After spurting out seven or eight mouthfuls of blood, Brother Chen finally struggled to stand up, his face was as pale as paper, and there was unbelievable horror in his eyes.

It's a pity that the sword spirit secretly said, if it weren't for the fact that he was not lightly injured in the previous battle with Long Kun, which caused the soul power absorbed these days to be used to recover, then his cultivation would definitely improve again, and this palm, even if he couldn't kill the other party, would inevitably make him seriously injured, and it would be difficult to have the strength to fight again.

But now, I'm afraid that Brother Chen's strength is at least half.

If he could, the sword spirit would definitely not give him a chance to breathe, but the Zhan Luo attack had already arrived, and because of the anger, its power was unimaginable.

The moment before his palm reached his body, he suddenly disappeared in place and returned to Dao Yuan's side.

"Soul cultivator?"

As the ground was flattened by the violent force within a radius of ten zhang, Zhan Luo turned over and landed, looking at the sword spirit hanging in the air, and said with a somewhat surprised expression.

Immediately, he shook his head again: "You are not a soul cultivator, so who are you?"

With his strength, he naturally felt a trace of aura left by the sword spirit, and he understood that it was not the power that the soul cultivator could show.

"A little demon general, not qualified to know my identity yet. Sword Spirit's voice was indifferent, but it had a sense of pride.

If it was in his heyday, the demon generals of the Chongyang Realm were indeed much worse than him, and with only his own coercion, he could directly suppress him to the point of dissipation, and it would be difficult to enter reincarnation.

So, he said this sentence as a matter of course.

Zhan Luo stared at him silently for a moment, and said, "No matter what kind of powerful character you used to be, but now, you are just a hairless phoenix, even a small demon general, can easily kill you." ”

He deliberately said the two words in a very heavy tone, and the meaning inside was self-evident.

The sword spirit looked at him lightly and said, "Looking at your body and momentum, I'm afraid that it hasn't been a long time since you entered the Chongyang Initial Realm, and you can actually become a demon general, it seems that the situation of the demon clan is not ordinarily bad." ”

Zhan Luo's eyes changed, this person could actually see my depth, and he was really not an ordinary person, so he couldn't let them go.

Until now, he still didn't know what kind of sword spirit he belonged to, but he knew that the other party's strength was not as good as his own now, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Then, he thought of a certain possibility, his heart suddenly became hot, he couldn't hold back his excitement anymore, his palm flipped, and the weapon he carried appeared.

It was an iron rope as thick as a baby's arm, more than a foot long, the whole body was pitch black, and at the end, there were five sharp claws, I don't know what it was made of, slightly opened and closed, flashing with a faint cold light, exuding an incomparably deep cold and cold breath.

"No matter what you are, you can't escape the category of souls, so my soul-snatching rope happens to be your nemesis. Zhan Luo's eyes sparkled, staring at the sword spirit.

The sword spirit smiled coldly: "Self-righteous guy, the demon clan is really still that virtuous, no wonder it was beaten to the bitter cold land of the extreme north back then!"

"Bitter cold has its own benefits, it tempers our will, teaches us to endure. ”

Zhan Luo said: "There is a saying in the human race - the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. I believe that it won't be long before our Nether Flower will bloom in any corner of the continent, and at that time, the Demon Race will be the only overlord in the world. ”

Dao Yuan smiled and said, "However, the sun will always come out." ”

The Nether Flower is the flower of evil condensed by the Demon Clan's Netherworld Blood Hell, representing darkness and killing.

The sun, on the other hand, represents light and peace, which are essentially diametrically opposed things.

Dao Yuan said this, and the meaning was naturally very clear.

Zhan Luo laughed lowly: "However, you can't see the sun outside!"

His arm shook, and the Soul Reaver Rope bounced up from the ground like a venomous snake that had come back from the dead and devoured people, and its five sharp claws stretched out, grabbing at the sword spirit. The left hand still transformed into its previous appearance and fell towards the edge of the Dao.

Brother Chen next to him opened his eyes wide at this time, looking at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

He was a subordinate of Zhan Luo, but it was the first time he had seen him take out his weapon, which meant that the enemy on the opposite side was not only important, but also formidable.

Of course, what surprised him the most was the sword spirit, if it was really like what Zhan Luo said, he was not a soul cultivator...... So what is he?

How can there be such a form of 'human' in this world? I have never heard of it!

At this moment, Brother Chen suddenly felt a mess in his head.

There was a loud noise, and countless pieces of rubble flew in all directions, and the surrounding trees either became fragments in the sky, or they flew into the distance in pieces, smashing the green canopy there.

This time, Zhan Luo can be described as full of firepower, the soul snatcher rope is like a black snake circling and dancing wildly, the snake head is always close to the sword spirit, the attack is unpredictable, ever-changing, not only fierce but also ruthless.

However, the left hand that attacked Dao Yuan was unchanged, and it slapped it hard one after another, directly treating Dao Yuan as a fly.

Although his strength was suppressed, the realm cultivation of the Chongyang Initial Realm made his strength in one move and one style unusual, difficult to prevent, and the two of them fought extremely hard.

The sword spirit is better, after all, his cultivation has reached an extremely high level, and his body shape and footwork and moves, whether it is speed, orientation, accuracy, etc., except for the strength that has not recovered, are more than one grade higher than Zhan Luo.

If it weren't for that, with his cultivation at the moment, coupled with the fragility of his spirit form when it had not reached its full completion, he would not be able to resist the opponent's fierce attack at all.

But the fate of the Tao is different.

He neither has the profound perception of the sword spirit, nor the realm and strength of Zhan Luo, and he completely relies on his own talent and extraordinary physique, as well as the subtlety of Xingbu to persevere.

Of course, the light ball cannonball shell that Jin Er spit out also helped a lot, if it wasn't for the fact that he had to regain his breath for a moment every time he spit out, the situation of Dao Yuan would definitely be better.

He and Zhan Luo are the gap between the two great realms.

Every time he resisted and dodged, it cost him a huge amount of True Yuan, even if he was unparalleled with the Eternal Divine Skill of Hongmeng Heavenly Dao Technique, the purple True Yuan cultivated was extremely strong, and after dozens of moves, he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

He even felt that if the realm of this demon general was truly released, then the martial artists of the Terran Chongyang Initial Realm were only afraid that nine out of ten would not be his opponents, and they would lose very badly.

"It's worthy of being a demon general, and the strength is really strong!" Dao Yuan was secretly surprised in his heart.

As everyone knows, Zhan Luo was even more surprised than him.

The difficulty of the sword spirit was within his expectations, but it was not good, and even the first palm, he thought that the sword spirit secretly made a move, and the Dao Yuan could take it.

However, at this time, it is unimaginable that this young man can hold on to his hands for so long without being injured and undefeated!

"This kid, even if he is in my demon clan, I'm afraid that no one in the same level is his opponent!" Zhan Luo thought to himself.

The battle went on like this.

The strength of Dao Yuan and Sword Spirit is falling extremely quickly, and the situation is gradually getting worse.

(End of chapter)