A brilliant sword light streaked across the sky, slicing through the air and cutting off all light in its path.

The figure was proud, based on the blood of the demons outside the sky, swept away all the scattered demonic qi on the earth, and finally condensed into an entity, formed from the six soul flags, condensed in the outside world, with a thick body, strong and powerful, with two horns on the top of the head, and rough skin, if it weren't for the little change in it, Wen Chuanting couldn't help but exclaim: "Where did this black charcoal head come from!"

The figure is still in the space of the Six Soul Banners, it can't be suppressed, it can't be refined, and when it appears outside, the power of the Six Soul Banners is even lower, and it can't have any effect on it, and it can also be said to be invalid at this time.

The sword light fell, and the long sword on Wen Chuanting's waist jumped up suddenly, and fell into his hand, and a transparent sword qi that was almost condensed into substance shot out, shocking, like thunder, the sword qi flashed, and the air burst into a roar.

The sword light collided with the knife light, silently, both of them were extinguished, the sword light flashed again, and Wen Chuanting was not far behind, a little pear blossom appeared, and the point was on the knife light that fell down.

The two of them fought fast, shuttling between light and shadow, unable to see the real body, bright and flickering, white flowers, sword light and sword qi frolicking.

The two figures separated abruptly, the figure took a step back, his gaze swept over his chest, and a sword wound stretched horizontally, slashing diagonally from his right shoulder to the left side of his hip bone, almost dissecting his entire person.

"I didn't expect that my dignified generation of Dao Venerable was actually injured by your little indigenous sword. ”

The figure raised his head, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and his voice did not hide the anger of the wound under the ants, and the killing intent of shame before the snow.

Asked Chuanting at the beginning, he suddenly changed his dissatisfaction, "Hmph, Dao Zun?!You are just a remnant soul formed by the convergence of the residual consciousness in the blood of many demons, and you dare to say with a shy face that you are in the Dao Zun realm? If your deity is here, I will immediately turn around and leave, as for you, you are just a Venerable Realm cultivator, comparable to me, how can you be contemptuous from above?!"

With a burst of shouts, he didn't say anything, and he didn't look at the figure Tie Qing's face, his fingers flicked, the long sword trembled, and thousands of sword qi burst out, as thin as a cow's hair, dense as stars, covering the figure all over the sky.

"Damn the natives!"

The figure was furious, the muscles of his whole body twitched, the corners of his eyes were beating endlessly, and the long knife was dancing, impermeable to the wind, and the water could not be splashed, and in an instant, the sword qi that was accumulating from it was resisted.

The attack did not stop, and after the sword qi was fired, the thunderstorm followed, spinning like a knife, cutting through the air.

Wen Chuanting's eyes widened, and he saw that on the figure's body, the oblique sword wound, the demonic qi was flowing vigorously, and the blood was wriggling, and it was not long before the wound was covered, and he couldn't see any injuries. He was ruthless in his heart, "You can't kill, you can't beat it, the blood and demonic qi condensed into the body, and there is no flesh and blood bones to hurt, unless you break the remnant soul consciousness that condenses the body in one fell swoop!"

"Xiaozhou, hook out his remnant soul, lure him into the sea of knowledge, I will suppress him, and refine him in one fell swoop!"

Siyu also saw the problem and couldn't help but remind him.

"It's so easy to say!"

Wen Chuanting was depressed in his heart, with three points of annoyance, his fingers wiped the sword body, and a blood-red sword qi faded from above, the cold killing intent was restrained, and he did not vomit, and the last hair came first, passing through the storm of sword qi, hidden in the heroic light of the sword qi in the sky.

The center of the eyebrows cracked, a drop of crimson slid down, and a powerful soul power erupted, causing the wind and clouds to change, the pressure came, the sword light and the storm paused for a moment, and the sword light that the water could not splash was stagnant for a moment.

The figure stiffened, the muscles of the face were twisted, the eyes were wide open, the blood was spreading, and it was red, and a violent anger came out of its mouth with terrible pain.

Blossoms of red plums burst from the body, and handfuls of demonic energy bloomed from the bursting plum blossoms.

Shrouded in endless coercion, the powerful soul power rolled back and forth in the body, walking wantonly on every vein, every meridian, looking for the deeply hidden remnant soul consciousness.

As a primate human being, the soul consciousness is hidden deep in the brain and is protected by layers of protection, because of this, the powerful soul power of Wen Chuanting first attacked the head of the human figure, and just entered it, Wen Chuanting found that something was wrong.

The skull constructed by the blood demonic qi exploded, there was no imaginary splash of flesh and blood, there was no red and white scattering and flying, and some were just a handful of demonic smoke dotted with a little blood red color. An illusory mushroom usually grows on a broken neck.

"You can't kill me!"

The demonic qi and blood flower flowed backwards, flying towards the broken neck, and in the blink of an eye, half a head had appeared.

A blood-red sword light suddenly appeared, circling the neck that had just grown half of the head, and half of the skull fell down, still in mid-air, dispersed and reduced into blood demonic qi, and flew towards the neck again.

The fingers of the figure circled, pinched into a lotus, and the blood demonic qi that flew towards the neck turned, and as the fingers connected, it turned into a giant palm mixed with red and black, and slapped towards the rolling and riotous sword qi storm.

On the way, the qi became a dragon, and the storm of sword qi that rolled forward frantically was blocked, and the sword qi composed of the inner core collided chaotically, making a creaking sound.

Asking Chuanting increased his strength, and the sword qi storm slowly moved forward, twisting and crooked figures, and there was a possibility of falling apart at any time in the creaking sound.

Sure enough, the sword qi storm collided with the black and red palm, and a huge palm print fell on the rotating storm's body, and an iron plate was placed horizontally on the rotating water vortex, and the storm fell apart in an instant, and the sword qi raged, fluttering up large clouds of smoke and dust.

The black and red palms destroyed the storm, unhurriedly slapped towards Wen Chuanting, a big banner swept over, the palm disappeared, the black and red were no more, and the heaven and earth were still in their true colors.

Ask Chuanting held the big banner in his hand, facing the wind formed after the storm dispersed, and roared angrily in his heart, "I can't deal with you, I still don't believe that I can't deal with your palm made of demonic qi and blood, without the suppression of your remnant soul consciousness, the blood demonic qi is just to provide food for my big flag!"

The knife light is rolling, the muddy waves are flying, the giant palm is lost, the figure is even more arrogant, the knife light is Huohuo, and the sword light is all in front of Wen Chuanting, the snow light is bright, and the dazzling light is bright.

The blood surged, the demonic qi rolled, and when Wen Chuanting looked over, he just saw that the last shape was completed, and a complete head was firmly located on the neck.

The expected situation, Wen Chuanting was not the slightest surprised, there was no bone and flesh support, the other party was just that blood demonic qi condensed into a shape.

The sword light and the sword light collided fiercely, the storm and rain did not give in to each other, the two of them were half a catty and eight taels, no one could help anyone, the sword light and sword shadow, in a short time, collided with each other more than a thousand.

The two fought fiercely on the wasteland, running all the way, extremely fast, moving fast, attacking fast, one winning in cultivation is a line higher, the other is winning in living thousands of years more, there are many means, and the move skills make up for the gap in cultivation.

Along the way, the sword light split the earth into ditches, and the sword qi ploughed out ravines, and the ditches and ravines were scattered and intertwined, wantonly sketching on the devastated land, and the pattern after the demon blood fell was destroyed.

Asked Chuan to stand all around, the sword qi rotated, the storm protected himself, rolled him wolf and ran to the pig, shuttled in the sword light to dodge, a little careless, the sword light fell, ploughing out traces on the sword qi storm, the sword qi rotated, and the knife marks were erased in an instant.

The figure laughed wildly, his hand rose and fell, one knife was faster than a knife, one knife was more ruthless, and he slashed at Wen Chuanting along an arc, the front knife just fell, and the back knife rose again, slashing in the same position.

The sword qi swirled, and the storm swam, blocking the sword light in the ripples, dispersing the sharp strength throughout the storm.

In an instant, dozens of swords fell, and the sword qi storm rotated a little slower, missing the last one, and the blood flowers jumped away in an instant.

The knife qi raged through the meridians, and the strength on the knife fell on his body, shocking Wen Chuanting's whole body numb, unable to move, his internal organs were in severe pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Die!"

The figure laughed hideously, twisted his waist and stride, the sword light lit up, and successively slashed on the sword qi storm that was out of control because of the loss of consciousness, the sword light broke through the sword qi, tore the storm, and along a straight line, slashed fiercely at the stiff Wen Chuanting.

Bang Bang Bang, burst one after another, dense as a thunderstorm crit, a fiery red streamer rotated in front of him, and the knife light slashed on it, unable to move an inch, except for a circle of ripples, there was no inch.

"See how many knives you can block me!"

The figure sneered, able to destroy the sword qi storm, this layer of weak red light film, he really didn't believe that it could block his fierce and fierce sword strength.

With one hand raised, he gave up his control of the five virtual fist arms, held both hands on the hilt of the knife, and slashed straight down with a thunderous storm.