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Xu Han didn't have the heart to speculate like everyone else about the origin of this little monk who suddenly arrived.

He needed to deal with his right arm with all his might, but even if he did so, the demonic energy in his right arm was still difficult to contain, and gradually began to erode his body.

The battle between him and the little monk may have drawn most of the little monk's strength, and the abnormal movement of Xu Han's demon arm gradually stabilized, especially after the big Buddha behind the little monk was defeated by Zhong Changhe's sword, his demon arm has almost calmed down. But he didn't have time to be happy, and the little monk suddenly seemed to be a different person.

His eyes were pitch black, and the look on his face was cold and terrifying.

He looked more like a demon crawling out of hell, and as the cold aura swept away, the demonic energy in Xu Han's right arm began to tumble again. This time, the demonic riot was more than ten times stronger than Fang Cai, and his body was shocked, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground.

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"All living beings are old and miserable!"

"Reincarnation to Bliss!"

The little monk's cold voice rippled on the field, and then as if he was in a daze, one hand slowly stretched out, and impartially held Zhong Changhe's fierce sword in his hand.

Zhong Chang's brows furrowed, and he could clearly feel the strangeness of this little monk.

What made him even more frightened was that the aura that overflowed from the little monk's body at this time was very similar to the aura he had just stimulated, and even to some extent more cold and pure than the aura he had stimulated.

He didn't have time to think about why such an aura appeared on the little monk's body, when a majestic force surged towards him along the little monk's body, his body shook, and the sharp pain suddenly came from his internal organs.

Zhong Chang's face turned pale, and he secretly said that it was not good, and he wanted to withdraw his sword to defend himself, but at this time, the sword held by the little monk with flesh and blood seemed to be firmly embedded in the little monk's hand, and he couldn't pull it away even if he tried all his strength.

And that strange power hit more and more violently, and began to erode Zhong Changhate's body little by little, and dense sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Zhong Chang hated not to try to dissolve that power with the true yuan in his body, but that power was too weird, and his true yuan would dissolve instantly whenever he touched that power, and he could only watch that power devour him.

At this rate, I'm afraid that it will only take more than ten breaths, and his cultivation will be invalid.

Bite!!!

And at this moment, a clear sword roar suddenly sounded in the distant sky.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a heavenly sound, and it reached the ears of everyone present with unmistakable accuracy.

I haven't waited for anyone to react.

I saw a sword light light up, and a man dressed in black held a long sword, his body was like thunder, and in an instant, he crossed the crowd and killed the little monk who had already entered the demon.

The little monk was extremely alert, his pitch-black eyes surged with anger, and his other hand suddenly stretched out, holding the long sword that the man stabbed in his hand as if he were dealing with Zhong Changhan.

"Demons. He let out a low roar in his mouth, and his voice was hoarse, like a curse from a demon before falling into hell. Then a strange black aura began to pour down his body towards the comer.

The man's brow furrowed on his cold face.

His lips opened at that moment, and a low voice came out of his mouth.

"The Great Dao is natural!"

"You can also sword Yan!"

As soon as these words fell, a black lotus flower suddenly appeared behind the man.

The lotus flower is huge, with seven petals on it, and it slowly blooms from the moment it emerges, and then the majestic sword intent like a sea overflows from the lotus, and the momentum around the man's body rises sharply at that moment, to a degree that is difficult for ordinary people to measure.

Everyone was naturally shocked at that time, and for a while they didn't understand who this man who suddenly appeared was sacred.

But compared to the shock of everyone, Xu Han at this moment was even more shocked when he saw the lotus phantom summoned by the man.

It was the sword lotus generated by the Great Yan Sword Species, the lotus flower was black, and the seven petals were open at the same time, which was a sign that only existed in the realm of earth immortals, and this was exactly the same as the senior brother that Canghailiu had told him.

This man is the mausoleum keeper of the Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum, Mo Chenzi!

The sword intent began to converge towards the sword body in the man's hand, and the terrifying black energy actually hissed like a wail under his pure sword intent, and then slowly retreated.

"Break!" the man's eyes flashed, and at that moment he let out a soft snort, and the long sword in his hand pushed forward again.

The sharp blade of the sword cut the palm of the little monk's hand, and the hot blood gushed, and the little monk was in pain, his body was shocked, and he suddenly retreated a few steps.

Zhong Changhe, who had been suppressed by him on the side, finally found an opportunity at this time, and with a movement of the long sword in his hand, the true yuan in his body was mighty, rushing out in the form of a dragon and snake, and stabbing straight into the chest of the little monk.

Although the little monk who had been frustrated repeatedly reflected in time and avoided this killing move on the side of his body, he still inevitably cut a deep wound on his right arm by the sword that Zhong hated for a long time.

The little monk covered his right arm with blood and tears, a trace of fierceness flashed in his dark eyes, he knew that he could not be defeated, the man in black was really too strong, so he moved the mind of temporarily retreating.

But Zhong Chang hated how could he do what he wanted, he succeeded in his blow but did not stop, the long sword in his hand swung sharply, and he attacked the other party at an extremely tricky angle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little monk stretched out a hand suddenly, making a claw-shaped, and a huge suction force came, and a young man in the crowd was caught off guard and pulled by him and blocked in front of him.

That young man was Song Yueming, who was good friends with Xu Han.

He had never seen such a scene, and he was frightened at the moment, and the little monk's cultivation was too strong for him, even if he tried all his strength, he couldn't break free from the little monk's control.

When he saw Song Yueming standing between him and the little monk, the kendo master was shocked, and he had to forcibly interrupt this killing move that might take the life of the little monk.

Seeing this, the little monk also knew that he could not miss the opportunity, so he threw Song Yueming out of his hand, once again blocking Zhong Changhe's attack, while he hurriedly urged the true yuan around him to turn into an afterimage and flee towards the distance.

Seeing this, the people of the Linglong Pavilion were about to go in pursuit, but at the moment when their bodies were about to move.

"Stop chasing. The man in black's deep voice rang out again.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all looked at the man who suddenly appeared suspiciously, their eyes full of doubts.

But the man didn't see this, he just raised his head, looked in the direction where the little monk had fled, and muttered to himself.

"You can't kill him. ”