Du Fanglin's saber is not well-known in the martial arts, but it is from the hands of famous artists, and the ink fracture fan is different, the selection of materials lasted ten years, and it is the most suitable weapon for its martial arts characteristics.

The madness of Confucian sword poetry and wine is ink-colored, the sword body seems to have an amber luster, the blade is as clear as wine, the hilt of the sword is elegantly decorated with white jade, there is the atmosphere of Confucianism, the sun and the moon are engraved on one side, and a seven-word poem symbolizing the prosperity of Taoyao is written on one side.

The iron of the sword body is like an assembly line, with very abstract words and patterns, which are actually an excellent route for the flow of spiritual power. This sword is not a murder weapon, but a tool for the sorcerer to manipulate the four wilds. Therefore, Du Fanglin's sword must not come from the hands of Shower Yusheng, but chose to turn to a more secure character.

In the midst of the chaos, the Confucian Sword and the Red Fire collided with each other, forming a long series of fierce flames.

The figures are staggered again.

In the midst of the scorching and blazing flames of the red gauze ink cloth, the brilliant move crossed the shadow of the desolation, the palms of the two palms were against each other, and the evil spear thrown by the volley of the nine calamities slashed through the left side of the Confucian for the second time. For a while, righteousness and demonic flames attacked each other, and there was no distinction between good and evil in the chaos, and the demons seemed to be still in the dark, but people were stepping between black and white.

The energy shook the two figures.

A deep scar on the chest of the Nine Calamities cut the armor of the heart. The fan did not succeed, and it was defeated by the foundation that the two were comparable.

Perhaps in terms of foundation, Du Fanglin still has to be better.

But the experience of the battlefield has saved nine disasters and one life!

The sword dissipated, and the ink fracture fan swirled up from the dust, returning to the pale and bloodless five fingers between the sleeves. The Confucian sword re-entered the ground, and the bluestone fell to the ground and scattered dust and smoke; The curtain was torn apart entirely, with only a little dark red, like flying yarn, like residual blood.

The Nine Calamities spun around and stood still, the red fire spears returned to their hands, the flames cut a warp and weft between the two, and the darkness enveloped them again.

Du Fanglin holds the fan with five fingers in his left hand, and then presses the hilt of the sword with his right hand. He was divided into three ways in an instant, and it was clear that the flesh was in the tiger's mouth, and the time, place, and people were no longer good; But with a fan to open the formation, the sword to open the predicament, a single shadow in this dark world to open a different realm, just to win three points of geographical advantage and time.

It is clear that the nine calamities start the way to kill, but when it comes to the end, it makes people feel that all this is still in the hands of the fan. It's just that the dripping blood stains say that in reality, it is still dark and dominant, and the demon world has the upper hand.

Especially after the extreme move, everything is lost, only the darkness stands still, the Xenomorph Demon Realm is still the Xenomorph Demon Realm, and the second move is still brewing. But the sudden shock caused the two to stop at the same time, and the dust settled and fell into silence.

At this time, on Pingshan, it is the practice of Emei to the extreme, and one palm starts the way of life from the outside and the inside. Including Su Huanyu Sheng, everyone was impatiently thrown out of the alien dimension by the demon world, but in this darkness, no one made a move, and they fell into a stalemate for a while.

The shaking stopped, and the time had passed.

The Nine Calamities gave up Su Zhen and decided to kill Du Fanglin first. It's just that he has always been more conservative than the temptation of the Nakahara Righteous Path, but this born Confucian is competing with each other everywhere, which has brought great losses to the demon world. This is not to contain each other, but to secretly cooperate with each other's killing intent!

"The passage is ruined, and now you are alone." Nine Calamities turned around, pointed diagonally at the red fire, and calmed his breath. A long-lost figure was stepping out from behind, with pointed ears and demon patterns, red hair like fire, and a spear upside down, and it was the evil man who had been one of the pioneers of the demon world who had died before.

When the internal troubles are eliminated and there is no need for someone to preside over the passages on all sides and the deployment of troops, there will be much more manpower to be mobilized.

In the darkness on all sides, there were five more strange breaths. There are the remnants of the generals of the demon race, and there are also the newly activated combat power of the evil race. The demon dragon is immortal, the energy is endless, and the killing is inexhaustible.

In the dark, Du Fanglin was the only one.

Beyond the Xenomorphic Realm.

Sensing the sword immortal trail from the fluctuation of space, he successfully saw Su Huanzhen and Shower Yusheng, and encountered the arrogant red dust on the way. After meeting with Fu Leshu who stayed outside Yuanjiao Village, they divided into four routes.

The second rendezvous, the exchange of information, only one person is missing.

"Maybe it's a different way!" Jianzi Immortal Trace guessed so.

Su Huanzhen, Shower Yusheng, and Jianzi Immortal then looked at the fourth person in unison.

Fu Leshu was dressed in blue, gentle and elegant, and was fiddling with a fan. "I haven't seen my master for a long time, so I really don't know what he thinks." The scholar said slowly, "The Lu Guantu was indeed exchanged from a demon, but there is only one copy. ”

Whether there was any other way out of the Demon Realm, he didn't know.

Su really thought slightly.

"I'll check the situation at other suspicious entrances and exits first!" After all, it is better to know than others, and the fragrant white lotus immediately made a decision, swept the dust, and disappeared in the air.

Shower Yusheng was covered in blood, and seeing that Fu Leshu and Aoxiao Hongchen both shifted their eyes to him, the wild man bowed slightly, "I'll also go to Yuanjiao Village to have a look!" "My friend's whereabouts are unknown, how can I not be in a hurry as a friend, Shower Yusheng can still stay calm, and as soon as the voice falls, the figure disappears.

"I'll take my leave." Proud Hongchen originally didn't say a word, but after the empty-handed Shower Yusheng left, his brows furrowed slightly, and he nodded again towards the Sword Immortal Trace, and turned around in the direction where Su Huanzhen left.

In a blink of an eye, only Fu Leshu and Jianzi Immortal Traces remained.

"Anyway, it's over." The scholar exhaled lightly and used the folding fan to hide the sweat in his palms, "I'm also going to look for clues, Mr. Jianzi, I'll talk about it later." Fu Leshu put away the folding fan, turned around and strode away.

The sword immortal trail watched everyone.

The white-clothed Taoist looked at the sky, his white hair slightly drooping to cover his eyes, "Ha, the matter has come to this." He said to himself, "Hmm...... It's a matter of Confucianism, so inform your friend Longsu of the matter first! ”

Go to Shulou Longsu, and then ask your friend Buddha Sword by the way, maybe things can be broken down.

Su Huanzhen rushed all the way to another entrance and exit of the Demon Realm to visit Liao Jingyuan.

Shower Yusheng turned around halfway, but he didn't go to Yuanjiao Village at all, but he knew how to go to Xiaopenglai quickly!

Inside the Xenomorphic Demon Realm.

Du Fanglin, who was trapped in the land of the evil clan, moved his five fingers lightly, and his expression did not move. This battle is different from the past. In the past, although he faced more difficult enemies in the Dao Realm, he had no intention of fighting, but he himself was trying to create a new trick when his disciples were full of resentment, and at that time there was nothing behind him, and he was walking the path of breaking and standing without regard for life and death. At this time, he has already started all over again, and he has re-held the ink fan, which means that he has regained the responsibility on his shoulders.

Without saying a word, he put down his spear from his shoulder, pointed diagonally downward, and moved forward with his footsteps behind him.

The time to kill the Nine Evils is gone.

From the very beginning, the probability of evaluation was only about 50%. Now that we do the math, it's almost time...... Five fingers and one button, the Confucian folded fan between his sleeves, and heard a "pop" sound.

The Evil Boy in the rear let out a soft snort, and the gun movement was stopped.

Now, the Nine Calamities are no longer in a hurry to kill. The Demon Realm is sure to win, and the trapped people seem to be difficult to get out. Du Fanglin was not willing to make any deal with the Nine Calamities at all. However, he can delay it for a while.

"Hmm...... "Therefore, congenital people always like to procrastinate like this.

Surrounded by all sides, the Nine Calamities stared coldly.

Du Fanglin slowly spit out a word: "I." ”

He said slowly: "I, there is nothing to say! ”

At this moment, the demon dragon in the other space was alarmed again!

After getting out, Lin Wushuang, who had just arrived in Pingshan, asked for the direction from the Buddha's sword point, and the first thing he did was to throw the Mingyue sword in his hand. The sea of clouds churned, and a sharp mang pierced the sky with the momentum of ten thousand jun, and the blade of the sword was exactly the red mark in the void, which was the weakness of the demon dragon's body and the place where the demon heart was.

This sword is a message.

The dragon was furious and shook.

In the depths of darkness, where the demon heart is, it is the place where the evil race has received it. Du Fanglin was slowly speaking, although he was under siege, he did not hesitate to perceive that little bit of information, and at the same time he accelerated his speech and suddenly drew his sword with his right hand and slashed horizontally, "The elegance is stunning!" ”

A sword that cut off the void and reality, across the dark hall, the clear sword blade only left a long mark in the air and shattered, and the sword body had the word Fang Fei flashed slightly, and the peach was miraged, like a brilliant country. The wind, which was cut off by the sword, suddenly whistled behind the visual illusion.

The spear came first, and the evil man was the most daring and closest among the generals. In an instant, the shadow of the gun was like a wave, blocking the amazing move.

The red fire is like a snake's kiss and then peeking into the gap, the two short spears are in no particular order, and the ink fracture fan that comes across the gap is staggered and sonorous, and the red shadow of the nine calamities has passed, and he has already avoided the sword sideways, and with a backhand, the evil spear penetrates deep into the body...... There is no blood splashing, but there is a broken wind that severs the space here!

The Hidden Divine Technique.

Abandoning the ink fracture fan as a stand-in, he attracted the body of the demon dragon with a sword, cutting off the main hall and cutting the space. Just as the sword of the past came from the sky, tearing apart the illusion of the Flame Demon City that descended in mid-air, in the transformation of virtual and real, Du Fanglin's left hand changed and he had already withdrawn from the encirclement.

There is endless chaos in the other space, how to find the right exit?

The cliff above the primeval forest of Hanhai, the fairy who is out of the world talks about the lack of desire, the light and shadow descend on the body and the shape is beginning to stabilize, and he sees the current one-person ape arm stretched, and the current side by side of the Beiyu Imperial City Wang Beichen Yin stepped on the mountain stone he stepped on, and the dragon bow suddenly shook, and the three sharp arrows met the empty and invisible space crack in the primeval forest.

The sharp arrows are off the string, but they are stirred by the wind, and the three arrows are like one, and a scream is faintly having the effect of tearing the space.

And these three arrows came from the furnace hidden in the back mountain of Jufengli, but they were the defective products that could be used among many waste arrows.

With a click, swirling by the wind, Beichen Yin couldn't help but take a step back, and cracks appeared on the Canglong bow.

At the same time.

Shower Yusheng has also quickly returned to Xiaopenglai. But he was a step too late, and he only saw the sky above the sky, and he didn't know where it went...... Or shoot a white arrow mark in the air.

On the eaves of the abandoned building, only a broken bow and an arrow remained. Shower was a little more single-footed, put away the remnants of the bow and arrows here, and looked around, but there was no one in sight.

Yuanjiao Village.

The person who really arrived here was precisely Fu Leshu, a scholar in blue who said that he was going to find clues.

And refers to the invisible wind that cuts the long bow full of strings.

The arrow deflected in the direction and fell somewhere, and the person holding the bow hung a jade ornament on his waist, and was caught off guard by the force of the backlash and was almost cut to the throat by the broken bowstring.

Fu Leshu knocked the person out from behind with a light palm, seeing that he did not hurt his life for the sake of the same door. He was silent for a moment, leaned over to pick up the remaining two arrows, and turned to move towards other places that might be related to the Demon Realm.

Su really naturally went to the Liao Jing Temple.

The arrows designed by Ling Hu Shenyi's dedication have initially possessed the function of creating spatial rifts.

When Du Fanglin stepped out of the deserted Buddhist temple, he saw a sharp light, his big sleeves swayed into the wind, and his five fingers were together, and he was an arrow in his hand.

When he looked up again, he saw that on the yellow wall of the Zen Temple, the bowman who covered his face with a mask and was dressed in the dark lines of the old red clothes raised his eyes coldly, as if he was sorry and seemed to bow slightly. The nameless bowman put away the bow and crossbow that was resting on the crook of his arm, and when he saw that the man had returned without incident, he turned and turned away from the wind.

It was at this time that the fragrant white lotus came to the outside of the Senliao Meditation Temple.

And the empty-handed Du Fanglin is raising his sleeves to sweep open the gate of the quiet courtyard!