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The Demon Gate Elder Wan Lingshan has not made a move.

Under his hands, two strong men from the Demon Domain, one fat and one thin, have been standing on his tall side, motionless as a mountain.

They were all paying attention to the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth.

Above the endless sky, there seemed to be a more powerful guardian.

Once they make a move, it will inevitably provoke changes in the vitality of heaven and earth.

So they didn't shoot.

Although the national teacher, Monk Twist and others have already started to do it, which has already caused the fluctuation of the vitality of the wind and clouds, the Zixiao Pavilion is relatively calm.

The masters of the Wufu Five Rank Realm did not have such a powerful True Yuan, and the sword qi or Xuan Qi emitted was only limited to the earth, shrouding a few zhang square circles, which was already done by the peak masters in the realm.

The sound of the battle in the field shook the sky, but it was far inferior to the gentle exhalation of a cultivator with a high realm.

And the main reason is that there is an invisible change in the air flow in the void.

Wan Lingshan's face was gloomy, and there was a stormy city in his sea of knowledge.

The situation in front of him is already very clear, and His Majesty the young emperor of the Tang Dynasty has long been prepared, and it is not as the national teacher and monk twist said.

"The emperor was immersed in the joy of recruiting talents and recruits people on the Qingyun List, and neglected to take precautions. ”

The bloodthirsty and furious Demon Gate Elder had all his attention in that far-reaching void, the blood of the Demon Clan was burning excitedly in his body, and he only hoped that his opponent would appear as soon as possible.

A hint of pleasure flashed in Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes, and the white horse crossed the gap sword and drew a circle of light.

Wang Yang's unbridled vitality **** came out on the blade of the sword, and several black-clothed assassins immediately died on the spot.

His sword, his vitality, and his will were like a rainbow at this moment.

Liu Daci saw that the sword qi was sharp, and he retreated a few steps.

Looking at the sword qi flying like a dragon in the opponent's hand, the military attache who had just infiltrated the capital felt flustered.

The vitality gushed out from the sea of dantian qi, and it could not run as expected at first, until the white horse crossed the gap sword and started, as if a canal was connected to a big river.

No worries, sharp edges.

With every swing of the sword, corpses fell

Every streak of blood sprayed on the body inspired a more courageous fighting spirit.

Around him, a white light swirled. The white horse sword that constantly flipped and rushed between the wrists, swallowing and flickering, was like a skyline frenzy.

Countless black-clothed assassins collapsed under the sword aura.

Zhuo Zangfeng was covered in blood, stepping over a corpse, his eyes flashing with a fierce murderous aura.

Liu Daci retreated again and again.

General Liu, who thinks highly of himself, his fighting spirit and his heart of revenge have long been shattered under the sword of the white horse that covers the vitality of heaven and earth.

On Zixiao Pavilion, Yao Caiwei looked at the young man under the sword light, and couldn't help but feel her heart shake.

Every time Zhuo Zangfeng appears, he can always bring her surprises.

His sword moves were as dense as water, but they were incomparably powerful.

And the iron man in the army standing at the other end of the attic showed a look of disbelief in his cold eyes.

He kept holding the dragon tongue bow in his left hand, and seemed to have forgotten to put it down.

At this moment, a black-clothed assassin flew into the attic, and Zhang Jin's crossbow shot down with his left hand and his bow in his right hand.

A heavy bolt of Xuan Qi slammed into the Assassin's shoulder, and the heavy Dragontongue Bow slammed into his head, causing the body to fall heavily.

The attic was suddenly filled with murderous aura, and countless black shadows flew in.

Yao Caiwei struck out with her frost sword, and the sword qi of her sword passed through the breastplate of a black-clothed assassin, slashing the corpse off Ling Feng.

Bu Shixian was guarding the door of the attic, and his slightly flustered expression could not suppress his bravery. The assassins who had rushed past fell to the sword of the youngest young man.

Bujia's "Shaking the Mountain Sword" gathers the essence of the world's swordsmanship, the tricks are mysterious, and the sword momentum is like wind and rain.

Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes were blood-red, and he only cared about swinging his sword to open the way, wanting to kill Liu Daci in one fell swoop.

The black-clothed assassins have also been selected by thousands of people, and their realms are all above the eight grades of martial arts, and seeing that there are fewer and fewer students guarding Zixiao Pavilion, the nature of the outlaws has attacked, and the offensive is even more fierce.

Just as he stabbed an assassin to death, a sword flash flashed in the oblique stab.

This sword was extremely ingenious, when Zhuo Zangfeng withdrew his sword, when he had just withdrawn his sword qi, at the moment when his vitality could not be effective.

The sword was as fast as the wind, silently stabbing him in the back of the heart.

Zhuo Zangfeng hurriedly jumped forward.

The sword qi tore through the clothes behind him with a sneer, and the sharp tip of the sword hit the soft armor of the self-defense, coupled with the extremely strong vitality that had just run, the sword body quickly rebounded.

The sneak attacker has both ruthless and steady moves. Once the attack is ineffective, it will bounce back with the vitality on the sword and leap backwards.

Zhuo Zangfeng turned around and saw a sword light like a match quickly converge, and then he retreated after seeing Yan Beichun's sneak attack.

Fortunately, he had Niu Zhishui's self-defense soft armor, otherwise this sword would inevitably bring him great damage.

Zhuo Zangfeng's heart was full of anger, and he suddenly saw a clear shadow flashing, and a flowing wooden sword suddenly flew out, quickly slapping on Yan Beichun's body that had not stopped after the sneak attack.

The wooden sword was extremely powerful, and it emitted a buzzing tremor when it hit the flesh.

Then the clear shadow leaped like a fly, and the wooden sword advanced again.

With a snap, this sword struck Yan Beichun on the cheek, beating the young man who had just been terrified after the sneak attack, and his face was bleeding.

Needless to say, the person who shot must be the little monk from Songshan Tuiji.

I don't kill people, but people kill my little monk covered in blood, and his wooden sword finally shot.

Originally, he was just dodging back and forth, just trying in vain to prevent the man in black from killing, but he almost died under the other party's ruthless ring knife several times because of this stubborn compassionate heart.

Zhuo Zangfeng, who had been looking for an opportunity to kill Liu Daci, saw the blood stains on Tuiji's bald head, and his thin body stood proudly, and a warm current rolled through his heart.

"Master said, kill!"

Tui Ji raised his eyebrows, a drop of blood rolled down his forehead, and he said resolutely: "Kill!"

After speaking, the wooden sword in his hand was pushed horizontally, and it suddenly changed, drawing an arc on the top of his head, and Songshan's "Great Compassion Sword Technique" came out like a tide.

It was getting darker and darker, but the rain suddenly stopped.

The two demon warriors, one fat and one thin, saw that Zhuo Zang's edge was unstoppable, and the people they brought fell under the sword one after another, and without waiting for the order, their bodies flashed, and the magic sword shook out.

Two sword lights flew out like lightning.

Zhuo Zangfeng waved the white horse through the gap sword to block, "ding" twice, the golden light was shining, he took two steps back, and his chest was shocked.

The fat martial artist withdrew the magic sword and sneered, "But that's it!"

The thin martial artist tested the strength of Zhuo Zangfeng's realm, nodded and said, "I'll give it to you!"

After speaking, he flew up, and the edge of the magic sword rose sharply, and a strong sword qi came to the attic.

A starfish celestial female sword cultivator who was fighting with the assassin was attacked by the sword qi, and the long sword in his hand fell, and a trace of pain appeared on his face.

Yao Caiwei made a timely move, and the frost sword **** came out, successfully blocking the magic sword.

The thin warrior's momentum was furious, his body had already fallen on the attic, the sword moved at will, and the magic sword condensed full of magical power, and suddenly emitted a more powerful blue edge.

Entering the sword with magic power is regarded as a demonic way. Regarded as a ghostly spirit.

Yao Caiwei remembered her master's teachings and responded calmly, although the magic sword was powerful, it couldn't hurt her for a moment.

In terms of cultivation realm, the strength of this thin martial artist is probably slightly the same as that of a secular second-grade martial artist.

But the magic is extremely powerful, and the magic sword is a sword that attacks and kills the enemy, and there is no defense at all.

I'd rather die together than steal the way of the magic sword.

At this moment, a crisp chirp came from the dark sky.

It is like a phoenix dancing for nine days, falling with a beautiful and shocking cry.

Demon Gate Elder Wan Lingshan's face changed slightly. (To be continued.) )