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In Daye City, in the temple hall in the heart of the city, under the black statue of the demon god, the high priest of Sakurayuki wore a holy white robe and knelt quietly in front of the altar. [No pop-up novel network]

She looked solemn, lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes for a moment, and her green eyes flashed a trace of dazedness.

In the direction of the Demon Sword Gate, there was a mysterious force that was restless, and she couldn't explain it, so she felt uneasy.

"It won't be because I'm thinking about Xiao Qiang" Ying Xue's white teeth bit her red lips, and suddenly thought of something, her face was wiped with a red glow, and her little heart beat faster.

Damn it, dare you call me lonely, do you know how busy I am

With a cold snort of pain and chagrin, Sakura Xue stood up like a white lotus flower and walked towards the outside of the hall with her head held high.

"Has Xiao Qiang arrived at the Demon Sword Gate?" Outside the hall, the black-clothed priest Ying Li and Mo Yin Su stood on both sides, and just saw the high priest come out and heard the question.

"Tell the High Priest that Xiao Qiang has arrived at the Demon Sword Gate, and he has been appointed as the instructor of the Demon Sword Gate, and is teaching the disciples of the Demon Sword Gate swordsmanship. ”

"Teaching" Ying Xue stopped in surprise, shouldn't Xiao Qiang go to save Ding Lanyi, how could he stay in the Demon Sword Gate

Mo Yin didn't dare to hide it, and said with a wry smile, "I heard that the nameless seven swords he taught are the great mysteries, and they are taught publicly, these days, the number of human cultivators entering the country has increased greatly, and even many swordsmen of my demon clan have gone to Montenegro, and their subordinates and the Senate have already sent people to supervise them." ”

Mo Yin didn't expect that Xiao Qiang had just experienced the pursuit of the Blood Demon Clan and the Black Demon Clan, and he was so high-profile all of a sudden, and the Demon Sword Gate, which had always been low-key, seemed to be high-profile all of a sudden.

The swordsman who came back from Montenegro said that the nameless seven swords are the most perfect collection of swordsmanship derivation so far, only seven swords, but they condense the essence of swordsmanship below the sword intent, so the swordsmen in the demon territory are all moved by the wind, as if Montenegro is also regarded as a holy place to comprehend the way of the sword.

If this happened in the territory of the human race, it would have been fine, but it happened in the territory of the demon race, how could such a powerful force not make Xiao Moling not worry

While Mo Yin was speaking, Ying Xue fell into deep thought, she was thinking about the mysterious power she had sensed just now, and the more she thought about it, the more solemn her face became.

The Mystic Archive once recorded that the law of the sword is the most incredible law of the Heavenly Hidden Continent, from the ancient times the human race created the first sword, created the first sword move, their wisdom and belief turned into a force, condensed invisibly.

For thousands of years, countless swordsmen have injected their wisdom into this invisible force, which has formed the world of the law of swords.

Sakura Xue had seen the sky of the law, and she had appreciated the bright and elegant nebula, and she could even sense the aura of several Shadow Demon Clan Great Sword Masters from that sky.

Could it be that Xiao Qiang's nameless seven swords are also accepted by the sky of the law, and he is having his own believers

Sakura Xue turned around and walked into the main hall again, and the two heavy black stone doors slammed shut, leaving Mo Yin and Sakura Li looking at each other.

Sakurayuki knelt down in front of the altar again, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and made several mysterious handprints one after another.

A white curtain of light appeared in front of her, twisting like waves, and gradually, a clear and three-dimensional image appeared in front of her.

It was a huge square, and in the square, the disciples of the Demon Sword Sect dressed in black and the swordsmen from all over the world were standing neatly in the square, and at a glance, there were four or five thousand people

In the center of the square, on a circular high platform, Xiao Qiang was dressed in white, handsome, and stood there like a javelin.

His black hair was tied back, his white clothes were fluttering in the wind, and the cold light long sword that covered his falling hand looked so outstanding, so free and uninhibited, but with a bit of grandmaster-like momentum

Under the high platform, countless pairs of eyes looked at Xiao Qiang, jealousy, appreciation, respect, worship, and even fanatical gaze, flowing out of his eyes, forming a strange momentum, enveloping the entire square.

Xiao Qiang's lowered eyes suddenly turned to the side, and the long sword in his hand shook out a sword flower, and the long sword was horizontal in front of his chest.

"Horizontal sword style, one sword locks the country" Xiao Qiang's clear voice echoed in the square.

More than 4,000 people lined up neatly, and at the same time, the horizontal sword made a uniform roar, and the momentum soared into the sky

"Condensing the sword, a sword to set the storm"

"Condensing the sword style, one sword to fix the storm" The voice just grew a little stronger, and the picture in front of Ying Xue trembled a little.

The shouts of all the people, the neat sword array, and the white-clothed Xiao Qiang, under this strong impact, Ying Xue's eyes were a little stupid.

As the high priest of the demon clan who has preached countless times, Ying Xue can sense that at this moment, Xiao Qiang is using the sword in his hand to drag thousands of kendo believers to sense the world of the law of the sword.

Above the heads of those kendo believers, there seemed to be invisible gossamers escaping out and injecting into the sky of the law.

Of course, that piece of law of the sky belongs to the sword

Ying Xue hesitated, as the supreme spiritual leader of the Demon Race's faith, she could easily cut off the connection between Xiao Qiang and the believers, and in the name of blasphemy, she could use the power of the Demon God's faith to suppress this group of infidels.

But she still didn't do it, no matter how powerful the law of the sword was, it couldn't threaten the law of darkness, and because that person was Xiao Qiang.

"Xiao Qiang, Xiao Qiang, what are you doing, you think this seat doesn't know, you have already obtained the five Abyss Peaks, you think this seat doesn't know, you found the lost dark temple somewhere, you think this seat doesn't know, you took great pains to do all this, just to open the dark altar and save your wife, Ding Lanyi"

Ying Xue looked at Xiao Qiang, who was teaching kendo on the high platform, and muttered to herself, "I've already helped you pray to Lord Demon God, and there's only so much I can help you."

With a wave of her jade hand, Sakura erased the image in front of her, and after bowing down to the statue of the Demon God, she turned around and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

The Terran Continent, a hidden illusion space, a green valley full of vitality, a turquoise lake, located on an island in the middle of the lake.

In the small attic, a girl in white was wearing a deep cloak, sitting cross-legged on the cold and hard ground, surrounded by black cold walls, and the walls flashed with flowing water-like magic patterns, completely covering this small space.

Gurgling, a pearl the size of a baby's fist suddenly slipped from the girl's hand and rolled on the stone floor, making an unusually clear sound, making it seem more and more dead here.

The girl's distracted eyes flickered green, and she reached out and struggled to grasp the pearl.

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The back of her white hand cracked with a black crack, as if fine porcelain was about to break.

In the blink of an eye, black cracks swept through her whole body like lightning, making her beautiful face crawl with black cracks