The black-robed Heavenly Resentment Sect Dragon Eye Realm elders around them wanted to support from the side, but Li Molan stood behind He Xingge, looking at them with a sword in one hand, the meaning was obvious. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those Demon Sect masters thought about the picture of Li Molan being three feet in front of him before, and no one could get close, and they had some jealousy in their hearts.

However, there is still a stalemate here, but He Xingge, who is back-to-back with Li Molan, has gone to the knife.

Facing the Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect who was wrapped in black qi and standing in the flying snow, his blade went from the bottom up.

Countless Haoran Qi rushed to the sky, swallowing mountains and rivers, and it suddenly made those demon monks feel infinite pain in their hearts!

The purest Haoran Knife shook the nine heavens and appeared in front of everyone.

Accompanied by those Haoran Qi that could extinguish all the darkness and filth, all the Demon Sect disciples who were shrouded in Haoran Qi suddenly had infinite shame in their hearts.

They felt that all the despicability in their hearts pierced their hearts like the tip of a needle at this moment, and they suddenly began to yearn for it, for reform, for washing their hands of gold, for being a good person.

These are the effects of Haoran's qi to cleanse the heart.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect was the one who felt it the most, because he faced the iron knife that came with the wind and snow in front of him, and he felt those heroic intentions most intuitively, and his eyes were about to split.

Looking at the countless sword lights that suddenly appeared in front of him, his pupils contracted.

He felt a palpitation, and he found that if these sword lights really fell on him, maybe he would really die, and he would be killed by a junior in the next generation.

If it had been in the past, he would not have believed that such a thing would happen, but now, he had to believe it.

Isn't it worthy of being the eighth young genius on the list?!

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect stepped back, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die in the hands of a junior like this, but Haotian Thirteen Style Demon Killing Cultivation was the most easy and neat, Haoran Knife was almost born to kill Demon Dao cultivators, and Haoran Qi was so restrained from Demon Cultivation, where could he hide?

Haoran knife way, the best at killing demons.

It's not that if you have mastered this kind of mastery, you can face any level of demon cultivation and be able to kill chickens and dogs one by one, but because the impact of Haoran's qi on the soul of the demon cultivator is too strong, and the Haotian Thirteen Styles that followed after shaking the Nine Heavens are as fast as a storm, and the Demon Dao Cultivator in a trance has no time to stop such a natural serial knife.

Haoran Knife is not suitable for fighting ordinary cultivators, and the effect can only be regarded as excellent, but it is not a top-notch master, but if it is used against demon cultivators, the effect is first-class and powerful.

Haoran's qi is already evil spirits!

It's just that he is not a true gentleman with the aura of Haoran, and he can't learn this set of sword techniques, which is also the reason why this kind of mastery is difficult to be stolen.

The iron knife slashed through the cracks between the cold wind and the flying snow, as if it could cut off people's hearts, and cut people and their spirits in two.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect gritted his teeth and slapped two palms forward, worthy of being an old demon who had cultivated for nearly a hundred years, and he could still be in danger at a critical moment, and two huge black palms several people tall appeared out of thin air.

The iron sword passed, and the demons retreated.

The black palm diffused in the air, and He Xingge was still moving forward.

He maintained the movement of the knife forward, forward in the wind and snow, forward on the devastated official road, and forward in the eyes of everyone.

He slashed forward, but countless swords appeared in the air.

Haotian Thirteen Forms, coming out coherently, were so fast that they could not see clearly, and many demon cultivators could only see that the great elder who was high up on weekdays kept retreating in his screams, and they couldn't see any power to parry.

All the attacks pale in front of the iron blade that seemed to be able to smash everything.

The iron knife is straight!

The eyes of the Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect were full of madness and ruthlessness, he no longer retreated, the black mist spread out from his body, as if it was a pitch-black night, and the space around him gradually dimmed under these black renderings, like an abyss.

Some of the dead trees in the distance that have not yet fallen are dyed black, like night, like ink, like demons!

In the black abyss, he watched the earth-shattering iron knife cut through the darkness and fall, and fought back frantically.

The black mist was like a tide, wave after wave, and he shot wildly on the tide of darkness, like a crazy ghost in the underworld.

He Xingge's expression was calm, a set of Haotian Thirteen Styles had ended, but immediately after, he started to shake the Nine Heavens again!

Thirteen knives reappeared.

Accompanied by a splash of blood!

The screams of the Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect became more and more mournful, his frantic roar turned into a terrible moan, the sword flashed, and the blood appeared, this was his wail gradually towards death.

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Of course, the other Demon Sect disciples would not sit still, but Li Molan stood behind He Xingge, without looking behind him, as if he was full of trust in He Xingge, and as if he had already seen the result.

He looked at those demon cultivators with fearful faces, and there was a cold sneer on his face.

The winter in the south of the North Sea is not particularly cold, it can only be said to be cold, not cold, and the winter in the north of the North Sea is naturally extremely cold, and it is not cold, it is cold.

His smile was cold now, because the killing intent in his body was almost irrepressible.

Those demon cultivators thought of Li Molan's previous appearance of killing people at will, no one dared to be the first bird, and no one did anything to him first, did they have to keep stalemate?

Of course, the demon cultivators wanted to kill the two in front of them.

But why didn't the two of them want to kill all the demon cultivators?

Li Molan is the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, so there is no reason to let go of any Demon Dao cultivator.

If you don't go up, then I'll go up.

Li Merlan clenched his sword, and then ran forward.

It's just that his speed is too fast, the pace under his feet is too subtle, and even because the trajectory of the sword blade is too traceless, in the eyes of everyone, he seems to have floated into the crowd.

In the distance, there were many flashes of black shadows in the shadow of the mountain.

More people were approaching here, like the swarms of locusts that gave the farmers a headache, and the black spots approached from the distant slopes, in the wilderness, in the foothills, in the frost and snow-covered grass.

Li Molan's sword was unparalleled sharp, so he killed many demonic monks.

Because of course those demon cultivator masters will also fight back, there are a lot of wounds on his green shirt, and under those fine wounds, you can vaguely see a lot of bright red colors smearing on the green shirt, like spring kapok blooming in the green leaves.

Countless sword shadows tore through the air.

The sword qi is rampant.

Hundreds of sword qi soared into the sky, and then fell into the air.

Countless potholes were blasted out of the ground, and in the ravines, Li Molan was like a swimming fish coming and going between the crowds.

Everywhere he passed, there would be blood bleaching the earth, and there would be heads falling to the ground with the sword light, but in the same way, the bright red on his body became more and more, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or someone else's.

There are hundreds of sword qi in the sky, and there are countless dead corpses on the ground, how tragic?

Until one side dies, of course.

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By the time those Heavenly Resentment Sect Demon Cultivators who had come to support from afar arrived here, everything was over.

The official road that should have been full of frost was soaked with coagulated blood, and two young men in tattered clothes, holding swords and knives, stood in the center of the chaotic corpses, obviously embarrassed, but they looked like an indescribable shock.

These demon cultivators looked at the countless corpses of people in their sect lying on the ground, and then looked at the two young men who looked a little faltering, and they actually felt a sense of admiration in their hearts.

It's just that they soon noticed their abnormal mood, hid that respect in their hearts, and re-revealed their ferocity.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, dressed in black, walked out of the crowd.

He is the sect master of the Heavenly Resentment Sect, and his name is Gu Xifeng.

He saw the corpses of countless disciples and elders belonging to his own sect on the ground, and also saw the corpse of the great elder at the feet of the white-clothed young man.

Looking at this bloody scene, there was a little more surprise between his eyebrows, but he didn't see any heartache.

Because when he decided to kill He Xingge to avenge his son, he was ready to give up the entire Heavenly Grievance Sect.

There are always some important things in people's lives, and they are finally enough to do anything about it.

Gu Xifeng's most important thing is his son, his son is dead, how much is the meaning of his life? It is better to sacrifice the entire Heavenly Grievance Sect to kill He Xingge, it's a big deal to abandon the entire sect, he Gu Xifeng can still be at ease in the world, Beihai can't stay any longer, go to Dongyu, go to the Western Jin Dynasty, go to Jingle, the Dao domain is so big, where can he not be accommodated?

Therefore, if he wants to die, he can sacrifice as much as he wants, Gu Xifeng has worked hard and secretly to run the Heavenly Grievance Sect all these years, and he didn't dare to make a big splash until the dry wine poem died, at this time he thought that his time had come, and the strength of the Heavenly Grievance Sect was directly chasing a big sect like the Longqian Peak Yuan Academy, and he was able to run the Demon Dao Sect that was almost the largest in Beihai, how much did it take to get it?

It's just that, compared to his own son, what is the Heavenly Resentment Sect?

The lives of thousands of demon cultivators in the sect, where is the life of their own son valuable?

Gu Xifeng's gaze swept over Li Molan, and then fell on He Xingge's body.

The two young men, who looked a little embarrassed, stood up straight, and from their eyes, in addition to exhaustion, there was more of a monstrous will to fight.

Could it be that after such a battle, they still have the strength to fight again?

However, with the strength of the early stage of the Dragon Eye Realm, why can they be so strong?

Just because they are the so-called pride of the sky?

Gu Xifeng thought so and said, "You are the pride of the sky, but you can kill my son at will?" He Xingge, you are the second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, and your status is extremely high, even I, the sect master of the Heavenly Grievance Sect, have no identity to talk about in front of you, but if you kill my son, you must pay for your life." ”

His words were calm, but anyone could hear the hidden thunderstorm beneath his words.

He Xingge said: "When I saw him, he was killing people, so of course I have to punish him." ”

"If it was another disciple, I, Gu Xifeng, would have endured it, but my son, it wouldn't work. ”

Gu Xifeng looked at He Xingge, and said expressionlessly: "No matter who kills my son, then he will not die!"

Calm and cold sounds drummed under the snowy sky.

"I don't want the family business I have accumulated over the past few decades, I risk my life to avenge my son, don't ask why, just because he is my son and I am his father. ”

"Don't mention your reasoning, does a father need any reason to avenge his son?"

"Even if Lu Qingfeng, the head of Qiu Ming Mountain, is standing here, I dare to do it, let alone you as a junior?"

Gu Xifeng is a demon monk, a big devil who has killed countless people, but he is also a father.

This is a father avenging his son, and that certainly makes sense.

After hearing these words, He Xingge's scarred palm clenched the handle of the knife again, and he was silent.

It seems that he feels that he is playing the piano to the cow, but he seems to have nothing to say and is speechless, so he can't answer.

After all, the question of right or wrong, truth or not, is not easy to answer. (To be continued.) )