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"You kid, don't fight with Lao Tzu, are you too Qingdao, or are you from the Pure Yang Sect?!"

This is obviously the warning area of the Shangyuan faction, and with the scolding of the old man with a sheepbeard, the disciples of the Shangyuan faction around him also looked over here, with a playful and joking look on their faces.

A few months ago, with the Yinyue Dynasty as the starting point, the demons of the world launched a devastating battle against the human race, killing people when they met them, leaving no prisoners, under the threat of life and death, the human race in the world had to unite, and without the suppression of Xuanxin Zhengzong, the second- and third-rate sects in the Dao world rose strongly.

After that, under the leadership of Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang and others, the human race immediately launched a fierce counterattack against the demon race, and the results were awe-inspiring, until now, in the case of Ye Feng's departure, the demon race is completely at a disadvantage.

When the external enemy disappears, the internal strife begins, which is really a wise saying. The next thing is the routine, and the various sects in the world begin to divide their interests, and the struggle begins.

Ye Feng's eyes swept over the people of the Shangyuan faction, and there was also a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

When the old man saw this, he was immediately furious, and roared like a fur: "Damn, you kid! Lao Tzu doesn't teach you a lesson, you really think I'm in the Yuan faction I'm afraid that you are too Qingdao and pure Yang Sect! ”

The next moment, bang!

Sen Ran's demonic qi shrouded in, with a sonorous roar, a scarlet cold light crossed the air, and a sword suddenly appeared in Ye Feng's hand.

The old man was going to continue scolding, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but gasp, glared at Ye Feng, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are the Demon Lord of the Seven Nights?" Old...... Lao Tzu is a ...... of the Shangyuan faction"

Ye Feng stretched out his left hand and shook it in a void.

Bang!

The pitch-black brilliance flowed, and a huge invisible hand suddenly appeared in the air, and squeezed it suddenly, and the old man's body exploded directly, and pieces of debris scattered scattered, and blood stained red all around.

"Noise." Ye Feng frowned and said lightly.

Wow! Suddenly, the disciples of the Shangyuan Sect in all directions burst into chaos, either filled with righteous indignation, or trembling, or turned around and fled, or shouted and scolded arrogantly...... All kinds of expressions, and so on.

The changes here immediately spread in all directions, and the entire sect guarding the Netherworld Spring was shaken.

"Demon Lord, in today's world, my human race is thriving, the demon race is declining, and now only you are left with the Demon Palace, and you are not captured?! If you resist stubbornly, don't blame me for breaking your body into thousands of pieces, beating your soul to pieces, and not entering the six realms of reincarnation! ”

In the Shangyuan faction, he immediately stood up with a young handsome man with clear eyebrows and a bit of fairy wind and bones, chic and elegant, and very eloquent, he just scolded and immediately got the response of everyone around him.

Under Ye Feng's strong pressure, many people at the scene either turned around and fled, or they couldn't even run away because they were too afraid and weak, only a very small part of them were out of a Dao heart and stuck here, and these very few people were also pressed by Ye Feng and didn't dare to speak, this person in front of him could stand up, and although he made this call, although it was nonsense, he could also be called a man who made a loud declaration, which is indeed good.

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth hooked, chuckled and yawned, and the Yixi sword held in his right hand was slowly and slowly withdrawn.

It can also be seen from here that he is not only a jealous and hateful person, but also a person with a bad taste, the reason why it is so slow is to let everyone on the scene deeply experience the depression and horror of death, and taste the taste of death.

"It's ...... Slash the Sky and Draw the Sword! The young man's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with indescribable fear, and it took a long time for him to slowly spit out this sentence.

And the disciples of the same sect behind him, only to hear the sound of popping, the disciples of the Shangyuan Sect fell to the ground one after another, under this deep and clear suppression of death, they were actually frightened to death.

"Yawn...... Forget it, I won't tease you, let's all die for this holy monarch. ”

Ye Feng yawned, opened his eyes suddenly, and with a flash of divine light, he suddenly accelerated the speed of drawing the sword in vain, this increase was as fast as lightning, and the sword spun around Ye Feng's waist quickly, and a perfect circle appeared.

Boom!!

The scarlet sword light burst out, like a mountain torrent erupting, like ripples swinging in all directions, and before all the people of the Shangyuan Sect could react, they heard the sound of snorting continuously, and within a radius of a thousand zhang, all the decent disciples were all cut off!

"Ahh

An incomparably terrible roar rang out violently, and all the people in a radius turned into a burial place, stained the earth with blood, red and bloody.

Although the physical fitness of the human race cannot be compared with the demons, but they are cultivators, to a certain extent, they are no longer mortals, otherwise it is impossible to fight with the demons, their physical fitness is naturally extremely strong, even if they are cut off, it is only a big loss of Taoism, and they will not be killed immediately, which is also somewhat similar to the zombies in the West, only if the head is bombarded, they will really die, and some profound monks have condensed the Yuan Shen, even if the head is blown to pieces, the Yuan Shen is immortal, Their souls can be preserved, and they can use the means of snatching away, and then they can take a stinky skin.

Ye Feng's sword was cut down, and these Shangyuan sect disciples were also not dead, their upper bodies were cut off, and they all lay on the ground, roaring, scolding, and cursing angrily, and all of them had extremely painful looks on their faces, unable to die, but they could not recover.

All of them were covered with pain and struggle, and the black dead gray climbed up their faces, all of them turned into Bao Qingtian, and what was even more strange was that in the center of the eyebrows, a red lotus flower appeared all of them.

"Demon Lord, you're finally here!" At this moment, an extremely familiar voice sounded.

Yin.

At the same time, there was a crisp and pleasant voice that shouted coldly: "The Great Array of Immortal Suppression Demons!" Since Yan Chixia has appeared, this voice is naturally made by Sima Sanniang.

The swishing sound continued, and the top masters of the human race couldn't help but gather here, and with Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang, the top masters among these righteous monks, they immediately turned into a well-trained army, and they cooperated very tacitly, and each of them appeared with a thousand umbrellas with a handle painted with dense spells, and the tide-like crowd aimed at Ye Feng in all directions, and a large array of thousands of people was immediately formed.

Yan Chixia swept the miserable situation around her, trembled with anger, pointed at Ye Feng, and said, "You, you are simply ...... In a frenzy! (To be continued.) )