After six energy fluctuations, the valley fell silent again.

At the mouth of the valley, the Demon Sect disciples sitting cross-legged glanced at each other and shook their heads in confusion.

The sky is about to dawn, and the rolling black fog is like the sea water at the ebb tide, slowly receding, and the black mountains are exposed.

However, just as the black fog receded halfway up the mountain, the black fog below rolled violently.

It's like a black dragon that is unwilling to be oppressed, struggling to the death before dawn comes.

The black mist rolled up again, flooding the mountains once more, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

The two Demon Sect disciples had never seen such a strange and spectacular scene, and their eyes widened for a while, looking at the rolling clouds in front of them.

The figures of their companions also became transparent silhouettes in each other's line of sight, looming.

A flying sword, like a black fish with an elegant posture, pierced through the fog and flew towards them.

The Demon Sect disciple on the left looked at the flying sword that appeared in sight, his eyes were surprised and dazed.

Magic Light Flying Sword?

What instructions do the elders have?

Or is it dissatisfied with my performance and warning me?

In the blank sight of the Demon Sect disciples, the Demon Light burst into black light, and it suddenly accelerated, as fast as a streamer!

"Poof!"

The throat of the Demon Sect disciple was pierced by the magic light, and blood flew out.

The sparkle in his eyes quickly dimmed, and until he died, he didn't understand what he had done wrong.

The flying sword flicked the blood flower and drew an arc in the air, winding around the back of another Demon Sect disciple.

"Buzz!"

The blade of the sword trembled slightly, as fast as a bolt of lightning, stabbing towards the back of the heart of the Demon Sect disciple.

"Poof!"

The Demon Light Flying Sword pierced through the body of the Demon Sect disciple, but it was the shoulder!

At the same time as the blood splashed, the figure of the Demon Sect disciple disappeared in an instant.

The Demon Light Flying Sword circled a few times, and simply shuttled up randomly, tearing open gaps in the mist.

A hundred meters away, Ye Changsheng no longer concealed his figure, and flew towards the direction where the Demon Sect disciple had disappeared.

Although he didn't learn the "Demon Light Swordsmanship", after all, the contact was too shallow to bring out the true power of the flying sword.

Controlling the flying sword from a hundred meters away was already the limit he could reach, and if he got closer, even he would be exposed.

No matter what, you can't let that Demon Sect disciple escape, otherwise there will be endless troubles!

100 meters away, but just a few breaths.

The ethereal sword slashed out a sword light, slashing at the mist in front of him, and Ye Changsheng fell from the sky.

The mist closed, drowning Ye Changsheng's figure.

Standing solemnly in the dark, Ye Changsheng glanced at the warm blood stains on the ground, and his divine sense instantly opened and diverged outward.

The picture in my mind is foggy.

However, in the fog, there was a wisp of blood and a black thread intertwined, wandering irregularly.

Ye Changsheng sneered in his heart, with his powerful soul perception, as long as he was not a strong person, he would inevitably sense it, let alone a non-strong person who was injured.

Even so, he didn't dare to be careless.

The injured Supreme Realm master, that is also the Supreme Realm master, is not something he can match.

What's more, what he wants is not to match, but to kill the opponent on the spot to prevent future troubles.

That Demon Sect disciple hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he didn't escape, and once he reacted, Ye Changsheng's last chance was lost.

All thoughts are just fleeting.

Ye Changsheng squinted his eyes and took a step forward.

Just at the moment when the invisible Demon Sect disciple made a detour to the left, he suddenly activated the "Divine Technique", like a bolt of lightning, and swept forward diagonally.

That Demon Sect disciple didn't expect that he had been exposed at all, and he couldn't help but be taken aback when he suddenly found that Ye Changsheng was intercepting in front of him.

Before he could change the line, the shadowless and invisible sword light, like the endless Yangtze River, had already enveloped him.

The figure of the Demon Sect disciple appeared, and in a hurry, he activated the dark defense, and at the same time drew his sword and stabbed forward.

A dense explosion sounded, and the sword light of the ethereal sword, standing on the black energy shield, emitted a dense explosion sound.

The dark defense was torn apart in an instant, leaving a terrifying sword mark on his chest.

The Demon Sect disciple roared in grief, shedding a tent of blood, and his body quickly retreated.

How is this possible?

The opponent's attack ignored the attribute defense and tore through my dark shield so easily?!

The Demon Sect disciples were wrapped in continuous sword light, dodging left and right, but their eyes became more and more panicked.

The other party's sword light contained definitely not Buddha-nature power, but demonic energy of the same origin as him.

However, the level of this magical energy is very high, and it naturally suppresses him, so that it can easily tear through his energy defenses.

Compared to the damage of the sword light, the shock of this energy aura made him feel more frightened!

Of course, the Demon Sect disciples didn't know that the energy that Ye Changsheng injected into the Ethereal Sword came from the little dragon elephant power of the seventh-level floating slaughter.

The demonic energy that the Infinite Demon Venerable cultivated back then naturally had the domineering and suppressive power that surpassed the demons, because he was the Infinite Demon Venerable.

Ye Changsheng's Spirit Sea Space, the two-story tower of the seventh-level floating slaughter, the black light flickered rapidly, and the little dragon elephant power that was almost overflowing was continuously transported out.

Ye Changsheng's expression was cold, and the swordsmanship of "Izumo Nine Swords" unfolded, like a rolling wave, endless, endless.

In the surging tide of swords, there are criss-crossing circles.

A force field that only he can control, if there is nothing, binds the disciples of the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect disciple broke through several times, but was horrified to find that he was trapped in an invisible circle, and no matter which direction he broke through, he couldn't break through this circle.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

The Demon Sect disciple was furious, his cultivation was obviously much higher than the other party, but he was completely suppressed, before that, he had never encountered such a strange situation.

In the dense explosion, in the sound of the collision of sword blades, the blood of the Demon Sect disciple couldn't stop spilling down, and new sword marks appeared on his body.

The wound torn by the little dragon's elephant power, with his dark energy, could not be sealed at all.

The figure of the Demon Sect disciple began to slow down, and the sword began to slow down, but Ye Changsheng's dense sword technique was like an indifferent pendulum, always maintaining a constant rhythm, sweeping towards him, bringing him into invisible rings.

The black mist began to reced, sliding down the craggy mountain and dissipating from the two of them.

The Demon Sect disciple, who was covered in blood, finally saw his opponent clearly.

It was a young man, with long silver hair flowing in the wind, and his body swayed freely.

The shadowless and invisible long sword danced out a series of transparent trajectories, matching his figure, revealing a mysterious and pleasing rhyme.

Under the flying white hair, there is a delicate face, and those deep eyes are like a deep sea, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The moment the two of them staggered, those cold and deep eyes suddenly froze.

"Boom!"

There was a roar in the brains of the Demon Sect disciples, and blood spurted from the Seven Apertures in an instant.

An icy blade slashed through his throat.

What are you, exactly......

The Demon Sect disciple's eyes were abrupt, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

(End of chapter)