Snowflakes flew in the sky, but none of them fell on Zimo's body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "You demons are guests from afar, it stands to reason that for the sake of some people's faces, I won't worry too much about you, but you shouldn't hurt my senior brother and sister, and even hurt my master." ”

Zimo took two steps forward, his figure was tall, like a spear standing there, "People respect me for a foot, I respect people." But if anyone deceives me an inch, I will pay it back tenfold. ”

After speaking, Zimo looked back at Lu Ningyuan and Lan Qingyun, and he smiled: "Senior brother and sister, how did this person hurt you?" ”

Although Zimo was smiling, everyone saw the coldness in his smile, even more so than this cold winter.

Lu Ningyuan is more honest, he is worried that Zimo is not this person's opponent, and said worriedly: "Senior brother, forget it, this person's cultivation is too strong." ”

He was honest, Lan Qingyun was not like this, she secretly twisted Lu Ningyuan hard behind her back, and when Lu Ningyuan turned his head a little confused, Lan Qingyun's eyes widened, and motioned him not to talk more.

Then she counted with her fingers like a count, "I vomited a mouthful of blood and was slapped twice." ”

"Lu Mutou was injured by him..."

"Your nephew Wang Che broke his right arm by him..."

"Liu Yue was hurt by him..."

……

Lan Qingyun said the names of seven or eight people in a row, and secretly looked at Zimo's face from time to time.

After careful observation, she found that although Zimo's face was getting more and more ugly, it still hadn't reached the level of an explosion, her eyes rolled, and she added fuel to the fire and said, "Also, the master was injured by the oldest guy's right arm and vomited two mouthfuls of blood." ”

Lan Qingyun pointed at the Great Elder of the Demon Clan and said indignantly.

Zimo knew that Lan Qingyun's words were mixed with water, but so what, he still chose to believe it.

Because in the rear is the family, and in front is the enemy.

Seeing that Zimo didn't put him in his eyes like this, Mu Yumian was not a brainless person, he was also a genius in the Demon Clan, for the sake of caution, he thought about it for a while and said, "Great Elder, what kind of cultivation does this person have, can you see it?" ”

"He hides his cultivation, and he can't see clearly what kind of realm he is, but the lowest is in the soul leaving realm."

A hint of strangeness flashed in the eyes of the Great Elder of the Demon Clan, and he slowly spoke.

Speaking of this, he looked at Zimo, and said without hurrying: "Boy, what realm are you in, if you exceed the Soul Leaving Realm, even if you win, you don't count." ”

Hearing this, Zimo sneered and said: "Although I am young, I am not so ungraceful, it is a coincidence that I am in the lower cultivation realm." ”

When Baili Chunqiu heard this, two extremely shocking lights shot out of his eyes, no matter how bold he guessed, he didn't expect that his apprentice would advance to the Soul Leaving Realm, what a great creation this kid had obtained in the Destruction Vortex.

Not only him, but those who know Zimo all look like they are daylight, Lan Qingyun is nothing, Lu Ningyuan's face is bitter, and anyone can see that his little junior brother has thrown him away.

Xue Ningchen lowered her head, happy for Zimo in her heart, but for some reason she was more disappointed.

Perhaps, when the distance is so far that you may not be able to catch up with all the strength of your life, no matter how confident you are, you will be ashamed of yourself.

Obviously, they still underestimated Zimo, and today is destined to be a day that shocks them for the rest of their lives.

Zimo no longer hid his cultivation, he dispersed the Hidden Yuan Technique, and his cultivation began to climb from the early stage of the spirit infant.

Mid-Infant...

Late Infant...

At the beginning of the Soul Realm...

In the middle of the Soul Realm...

Late stage of the Soul Realm...

The peak of the late stage of the soul realm!

It was only a few breaths of time, and Zimo's cultivation climbed directly from the early stage of the spirit infant to the peak of the soul realm before stopping.

Zimo looked at the old man of the demon clan with an extremely ugly face with a smile, and said indifferently: "Are you satisfied with this?" ”

The old man moved the corners of his mouth, "You have such cultivation at a young age, you are indeed good." ”

He had already observed Zimo's bone age and found that Zimo was only forty years old.

At the age of forty, he had already reached the peak of the Soul Separation Realm, and such a terrifying cultivation speed had never been seen in the history of their demon race, and he didn't think that one would appear in this desolate star.

Many people spend thousands of years not reaching the realm, but it only took him a few decades to do it, how could he not be shocked.

"In that case, let's get started."

The moment Zimo's words fell, the whole person moved, and he killed Mu Yumian.

"Demon Slaying Three Styles!"

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As soon as he made a move, Zimo used one of his hole cards, he wanted to be absolutely crushed, and he wanted to let these demons know who was the frog at the bottom of the well.

The outside world, he saw, more than they did.

He had seen the scenery from above.

Three small winds appeared from Zimo's hands, and when they came out, they were already three hurricanes.

The black hurricane swept up the snowflakes in the sky, roaring towards Mu Yumian with terrifying might.

Demon Mu Yumian's face changed wildly, and the black long knife from before suddenly appeared in his hand, and he shouted, "Demon Flame Three Stacks!" ”

The face on the black long knife suddenly lit up, and three purple flames flew out of the long knife like lightning, and after flying for a certain distance, the three purple flames merged into one and turned into a large flame mouth.

"Whew!"

At the same time, Mu Yumian opened his mouth and blew in the direction of Zimo, and then the big mouth turned by the purple flame also opened his mouth.

In an instant, the blows of the two collided together, and those fluttering snowflakes in the sky directly turned into green smoke and disappeared, and an extremely hot feeling came, and Baili Chunqiu waved his hand to arrange an enchantment, protecting all the disciples of the Sword Sect in it.

Zimo's three hurricanes disappeared in an instant as if they had never appeared.

Mu Yumian showed a hint of sarcasm, "Flashy spells, I thought you had any ability, it really disappointed me!" ”

Zimo wasn't angry, he chuckled, "Really? ”

Mu Yumian was about to continue to taunt Zimo, but found that the three hurricanes that disappeared had reappeared for some reason, and they had already arrived in front of him.

"Blue Devil Umbrella!"

Mu Yumian's eyes froze, revealing a trace of panic, and a small cyan umbrella appeared in his hand, and the small umbrella opened as soon as it appeared, blocking him in front of him.

As if ignoring any defenses, three hurricanes passed through Mu Yumian's body and then disappeared.

"Rain sleep!"

An old man of the demon clan couldn't help but shout.

Mu Yumian turned around and smiled at the old man, "Master, I'm fine!" ”

It's just that his smile looks so weird in the eyes of the old man, because his apprentice almost never smiles.

Mu Yumian didn't seem to notice his abnormality, he had a weird smile on his face, "Is this your method?" ”

"Naturally not!"

Zimo chuckled, three flying swords appeared in his hand, he flicked his fingers, and the index finger of his right hand landed on the tail of the Sumeru mustard sword, and he spat lightly, "Ghost!" ”

The Sumeru Mustard Sword disappeared with just a flash of light, followed by the Soldier Sealing Soul Sword and the Waning Moon Falling Star Sword.

The three flying swords flew out one after another, but they strangely appeared in Mu Yumian's upper, middle and lower three ways at the same time.

With the speed of such a ghost, not only Mu Yumian, but even several Shattered Realm cultivators stared at each other, revealing a look of surprise.

Mu Yumian was not in a hurry, and was about to resist with a long black knife in his hand, but an angry look appeared on his face again, and then as if he had seen something terrible, the pupils of his eyes contracted, and he roared like a beast, "What the hell have you done to me!" ”

He suddenly felt that he couldn't control his emotions, and those negative emotions erupted like a volcano.

The demons are already uncertain, and when they are hit by Zimo's three ways of slaying demons, they will naturally not have good fruits to eat.

Mu Yumian's consciousness was already a little blurry at the moment, he just tried his best to dodge the attacks of Zimo's two swords, and the third Waning Moon Falling Star Sword was already known for its speed, and with the blessing of the ghost, the speed was even faster.

The Waning Moon Falling Star Sword passed through Mu Yumian's left arm in an instant, cutting off his left arm directly from his elbow.

The pain of the broken arm and the influence of the three demon slaying styles, Mu Yumian couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

Zimo naturally wouldn't give up, a circle of ripples appeared under his feet, and then the whole person disappeared, and when he appeared, he was already standing behind Mu Yumian.

"This finger is your punishment for hurting my senior sister!"

Zimo stretched out his index finger and directly hit Mu Yumian's shoulder, which was already crazy, and his shoulder was directly shot through a hole.

"This finger is your punishment for hurting my senior brother!"

The index finger pointed out again and landed on Mu Yumian's other shoulder.

"This finger is your punishment for hurting my nephew!"

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Zimo moved his index finger a total of eight times, piercing eight parts of Mu Yumian's body, although it was not fatal, but he would have to lie down for at least half a year when he went back to the demon clan.

The demon clan elder behind him looked hideous, and he said coldly: "Can you stop, he has already been defeated, you are doing this, it is simply too deceitful!" ”

Zimo turned his face slightly and said disdainfully: "Forget it? When you hurt my brothers, sisters, and nephews, have you ever thought about it? Besides, I'm bullying him today, so what? ”

"Just now I punished you for hurting my senior brother, sister and nephew, this blow is the punishment of your demon clan for hurting my master, in fact, this shouldn't be counted on your head, but who made you the same clan, only wronged you."

Zimo stretched out his index finger and middle finger, put his two fingers together, and his two fingers seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost, directly on Mu Yumian's forehead.

Mu Yumian, who was screaming miserably, suddenly stopped screaming, his eyes were dull, as if he had seen something incredible, and then he went completely crazy.

He said words that no one understood, and he ran into the distance, crying, laughing, angry, sad...

This style is a spell that Zimo discovered from the treasure house of the Sky Fox Clan, and it is very simple to learn, called the Soul Splitting Technique.

This spell is not fatal, but it can destroy a person's brain, keep people on the verge of collapse with the pain of exploding their head and tearing their souls, and it is a cruel means of punishment.

After doing this, Zimo turned around and walked towards Baili Spring and Autumn.

The entire Sword Sect disciples were all excited, and their voices were full of excitement, and they said in unison: "Welcome back to the junior uncle!" ”

Zimo beat the enemy they thought was invincible into a fool with the power of thunder, how could they not be excited by such a means, the cultivation realm is originally respected by the strong, whoever has the big fist speaks, and now that they see their little uncle showing great might, as juniors, they are naturally more excited and worshipful.

Seeing that his demon disciple was suffering so inhumanly, the slightly younger demon old man's eyes flashed with resentment, and he looked at Zimo's back and showed a sinister smile.

He stomped his foot lightly and suddenly disappeared in place, and at the same time, a black light emitted from his hand, hitting Zimo's back.

With his cultivation in the early stage of the Tianyi Realm, if this blow falls, Zimo will definitely die.

"Zimo be careful!"

Baili Chunqiu's expression changed greatly, he didn't expect this person to be so shameless, relying on his cultivation to sneak attack his disciple regardless of his identity.

But with his cultivation, it was too late to save Zimo before the old man's attack, but he still used the method of smoke and rushed towards his apprentice, not for anything else, because it was his own apprentice.

Along with him was Baili Chang'an, and now he saw Zimo as the hope of the Sword Sect for a more brilliant future, so naturally he couldn't let him die here.

Xue Ningchen realized it later, but she didn't hesitate at all and flew towards Zimo.

If he dies, what is the meaning of his life?

People are gone, hope, and naturally there is also hope.

On the other hand, Zimo, who was in the center of absolute danger, was not slow, he turned around and looked at the old man of the demon clan who made a sneak attack.

Zimo was motionless, there was no panic or fear on his face, only a thick sarcasm.

Although the old man of the demon clan felt that it was inappropriate, but he had to send the arrow on the string, the black light in his hand was even better, and he said coldly: "Boy, you can die, the one who killed you, Demon Mu Jue!" ”

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