A heavy muffled sound echoed through the valley, and a figure screamed and burst through the clouds.

"Ah!! What the hell is this! "Wuchen is stupid.

One punch shattered his body-protecting true qi, and last night's Kerryrick wasn't so fierce!

"I don't believe it!"

Seven or eight clouds were shattered in a row, and Dustless's body twisted in the air, and his foot stepped on the sword again.

"I am proficient in the Heavenly Demon Sword Dao, and I can kill even a monk in the Transformation Stage when I use the forbidden art. No matter how you look at this guy, he's at the same level as me, so it stands to reason that he shouldn't be able to break my Shura Sword Formation head-on. ”

"Just why ......"

As Dustless was thinking, the sky darkened without warning, and a shadow rushed into the sky like a meteor.

It's Fan Jiang!

That guy jumped a hundred feet high and chased him into the sky!

"Isn't it!"

Wuchen's heart shook wildly, and the flying sword in his hand let out a soft roar, and he came back to his senses from this terrifying sound.

"Momentum, Ten Thousand Demon Sword Formation!"

Dustless slapped the storage bag, and the twisted soul roared out and swirled around the sky. Thousands of swords gave it to its body, and the surrounding clouds turned into a grinding space, just waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.

Seeing this, Fan Jiang's momentum was still unabated, but he withdrew his left hand and slowly opened it.

"I am proficient in hundreds of chess and cards, and I wanted to accept you as an apprentice. But if you go wild in front of me, it seems that you have no chance. As he spoke, he clenched his palms into claws and slowly retracted them.

For a while, all the demons wailed, and Wuchen only felt that the spiritual power in his body was stagnant because of this, and every move required several times the strength.

"It's ......"

Wuchen looked uneasily at the space around him, which seemed to be under great pressure and was shaking incessantly. And he himself was like a small pebble, held in the palm of Fan Jiang's hand.

"The Law of Space!"

Wuchen howled in his heart, shouting about the injustice of the world.

The laws are the same as the Supreme Dao, they are things that can only be touched by people who are about to become gods, but Fan Jiang's strength is not much stronger than him, how can it be ......

How did he know that Fan Jiang could make friends even with gods, how could he be an ordinary zombie!

didn't have time to think about it, the dustless method was pinched, and a jade jue on his waist was shattered, and a mysterious pattern rippled like water waves, breaking the blockade.

At the same time, Fan Jiang looked up to the sky and roared, and a tall phantom appeared behind him, half demon and half god. His right claw swept down, and the phantom behind him followed suit, tearing through the sky.

The way of gods and demons, tearing the sky with one claw!

The furious power of destruction swept through the sky, and a large array of hundreds of powerful demon souls was torn apart layer by layer in this claw of Fan Jiang. Wuchen roared wildly in the center of the storm, the seal on his fingertips supporting a bloody light, his right hand rummaging wildly in the void, his eyes full of madness.

"Come out for me!"

His eyes were overflowing with blood, and the knuckles holding the seal were twisted. These efforts were not in vain, and at that moment, his hand touched an invisible string.

That's his only life!

"Found it!"

With a roar, Wuchen turned his fingers into a sword, picked off the silk thread that blocked the space, and actually drew a door.

"Transfiguration, give me death!"

A black door unfolded behind Fan Jiang, and a dustless figure suddenly appeared, the long sword was stained with blood, and it slashed at Fan Jiang.

"How can you escape?"

Fan Jiang was slightly stunned and stretched out his hand to block the sword. But the sword had no substance, and it passed between his arms!

"It's fake!"

The joking voice sounded quietly, and a sword condensed with boundless killing intent slashed at Fan Jiang's neck!

The sound of gold and iron exploded in the sky, and the light reappeared in the world at this time. Fan Jiang's body shot straight down like a missile and sank into the mountains!

"Did it thunder?"

A loud bang caused nearby residents. They all looked in the direction from which the sound came, but they were horrified to find that the hill they were familiar with was as if it had been beheaded, and it was actually a little shorter!

"Call the police, someone has blown up the mountain!"

"We made it!"

How panicked the people under the mountain were, how crazy they were in Wuchen's eyes. As usual, he wanted to celebrate with his flying sword, but found that only one piece of the flying sword in his hand remained......

His lifeline...... It's broken!

"Little Silver!"

Dustless flew down and grabbed the falling sword. Looking at the diagonal bottom again, Fan Jiang actually climbed up!

"Grass!"

Wuchen scolded, and the heart that cried out was there.

This special code is also too outrageous, and it was not easy to escape death and find an opportunity to fight back. As a result, the swords were all cut off, but the others were okay?!

But what's the use of scolding?

Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky, and if there is really a god who can hear it, he will not accept it.

Seeing that things can't be done, Wuchen can only choose to retreat.

The dustless sword on the edge of the sky flew away, and Fan Jiang touched his neck, and there was an inch-deep cut on it.

"It's a day, and I was actually injured by a rookie." Fan Jiang was indignant.

Dustless pride is not bragging.

This sword contains the rules of the Heavenly Demon Dao, and while killing people, it also kills gods and souls. If you slash at an opponent who is not good at physical body, it is really possible to kill an S-level powerhouse.

It's no wonder that the Inquisition will approve of his membership.

It's a pity that he is still too young and has chosen the wrong opponent.

……

A meteor streaked across the sky, and the figure faded into obscurity.

Using the secret technique to land on the ground, Dustless put away the spare flying sword and glanced back with trepidation.

"Bad luck!"

Wuchen was so angry that he stomped his feet, and he was aggrieved in his heart.

Obviously he has been doing it every day for three hundred and sixty days. It's just that in the past few days, it's like being scolded, and I can't scold, and I can't beat it.

It's not his script!

After walking through the mountains for a while, Wuchen found a small dilapidated temple and cleared a clearing in it.

Although it seemed that he was in high spirits, he almost had a chance to kill Fan Jiang. But in fact, it took almost all his strength to escape from Fan Jiang's men, and with the injuries on his body, it was even more dangerous to continue to escape.

"That's pretty much it."

Behind the dustless Buddha statue, a shielding circle and a defensive circle were laid out, and he meditated cross-legged.

He doesn't like to heal in the city. Because there are too many people there, it is easy to be fooled by the enemy. And on the mountain, he only needs to observe the occasional few people passing by.

At this time of the year, there are no festivals for tomb sweeping and ancestor worship, and there are no nearby villagers who make a living by cutting wood and hunting, and there are even fewer people to visit.

It's just that......

Where there are few people, there are often ghosts!

The cold aura spread like a snake, and the last piece of pure land shrouded by the formation seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

"What's going on?"

Wuchen opened his eyes vigilantly and stared sharply above the roof.

Without a sound, a cold force descended from the sky, and the ruined temple exploded, and the powder fell like mist.

This familiar taste, familiar recipe, is still the same as the old - Void Thunder!