The demon flame spewed by the flying sword was destroyed by the aura, and the narrow sword body was solid enough, but in front of the meridian sword, it was like a burning stick in the child's hand, and it was directly knocked away.

When it knocked out, it had a swirling arc of electricity, like whips constantly whipping the sword body, like a ravage.

The flying sword roared in bursts, and the sound was like crying and resentment, with unspeakable grievances.

In the collision with its opponent, it felt a roar like heavenly might, like the ancestor of the sword. In addition, it also feels the agility of the wind, the brutality of fire, the majesty of thunder, and even the grandeur and majesty of the Dharma.

None of them are as powerful as heaven, and none of them can afford to provoke.

Losing to such an opponent is not a crime of war.

The meridian sword paused slightly, and then the sword was unfurled, like an enraged lion, pounced forward with an even more fierce attitude, and slashed directly at the opponent's master.

It is better to bully the small than to bully the old, it is better to kill the slave than to destroy its master, the magic sword has a spirit, and there is a breath of disgust in the body that makes the meridian sword extremely disgusted.

The sword light rushed to his face, and the blood spurting out of the swallow bone had not had time to erase it, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The sword that was as wide as a knife and as violent as a stick and had no beauty at all had an indescribable killing intent on it, which made his heart tremble and his scalp tingle.

He saw that the monk had suffered a lot of injuries in this collision, and his body was curled upside down like the wind, which was enough to prove that his cultivation was not as good as his own, and there was no possibility of concealment. However, I don't know Weishenme, but the sword didn't seem to be affected much, and rushed over like a slave who avenged the Lord, ignoring his sword at all, just cutting off his head on the head.

didn't have time to think about the reason, Yan Gu screamed wildly, and clapped his hands continuously. Countless majestic figures were released, among which there were people, beasts, and even demon spirits.

How proud I was before, but now I am in a hurry, and I don't have time to respond. He had no choice but to use the life of the demon slave who had been sacrificed for many years to fill the gap and gain a buffer for himself.

"Ahh

The blood rain swept in the air, and the meridian sword was like a broken bamboo, and after breaking through the triple barrier in a row, it viciously cut into the shoulder of the swallow bone. One arm fell silently, and the sharp pain in his body and the horror in his heart made him unable to control himself, and he let out a desperate wail.

The wail was short and violent, interrupted before it could fall, and a red tongue appeared in the air at some point. Lightning-fast through the severed arm incision into the body, stirring violently and with suction.

After a sword duel, Thirteen Lang returned to his previous viciousness and agility, how could he turn over and escape;

"Uh......"

Whimpering voices mingled. On one side, the fat and greedy swallowing, on the other hand, the swallow bone body withered like shrinkage. Instantly turned into a dried corpse.

His Yuan Ying was hit with a hole by the long tongue, colorful, and his two little hands gestured in vain, unable to pronounce even a complete syllable.

In this case, there is no teleportation.

The soaring figure approached the next moment, with blood on his lips. Thirteen Lang's five fingers did not hesitate to stretch out and grab, and took out the shriveled Yuan Infant from the swallow bone body, followed by hundreds of forbidden rings and threw it into the space.

He didn't even pause, his wings popping out from his back. Fluttering and disappearing in place, when it appeared, it was less than five feet close to Yan Xu.

There is no nonsense, and Thirteen Lang raises his hand to punch it.

The fist shone, and the space around it distorted in that instant, and there was a crackling sound. The punch seemed to break through a barrier, and with each step forward, it made a crashing sound like a mountain.

"The ...... of the Dharma"

It was not until this time that Yan Xu and the others really realized that this person was the killer who killed Yan Mi, that is, the person Yan Qingqing had pointed to in the previous warning signal.

Yan Qingqing must have died, and Yan Gu was also killed in front of the two of them, and now it was their turn.

Until just now, they couldn't believe that a Jiedan monk could actually kill the Yuanying monk, and even the Yuanying couldn't escape.

It wasn't until that moment just now that they discovered that this young man, who was no more than thirty years old, not only had dual cultivation of the Dharma body, but also had a strong refining body and supernatural powers.

He also teleports!

......

......

"Stacked Mountains, Loose Kill!"

The palm shadow is like a mountain, the mountains and mountains can be encircled; the thin sword is like silk, the silk can be broken and long, the frightened Yan Xu burst out with all his strength, his left hand waved dozens of mountain shadows, and the thin sword in his right hand flashed countless times, like pine needles without gaps, stabbing at Thirteen Lang.

The other old man finally arrived within the range of the attack, and the thin sword shot like a meteor into the back of the heart of Thirteen Lang, waving his hands and opening his mouth to spit out a huge bell.

After all, they are Yuanying monks, and with the Yuanying Spirit Body's sense of the power of heaven and earth, no matter how fast Shisanlang's movements are, how sharp his reactions are, and how accurate his grasp of the fighter is there, they will not have no way at all. Yan Gu can still use some means when facing such a desperate situation, how can the two of them come from afar, how can they be helpless.

In the face of an impenetrable attack, Thirteen Lang's figure remained unchanged, but he stretched out his left hand.

This is the confrontation between the martial spirit and the monk, there is no skill to speak of, the flesh and the magic weapon, the supernatural power and the liliang, there is the purest collision.

The sound of crackling sounded one after another, and the fist broke through the twenty-eight mountain shadows, and the remaining momentum was still inexhaustible, and it gently landed on Yan Xu's left shoulder.

The shoulders instantly concave, as if the dough had been pressed out of a pit, and the fine and orderly flesh and bones inside were instantly kneaded into a ball by a huge force, turning into mud that could not distinguish each other.

At the same time, the rapier connected the dots on Jusan Lang's body countless times, and Zuihou stabbed him in the palm of his left palm.

One through and then still.

Dozens of blood arrows shot out from Thirteen Lang's body, no matter how tough his body was, it was difficult to carry the sword of the Yuan Infant Cultivator, and he was almost stabbed into a sieve.

The demonic energy gushed out from the flying sword, intending to invade the body, and the aura in the body was full of energy, crushing the demonic energy and counterattacking, and the instantaneous change between attack and defense was carried out in the body of Thirteen Lang.

A bucket of boiling oil poured into the blood, indescribable pain and suffering.

Sweat instantly flowed down his cheeks like a stream, and Thirteen Lang's gaze was calm and indifferent, and his five fingers were closed towards the middle.

Click!

If the ice is broken, the flying sword that is difficult to cut the meridian sword is tightly held by him, and it is bent into a ninety-degree hook.

The sword body is frustrated. The flying sword let out a wail, and finally couldn't stop the counterattack of the spiritual power, and the demon flame was extinguished.

"He can't move, kill him!"

Yan Xu spurted blood wildly, his eyes showed extreme horror and resentment, and he howled wildly.

He's right. At this time, Thirteen Lang and him were both defeated, and it was difficult to use that kind of teleportation power.

But he forgot one thing, his opponent had not only hands, but also a head, a body, and two legs.

The momentum of the forward rush did not change at all, and Thirteen Lang threw himself into Yan Xu's arms, hitting his head head, and his knees smashed into his lower abdomen like a hammer.

Bang bang!

The dull impact rammed Yan Xu's howl into his chest. His body was folded in half instantly, his face was devoid of facial features, and the back of his head was close to his back, like two building blocks put together. A huge hole appeared in his waist, and the flesh was mixed with blood and spurted wildly, like a mouth laughing wildly.

Thirteen Lang's right hand was pressed down at this time, with surging flames and lightning, and grabbed the villain with a panicked face and grabbed it fiercely.

Ash Fly...... Smoke out!

......

......

"Eang!"

Two large front hooves dance like wheels. In an instant, there were countless collisions with the flying sword that rushed into the back of the thirteen langs.

Flames burst out, and black shards flew in all directions. The hard, mirror-like iron hooves were cut out of countless cracks, like the face of an old man.

Yan Mu exuded an expression of disbelief, as if there were two giant drums beating continuously in his chest, and his heart was almost shattered. He struck out a series of magic duels with both hands, urging the mana like a desperate death, and unfolding the flying sword to the extreme.

The giant bell shrouded in the air. The shaking is like a mountain of ten thousand jun, about to ......

Rumble!

A ...... Countless buzzing sounds converged together, and they exploded like thunder, and dense black dots appeared in the field of vision, turning into countless sharp arrows. In an instant, he was trapped firmly in the center.

It wasn't until he was left alone, and until it was confirmed that it was impossible for anyone to miss or escape, that Shisanlang finally released this zuihou and the strongest killer weapon, completely cutting off Yanmu's hope of escape.

After ten years of no fighting, the Spirit Disgust ant felt the anxiety and hatred coming from the queen's soul, and the madness and tyranny displayed were unimaginable.

"It's ...... Ahh

Fortunately to be the first demon cultivator to taste the horror of the Spirit Disgusting Ant, Yan Mu didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly recalled the giant bell back to the top of his head, forming a thick barrier.

Futile!

Spirit-weary ants don't eat anything, even stones can be used as food, even flying swords can be devoured; except for aura, this shijie has nothing to make them afraid; under the urging of the queen ant, they are like tens of thousands of gluttonous monsters, hungry wolves towards the giant bell, towards the body of Yan Mu.

Once, less than a thousand flying ants were awarded the head of the Buddhist monks, after a few years, the flying ants are no longer comparable to those years, this giant bell is not not strong, but under the devouring of tens of thousands of flying ants, how many times can it last?

However, after three breaths, Yan Mu's eyes changed from horror to despair, and in his feelings, the mana was like a flood pouring into the giant bell, but the effect was like a drop in the bucket, and it almost didn't work.

His figure reversed, trying to teleport the Yuan Ying out of his body to escape, and then he found that countless sword lights rose around him at some point, and in the center was the big sword that rushed back to the battlefield, completely isolating the breath of heaven and earth.

He looked up in a panic and found that the toad was coming from a distance, with a long tongue rolling up a half-corpse, and with a look of unfinished meaning on its face, it was swallowing heavily.

He turned around and found that the big gray had already stood up straight, and the thirteen lang next to him appeared like a bloody man, clasped the flying sword in his hand, and rubbed it casually.

"Ahh

There was a sharp pain in his heart, and the flying sword that had been repairing for his life lost contact in an instant, and he could no longer feel a trace.

After being hit hard, Yan Mu spewed a mouthful of blood, and shouted in a hissed voice: "Daoist friends spare their lives, and the old decay wishes to ......"

"I'm in a hurry, I can only ask you once. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't even raise his head, clapped his hands and took out a bottle of elixir, took half of it himself, and stuffed the other half into the big gray mouth.

"How many demon hunters are there in the Demon Hunting Forest. ”

"Three thousand killers, old and decayed...... The old slave knows everything, and only asks Daoist friends to ...... these spirit worms."

"No, you can die. ”

A black shadow appeared beside Yan Mu, his legs entangled like the tail of a scorpion, and stabbed out.

"Don't ......"

The unwilling cry was only half of it, and Yan Mu's expression froze on his face, and there was no more sound.

"And the enemy ......"

......

...... (To be continued.) )