In the solemn atmosphere, Ji Yuan and Shen Lang looked at each other, obviously they had been friends for many years, but they were speechless at this moment.

After a long time, Ji Yuan held the sword in the palm of his hand, his index finger moved slightly, and the abundant sword intent instantly flowed to his whole body, and although the whole person looked sluggish, it gave people a feeling of sharpness.

He grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and slowly drew the sword upward, the body of the sword shook in his hand for a while, but there was a sharp sword light rising from the ground.

In Shen Lang's eyes, this sword light was infinitely magnified, and the mysterious and mysterious feeling suddenly enveloped him.

He seemed to be in the sky, surrounded by a pale blue color, with white clouds under his feet and unable to see the earth, and always had a feeling of falling from a high altitude entrenched in his heart.

And that sword light was obviously in front of him, and his eyes were clearly visible, but it was as ethereal as the clouds of the nine heavens, and he couldn't catch any breath.

It seems to be close at hand for a while, and it seems to be far away in the sky for a while, even if it is swept away with divine thoughts, it is impossible to lock it at all.

"Is this the sword intent you comprehended?"

Shen Lang groaned softly, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

A few months ago, he had already sensed that Ji Yuan should have comprehended a sword intent, and now it was the first time he had personally felt it.

When he was in the county government before, although Ji Yuan had used his sword intent once, because the target was not him, he didn't have a clear understanding, but now he really felt it.

He looked at the seven-story magic tower in his hand, and whispered a few words in his mouth, and then the tower's body was full of brilliance, and the rich ghostly light instantly enveloped his whole body, almost leaving only a little outline.

Click!

When the sword light fell, a crack suddenly appeared on the endless ghostly light, and the billowing demonic qi gushed out of it.

The illusion in Shen Lang's eyes faded, and he returned to the earth from the nine heavens, standing on a ruin.

And in front of him, in addition to Ji Yuan's posture of holding the sword upward, there were nine flying swords around him, and the cold light suddenly became one.

At this moment, Zhou Yuyan pinched out the sword trick with both hands, and her eyes were already full of cold killing intent.

As her mind moved, the nine flying swords fell in unison, bursting out with terrifying sword qi, intertwined with each other, and enveloped the endless ghostly light in an instant.

"Slash!"

Her lips opened slightly, but only one word full of murderous intent came out.

In an instant, countless sword qi were wanton and horizontal, even if it was a very small fall, it was enough to divide the golden cracking stone and cut off the divine weapon in the eyes of mortals in the world!

If it was just that, it would be fine, but under the movement of Zhou Yuyan's heart, a heavy sword aura rose into the sky, condensing with the nine flying swords into a huge sword shadow.

There is no cold light around this sword shadow, and there is no sword qi flying, but it still gives people a feeling that it is enough to cut off everything in the world.

It turned around in the air, and in an instant, the broad sword body slashed down with a weight like a thousand pounds!

Click! Click!!

The endless ghostly light, which was already covered with tiny sword marks, suddenly appeared and spread rapidly under the slash of the huge sword shadow.

Just insisted on a few breaths, and the ghost light of the protective body that was triggered by this intact magic weapon shattered with a strange sound, revealing the figure of Shen Lang in it.

"Sword cultivation?"

He looked up at the nine flying swords that had rolled back upside down, and muttered to himself.

Who would have imagined that Song He's wife, who was always silent and seemingly delicate, would be a sword cultivator with extremely killing power!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuansong sighed lightly, and silently changed the magic trick in his hand, so that the long sword that had already swept forward turned around, guarding him and his three junior brothers and sisters.

"Kind of interesting."

Shen Lang nodded, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

If there is any monk in the world, there is no doubt that it is the rumored sword cultivator.

His body of magic specializes in natal flying swords, and he only refines one sword in his life, plus the unique secret techniques of their respective inheritances, and their killing power is self-sufficient

There is no doubt about it.

Even if it is the Five Thunder Rectification Law that punishes the heavens, under the same situation, I am afraid it is slightly inferior.

It can even be said that almost everyone in the world wants to become a generation of sword cultivators, although it is really just an imagination in their hearts.

It's not that the other monks don't want to, but the sword cultivation road, which can be called a single-plank bridge hidden in the deep mountains, and it is extremely difficult to walk, and whether you can find the way to the single-plank bridge has to be said separately.

And it was this first threshold that had already stopped ninety percent of the monks.

There are many ways in the world that cannot be passed on lightly, and this is especially true in sword cultivation, where it is difficult to find unique cultivation techniques, and is often scrambled by endless cultivators as soon as there is a life.

Even if you are lucky enough to get a basic sword cultivation technique, the creation and cultivation of the natal flying sword is enough to make people daunting.

If you don't have enough financial support, the scenes such as taking the enemy's head with a sword for a thousand miles, or stepping on a sword to resist the wind and travel the world can still only be a fantasy after practice.

"But even if it's a sword cultivator, it still can't change the current situation."

Shen Lang glanced at the cold moon shuttle that had transformed into a giant python in front of him, and suddenly there were words in his mouth.

With a whisper in his mouth, the seven-story magic tower held in his palm suddenly flew into the air, got up to meet the storm, and turned into a huge number of feet in a blink of an eye, and then the dark light at the bottom of the tower appeared, and in a blink of an eye, a huge suction force was formed.

Countless sand, stone and loess rose into the sky, all of them submerged into the whirlpool formed by the ghostly light in the air, and even the aura between heaven and earth was forcibly dragged away at this moment.

Under this suction, everyone's movements were immediately deformed, even if they tried their best to resist, they were still uncontrollably pulled, slowly approaching the bottom of the seven-story magic tower.

And the first to bear the brunt was the giant python that was locked by the magic tower, allowing the ice blue light on its body to shine, and no matter how it burst out its own aura, it only insisted on more than a dozen snaps of its fingers, and was sucked into the whirlpool at the bottom of the tower with a mournful roar.

Even though the Cold Moon Shuttle was of extremely high quality, was used as a inheritance magic weapon by an immortal cultivation sect, and was held by a Second Realm monk, he still didn't have much resistance in front of the real magic weapon.

And this is a complete magic weapon, with unparalleled power!

Shen Lang's eyes changed, and he no longer returned to his previous lazy and easy-going manner, but instead revealed a sense of publicity.

In those eyes, with the flickering of demonic light, there was actually a domineering color, changing the sloppy Confucian scholarly temperament, and finally looking like a peak monk of the Second Realm who was a fellow practitioner of the Demon Dao and the Ghost Dao!

He suddenly changed his original thoughts, no longer tried to force Ji Yuan and the others by force, and honestly waited for his plan to succeed.

At this moment, Shen Lang actually planned to suck everyone into the Demon Tower, forcibly erode everyone's physique with demonic energy, and transform them into demonic cultivators!

In this way, no matter how unwilling Ji Yuan and the others were, they could only "join the same stream" with him, otherwise they would never be able to tell where they went no matter where they went.

Even if someone would rather die than obey and be willing to burn the jade, he can use the demonic energy planted into the opponent's body to forcibly control all his mind, and completely become a puppet without autonomy.

Of course, if it was Ji Yuan, he would not use such a means no matter what, at most, he would temporarily lose control of his body and wait for everything to settle.

But for the rest, he didn't have such kindness.

"Enter my magic tower, and you can enjoy it in this life!"

With such a thought, Shen Lang immediately pinched the trick with both hands, and after more than a dozen seals, the magic light vortex at the bottom of the magic tower skyrocketed, and the suction that swept out of it also strengthened by several percent.

Under such suction, if it weren't for Zhao Yuansong's support, I am afraid that Jiang He, Xu Qiqi and others, who only have one realm of cultivation, would have been swept into the bottom of the tower.

Seeing this scene, Song He, who was subjected to the magic weapon Cold Moon Suo, had the same look on his face, and he did not see a little panic.

"Rise!"

He let out a soft sigh calmly, and immediately there was a surging mana surging out of his body.

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In between, a layer of frost spread from under his feet, but with a few flicks of his fingers it covered a radius of ten zhang, and a small flag emerged from his chest, sinking and sinking in the air in front of him.

As the sound fell, wisps of pure mana immediately flew out of this small flag and submerged into the void within a radius of ten zhang.

Immediately after, a series of formations appeared on the ground, and in an instant, artifacts of different shapes broke through the ground, releasing heavy brilliance.

These brilliances flowed and intertwined, and immediately encompassed the ten-zhang range, and then there were four phantom illusions, appearing in everyone's sight.

A green bamboo brush turns into a green snake, a folding fan turns into a firebird, a short blade turns into a tiger, and an inkstone turns into a turtle.

The phantom of the four beasts appeared in all directions, and the radius of ten zhang was filled with the four spiritual energies of gold, wood, water and fire.

It's not over yet!

I saw a layer of white light appear on Song He's body, and a thick yin qi swept out, replacing the Teng snake representing the earth genus in the center, making this large array instantly consummated.

This is one of the reasons why he watched Shen Lang and Ji Yuan talk quietly before, but did not choose to make a move immediately, he needed time to secretly set up a big array!

"Definitely!"

Song He spat out a word, and in an instant, under the rotation of the five elements, all visions disappeared, and they completely disappeared in an instant.

Even the ghost light on the seven-story magic tower dimmed in the constant flickering, and the momentum suddenly decreased by half, and the five-colored light was crumbling under the invasion of the five-colored light.

Seeing this, Shen Lang snorted coldly, the magic trick in his hand kept changing, and his demonic qi continued to pour into the magic tower from afar.

With the seemingly infinite demonic energy, he was able to stabilize the seven-story magic tower and not be swept away on the spot by the five-colored brilliance.

But even so, the connection between Shen Lang and the Magic Tower has become nonexistent, and it is no longer possible to do whatever he wants.

Even if he had already played a few tricks, he couldn't recall the seven-story magic tower at all, and this treasure was actually swept up like a wave of five-colored brilliance, and it was forced to be fixed in mid-air.

"I am a demon, I am a ghost!"

Shen Lang no longer tried to recall the magic weapon, but the magic of his hands changed, and in addition to the rolling demonic qi on his body, there was also a cold ghost qi gushing out continuously.

Many magic patterns appeared on his body, and the almost withered blood qi in his body was rejuvenated, and streams of blood plasma surged in his body, and his aura suddenly skyrocketed.

At the same time, Shen Lang's soul exuded a chill, and from the soul light that came out of his eyebrows, there were bursts of mournful wails, as if his soul had already been enveloped by countless unjust souls.

There was a bit of pain in his eyes, but it was fleeting, as if it had never been there.

And after using the secret method, his physical strength is comparable to that of a martial artist at the peak of the Second Realm, and his soul light is even better than that of a monk at the peak of the Second Realm.

"Break it for me!"

Shen Lang roared, as if he was frantically punching in all directions.

Every time a punch is struck, there is a rolling demonic energy and ghost qi whistling, condensing into a huge lion-headed phantom outside the fist shadow.

Rumble!

Rumble!!

Rumble!!!

Rumble!!!!

Four roars in a row resounded through the heavens and the earth, and under the shadow of its fist, the shadow of the beast in the four directions immediately collapsed, and the four things of the green bamboo pen, the folding fan, the short blade, and the inkstone were completely destroyed even more!

The five-colored light blossom immediately lost the fourth, and could no longer hold on to that intact magic weapon, Shen Lang just moved in his heart, and the seven-story magic tower retracted to its normal size, levitating above its head.

Rays of light fell from the tower, encircling its body in it.

At the same time, as the formation was broken, Song He immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly withered, obviously suffering a lot of backlash, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries.

"Since you are stubborn, then you should wait for a ride."

Shen Lang's face was full of coldness, and as the serious killing intent flashed, he immediately smashed out with a punch.

Endless demonic energy and ghost qi blended, and once again condensed into a roaring lion-headed phantom on the fist shadow, its power was terrifying and terrifying, if it was really punched on the body, let alone a second-realm monk, even if it was a martial artist at the peak of the second realm, it had to be smashed on the spot.

At this critical moment, Zhou Yuyan stepped in front of her husband, and the sword fingers in her hand were handed forward, and the nine flying swords around her body immediately shot out.

However, with a flick of his fingers, the nine flying swords turned into a huge sword shadow, and immediately with an indomitable momentum and a heavy sword aura, they collided with the roaring fist shadow.

Bang!!!

At the moment when the two touched, the tip of its sword directly collapsed, and a flying sword exploded on the spot.

A series of eight flying swords were shattered by the fist shadow, and the huge sword shadow had also collapsed, leaving only one flying sword, wrapped in the aura left by the destruction of the rest of the flying swords, and resisted in front of the fist shadow with difficulty.

At this moment, Zhou Yuyan's face was pale, blood was dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her breath was like a shaking mountain, which could completely collapse at any time.

Seeing this scene, Song He immediately reached out against his wife's vest and passed his mana continuously, even at the cost of losing his own vitality, but also to stabilize his Dao foundation that was about to collapse.

At this moment, the sound of rushing water sounded in the ears of the two of them, pouring like a flood that burst the embankment.

In fact, not only Song and his wife, but everyone here heard the sound as well.

"Shen Lang !!"

An angry shout suddenly came, and it overwhelmed all the sounds in heaven and earth.

As if sensing the boundless anger contained in it, Shen Lang subconsciously looked back, and then saw that the heavy sword qi gathered into a river, surging like a mountain torrent bursting the embankment.

And at the end of this river of sword qi was Ji Yuan, whose eyes flashed with a flash of water.