Yan Fei's red eyes were not angry at all, and he stared at Ziyuan Zhenren.

Ziyuan Zhenren was holding a demon slaying sword, and after hearing the order of the head Ziling Zhenren, he had to evacuate.

It's just a matter of leaving, but when you leave, you have to leave a sentence.

"One Day ......"

Before the words fell, Yan Fei, who had already merged with the Evil Sword Human Sword, gathered the strongest sword yuan and slashed over with a sword.

The sword falls.

A bright red, blood-red red.

Brush!

The half-moon-shaped blood-colored sword slashed down towards the Ziyuan real person.

Ziyuan Zhenren, the fourth elder of the Shushan Sword Sect, this Shushan Sword Sect combines the characteristics of the two realms of immortal martial arts.

It can not only cast some immortal spells, but also use sword skills to combat in close combat.

And Ziyuan Zhenren's ontological cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Martial God Realm, and in the Shushan Sword Sect, he is definitely in the top ten.

Even so, at this moment, feeling the strong demonic aura surging on Yan Fei's body, looking at the blood-colored sword light slashing in front of him, Ziyuan Zhenren's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"This son, such a strong demon. ”

In this case, Ziyuan Zhenren can only fight.

He clenched the Demon Slashing Sword, concentrated on it, and his internal cultivation had been run to the extreme, this Demon Slaying Sword Mountain released a strong Haoran righteousness, and fought against Yan Fei's demon breath.

At this critical moment.

In the distance, a light and shadow flickered, accompanied by an angry roar: "Ziyuan, you don't even listen to the words of this seat, quick, let me go." ”

Ziyuan Zhenren was suddenly startled, and in a flash, he saw that the light and shadow were the soul condensation of Ziling Zhenren, the head of the Sword Sect.

Ziling was really in a hurry, condensed his soul and turned into a body, and arrived as quickly as possible.

Now that Yan Fei's sword trick has been released, the light and shadow transformed by Ziling's real soul condensation suddenly turned into a flying sword, and stabbed straight towards the evil sword in Yan Fei's hand.

Ziyuan Zhenren really wanted to have a good competition with Yan Fei, but Ziling Zhenren's orders he had to listen.

Helpless, Ziyuan Zhenren could only accept the sword move, turn around and leave.

Then there was a loud bang, which shook the heavens and the earth, covering the entire Shushan region, and the blood-colored sword that Yan Fei slashed was hit by the flying sword that Ziling Zhenren condensed and transformed.

That's where the popping sound comes from.

The Evil Sword immediately deflected at an angle, but this blood-colored sword light did not change.

Until this moment, Ziyuan Zhenren didn't know why Ziling Zhenren ordered him to evacuate quickly, because Yan Fei's sword, he couldn't catch it at all, even if he had a demon slaying sword in his hand.

The deflected angle of the sword was extremely swift and continued to slash towards Ziyuan Zhenren.

Just when Ziyuan Zhenren had just turned around and was about to run, he had no time to run, and with a poof, he directly cut off his right arm.

It was the arm that held the Demon Slaying Sword.

"Ah......h

A scream, hysterical.

Yang Luo Yin Xuan and the other five old men watched this scene, and the expressions of the five people were the same, all of them were stunned and stunned, and the five of them were motionless, as if they had been banned.

At the same time, the true deity of Ziling Zhenren in the main hall of the Shushan Sword Sect immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The old men in the main hall were shocked and stepped forward one after another.

"Master, are you injured?"

"Senior Brother in charge, did Yan Fei break your condensation transformation?"

"Senior Brother in charge, your injury?"

Ziling Zhenren wiped the blood marks from the corners of his mouth, took a spirit pill, and then waved his hand at everyone and said, "Don't worry, this seat is fine." suffered a small injury, but saved the lives of the four junior brothers, it was worth it. ”

One sentence made everyone even more shocked.

Without waiting for everyone to speak, Ziling Zhenren hurriedly said: "Everyone, hurry up to the Demon Slaying Sword Formation, join forces with other fellow Dao to build a defense line, and never let the Demon Dao rush into Shu Mountain, go quickly." ”

"Yes. ”

Ziling Zhenren's tone was extremely serious, and all the old men knew the seriousness of the problem, without saying a word, the powerhouses of the Shushan Sword Sect turned around and left, turning into lights and shadows and disappearing into the main hall.

Boom, boom, boom!

By now, the Demon Slaying Sword Array no longer existed, and with a huge roar, the power contained in the sword array burst out.

The person who was beheaded by Yan Fei on his right arm was seriously injured.

Moreover, the Demon Slaying Sword had already fallen to the ground with his right arm, and he was unwilling and couldn't figure out that just one Yan Fei could have this strength.

The Demon Slaying Sword Formation was originally specially designed for Demon Slayer, but Yan Fei broke the Demon Slaying Sword Formation with a demon body.

And himself, one by one, was so powerless in the face of Yan Fei.

Right now, there was no time to think about it, Ziyuan Zhenren's heart was also full of fear, he knew that if it wasn't for the flying sword turned into by the senior brother in charge, if he fought hard with Yan Fei, now, I am afraid that he would not be as simple as breaking an arm.

Ziyuan Zhenren was extremely capable of running and cultivating, and with the fastest speed he could achieve, he disappeared into the void.

Fleeting, without a trace.

Obviously, Yan Fei didn't really mean to ask for Ziyuan's real life.

But he had said that the Demon Slayer Sword had to stay, and there was no doubt that he had achieved his goal.

With a slight wave of his left hand, a soft energy swept towards the ground, and he rolled the demon slaying sword and pulled it back in front of him.

Along the demon slaying sword suspended in front of him, the corners of Yan Fei's mouth showed a somewhat satisfied smile.

Slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the hilt of the Demon Slaying Sword, but when his hand was still more than a foot away from the hilt, the heroic righteousness on the Demon Slaying Sword suddenly gathered and surged directly towards Yan Fei's hand.

As a holy sword, and it is a demon slaying sword that specializes in overcoming demons, Yan Fei's strong demonic breath is enough to force it to defend itself and fight back independently, and the force of the counterattack is very strong, even Yan Fei has to withdraw his hand.

The more the Demon Slaying Sword was like this, the more Yan Fei felt excited.

He condensed the demon breath again, reached out to grab the demon sword, and the result was still the same, the mighty righteous qi surging on the demon sword could be described as the nemesis of the demon qi, and he tried three times in a row, but Yan Fei failed to succeed.

After a few breaths, Yan Fei shook his head helplessly.

He took a look at the surrounding scene, the Demon Slaying Sword Array no longer existed, and in the distance, he could vaguely see the five demon kings, as well as the tens of thousands of demon cultivators.

On the ground, several old men had a posture and an expression, as if they were frozen.

Goblin?

It's just Yan Fei's side.

Since the Demon Slaying Sword has such a strong restraint and resistance to the demon breath, Yan Fei is simply restrained and demonic, so that his state gradually returns to normal.

Sure enough, when Yan Fei's eyes returned to normal and all the demon breath outside his body disappeared, he reached out again and grabbed the hilt of the demon slashing sword. As a high-grade holy weapon, with its own instrument soul, the Demon Slaying Sword is still resisting Yan Fei, but unfortunately, in Yan Fei's hands, it is powerless to get rid of it at all.