The old man of the Red Devil Gate stared, the big sword in his hand suddenly turned, and only heard the sound of "dang", Wan Jianxin's sword was blocked by the old man, and the sharp tip was only three inches away from the old man's navel.

The old man's eyes widened in shock, his pupils shrunk to the size of a pin's eye, and a layer of cold sweat precipitated from his pale hair. The sword of Wan Jian Xin, the gang wind of Wan Jian Xin, the power of both of them is far beyond the imagination of the old man. "Ninefold, shouldn't it be fourfold?" The old man relied on the twelve-fold wind that entered his body, desperately blocked Wan Jianxin, and he also stepped back three or four steps.

"Twelve-fold? It turns out that you are the old man of the Red Devil! Okay, good, anyway, if Wan doesn't come to cut you today, he will always find you trouble in the future, so it's better to choose a day than to hit the day. Wan Jianxin struggled to be slightly injured by the twelve-fold terrible wind, and he didn't retreat in front of the old man, let alone vomit blood unbearably, he actually fought hard with his solid basic skills, and forcibly dissolved the old man's strength that shocked him into his body.

At this time, the two of them were four steps away from each other, this distance was not enough to use the staggered defense, and they could only fight with their skills, Wan Jianxin's black eyes were full of fierce light, and self-confidence and justice were like a huge crown guarding him, on his body, the cyan wind flickered with a little electric spark, and the blade revolved around the tall body, and the sword in his hand still exuded a gold-like luster in the firelight.

He swapped his sword for his left hand, and at the same time, the crow-like voice of the Red Devil Old Man rang out:

"Hey, hey, hey, boy, didn't the elders of the Divine Sword Sect teach you the difference between the ninefold and twelvefold entry body?" he said, slowly holding the sword with both hands and opening up the stance, judging from the starting style of his upcoming move, it seemed to be a rather orthodox grand and gorgeous sword technique, not some kind of vicious demonic kung fu, the old man turned his body slightly, his right foot in front and his left foot in the back, slightly assumed a lunge posture, holding the sword with both hands against the left shoulder, pointing the blade of the big sword at the moonless night sky.

Wan Jianxin's eyes trembled slightly, and he could feel that at this time, two almost incompatible energies were being transported in the old man's body at the same time, a wind system vitality slowly flowed into the big sword in his hand through his right hand, and a vitality that was more focused on the power of thunder quietly and quickly gathered in the palm of his left hand. Wan Jianxin didn't need to look at it to know that in the palm of the old red devil's left hand, there were seven or eight poisonous needles as thin as cow's hair arranged close to the palm of his hand, and the poison on the poisonous needles was probably not as deadly as the poison of the Poison Dragon Sect, but it could dissipate the vitality in the dantian in the shortest possible time, and temporarily abolish a person's cultivation! Without cultivation, even if it was only a momentary loss of cultivation, for the righteous people who fought against these demons, it was also a certain death situation where there was absolutely no possibility of survival.

Scattered Yuan Poison Needle, Scattered Yuan Poison Mist, Scattered Yuan Poison Wine, Scattered Yuan ...... These or temporarily abolish the cultivation, or permanently destroy the foundation of the poisoning means, is the so-called "avenue" that the world's demons study together, except for the Demon Wei Pavilion and other people who cultivate the ghost system Yuan Li who are dedicated to studying the method of spiritual disturbance, all the other demon paths can actually be regarded as side branches of the Poison Dragon Sect, and they are bent on how to make people unaware of the way, poisoned, and lose the power of cultivation, and they really don't care much about their own cultivation. In the Demon Dao, what is emphasized is that the means of poisoning and setting up traps are high, and whoever can use a few thin poisonous needles to knock down a master who is much higher than his own strength is a big master, a big devil, and a great senior, instead of really paying attention to inner cultivation and martial arts skills like the righteous path.

Wan Jianxin knew very well the power of these demons, so when the old man of the Red Devil pretended to open a duel posture, he didn't have any intention of delaying, he didn't dare to delay, let alone delay, he knew very well that in the Demon Dao, no matter what kind of cultivation he did, the older the guy who lived, the more dangerous it was, and the more he would have some unguardable means!

Therefore he did not pay attention to the old man's words, and although he had many words of refuting and irony in his heart, he could never say them, for he did not have time to open his mouth at this moment.

Wan Jianxin was just as the Red Devil Old Man opened his stance, and a pale gray Gang Wind with a scorching and spicy breath slowly emitted from all over his body, just before a vicious and bloodthirsty light flashed in the eyes of the Red Devil Old Man, and he was about to make a sword first, and then use his long-famous sneak attack kung fu "Three Flavor Red Devil Needle" method, he made a move.

Wan Jianxin's sword, the same as the last time Yinchen saw it, simple, simple and it seems to be the roughest and most straightforward sword, last time it was a chop, this time it was a straight stab.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and Wan Jianxin burst out with all the strength of his whole body and all the spiritual coercion in the sea of consciousness, and burst out in the shortest moment, stabbing out an earth-shattering blow. At that moment, the dark night sky seemed to usher in a brass-colored brief dawn, and a dazzling golden light, which was not Gangfeng at all, directly penetrated this piece of heaven and earth. At that moment, the world where Wan Jianxin was located, as if the whole was forcibly cut into two disconnected halves by a sharp blade of light, and the entire world in front of Wan Jianxin seemed to be pierced by an incomparably blazing light, piercing out a huge hole that was gradually collapsing, that sword light, that blow stabbed directly, and at the moment when Wan Jianxin made a move, it turned into a shocking sword intent, and in an instant, everything was shattered and penetrated through the sky.

That sword intent, at any time, seemed to be too sharp to resist.

The light of the hunting fire reflected on the brass sword was actually bright enough to illuminate the entire sky in that instant.

After the groundbreaking blow, all that remains is the shattered past of the old man named the Red Devil. All the clamour, all the calculations, all the vicious sneak attack kung fu, and all the previous evil arrangements about the disciples of the Demon Wing Pavilion and the breeding monsters of the bonfire, were completely denied by a righteous sword at this moment. One sword, just one sword, a demon master who has been famous for decades, a terrifying red devil old man on the rivers and lakes, was pierced through the heart by a nineteen-year-old righteous path youth.

Such an injury is hopeless at any time, because no matter whether it is the Wind Source Continent or the Red Blood Demon Realm, there is not a single alchemy alchemist from the ancient Evil Luo Sea City, let alone a modern Gabriel Vatlantican Pope.

The old man of the red devil still maintained his magnificent and righteous starting style, the big sword pointed to the sky, the lunge he took slightly was solemn and solemn, and his right hand contained the dignified wind and thunder energy, his expression only had time to become surprised, or he only had time to express a frightened and unbelievable look, he was pierced through the heart by a cold copper sword, and before he could make any moves, he fell down and bled to death.

This is the end of a dignified twelve-fold demon path master, facing Wan Jianxin, who only has the ninefold skill of entering the body, his decades of experience accumulation, dozens of painstaking training of various cruel and deviant flying needle poisoning techniques, and decades of using the internal organs and Yin Yuan of countless female disciples of various sects to forcibly tonic to the terrifying cultivation of entering the body twelve, there is no way to go through a round under the hands of a young swordsman.

Wan Jianxin's sword is really a resounding slap in the face to all those who play crooked ways in the world.

......

The cold ice turned into needles and pierced the eyebrows with unmistakable accuracy, the cold froze the entire brain, the sharp blade pierced the brain stem, and the three hours of painful and long death that was delayed by the poison was suddenly shortened into a quick and senseless moment, and no screams came, because all the female disciples who had been cruelly twisted their hands and feet, and were tied up like one evil and tragic work of art after another, were gagged by the Red Devil disciples in advance, and at this time, they were at the center of the fire and the raid, and no one had time to liberate them one by one. There was no ugly struggle, no painful twisting, and no humble begging for mercy, because every poor female disciple closed her eyes calmly and happily in the face of the final blow of the ice sword, and even many of them nodded slightly, with the last bit of physical strength they had left.

"I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!," and at the end of a young life, Silver Dust sent a prayerful apology. This is not a feat of winning the first rank on the battlefield, this is not a life-and-death killing in a sect's bloody battle, this is-

Euthanasia.