"Old fellow, I haven't seen you all these years, and you're really disappointing Ben Mo more and more."

The corpse demon is wrapped in black qi, and his methods are fierce and ruthless.

Although the move was simple, it exuded extremely strong strength, and every time his arm fell, he knocked the old man Shi Fenglan back ten feet away.

In just ten breaths.

The two fought no less than a hundred moves, and there were afterimages everywhere in the air, the sword light was shining, the black blood was swaying, and the roar was endless for a long time.

The magma was boiling, and the aftermath of the impact shook the sky, and the entire cave was crumbling, and the earth was shaking and landslides.

"You're old after all! Can't stop this demon! ”

The corpse demon became more and more courageous, and it seemed that he was not exhausted, and the aura that erupted around his body was already on the verge of peak.

He has a strong body, both strength and speed, his fists roar like thunder, and he resists the sword edge of the hated sword master, exchanging injuries for injuries, crazy and wanton.

"This madman!"

Under this almost fatal frenzied attack, the old man Shi Fenglan was beaten and retreated, his gray robe was stained with blood, and his breath was weak.

Although he slashed the corpse demon seven or eight times in succession, the other party would still recover in a moment, and then continue to rush up desperately.

"Bang!"

As a hundred-zhang sword waterfall slashed out, the corpse demon was once again slashed away, and the flesh and blood were separated.

"Damn, this beast's recovery ability is getting stronger and stronger!"

Looking at the rapidly recovering corpse demon, the old man Shi Fenglan's heart was heavy, and the long sword was clenched tighter and tighter.

Now that his limit has arrived, the qi and blood in his body are almost withering, and his strength is no longer what it used to be, and he can't last long at all.

If it goes on like this, let alone suppressing the corpse demon, even if it is consumed, it can consume him to death.

"No, even if you die here today, you must not let this evil beast cause trouble to the world!"

Shi Fenglan clenched her teeth, her robe was stained with blood, as if she had made some kind of decision.

I saw him flipping in his hand, pinching the sword trick with one hand, controlling the long hatred sword with the other, and chanting silently at the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, a translucent sword shadow rushed out from the top of the old man's head, the blue light flashed, floating and sinking, just like the long-hated sword.

"Whew!"

With a soft cry from the Hate Sword Master, the blue sword shadow floating above his head trembled for a moment, and quickly separated eleven identical sword shadows.

The twelve blue sword shadows slowly rotated in front of the old man, but in the blurry dream, there was a sword pressure like destroying the world.

As the long sword in the old man's hand was raised, the twelve sword images were inspired, and they jumped up one after another, and submerged into the long hatred sword one after another.

Every time the sword shadow did not enter, the momentum on the old man's body became stronger.

As the last sword shadow fell, his momentum had far overshadowed the corpse demon, and within ten zhang of his body, there were sword qi hairsprings visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the edge of the Long Hate Sword also reached its peak, and the blue light of the whole body shone, and the sword intent was permeated.

It was sharp enough to tear through the void, and before it could dance, a terrifying sword was brewing.

"Natal Sword Shadow! This ......"

Seeing this scene, Su Daochen's tone was suffocated, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Senior, why are you so hard?" Is it worth working so hard for the sake of a corpse demon? ”

The Natal Sword Shadow is a Natal Sword God that can only be condensed by top-level sword cultivation, and it is the same as the Natal Palace Divine Soul of pure martial cultivation, which is extremely important and the most important foundation for sword cultivation.

Sacrificing the natal sword shadow can greatly increase the combat power of sword cultivation.

Generally speaking, the increase brought by one natal sword shadow is about one percent, and twelve sword shadows are twelve percent!

This is a doubling combat power, which can be called extremely terrifying!

But again, there is a fatal drawback.

If the natal sword shadow is destroyed, it will not only cause the same backlash to the sword cultivation itself, but also damage the foundation of the sword path, and there will be no way forward for the rest of his life.

This is similar to the dragon's reverse scale, which is a killing move that fights for life, and no one wants to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

Obviously, the Sword Master has already moved this desperate thought, and he will not die!

"It's between me and it, don't be greedy and come in."

The old man held the long hatred sword in his hand, standing with his head held high in the void, and the sword light on his whole body was endless, and he could vaguely see the demeanor of the sword master back then.

"Drag it while you're old, and you're leaving! Never come back! ”

With a serious face, he rushed towards the corpse demon in the air, slashing through the air, instantly piercing the corpse demon's chest.

The old man Shi Fenglan's eyes were sharp, picking or chopping or stabbing, and each sword had the potential to tear the sky.

"Beast, take your life! Today, the old man wants to sacrifice the head of your neck to Lan'er's spirit in the sky! ”

The form was reversed, and it was the turn of the corpse demon to be beaten, and his body was covered with sword marks, and his bones were visible, which was very tragic.

"Poof!"

The corpse demon was slashed down by a sword and fell into the magma pool, the flesh and blood blurred, and the black blood flowed out, instantly evaporating a large piece of magma.

"Damn humans! You've me off! ”

His bloody eyes shrank suddenly, and he opened his bloody mouth, and a terrifying suction force erupted, sweeping in all directions.

Then he saw the magma bubbling in the vicinity, and it went up against the current, and rushed up to the heavens, and entered his mouth.

"Hiccup~"

Almost absorbing ten cubic meters of magma, the corpse demon's body shape changed greatly, his body was more than five meters taller, his body surface was covered with a layer of red blood, and his momentum was rising, not much weaker than the Hate Sword Master.

He stomped on his feet, and instantly trampled on the earth, like a cannonball, rising into the sky, and black-red fists bombarded him.

After absorbing the magma, the corpse demon's body seemed to be strengthened a lot, and he was able to harden the edge of the sword with his bare hands.

With a quick grasp of it, he easily crushed the sword qi and turned it into nothing.

He is tall and evil, with infinite strength, he is simply an out-and-out demon god, and every time he punches out, the sword of hatred trembles and shakes, and the blue mang swayes.

After ten moves in a row, the old man was obviously in decline, his body shook violently, his arms trembled, and it seemed that it was difficult to even hold the hilt of the sword.

He was panting heavily, his eyes were cloudy, his clothes were in tatters, his hair was messy, he was skinny, and there was not a single blood flowing in his body.

It's really just an old man who is dying in his last years.

But despite this, he rushed forward without hesitation, not hesitating to exchange injuries for injuries, and stained his robes with blood.

Looking at the old man's increasingly clumsy figure, Su Daochen's eyes were stunned, and he couldn't help but be a little moved.

Obviously, all this can be avoided, and the old man can choose to leave, so he doesn't need to work so hard........

If this kind of thing had been put on him, it would never have happened.

He can be called a rational person, and he will never make a move to death without absolute certainty and corresponding interests.

I have to admit that at this moment, he was infected by the old man, and a touch of respect was born in his heart.

He saw a kind of "divinity" in the old man, which was something that he had never had until the Immortal Emperor had cultivated, perhaps......... And that's exactly what he's missing.

"That's it...... Just let me go crazy for once! ”

Looking down at the Burning Sun Bead in his hand, Su Daochen took a deep breath, his eyes shone brightly, and without hesitation, he swallowed it directly.

"Buzz!"

At the moment when the scorching sun bead fell into his belly, Su Daochen's body surface bloomed with an unprecedented scorching light, and the whole person was like a round. The great day is like an eternally burning furnace, and the rolling heat wave comes out round and round.

His meridians were filled with fiery red essence, and the heat wave of the most yang and heat constantly tore at his internal organs, cleansing everything.

"Not enough, not enough ......"

Su Daochen shouted in his heart, turned over his hand and took out the dragon beard fruit and the four-leaf ice lotus obtained from the secret realm, and swallowed them in his mouth.

After taking three top-level spiritual objects one after another, the huge medicinal properties contained in them, even Su Daochen frowned deeply, and the green tendons on his body were exposed, and he endured great pain.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, letting the sweat drip down, and even if the meridians were torn and broken, he would never stop.

At this moment, the Supreme Ancient Sutra was running to the extreme, frantically absorbing everything, his momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and his realm was rapidly rising like a rocket.

The late stage of the Transformation Realm, the peak, the consummation, the early stage of the transcendent realm...... Medium term......

Meanwhile.

The old man Shi Fenglan and the corpse demon also fought to a white-hot stage, hitting the real fire, punching to the flesh, bleeding from the sword to the sword, all fighting to the death.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

I saw that the old man Shi Fenglan was hit in the chest by a fist from the corpse demon, and instantly flew out, staining the sky with blood, breaking a stone bridge, and finally deeply embedded in the cave wall hundreds of zhang away.

The corpse demon did not give up, and rushed forward, and the claws of the black mangled shimmered reached out, and grabbed the old man out of the depths of the cave wall.

He hung high in the air, his bloody eyes were red glowing, his whole body was covered with deep sword marks, black blood was flowing continuously, and his breath was not weakened, but there was an extreme violence and evil nature rising.

"See clearly, this is the gap between us!"

The corpse demon raised his arms, grabbed the old man's body with his big hands, looked down condescendingly, and laughed loudly:

"Humanity is a small race after all, vulnerable, it was, and it is! It is only worthy of being food! ”