shackles and walk out of nothingness.

Hengli slapped his palm on the barbarian king, the barbarian king's body was shocked, his eyes flashed coldly, and the halberd slashed in the air.

Hengli disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, the dragon avant-garde appeared from a high place in front of him, and stepped down with one foot.

The dragon avant-garde raised the dragon staff, snorted, and his figure fell backwards again and again.

Hengli is outrageously powerful, and the two of them are not opponents combined, and they have been injured repeatedly.

On the other side, it is still one-sided, but the Lord of Kunlun no longer kills the ancestral demon, but deliberately traps him.

"Do you think you'll be able to trap me again by dragging us down like this? Haha, no one in heaven or on earth can trap this seat! The Ancestral Demon laughed wildly, and his terrifying palm power surged towards the Lord of Kunlun like a storm.

The Lord of Kunlun is like a dance, walking in the void, for the attack of the ancestral demon, unfazed, it seems to be like a flat boat in a storm, but it has always stood tall.

In the depths of the small half of the mountain, the divine sword and the magic sword were shining in unison, all vibrating violently, and the endless sword qi was agitated, confronting each other and oppressing.

This is a strange space that has been distorted, and it is the embodiment of another body of the willow god, which is even more magical than the futon.

Nie Fan sat there cross-legged, he had no sense of time passing at all, and he had a watery long sword on his head, refining it.

The black-haired old man behind him, Liu Min, the owner of Xiao Banshan, was all doing his best to help him, suppressing this anti-heaven sword, so that Nie Fan had enough time to refine it.

I don't know how long it has been, but this sword slowly changed in the direction of the Seven Killing Sword.

With the refining of this sword, some memories that belonged to Qi Tian were gradually known to him, and countless secrets, especially the mysteries of various cultivation techniques, and even more valuable were his cultivation experience, all of which were slowly refined by Nie Fan like a tide.

As time passed, Nie Fan's breath was changing, the dantian was glowing, and the little misty aura began to converge, and a fog appeared.

This is the most rudimentary form of Jindan!

"The ancestral demon was born, and the magic sword is ready to move, and it seems that it can't rely on the divine sword to wipe it out." Liu Min sat in the sky behind Nie Fan, and the invisible power was permeated, constantly conveying to Nie Fan.

The black-haired old man looked calm, his eyes were dotted with green light, and he said, "Although I am a remnant, I should be able to control it and help Nie Fan completely subdue the magic sword." ”

Liu Min's expression moved slightly, and then he said in a deep voice: "Okay, after all, I am a descendant of Liu Shen, and I should be able to integrate into the divine sword." ”

The black-haired old man was silent, and as his mind turned, this strange space was also changing, blessing the divine sword and suppressing the demon sword that was struggling more and more fiercely. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )