The sword of might, breaking the army and destroying the city

The gods are natural, and the killing is unparalleled.

Tai'a, the mighty way to kill the sword, the sword intent is majestic, the universe is righteous, the mountains and rivers are towned, and the Qiankun is not taken lightly, and it is the first of the twelve weapons.

------- Supreme Twelve Instrument Reviews of the Mighty Dao Taia, Hidden Building

The Falling Moon Piano Platform is in ruins.

When the Qingyang Demon Lord escaped, he threw all kinds of traps everywhere, causing fires everywhere in the qintai, and the people of the Seven Peerless Sects on the periphery would definitely not go to put out the fire, so they could only let it burn.

In the midst of a collapsed pavilion, in the dead silence after the explosion, in the ruins, a bloodied hand suddenly poked out.

The demonic red glow shone, breaking the masonry that was pressing on Wu Wu's body.

He struggled to stand up with the magic knife, the wound on his body accompanied by movement, and the pain was enough to overwhelm anyone.

But the thin boy didn't feel it.

He was adopted by Zhang Chu since he was a child, and he was already in the Blood Demon Cave and was used to such pain.

It's just that although this injury is restrained by the magic knife, it is too serious, and he urgently needs to recuperate, otherwise he will still die tragically due to lack of qi and blood.

And he was pierced by Shen Qiu before, if he hadn't used the Blood Sea Demon Skill to heal the wound in his heart, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago and could not die again.

The magic skill left by this Mo Xie is really miraculous.

But he got up without worry, but he didn't pay attention to himself for the first time.

He reverted to red and blue eyes, searching the ruins of masonry behind him, the expression on his face worried.

Finally, under a masonry, he found Shen Qiu who was unconscious.

The young man wielded his magic knife, cut through the bricks and rubble, and dragged Shen Qiu out from under the rubble with difficulty.

After confirming that Shen Qiu was only in a coma and not dead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a shy smile appeared on his beautiful face covered in blood.

He sat on the ground and looked back at the burning platform behind him, with the magic knife in his hand.

The demonic red glow on the magic knife converged, but when it came into contact with the palm of his hand, it was absorbing the blood of the dead.

It's punishment!

Punishment from the Magic Knife.

The first time he carried a knife into the rivers and lakes, he lost to Shen Qiu in the first battle, and he drew blood in the second battle, but he still failed to defeat Shen Qiu.

Even the arrogant and demonic but evil also lost to the fierce Seven Stars Shaking Light.

I was also humiliated twice by the shaking knife!

It followed Zhang Moxie to run rampant in the world back then, and there were countless souls under the knife, but he had never suffered such a wretched spirit!

This made the magic knife extremely unhappy, and it used the most painful way to extract the blood of the dead, bringing him endless pain as punishment.

But the thin boy didn't care.

He has been in contact with evil all year round, and he has long been used to it.

After looking at the firelight and miserable ruins behind him, he turned his head again and looked at Shen Qiu, who was unconscious beside him.

The shy smile on his pale face, which had some of the characteristics of a Westerner, was even worse.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Shen Qiu's cheek, but when he saw the open wound on his hand, the stained stain and bloodstain, he slammed it back again.

For fear of destroying a treasure.

This is another Lord of the Sword.

He is probably the second person he has met in his short life, a person who can be compatible with the sword like him.

It's just that the difference is that what worries and no life encounters is the magic knife but evil.

And what Shen Qiu encountered was the Seven Stars Shaking Light.

It seemed that Shen Qiu was a little luckier.

But it doesn't matter.

The thin young man laughed, he felt that he had finally found his kind, although he was still fighting to the death just now, but it didn't matter.

It's good if it's the same kind.

He is finally no longer alone in this cold world.

Wu Wusheng rested for a stick of incense, and used the remaining blood sea true qi in his body, barely healing his already tattered body.

He leaned down and lifted Shen Qiu up with difficulty, holding the evil in one hand, while taking a few steps outward.

"Huh?"

He let out a soft sigh of confusion.

He spotted the Seven Stars Shaking Light embedded in the rubble.

He put Shen Qiu down, looked at the Demon Demon Knife in his hand, then pursed his mouth and stretched out his hand, trying to touch the handle of the Shaking Light Blade.

But before he could touch it, a fierce sword qi broke out of the blade, and was shattered by the evil spirit.

"It's so fierce, it's so beautiful."

Wu Wuming blinked, and the thought came to his mind.

He thought that if he brought this treasure knife back, Brother Zhang Chu would definitely be very happy.

Brother Zhang Chu's knife skills are also a must, and he is lacking a good knife.

The young man searched around, found a piece of rope, he used the rope to tie the shaking knife to Shen Qiu's back, and then carried Shen Qiu, limped, and walked towards the outside of the piano platform.

A moment later, the Seven Peerless Sect people gathered outside the piano platform that had been lit by the fire also saw the young man and the magic knife coming out of the ruins.

They hurriedly brought a carriage and asked Shen Qiu and Qixing Shaoguang, who were unconscious, to put them in the car.

When a man from the Seven Peerless Sect saw the seven stars shaking the light, he knew that it was a good knife.

A flash of greed flashed in his eyes.

He quietly reached out to touch the knife, and as soon as he stretched out a few inches, a strange red light came towards him.

"Poof"

The large skull flew out, and there was not a trace of blood in the neck wound.

The expressionless sorrow and lifelessness held the blood-soaked magic knife and sat cross-legged on Shen Qiu's side.

He glanced indifferently at the people around him, and although he couldn't speak, the meaning was already obvious.

Knives and people... Don't touch it!

If you dare to touch it, you will die!

The others were shocked, but this evil sword master was in the Seven Absolute Gates, but it was a terrifying legend.

He is a confidant of the sect advocate Chu, and he cultivates in the Blood Demon Cave on weekdays, once he is summoned by Zhang Chu, there will inevitably be a bloody disaster.

The most terrifying thing is that he also serves as the executioner of the Seven Peerless Sects on weekdays.

The number of disciples of the Seven Absolute Sects who died at his hands was no less than the number of disciples who died in the hands of decency.

No one dared to mess with this thin boy.

The surrounding seven peerless people rode fast horses, escorted the carriage, and quickly left the burning moon platform, and ran quickly in the direction of Suzhou.

They were going to make peace with the master of the sect and then withdraw from Suzhou.

But this group of people was very unlucky, and they encountered several waves of decent knights and Momen people along the way, and they suffered heavy casualties.

If it weren't for the magic sword and the evil suppression array, they wouldn't have been able to reach Suzhou City at all.

Rao was like this, and when he arrived in Suzhou, there were less than nine people left in the convoy.

At this time, Suzhou City is not safer than outside the city, because at this time, there are at least three masters of the heavenly list and seven masters of the earth list in the city.

The battlefield is in the center of the city, but it's not just the masters who fight.

The Seven Peerless Sects, the Five Elements Sect, and some elites of the Holy Fire Sect fought endlessly with those decent knights all over the city.

There were fierce fights everywhere.

The entire center of Suzhou City to the periphery has been reduced to a sand field.

Fortunately, there were more decent knights, and the soldiers on the official side were barely able to maintain it, but not many civilians were involved in the chaotic battle.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

The carriage sped through the night street and rushed towards the Flower Annex.

As they crossed a gatehouse, a dozen men with swords rushed toward the carriage, shouting.

When they rushed to the carriage, they were greeted by a strange red light, so fast that the knight had no time to react, and was slashed by the neck with a quick knife like the autumn wind.

Holding the magic knife, he flashed into the crowd in front of him.

The way he held the knife at this time was quite different from before, it was a little similar to Shen Qiu's moving movements, but when the demon knife was wielded, it was even more like the autumn wind.

This is clearly the knife technique of the autumn wind knife!

In the battle with Shen Qiu, he learned.

This is a simulation exercise.

The red mangs danced wildly, like an autumn wind passing through, and in just a few breaths, the ground was covered with dry bones that had been sucked blood, and this ruthless killing made the Demon Knife extremely satisfied.

When it was full of blood, it fed back some of the blood to the sorrowful life.

made the young man's pale face a little more ruddy.

But the red one is a little abnormal.

The next road is even more difficult to walk, there are chaotic fights everywhere, and if you are worried about your life, you simply don't take the carriage, but lead the way in front of the carriage, dare to block the way, whether you are right or evil, or cut it with a knife.

Few people can withstand the wreak of the magic sword. TVmobile/

"Where did the Demon Cult thief come from?"

Just as the carriage approached the annex and there were only a few streets left, a loud cheer rang out from the sky.

Holding the magic knife, Wu Wusheng suddenly turned around, and saw an old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe, with a white beard, a dust in his hand, and a fairy wind Dao bone sweeping down from the sky with a frown.

It's probably because of the pain of the killer, so that this old way can't look at it.

The two were a few feet apart, and as soon as the old man waved the dust, there was a majestic energy coming towards him, but he hissed evilly, smashing that energy.

Knowing that this was a master, he activated the Blood Sea Demon Skill in his body.

For a while, the red light of the magic knife soared, the ghost cried again and again, and the illusion added to the body, so that the old Dao also stumbled when he landed, but quickly stabilized his body.

His eyes became stern when he looked at the troubled man.

"Yunji! Sword coming! ”

Lao Dao threw the dust back, and a few feet behind him, a boy wearing ordinary clothes, but like a porcelain doll, with a frightened face, was holding an ancient sword.

When he heard his uncle's call, he threw the sword in his hand.

"Whoosh"

The ancient sword came out of its sheath, was pulled by the true qi, slashed several zhang, and fell into the hands of the old Dao.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, the momentum of this long sword changed greatly, and the true qi brought gusts of wind, blowing from both sides of the street.

As soon as Wu Wuxing's face changed, he held up the blood sea of qi, but before he could raise his knife for hand-to-hand combat, the old way was pressed by a sword.

The sword style is ordinary, neutral and peaceful, and it seems to be a novice carrying a sword.

But there is a feeling of Mount Tai pressing the top, forcing me to be worried and have to dance wildly, so that the blood-colored knife light fills the front of me.

"Bell"

There was a soft sound, like an alarm bell ringing, and he was beaten back dozens of steps without worry, his steps staggered, the magic knife in his hand roared, and a wide sword mark was cut out on the long street in front of him.

This old way, amazing!

But there is no fear of life.

As long as tonight, I don't meet another opponent with twelve weapons.

This magic knife is evil, and no one can stop it in this Suzhou city.

He dragged the demon demon knife, like a young tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and rushed towards the old road in front of him, and between the red lights, the old road was like being pulled into the sea of corpses and blood.

was shrouded by the double blood sea illusion of the blood sea demon skill and the evil one, which made the old way like a quagmire, and his elite swordsmanship was also a little sluggish.

"Ahh How dare a thief hurt my brother! ”

Just when he was fighting with the old way, another thunderclap sounded from the sky.

The aura of killing was like a cold winter, enveloping the entire long street in an instant.

The magic knife roared endlessly, and he waved his sword to force back the old way, and when he looked back, it was the purple sword qi that stabbed him.

"Master!"

The little Taoist priest of Yunji, who was frightened by this fight, suddenly shouted in surprise when he saw someone coming.

Who's coming?

Taishan is invincible!

He was still dressed in the same sloppy manner, but at this time he had an extra sword in his hand.

A purple, quaint sword.

The sword was simple in style, with a thick sword and a solid hilt, and it was cast in bronze.

The divine sword has no ears, and there is a purple sword intent buzzing on it, and every time it swings it, it has its own chilling killing aura.

The sword body is bronze-colored, three feet and seven inches long, the blade and palm width, and at the end of the sword body, there are two ancient characters.

"Taiah"!

This is the sword of the mighty Dao, the treasure of the Dao.

With this sword in hand, Huang Wushu is like a god descending from the sky, majestic and surging, and the sword intent is sharp, making people dare not look at it directly.

He was chasing the injured Red Lian Demon Lord, and when he flew over here, he saw that his own family Chong and his senior brother were fighting with a demon sect thief.

Although Senior Brother Chonghe is not as good as himself in martial arts, he is also a master on the top of the list, how can he be suppressed by ordinary people?

After a closer look, Huang Wudi realized that something was wrong!

That knife, but it's evil?

Isn't that Zhang Moxie's famous saber?

It is claimed that in addition to the Big Dipper, there is no second person in the world who can be tamed!

How could that blood-sucking magic knife appear in Suzhou tonight?

"Huh"

The purple mighty sword qi, sharp and unparalleled, flew out from the Huang Invincible sword blade, crossed several zhang, and slashed obliquely on the evil sword, this Huang Invincible shook the sword qi casually.

Although it was eventually counteracted by the evil.

But worrying about life is irresistible.

It's just a sword intent sword body, and his body is like being cut by ten thousand blades.

If it weren't for the magic knife protecting his heart, just a sword, he would be easily hacked to death by Huang Wuyi.

This magic knife is evil, it can make him hostile to the people in the list to be forcibly opened, it is already difficult to ask for victory, and now he meets the master of the heavenly list, and he is still holding the world's sharp weapons, and he is too powerful.

Rao is worrying and fearless, and at this time, there was already a trace of despair in his red and blue eyes.

This is not Shen Qiu.

This isn't the kind of opponent you can take down desperately.

"Senior Brother Chonghe!"

Huang Wushu is like a light night owl, falling beside the old Dao of the fairy wind bone.

He didn't care about worrying about his life, but leaned on the Tai'a sword and complained to the senior brothers around him:

"I'm here to subdue demons and eliminate demons, just to kill and rise, why are you here to join in the fun? Bring Yunji with you... Are you disgusted with my disciple's nonsense in the past, so you deliberately brought him to Suzhou to die? ”

"Smack"

Before Huang Wudi's complaint was finished, he was slapped on the shoulder by the angry Chong and Lao Dao.

This immortal wind bone veteran gritted his teeth and said:

"You still have the face to say!

If you hadn't taken away Wei Dao Tai Ah and said goodbye, how could I endure the pain of running thousands of miles? As for Yun Ji...

I have to bring him here, otherwise how can I bring my miserable brother back to his senses? Do you still have to be occupied by your Taishan reckless man? ”

"Huang Wumiao has a knot in his heart, he doesn't like to fight, you don't know!"

Huang Wudi turned his head to look at Wu Wudi, and he said dissatisfiedly:

"Let's sit down and talk about it, our Huang Wuwu is not as good as Huang Wumiao, but when it comes to fighting, Huang Wumiao is far inferior to our Huang Wumiao...

Senior brother, you protect Yunji, step aside, and watch me subdue demons and eliminate demons! ”

After speaking, Huang Wushu lifted Tai'a, waved his sword, and when he raised his hand, a sharp and unparalleled sword qi stabbed at Wu Wusheng.

The sword qi attacked, like ten thousand arrows in unison, if it could block one or two, how could it block all of them?

The beautiful young man looked desperate, this sword can't be stopped!

He's going to die!

But evil can't save him...

"Zheng"

The light sound suddenly sounded, just like a beautiful guqin, the strings were plucked, and it sounded soft.

In fact, it is the sound of gold and stone, opening mountains and cracking stones.

"Bang"

The mighty sword qi that Huang Wushu stabbed out was shattered in the air by the sharp blade that the invisible sound wave turned into, and the shattered true qi swept across the entire long street like a storm.

Everyone looked up, and they saw an old man in gray coarse cloth walking slowly behind the long street, in the shadowy darkness.

In his left hand, he holds an ancient lyre.

The right hand is plucking the strings slightly, as if tuning.

"Zheng"

There was another sound of the piano, and the sharp qi blade broke through the air, splitting into three strands in the night, hitting Huang Wushu and Lao Dao respectively.

There is also the little Taoist priest Yunji who is protected by the old Taoist.

"Huh"

Huang Wushu swung the Tai'a sword, and the purple sword qi flew out, slashing the sound killing energy.

But this time, there was something else in the murderous sound.

Where those shattered true qi were splashed, the scorching heat rose like flames, and even ignited the ruins of a small building beside him.

For a while, the fire was raging.

"Falling Moon Qin, Holy Fire Sect, Old Man Peach Blossom..."

Huang Wudi took a deep breath, he clenched the Tai'a Sword in his hand, his expression was solemn, and he said to the old man behind him:

"Senior brother, take Yunji away! The farther away the better..."

"Quick!"