Chapter 41: The Mysterious Skull (Part I)

Ding Yan frowned.

The artistic conception of the yin soul, weird and abnormal, invades people's hearts and souls, once it is displayed, it can cause the hidden demons in the body of the warrior, once the demons are in chaos, then it is the fish meat on the sword, and it is slaughtered.

With this move, this Demon Dao Martial Artist can be invincible in the Spirit Realm.

If he wants to be free from chaos, unless it is a strong soul or the resistance of having the power of the primordial god, and Ding Yan has both, for him, this Yin Soul Artistic Conception that has not yet reached the first order cannot affect him at all.

Boom!

The hundred-refining refined steel sword was unsheathed, and he swung two swords in the direction of Taoyuan Village.

Two gorgeous blue sword qi flew out in a cross, like two streams of water like training, at the beginning, it seemed to be rippling with water ripples, inconspicuous, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a big wave, and its momentum was endless.

In the void, two blue crystal sword qi flashed away, and the artistic conception of the yin soul was like a deflated ball, self-defeating.

"Hey, I didn't expect to hide a master. The Demon Dao Martial Artist was shocked, as if he didn't expect that there was a master hidden in this small team.

However, from the momentum of this sword qi, he didn't feel the aura of the Spirit Realm, which made him feel a lot more relieved.

"There are two strikes, but they are still the prey of the old man"

As soon as the artistic conception was broken, the people of the demon slaying team came to their senses and looked blankly at the mess around them.

When he saw clearly the scene in front of him, where the teammates who were still talking and laughing before turned into stumps and broken arms in a blink of an eye, and the blood flowed, the dozen or so people who still survived suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What's going on? Could it be that we were all caught in each other's mental shock just now? ”

Xue Pan looked at his friend lying in a pool of blood in horror and said in a trembling voice.

The rest of the people also had a tingling scalp, this situation was really weird, just now there was talking and laughing, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a scene of Shura hell, which made them afraid of the demon warriors they hadn't met yet.

The scholar's swordsman's face flushed, and his eyes flashed with intense anger and a hint of fear. It's not that he hasn't heard of the methods of the Demon Dao Martial Artist, but compared to this, it is simply a small thing, he knows that this is the impact of artistic conception, and he originally thought that with these people, no matter how he shared it, the impact would be much smaller, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Looking at Taoyuan Village, a few hundred meters away, the scholar swordsman hesitated.

This time he was invited by Fangjiazhen to get rid of demons, in fact, he was careful in it, in addition to the very generous remuneration given by Fangjiazhen, there was another reason that the patriarch of Fangjiazhen promised to marry his little daughter to him.

Originally, in his opinion, even if this Demon Dao martial artist was powerful, with his strength in the middle stage of the half-step Spirit Realm plus more than thirty mid-stage martial artists in the divine vein, he would not be far behind, and it was a big deal to return to Fangjia Town after being injured, so it would be good to have an explanation. However, looking at the situation in front of him, the people on his side were half-dead before they saw the true face of the other party, how can they fight?

Money and beauty are good, but you have to live to enjoy them! The scholar's swordsman's mind was rolling, and he made up his mind in an instant.

"This demon is ferocious, we still need to go back to Fangjia Town to think about it in the long run. ”

The rest of the people had already retreated, and now the scholar swordsman said that there was no reason not to agree, and one by one he helped his injured companions and retreated in embarrassment.

"Quack wants to leave, leave it all to me!"

A blood-red figure walked out of Taoyuan Village, the figure was extremely fast, and when he spoke, he was still at the entrance of Taoyuan Village, as soon as the voice fell, the whole person appeared behind the demon elimination team, blocking the way, along the way, pulling out a blood-colored afterimage, which was terrifying.

High-level body method, blood shadow illusion!

This is the unique body method of the martial artists who practice the blood demon lineage, and it is recorded among the major forces, among them, the martial pavilion of the Ding family also has a description of this.

The Blood Demon is a kind of inheritance handed down from ancient times, and it uses a special secret method to absorb blood from the human body, and there is a chance to obtain the inheritance of the Blood Demon.

The Demon Dao Warrior was a sixty-year-old man, his withered body shrouded in black robes, and he looked a little rickety.

Everyone was shocked, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, and their eyes focused on the leading scholar swordsman.

The Demon Dao Martial Artist looked at the scholar swordsman, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are the master?

After speaking, he stretched out a lean palm and grabbed it towards the scholar swordsman.

Airplanes!

The air shook, the vitality rolled, and a big black hand was condensed in the air, like a child.

The scholar's swordsman's face turned pale, and he only felt that his eyes were dark, as if there was only this big black hand left between heaven and earth, and under the pressure of momentum, the mud and stone under his feet turned into shatters in an instant, and he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

The shadow of death hangs over the heart of the scholarly swordsman.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, a golden sword qi cut from behind him, and it simply and neatly split the big black hand, and the sharp qi was unstoppable.

The sixty-year-old man's pupils shrouded in the black robe shrank sharply.

"Go away, he's not something you can deal with. ”

Ding Yan walked out calmly, holding a long sword, and the tip of the sword was spitting golden sword light.

The scholar swordsman shouted, "It's good." ”

His mind was still shrouded in the shadow of the big black hand, and he didn't react at all for a moment.

The rest of the people also honestly followed behind the scholar swordsman, and after leaving, they were shocked to find that they were not here to kill demons at all, but to send them to death.

"Xue Pan, do you know that one just now?" said a man with injuries on his body in shock.

Xue Pan shook his head, thinking in his heart that he had just said to Ding Yan that he should take good care of the other party, his face couldn't help but be a little ashamed, he thought that the other party was in the way of face, and he was embarrassed to say it, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't care about what he said at all.

The man rejoiced: "Fortunately, he is there this time, otherwise, we would have planted it this time." ”

Everyone nodded with apprehension, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look in the direction of Taoyuan Village.

Over there, there was a faint fluctuation of vitality.

The sixty-year-old man looked at Ding Yan who was standing casually opposite him with solemn eyes, and he was a little undecided for a while. At that moment just now, it seemed to be just an ordinary means of true qi condensation, but he knew very well that that palm contained the artistic conception of the Yin Soul.

The other party is the first person to give him endless pressure since his debut, in addition to the martial artists of the Spirit Realm, the so-called artistic conception is actually vulnerable in front of him, and it seems that he can only attack hard.

"Your blood must be very delicious"

Let out a hoarse laugh, and the sixty-year-old man rose from the ground.

"Blood Shadow Killing!"

A gloomy artistic conception erupted from the body and merged into the palm, attacking Ding Yan one after another, his body was light and agile, and his fist was as cold as a cold wind.

The airflow in the surrounding space surged, and the countless fists fell, and they gradually evolved into the appearance of skulls