With a rush of mana, a dazzling golden flame rushed out of the body, turning into a huge golden light in an instant, enveloping the human figure.

A terrible scream came, and the purple-robed man turned into a golden fire man and flew to the ground, one right hand was broken at the elbow, and there was a long scar between the abdomen, although it was not disemboweled, but it was also a muscle valgus.

The strange thing is that through the golden flames wrapped around the purple-robed man, the sharp-eyed people with the deepest mana in the world only saw the muscles on both sides of the scars, but they didn't see a drop of blood dripping out, as if something had instantly sucked up the blood splashing out of the wound!

The movements of people are as fast as lightning, and the moments of the second hand-to-hand fight are not more than a moment.

Those dozens of immortal demon cultivators who scattered and fled had not had time to see how people started, and the purple-robed man had already suffered such a big loss. A few monks had even just stood firm in the air, and the sharp screams of the purple-robed man were already ringing in their ears, and they couldn't help but raise their heads to look at the past.

But I saw that the purple-robed man crashed into the ground like a meteor, rolled on the spot, stood up, urged with mana, and with a bang, the golden flame wrapped around him dispersed immediately.

The bones in the body burst like a popping bean, and a rolling black flame burst out of the body, and the figure distorted and changed in the black flames and turned into a humanoid monster with a height of 100 feet, knotted muscles, and covered with dense gray hair, with a huge gray head like a house, smooth and slim, a pair of fat big ears, flat nostrils, and a pair of long white fangs from a wide mouth.

The originally broken palm quickly sprouted from its head, quickly turning into a half-acre of land, and the joints were covered with black scales as large as a grinding disc.

A pair of red-red eyeballs as small as a water tank flashed fiercely, and the Pleiades announced a roar of resentment, and with a lift of his footsteps, he pounced on the disciples of the Wuwei Sect who were wrapped in golden flames.

"Hercules?"

"Originally, this person was from the Hercules Demon clan, no wonder he was so presumptuous?"

"Strange, I've never seen this person, he shouldn't be my Spirit Serval Island monk!"

"No wonder this demon dares to fight here, he is not afraid of being punished by the lord, it was him!"

"Oh, you know him?"

"He is Ming Chen, the head of the Black Wind Demon, he was a murderer back then, and it is rumored that during the previous Celestial Star Festival, he robbed many monks!"

"Tut-tut, can force this demon to such a point, this Ye Ke is really fierce?"

"It's bad, these two guys only care about their own happiness, if this Lingao Island is demolished, it will be a big trouble for me to wait!"

"That's right, without this Lingao Island, where will I go!"

"That's it, the adults don't come out to take care of it!"

"Shhhh

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The monks of the entire Lingao Island were disturbed by this earth-shattering loud noise, and those who had already walked out of the cave spread out their divine senses and swept over, talking about a lot of things, but many monks rushed out of the cave and looked left and right.

The troll roared repeatedly, and a pair of huge palms flapped up and down against the dazzling golden flame, and the bottom was not afraid of the scorching smell of the golden flame.

Jumping up and down with its huge figure, the surrounding storm was high, flying sand and rocks, and even the sky seemed to suddenly darken.

The carefree figure quietly appeared on a cloud not far from the person at some point, and his expression was cold.

The right hand slowly stretched out from the sleeve, the blue light flashed in the palm, and the void around the body suddenly gave birth to ripples, and the Liuhe Yuan Qi rushed towards this white jade-like palm.

was about to suggest an attack on the monster, but suddenly, he stopped moving, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

One hundred and seven magic swords

(It is rumored that there will be a double in the next two days, please pay attention to the book friends who still have them in your hands!)

The troll's two gray-black palms seemed to be made of gold and iron, and the bottom was not afraid of the scorching of the purple sun true fire, and in an instant, the blazing golden flame had collapsed under the turn of the giant palms.

And the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, who were supposed to be wrapped in golden flames, were also nowhere to be found.

The troll looked left and right, there was no trace of the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Courtyard around him, and he swept through the divine sense, and there was no trace of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, and he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and as soon as he raised his footsteps, he was about to rush into the distance.

At this moment, there was a loud bang on the back, bursting out of a dazzling golden light, and the figure of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy loomed in the golden flames, and the two arms seemed to wave together.

One of the troll's heads suddenly flew into the sky, and strangely, there was no blood splattered from between his necks, and his eyes were full of horror, and his mouth was wide open, announcing a roar of horror and anger again.

The roar rang out, but I saw the disciple of the Wuwei Sect in the golden flame raise his right hand, and a dark red strange blade that looked like a knife and not a sword, like a sword and not a sword, flew out of his hand, turned into a length of several zhang, and slashed on the huge head of the troll, with a muffled sound of "bang", the blood light flashed, and the head was split in half, and in the sound of "snort", a blood-red light silk burst out from the strange blade, hitting the shattered skull, which was no less sharp than the blade, and in an instant, the broken head was already split.

A cloud of blood shadow flew out of the skull, teleporting like a flash, and it was a thousand feet away, and a small person who was a foot tall could be faintly seen in the blood shadow. Painted with sound and color, like a pocket version of the purple-robed man Mingchen. With a wave of his arms, he flew away into the distance again.

Suddenly, a big white jade-like hand appeared in the air. grabbed the past, Zhou's void condensed suddenly, the blood-colored villain waved his arms desperately but to no avail, and saw Bai Yu's big fingers clasped, catching himself in the middle, the green flame flashed in his palm, and the blood-colored villain's body burst into flames.

"Worry-free old man, you dare to ......"

The scarlet villain screamed, halfway through his words. But it stopped, his face was painfully distorted and changed, and his small body turned into ashes in an instant.

On the other side, the huge headless body shook violently like dancing hands and feet, and then fell forward like a jade pillar pushing the golden mountain.

The ground shook, the mountains shook, the dust and smoke were filled, and a large pit dozens of feet deep was knocked out of the ground.

The disciple of the Wuwei Sect in the Golden Flame stretched out his hand and pointed at the blood-colored strange blade in the distance, and the strange blade immediately announced a sharp scream. Flying towards the headless body wrapped in mud, sand and smoke, he slashed out blood-colored sword light in a chaotic manner, and in an instant, this huge body that should have been as safe as a rock was actually cut into several pieces......

Suddenly there was silence between the six groups. The eyes of all the monks were fixed on the blood-colored blade.

Many monks, only the nearest carefree person could see clearly, in the left hand of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect. There was also a blood-colored strange blade, just as the headless body fell. The strange blade disappeared along with the black armor worn by the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, looking at the appearance of the strange blade. It's nothing like this attention-grabbing blood-colored blade.

"Blood Demon Knife?"

A huge demon clan with black flames swirling around him muttered, and his gaze at the strange blade was full of vibration.

"What, this is the legendary Blood Demon Knife, which is blatantly extremely sharp!"

In addition to shock, the eyes of the other demon monk were full of admiration and longing.

The man's voice was not loud, but many monks around him could hear it clearly, and he began to talk in a whisper again.

"Weird, how could this magic knife be in Ye's hands?"

"It is rumored that this magic knife was auctioned in Canghai City not long ago!"

"I stowed!"

"Tut-tut, the Holy Rank Demon Treasure is blatant!"

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In the midst of the world's discussions, the strange blade suddenly flew high, swirled and twisted in the air for several weeks, and then turned into a blood-colored light thread and disappeared into the sleeves of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy.

The eyes of the world suddenly looked at the disciples of the Wuwei Sect.

But I saw that with a wave of the sleeves of the Wuwei Sect disciple's robe, the rolling golden flames fluttering around his body left his body one after another, turning into a golden fireball as small as a house, flying towards the broken corpses in the deep pit.

With a bang, the golden flame instantly filled the deep pit and burned violently.

Among the broken corpses, there was a rare Dao Guanghua jumping high, flying towards the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, in a flash, it disappeared into the sleeves of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, and between the blurs, it seemed to be a few storage bracelets and a big magic crystal of a fist with black light.

Regarding the chaotic gaze of the world full of all kinds of feelings, the disciples of the Wuwei Sect seemed to ignore it, turned around and bowed deeply to Wu Wu, and said loudly: "Thank you for your help, otherwise, the juniors will be injured in the hands of this demon!"

Hearing this, the world was in a gentle commotion.

There was a question in the hearts of all the monks, could it be that the reason why Ming Chen was killed by the disciples of the Wuwei Sect just now was because he had no worries and helped privately.

If you think about it, it's eight or nine points credible.

In the end, the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy suddenly disappeared without a trace, and suddenly appeared to kill the enemy with one blow after Ming Chen's death, this kind of ghost-like body and technique is really shocking and terrifying, doesn't this mean that with the sharpness of the Blood Demon Knife, if the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy want to hide their bodies and attack the other party privately, the other party will not have the opportunity to fight back?

Of course, if on the back of this successful attack, there was a monk at the level of a golden immortal who helped privately, the work would have become much easier.