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"Death Thorn Sword Qi? Do you think I'll never be wary of your move? ”

A hint of coldness flashed in thirty-one pairs of eyes, and behind his soaring figure, two slender black shadows suddenly protruded, and then turned into a pair of flying wings. At this moment, his degree more than doubled, and the wisps of strong wind swirling in the two black shadows behind him merged into the tip of the spear in his hand, and it was a fierce slash when he slashed.

Ping!

In the blink of an eye, several blue-purple sword lights shattered into specks of light and withered, and the tip of the spear that broke through the encirclement pressed against the rusty iron sword, and the two sides were at a stalemate, and neither of them would take a step back.

I saw that at this moment, behind Thirty-One, in the torn robe, a pair of light brown wings were unfolded, not the wings of a bird, but the epidermal bone wings like a bat.

With the help of this pair of bat wings, he was steadily suspended in mid-air, condescendingly suppressing Yuwen Daoming's iron sword with his spear. Moreover, the pair of bat wings were not just used for flying and floating, each faintly visible slender bone was stirring a circle of strange ripples, and the pervasive aura was tinged with tyranny.

"Sword Spirit, what is this?"

Ning Yue, who wanted to help, was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to ask the sword spirit.

"There are also many racial and tribal classifications in the demons, and not all demons have the posture of a human being. Among them, the physical characteristics of many low-level demons are closer to those of Warcraft. It is very common for a human-demon hybrid who inherited that part of the bloodline to grow some different limbs in the body. When the power of that part of the body is used, the part of the demon bloodline in the half-blood's body will be activated even more, showing a greater power than in the balanced form. ”

Sword Spirit replied in a slightly cold voice, as if in her opinion, this was just commonplace, and there was nothing to make a fuss about.

"Could it be that I'm likely to grow something like that on my body?" Ning Yue grinned for a while, although if he could grow a pair of wings, it would indeed be very practical. Wind Riding Realm powerhouses can only remain suspended in mid-air for a short time, while high-level mortal Venerable Realm powerhouses generally have the ability to condense qi as wings.

Soaring in the sky is something that any martial artist yearns for.

But if for that purpose, a pair of wings grew directly on his back, instead of condensing the Xuan Force, Ning Yue would still resist no matter what.

"Although the master can rest assured, the bloodline of the low-level demon clan inheritance does not have the ability to awaken the dark Xuan. Your blood is pure, and you are proud. ”

In the illusory world inside the sword, the last words spoken by the sword spirit did not let Ning Yue hear it.

"Just like I used to ......"

Clang!

At this moment, Yuwen Daoming and Thirty-One in the entanglement urged the Xuan Force to shake together, the guns and swords roared together, and each other's figures suddenly separated and retreated.

Among them, the strong wind swept down, and Yuwen Daoming took five steps back. And the thirty-one he faced, but he glided back a few meters in mid-air, and with the bats behind him trembling twice, he had already stabilized his body and continued to levitate in the air.

Looking at the pair of bats on the other side, Yuwen Daoming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "No wonder, you were able to escape in such a desperate situation. It turns out that what grows behind you is not just a pair of sharp ghost thorns, but also a pair of wings. It's really an enviable ability, if you don't practice special martial arts, let alone ride the wind realm, even the low-level mortal realm can't soar into the sky with your wings. ”

"If I could, I'd rather not have this pair of batwings, just want to exchange for a normal person's peaceful life."

Thirty-one sighed deeply, raised his left hand and stroked the bat wings behind him, and his eyebrows immediately frowned.

"Yuwen Daoming, the Death Thorn Sword Qi that you relied on the most was also broken by me. Next, are you ready to die? ”

As he spoke, his wings suddenly trembled and provoked like a sickle, with blood-colored ripples on the crescent-shaped pale brown edges. At the same moment, he gradually raised the tip of the spear under his oblique finger in his hand, and a brownish-red mist above the tip of the spear quickly condensed and rolled, and another pair of bat wings faintly opened from it.

The aura emanating from the whole person of Thirty-One has changed, becoming colder and more tyrannical. On his angry face, there were a few more obvious wisps of madness.

"It seems that over the years, you have more control over the part of the bloodline in your body that belongs to the demon race. But that's just it, if you want to kill me, you can't think too highly of yourself, right? Your current cultivation is the same as mine, riding the wind realm threefold. Counting the strength of your current Demon Clan's bloodline, it is already better than many common Wind Riding Realm fourfold powerhouses. But alas, it's still not enough. ”

Yuwen Daoming suddenly smiled slyly, his left palm slowly brushed the rusty iron sword in his hand, and a black mist rose out of thin air between his fingers, lingering on the blade of the sword, gradually enveloping its entire body.

At this moment, the eyes of the feather hunter and the sword warbler were staring at the same time. On top of Yuwen Daoming's iron sword, they could clearly feel a chill that made them feel chilled, and it seemed that a sharp claw had invisibly poked out and grabbed their souls fiercely.

At the same moment, the voice of the sword spirit sounded in Ning Yue's mind, compared to the usual faint and cold, this time, it was a little more urgent.

"Master, the fluctuation of that person's current aura is also the power of the demon race!"

"What?"

Ning Yue was suddenly startled, and hurriedly asked in his heart.

"Where did it come from, was it the power of his sword, or was it his own power?"

The sword spirit hesitated for a moment, and replied, "Both." The sword is the refining craft of the demon race, and what flows in his body is probably also the power of the hybrid blood of the human and demon races! ”

"Yuwen Daoming, you are also a half-demon?"

With a deep voice, Ning Yue understood that he wanted to know the answer now, and there was only one way left to question the other party directly.

Unexpectedly, Yuwen Daoming didn't hide it, and snorted coldly: "Huh? Unexpectedly, you actually appeared. Yes, I'm also a half-blood, a group of orphans who were sent to the frontier of all nations by demons decades ago. It's just that, unlike other half-demons who were born as pawns by demons, the power I first awakened did not come from the fighting power of another race. ”

"What's that?"

The thirty-one in the momentum was also extremely shocked, Yuwen Daoming turned out to be a mixed race of the two races, which was the first time he had heard of it even if he claimed to know a lot about each other. In his impression, Yuwen Daoming had an extremely strong sense of disgust for the half-blood demons, whipping and scolding at will, and like the demons, he only intended to train them into killing weapons that would only obey orders.

"That's ......"

Suddenly, Yuwen Daoming's voice stopped, and his lips trembled slightly.

"What is it?"

Thirty-one consciousness leaned forward a little bit of the body in mid-air, and at this moment, the iron sword filled with black mist drew an arc of cold light, and before it could gather momentum, it showed a fatal edge.

Ping!

In a hurry, because the blow of thirty-one was only seventy percent completed, the disadvantage suddenly appeared against Yuwen Daoming, who also showed the bloodline of the demon race. The red light condensed on the tip of the spear was cut off for the first time, and the sweeping spear was also opened by the opponent's sword, and the left hand that leaned out immediately after it formed a claw, and a strange black mist erupted from the sleeve, almost completely enveloping the entire palm.

"Get out of the way!"

The bat's wings trembled suddenly, and the scarlet ripples instantly transformed into countless streamers as slender as rain, each of which was cold and sharp, and it was definitely no less than the swift arrows that the strings shot out.

"It's useless!"

Yuwen Daoming snorted, and his left claw in the black mist suddenly clenched. At this moment, the black mist tumbled and expanded, condensing into a giant claw the size of a human being, and the tips of the five claws closed together and slashed at the momentum.

Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite!

In an instant, all the red light shattered, and in the black mist that gradually collapsed, a flash of edge flashed again, and the rusty iron sword that lingered in the black mist pulled up an arc of afterimage and slashed down diagonally.

Clang!

Barely raising the barrel of the gun to block the sword slash, Thirty-One didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and the other party's pursuit of the offensive followed. This time, he couldn't hide from it anymore.

Boom!

A palm was slammed on the chest of Thirty-One, and at the moment of the Xuanli shock, Yuwen Daoming smiled coldly, and suddenly the ragged sleeve of his left hand shattered in the swollen wind, and his bare arm was also inflated. The left hand retreated slightly, turned the palm into a fist, and at the moment when the opponent was about to fall, he pursued the second blow again.

Rumble!

The figure trembled, and thirty-one fell and smashed on the ground in an instant, the deep pit subsided and emerged, and the two bat wings folded weakly on the sides of the body, as if they could no longer move.

Above, Yuwen Daoming, who had fallen by the way, turned his head and dodged the arrows of the sneak attack of the feather hunt. Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, grabbed the tail feathers of the arrow, and then threw a backhand, and actually hit back at the feather hunt that was going backwards.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air and whistling is even better than when Yu Hunt directly fires the bow and arrow.

Ding——

The second feather arrow was fired, and the sharp point of the arrow happened to collide with the arrow that hit back, but he didn't want to lose half of the strength, so he was forcibly cut open by the feather arrow, penetrated through, and continued to attack the feather hunt.

Ping!

Between the lightning and the fire, a red sword light slashed diagonally in front of Yu Hunt, and Ning Yue held the sword to protect each other and intercept the arrows. However, the corners of his mouth were also slightly grinning, and his right hand holding the sword was slightly paralyzed.

didn't look at Ning Yue and Yu Daoming's eyes to be regarded as his opponent, only the thirty-one who fell at his feet. To be precise, the opponent should be thirty-one just now.

"At the beginning, the dormant demon bloodline in my body brought more energy and the cunning of the demons. That's why I was able to climb all the way up, not only secretly obliterating the demon powerhouse who wanted to control me, but also taking this as a credit to become the superior, and finally eradicating the people who dared to oppose me step by step, and sitting in the position of Marshal of the East. ”

With that, the iron sword in his hand slowly drooped, pointing diagonally at the thirty-one below.

"I should have taught you that when you defeat your opponent, you have to take them by surprise and attack them unprepared. I only know that if you go head-to-head and collide, you will definitely suffer a big loss. I'll mention it again tonight, but for the last time. ”

"Feather Hunt, give me some of your blood!"

Behind, Ning Yue's long sword was handed to Yu Hunting. At the same time, he threw a freshly refined Blood Yuan Pill into his mouth.

Just now, the sword spirit told him something, something that could turn the situation around.

The Dark Xuan Ancient Sword has a certain degree of restraint ability for the demons, even if they are just half-blooded half-demons with some bloodlines. She only needs to slash a sword and touch the blood in the opponent's body, and she is sure to hit it hard.

And I am afraid there is only one chance. As Yuwen Daoming himself said, he was taken by surprise and attacked unprepared.