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Fortunately, the sect master of the late stage of the Dragon Eye Realm had not yet appeared, Li Molan clenched the hilt of his sword and looked at the group of Dragon Eye Realm Demon Sect cultivators.

He Xingge stood behind him, with his back to him, facing the dozens of Demon Sect disciples of the Three Realms, thinking that each of them had dozens of lives in their hands, the iron knife in his hand became more and more cold, and the cold meaning emitted was like a glacier on the endless snow field.

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Li Molan's sword moved.

is obviously at a disadvantage, and the other party dares to take the lead unscrupulously, which is obviously too conceited.

Those Demon Sect masters had the anger of being despised in their hearts, so they also shot out angrily, and countless black air currents rolled and surged, swords forward, palms forward, and swords forward, and everyone went all out, even if they didn't recognize Li Molan's identity.

No one would have thought that this simple iron sword, which didn't look so strange, turned out to be the famous Beihai Dragon Elephant Sword, which naturally inevitably had a surprising ending for everyone.

Those attacks came from all directions, and the dragon elephant sword slashed through the air with swiftness, and when it swirled around the body, it was a slash.

What a fast sword!

The black pupils of the elders of the Demon Sect contracted, because they were shocked to find that they couldn't see through the mysterious trajectory of that sword, and the speed of that sword was even faster than ever!

In the air, the path that Jian Feng traveled left behind countless sword flowers.

"The Seven Killing Styles in the Hundred Grass Sword Compendium?" The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect arrived belatedly and appeared on the top of the mountain not far away, and when he saw this exquisite sword as soon as he arrived, his eyes immediately widened.

"No, it's not a seven-kill style, but why is it so similar?"

This Great Elder of the Heavenly Grievance Sect couldn't be silent any longer, and immediately came over in this direction, and at the same time, ten miles away, a hundred miles away, there were Demon Cultivators of the Heavenly Grievance Sect rushing over, if everyone arrived, these two young cultivators would definitely die!

Of course, Li Molan used the Seven Kills style in the Hundred Grass Sword Compendium, but it was different, because this was not a pure Seven Kills style, this was a unique sword move that was born by fusing the Seven Kills Style with the Heavenly Punishment Sword in the Holy Maiden Sword Technique.

Slashed forward, but left seven sword flowers in front of him, attacking forty-nine sword shadows.

Three feet in front of you, no one can get close!

Li Molan's kendo attainments finally broke out at this moment, and the sword intent remained in the forty-nine sword shadows in front of him.

There are countless sword shadows, as if countless people are out of the sword.

Unexpectedly, he repelled several Dragon Eye Realm Demon Dao masters!

There were a lot of things flying into the sky.

For example, the tip of a sword that has been severed, such as a severed hand that has been bleeding profusely, such as a blade that has been cut in two, and a skull.

Li Molan gasped slightly, the sword just now was not a simple sword, it was no longer limited to sword moves, it was obvious that there were mysteries in the process of sword play.

This sword, or countless swords, he himself didn't quite understand how to do it.

It's just that after that sword, he immediately noticed that his divine soul was a little weaker in an instant.

It was also quite difficult for him to harness such a sword.

Fighting to raise war, walking between life and death, this can often bring amazing growth, how many amazing and brilliant people throughout the ages have risen in endless pressure and battle? Li Molan is fighting with so many masters alone at this moment, that kind of pressure is not at all something that ordinary people can bear, but after accompanying that sword, his kendo attainments have also begun to grow rapidly, and even he doesn't know it.

His body arched, his muscles tensed, and he stepped forward, like a devouring green leopard, and rushed in front of a demon path master with a broken arm before he could react!

It's as fast as a cold winter wind.

If it is lightning, if it is a strong wind, it is faster than the sound, faster than the naked eye!

With lightning speed, he stabbed the blade of his sword into his opponent's chest.

Then in the face of those attacks coming from all directions, he picked up the corpse that was not completely dead, threw the corpse as a weapon and threw it out, threw it to the crowd on the left, turned around and took out the sword to the right, in the face of those strange forces of light and shadow, he saw through the vanity with clear eyes, and was not afraid at all, and used the basic sword move to open the mountain sword from top to bottom, and the lotus flower was born step by step under his feet, and he actually cut through the crowd and hit the strongest of the demon masters on the right, and cut it into two from the middle under the Huashan Mountain!

This set of killings is smooth, there are strong people in Dongyu who can take the head of the enemy in the army, Li Molan can easily hack another master to death without being injured after killing one person, and he also has a bit of style.

This scene was terrifying, very powerful and invincible, and almost shattered the courage of all demon monks.

The two Demon Dao cultivators standing beside him retreated, and they actually had a fear of this young man in green shirts, but Li Molan was not very happy at the moment, the impact of those spiritual qi was just bitten down by him, although he was not injured, but the pain was still there.

At this time, a voice sounded in his ears.

"You're Li Molan?"

Li Molan was shocked.

He didn't even notice the dark shadow that appeared beside him.

At this moment, seeing this black-robed old man slap his palm, which was full of goosebumps, to his chest, his body couldn't react at all.

Time seems to stand still in this moment.

The claw-like palm of the ghost paused in the void, and an iron knife fell from the sky in the cold wind.

Countless winds, explosions, and shouts sounded on the official road, and countless ravines were torn out on the ground by the strong wind, and trees in the distance fell one after another.

An iron knife like frost stopped in front of Li Molan.

He Xingge stood there, with dots of red blood sticking to his body, of course, these bloodstains were not his.

It's just that there is a bloody mark on his back, which has been torn open along with the white clothes, and it is obviously a new injury.

There was more blood seeping out, some seeping people.

Previously, he was surrounded and killed by more than thirty Demon Sect disciples, although he could still deal with it, but he also had to concentrate completely, but when the black-robed old man attacked Li Molan, He Xingge found out earlier, so he ignored the sword blade that a Demon Sect disciple slashed at behind him, and stopped the fatal blow of the black-robed old man at the last moment, but he also directly took that sword, leaving such a terrifying wound in his back.

He was under siege at the time, but he still desperately went to relieve Li Molan.

It's not because he doesn't want to die, but he feels that since Li Molan is here to help him, then no matter what, even if he dies, he should die in front of him, so he can have a clear conscience.

This is his gentlemanly way.

Li Molan stood behind He Xingge.

His gaze fell on the scarlet sword wound behind He Xingge, and then he looked at the black-robed old man.

He didn't know that the other party was the Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect, a powerhouse in the late stage of the Dragon Eye Realm, but he could feel the strength of the other party.

In the face of this strength, Li Molan's eyes showed killing intent, there was no fear or fear, only the sword intent of killing spread around him, spreading to the field a hundred meters away.

Countless black-robed people surrounded them, three circles inside and three circles outside, but this was only a small part of less than half of the team of the Heavenly Resentment Sect chasing He Xingge, but it was so powerful.

Li Molan's sword was calm.

He Xingge's knife was also very calm.

They looked at the black-robed man standing in front of them, and tightened their grips on the hilt of their swords.

"Li Molan, the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, and He Xingge, the second disciple of Qiu Mingshan, are interesting and interesting, and being able to kill two Beihai Tianjiao at one time really makes the old man feel very excited. ”

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect showed a grim smile and said, "Your divine soul must be more nourishing than ordinary people, and you may be able to help the old man cultivate to the next level." ”

"I'm not afraid of eating bad stomachs. Li Molan's eyes showed a mocking look.

The Demon Sect monks surrounded them, but instead of approaching, they retreated far away.

They knew that if the Great Elder personally intervened, then the battle would rise to an indescribable height, and the intervention of others would only cause chaos for the Great Elder.

Only those Heavenly Resentment Sect elders of the Dragon Eye Realm would wait for an opportunity to move beside them, as if they were brewing some thunderous blow.

"Can you kill it?" asked Li Molan.

He Xingge hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively, "Maybe?"

He wasn't very sure, because he was really not very good at fighting, especially this kind of life-and-death battle, he was not good at it, so he wasn't sure if he could do it.

However, he wanted to give it a try.

"Then try it, I believe you still have potential. Li Molan smiled and winked at He Xingge.

He Xingge said helplessly: "Are you looking up to me too highly?" ”

Li Molan said: "You are the complete inheritor of the Dao system of Autumn Mountain, to put it mildly, this is the dignity of Autumn Mountain, where can you fail?"

"Are you chatting very leisurely, it is the first time that you can despise the old man so much in so many years. The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect said coldly.

He took a step forward.

Suddenly, the snowflakes that had not fallen in the sky for many days fell again.

In the late stage of the Dragon's Eye Realm, the distance to the Self Realm is only a difference in perception, if he is really angry, the powerful power is enough to cause the celestial phenomena to change.

So it began to snow in the sky, and it fell in clusters, although it was not the goose feather snow north of the North Sea, but it also had a unique charm.

A snowflake fell on He Xingge's shoulder.

He turned his head to look at Li Molan and said seriously: "What you said makes sense, I can't fail." ”

Then he patted the white snow off his shoulders, smoothed the wrinkles on his white clothes, and raised his knife as if he was very solemn, looking at the Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect.

"It's the first time I've used the full Haotian Thirteen Forms to a cultivator, so I don't know how powerful it is......"

He Xingge said, with some coldness in his eyes: "But I think it can still be done by killing you." ”

"Hubris. The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect sneered.

This is definitely a fool's dream, anyone who says this will give people a sense of fantasy, even if you are a genius who is eighth on the Beihai Billboard, even if you have mastered the swordsman of the Autumn Famous Mountain, how can you challenge to this point?

Yes, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect didn't believe it.

But Li Molan believed.

So he looked at the black-robed old man with a smile, and there was always some sarcastic smile in his eyes. (To be continued.) )