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Article 182

A brilliant golden light suddenly appeared in the night sky, which was extremely dazzling in this deep black sky.

A streamer of sword shadow slashed out like lightning.

The thin martial artist who was harnessing the magic sword suddenly trembled in his heart, and the vast sword qi penetrated from his heart, and then the sword qi spread rapidly, tearing his body apart in an instant.

A person flew down to the attic, reached out to hold the long sword with sword light, and stood up in front of Yao Caiwei.

He just stood like this, and he had a powerful momentum, like a god, protecting the women in Zixiao Pavilion.

The brilliance of the sword reflected on his upright cheeks, reflecting the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, peerless demeanor.

He is the son of the Bu family, the richest family in the world, the genius of the cultivation world with a powerful divine dragon bloodline.

Killing the powerhouse of the Demon Gate with one sword, among the young cultivators, this cultivation can be regarded as a well-deserved first.

Judging from the speed of his sword and the strength of his sword qi, this handsome boy has entered the realm of martial arts.

It's appalling! It's unbelievable!

He must have awakened the vein of the Divine Dragon, and with the blood of the Supreme Divine Dragon, his cultivation had already undergone earth-shaking changes.

Bu Shishu's flying sword came out again, and dozens of black-clothed assassins who had been killed fell one after another under his fierce sword aura.

Bu Shishu, who was graceful and plain, turned around and said to Yao Caiwei with a smile: "Sister Wei, don't panic! I was ordered by Shanghai Xingtian to invite the Venerable Master, and on the way back, I met a strong man in the Demon Domain, and her old man asked me to take the first step, and I will come after getting rid of those enemies who come to attack!"

Yao Caiwei looked at Bu Shishu's deep eyes and whispered, "Thank you Bu Gongzi!"

Zhang Jin killed an assassin with a crossbow, and looked at Bu Shishu, who had just flown down from Zixiao Pavilion, his expression was still cold.

As soon as the world came to pass, the form of the scene changed suddenly.

His Ling Yan Sword gave birth to the Vast True Yuan, and the boundless sword qi forced a blood rain frenzy.

Countless black-clad assassins rushed to the ground in an instant.

When facing the enemy, when attacking the city, the role of the cultivator is mainly to deal with the enemy's cultivator.

Because the number of cultivators is too small, especially the cultivators of the higher realms, there are even fewer of them. So only be responsible for defending, or killing the cultivators of the opposing camp.

As a high-level cultivator, the casualties of ordinary soldiers and ordinary martial artists can be seen and killed, and they must not be out of proportion, affecting the tranquility of the sea and making preparations and judgments, so as to avoid unpredictable dangers.

The fat and thin warriors of the Demon Gate are shouldering such a task.

Now that the thin warrior is dead, the sword qi of the step world is like a wind in the sky, and the outlaws who have been painstakingly trained by the national teacher have burst like a bubble. The fat warrior had already thrown down Zhuo Zangfeng, and his magic power was running rapidly, intending to stop this god-like young man.

Zhuo Zangfeng slashed several people to death in a row At this moment, the more he killed, the more he killed, the more he scorched, the sea of dantian qi was full and bulging, and he had inexhaustible strength.

The black-clad assassin was gradually retreating, and Zhuo Zangfeng chased after him with his sword.

After a burst of rushing killing, he was already approaching the elders of the Demon Gate, and Zhuo Zangfeng had no fear when he was killed, proudly raised the white horse through the gap sword, and slashed down at the contemplative Wanren Mountain.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Bu Shishu's eyes. This teenager is finished.

However, in the next moment, the Bujia genius, who had always been calm, was a little surprised.

The Ten Thousand Mountains Demon Sword automatically flew out to meet the enemy.

A breath from the desolate mountains and rivers swept wildly.

Zhuo Zangfeng even collided with this force with a sword.

His sea of consciousness was blank, and his body swept into the air towards the sand and gravel in the wind, and then fell rapidly, like a heavy stone falling heavily to the ground.

The hard bluestone on the ground could not withstand the huge force, and it was smashed out of a large pit.

A bone-eating pain suddenly dispersed, and the sea of dantian qi shook like a boil.

His body was half buried in the earth.

......

Tui Ji stabbed Yan Beichun to death with a sword, and the wooden sword came out furiously, cutting down two assassins in a row and rushing over.

The little monk had a worried look on his face, staring closely at Zhuo Zangfeng, who was motionless in the dirt pit.

Yao Caiwei looked nervous and wanted to fly down.

At this time, from the Qujiang Pond in the far distance, a painting boat flew in.

Standing in the painting boat was a tall man in black, who was Wan Chongshan, the brother of Wan Lingshan, the elder of the Demon Gate.

Seeing those black-clothed assassins being slashed by the Bushi Shu Ling Yan Sword one after another, Wan Chongshan couldn't hold back any longer.

He had originally reined in his qi and was ambushed in the shadows, ready to deal with those more powerful cultivators that the Tang Dynasty would kill at any time.

At this point, he couldn't wait.

Although he had long since noticed that there was a fiery phoenix bird flying in the dark sky.

The bloodthirsty demon clan is extremely excited when he smells blood, and he is really not suitable for doing hidden agents.

Wanzhong Mountain cultivated to the level of a grandmaster equivalent to the "Four Divine Realms", and he used a nine-ring magic knife weighing 1,338 catties.

At this moment, his Nine-Ring Demon Knife was like a moving mountain, and Yao Caiwei could sense the murderous aura on the knife from a long distance.

The magic knife fell in the middle of the field, and Tui Ji was shaken open by the knife wind, flying out four or five feet. The other students who were close could not dodge, and were instantly engulfed by the sword wind, leaving no corpses behind.

The magic knife trembled, and dozens of students died tragically under the knife.

And the sword wind that fell to the ground, the blades that attacked the students, were just the tip of the iceberg of the entire knife mountain.

The magic knife was inlaid with nine huge rings, and the head of the knife was made of a gluttonous skull, and the blade was broad and shimmering with a blue blade. In this dark night, it seems to be an ancient beast that can swallow the heavens and the earth.

Yao Caiwei and Bu Shishu had the same idea, and they slashed at the same time.

The Frost Crawling Sword carried a cold and powerful sword aura, and when the Ling Yan Sword flew out, it roared like a divine dragon.

A sword qi condensed by the blood of a divine phoenix, a sword qi condensed by the blood of a divine dragon.

The two swords merged, and the two sword qi suddenly merged into one.

The night seemed to be torn apart in an instant.

The golden ring on the Nine Rings Demon Knife suddenly shook violently.

I don't know if it was the sword wind trembling, or if it was urged by the sword qi of the two young people.

This time, there was no sound, and only the incomparably powerful vitality on the magic sword and the dual swords could be seen colliding violently.

Yao Caiwei's body trembled, took a few steps back, and leaned her back against the attic door.

Her jaws had cracked.

A trace of pain flashed in the depths of Bu Shishu's calm eyes, and at the same time, his body trembled, and he was firmly held upright.

Although the Divine Dragon and Divine Phoenix bloodline is strong, the realm gap is too big.

Although the two swords are combined and the power is doubled, they still can't compete with the grandmaster-level masters.

The two regrouped their breath and drew their swords again.

Tui Ji staggered to his feet, blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth, and he looked eagerly at Zhuo Zangfeng, who was trapped in the pit.

Wan Lingshan shot with a sword, and no longer looked at the arrogant and ignorant young man.

He believed that no one in the realm of a first-grade martial artist could stop his sword qi.

The three elders of the Demon Gate, Wan Ling Mountain, Wan Chong Mountain, and Tie Wei were dispatched at the same time.

This was originally a shocking move.

For thousands of years, the demons have never set foot in the human area on a large scale.

Wan Qian Shan looked at the void, he didn't know if the iron was not sold and could stop the Starfish Heavenly Ten Thousand Flowers Holy Mother.

At this moment, he sensed that the young man in front of him who was knocked away by a sword had a smooth aura, and he seemed to be unscathed. (To be continued.) )