Of course, more people feel sorry for the sect of the Divine Sword Sect, and sigh that another powerful sect has collapsed, and it is actually so downcast that it needs to be abandoned to inherit the sect's peerless learning. The last such sect was the Demon Wei Pavilion, and as a result, the disciples of Sang Tianliang's sect, even surrounded by soldiers, did not dare to face the disciples of the Black Mountain Villa, who had long been thieves. That's the one who is alive and well, and the officials are afraid of the mountains and grasses!

Now, the Divine Sword Sect has also fallen, I really don't know, how many ancient sects are left that can hold up on the land of the Central Plains?

Xue Wuxian listened to these people's discussions, if there was still a little bit of flesh and blood left, I was afraid that the skin would have burned panicked, red and white for a while, but he was already a metal man at this time, although the amount of metal had been evaporated by half, he was still a piece of metal.

In other words, in just a dozen seconds, he completely compromised like a soul-destroying round steel, and completely turned into a soul-destroying round steel.

He didn't wait for Xiao Huangmen to pass the sword, and his hands immediately turned into swords.

This is a bone sword of co-killing launched with the round steel of soul destroying, two jagged metal long swords emerge from the palm, the palm turns into a swordsman, the height increases sharply, the limbs are doubled, and the head quickly merges with the neck and shoulders, turning into a triangular head that cannot be turned at all.

Xue Wuxian's face disappeared, a pair of dark red eyes turned into two red and bright slits, his nose and ears completely melted into the triangular head, he swung his double sword, and there was not any metal debris or ice and snow erupting on his body, but the long sword in his hand, reflected in the sun, had completely turned into a shiny snowstorm.

That's what he can't, and it's also his real, most proficient swordsmanship, the Snow Treading Traceless Sword.

The Snow Treading Traceless Sword is Xue Wutrace's unique swordsmanship, and there will never be a second person in this world.

He didn't say a word, or at this moment he couldn't make a sound, the silence swept towards ten thousand people like a machine, and the endless white light points formed an illusion similar to the wind and snow, and the hands and the two swords had disappeared without a trace, the wind and snow were his sword, his life, his love, and his killing intent.

There is no trace of stepping on the snow, and the sword light is like flying snow, killing people invisibly.

However, his wind and snow were involved in the moment when thousands of people were coming, and the wind and snow were still accurately split by a sword light.

Xue Wuji's dual swords swayed, swirled, and struggled in that blue sword light, but he still couldn't reform the wind and snow and the invisible blade, his movements seemed to be slowed down a thousand times, and every movement was clumsy and ridiculous.

The person who broke through his Snow Treading Traceless Sword had already disappeared into that blue sword light, or rather, he had already turned into that sword light. There are no moves, no movements and no flaws in the cyan blue sword light, it is a pure and incomparable sword light.

The two metal long swords in Xue Wuxian's hands broke one after another, and the broken swords were submerged in the cyan blue sword light, weathering and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He had no choice but to conjure two swords again, retreating and dodging and moving, while the two swords crossed and drew one chilling sword wind after another, temporarily blocking the advance of the cyan sword light.

The cyan sword light changed, from a simple straight stab to a continuous sword move, and the three-zhang long ravines crisscrossed and piled up on the ground, and it looked like it was about to turn the ground in front of the Tongshen Pavilion into a large pit with erosion inside.

In the half-collapsed Tongshen Pavilion, three people suddenly tumbled and jumped out, and surrounded the silver-haired boy who was standing on the sidelines and watching the battle in a zigzag shape. The man at the head laughed in a sharp and fierce voice like a wolf:

"This major, are you fighting for the position of the world's best master?

The person who came was dressed in a black robe, but he was not dressed as a civilian businessman at all. A dangerous black mist rolled around his body, revealing a ghostly depth. He smiled nonchalantly, looking down at Silver Dust's silver hood slightly, and spit out every word in his mouth to sow discord.

The world's first master, that is the supreme glory in the eyes of the swordsman, has long exceeded the value of life and loyalty, and in front of this glory, dignity and shame are even more insignificant.

Therefore, according to the thoughts of the head of the Demon Pavilion, or according to the thoughts of all the people who appeared here, the ten thousand people who heard this sentence should wake up and no longer chase and kill Xue Wuxian, but confirm with Yinchen that there may be a master-servant agreement between them, at least, his actions should not be so unwavering, and there should be a moment of hesitation.

But the sword light was still chasing Xue Wuxian to death, and at this time, Xue Wuxian had already retreated to the end of the street by relying on the snow stepping without trace sword and light body technique.

"Uncle Sang Tianliang?" Yinchen raised his head slightly, he had become a fourteen-year-old boy, he was quite weak in terms of height, body shape and strength, but he didn't care about it.

The blue gaze formed a shadow through the hood, looking directly at Sang Tianliang, which made the heart of this guy who became the head of the house by usurping the throne tighten.

His generous body blocked the front of Yinchen, and his tone was soaked with the majesty of the elders teaching the juniors: "You are less than thirty, no, a little doll who is not even twenty, what kind of first in the world! If the young master is on the list, it is the glory of this life! Little guy, you must know that the first in the world not only needs fists, but also fame!"

"-What's more, in this battle, you are pretending to be someone else's hand, but I am afraid that no one in the world will be able to convince anyone!"

"Uncle, you better care more about your own safety. Silver Dust's mouthparts were quite relaxed when he said this, because he was slowly adapting to this new combat mode at this time, he had been passively adapting before, but now he was beginning to take the initiative to adapt. With new abilities, he feels like he's gradually regaining his grace as a magician.

Although magicians are capable of hand-to-hand combat, they do not advocate hand-to-hand combat. Even the action casters don't like close-quarters combat, preferring long-range spellcasting based on combat moves. It is common practice for mages to rely on their mana to summon guardians who are truly suitable for combat when fighting in close combat. This kind of tactics is now the tactics of Silver Dust, the most elegant tactics.

The moment Sang Tianliang heard this, he felt his life tightened, not that he had been hit, but that he had already felt the danger. Behind him, the killing intent was surging, and the terrifying killing intent was even more terrifying than his anger at the face of his master. He spun around like a whirlwind, not bothering to expose his back to Silver Dust, instead preoccupied, scanning everything behind him with great vigilance.

He saw that on the opposite side of the silver dust, in the dead end of his original back door, stood an old man in a black robe and white beard.

This old man is a figure handed down from Master Sang Tianliang's generation, although he is old, but he is only old. In the original Demon Pavilion, this old man was only slightly notorious, and it was impossible for him to hold any decent authority, let alone enter the power core of the Demon Pavilion. In the original Demon Pavilion, this old man's strength was only worthy of his age, and it could be said that he had earned some respect from his disciples through hard work, but it was far from being comparable to a talented talent like him Sang Tianliang. In the original Demon Pavilion, Sang Tianliang was quite respectful to this old man on the surface, but he really couldn't say how much attention he could pay to, and it was impossible to have a sense of awe.

At this time, when he faced the old man, there was no awe in his heart, only the purest fear.

Sang Tianliang is not Xue Wuxian, not the metal poor worm who uses the Snow Treading Traceless Sword. He is a living person, and he has the keen perception of a living person, and what he can feel at this moment is that the old man at this time has completely and completely completed his deeds and attained great realm.

This is to refine a kind of magic skill to the highest and highest extreme realm, and even use it to recreate a state of magic skill. This extreme state used to belong only to Venerable Blood River and Kuzen, but now, it can also belong to the old man in front of him.

Sang Tianliang didn't know that this was the result of the elementalization of demonic power/divine skill, a kind of demonic skill/divine skill was completely exploited to its potential, and it completely withdrew the cloak of demonic/divine skill and became a real martial art. The biggest difference between magic and martial arts is that magic is heavy, and what energy is used, while martial arts is heavy, and when a move is delivered, the elemental vision follows like the way of heaven, and it can exert the most essential power of martial arts moves.

The essence of "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" is darkness.

Therefore, the deep and terrifying dark coercion on this old man's body was far more powerful than the tangible black mist that swirled around Sang Tianliang's body, and as he stood there, the bright and sunny clear sky suddenly darkened.

The gray-haired old man smiled, his wrinkles transformed geometrically like a demon's spell. Let Sang Tianliang tremble the first moment he saw it. Boundless fear flooded his head, shock and jealousy had long been nowhere to hold, under the coercion of great fear, Sang Tianliang, as the head of a generation, had to take the lead, and the declaration of war and greetings were all farts.

Sang Tianliang was terrified, because the old man in front of him was not a self-proclaimed upright guy like the Shenhai Sect, the Maniac Sect, and the Divine Sword Sect, and he was not a boxer fighter who usually only used quenched darts and embroidery needles, but a real peerless powerhouse of the Demon Pavilion, and an ancestor in the Hidden Weapon Realm! If it was before, when this old man did not have such a strong momentum, Sang Tianliang might still be able to remain calm, and even maintain a little arrogance, but now, he had no choice but to attack first.

If it is Xue Wuxian's sword, even if it is a sword that is thousands of people, it is still possible to avoid serious injuries and struggle to avoid critical injuries when it falls on Sang Tianliang, but the ...... in front of him Once he is killed, the gods and ghosts will be difficult to save and will definitely die.

Sang Tianliang made a move, and when he raised his hand, there were four heavy bone-penetrating awls, aimed at his eyes, throat and heart socket, which was the most powerful place for Sang Tianliang, the heavy hidden weapon urged by his "Dead Soul Killing" could be four shots at a time, and Tian Wanzai estimated that he would shoot two shots at most.

Four black heavy hidden weapons pierced with a whimpering sound, and the sharp tips lit up with a blue-blue edge, indicating that these four heavy bone-piercing awls were actually quenched with poison.

Sang Tianliang used raw poison, this secret is only known to him at this time, his raw poison is not poisonous, but a very corrosive potion, which can corrode both clothes and flesh. He didn't actually expect this poison to be able to kill his opponent, he just hoped that he could poison his opponent and give him more chance of winning.

He hoped that the old man in front of him would be able to use the secret dragon and phoenix Chengxiang Tuan Hua Da Water Sleeve technique in the Demon Power Pavilion to take over these four heavy darts, so that the moment the sleeve of the robe touched the bone penetrating awl, it would be corroded by the raw poison, and without the sleeve, the bone penetrating awl could pierce the old man's body unimpeded, even if it did not hit the vital point, the huge impact, sharp penetration and highly poisonous Fu strength could also hit the opponent hard.

Sang Tianliang asked himself, didn't he have the courage to directly fight with the old man in front of him.

Seeing four heavy hidden weapons flying in, the old man reached out and flicked forward, his hidden weapon technique was simply unobservable, because as soon as he stretched out his hand, his right hand turned into more than thirty afterimages, and the black water sleeve simply turned into a tumbling black wave, among the waves, a sharp cone glowing with blue light protruded, and behind the cone, dragged the purple-black tail flame of the signature of the shadow energy.

Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa Yin Pole Dark Ghost.

The three bone-piercing cones thrown by Sang Tianliang exploded directly into three bright fires in the middle of the road, and the darkness was mixed with the cathode ghosts formed by the arcane, with multiple injuries such as electric shock, impact, heavy pressure, and puncture, the power was almost comparable to that of the electromagnetic cannon. The cathode ghosts that flew at extremely high speed directly knocked the three heavy bone-piercing cones into the air and disintegrated, and the fragments flew sideways, and the three flames were actually a large number of sparks that burst out when the metal object was hit hard.

It was also thanks to the blocking of the three bone-penetrating cones that the speed of the three cathode dark ghosts was reduced a little, otherwise it would be impossible to leave Sang Tianliang time to dodge. Sang Tianliang knew that something was wrong the moment he saw the old man raise his hand, so he quickly moved sideways, not to mention, but also grabbed a ******* who came with him to surround Yinchen, blocked him in front of him, and used it as a human flesh tower shield, the problem is that the master of the big inner is not his subordinate at all.

Sang Tianliang is a real friend of the Dead Dao, and in order to live, he can betray anyone.

While he grabbed the man in his hand, he saw that the three shots of the super-heavy hidden weapon that he didn't know what kind of material and shape it was because it hit the bone awl, the direction of the deviation, flew towards the nearby onlookers, and there was a burst of screams from the crowd of onlookers, and when three columns of people fell together, and when everyone fell to the ground, blood spurted and convulsed, the onlookers pushed and pushed to scatter, and for a while they didn't know how many they knocked over and trampled.

Sang Tianliang's face was gloomy, he had just escaped by luck, and he knew very well that he would never be so lucky again next time. He was brainless to dodge the moment he saw the old man raise his hand, and he didn't care what the old man's action was, and he didn't know the route of the old man's hidden weapon. This time, the old man shot three straight shots, of course, it was easy to dodge, but if it was other hidden weapon skills...... Then you can only wait for death.

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