The three-inch small sword was held by him in his hand, and it was magnificent.

"Demon Island Duxiu gave me death! I've been looking for so long, why don't you fight? Today, I will definitely kill one and raise my Dark Sword. ”

He slashed out a sword shadow, and the big sword under him hummed, affected by the Stygian Sword Man, the coercion was shocked, and there was an inexplicable light wave in the mid-air near the demon island to stop it and dissipate. After the dozens of extraordinary beasts landed on the island, the spears in their hands were pulled up, and the ghosts that were difficult to catch behind them gathered, dusty, and scattered, as if it was a secret method of cultivation.

The big man with broken eyes looked at it, and his eyes were full of memories.

"Spearbreaker. ”

The spear-breaking beast itself is also a kind of demon, but by chance, the ancestor got a secret grass and obtained another kind of enlightenment, and that small group also happened to be suppressed by the demon bloodline, and it was miserable, so it abandoned and left, pretending to be broken. The spear was given to him by a Taoist, and a mystic technique was sealed in it, which could absorb the soul power from the earth, and could also be absorbed into the body for strengthening the body.

The demon clan is the leader, and it is the rebel clan who will be killed.

Breaking the spear is the root of the beast, breaking the root of the demon, focusing on the body and its own spear, which can cause many disputes, crawling and rolling, the difficulty of life, the pain of life, but no regrets. They usually form a group of ten beasts, with the strong one as the head, and if they are strong enough, the beasts are not afraid.

The demon is a demon, with a unique breath, like the aura of heaven and earth contained in the breath of a person.

This orc will use another kind of spiritual liquid that suits them, and the sweet taste of the mouth turns into a bitter taste of spiritual death, which several Terran monks have tasted before, and they have died violently, leaving behind a few terrifying words: curiosity kills people. But there are still people who are not afraid of death, exploring the path that others have walked, and continuing to walk, otherwise the books of the human race will not record what kind of creatures there are in the world, what strange anecdotes, let alone any inheritance.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, they prefer to go to the tiger mountains, and many monks also have this mentality.

And what the beasts absorb is not aura, but a kind of ghost thing, they open their mouths and swallow them into their mouths for kneading, and the ethereal thing is finally presented as a few drops of thick phantom liquid, swallowed into the stomach, and turned into a breath of energy.

They survived on the basis of their physique, their luck, and their intimidating eyes.

After a long time, they became spirit beasts, and in the end only hundreds of them were killed, scattered and left, their muscles and bones and bloodlines are excellent nourishment for the human race, which can absorb and promote blood and enhance bone growth, especially when ordinary monks are looking for prey, they can encounter a spirit beast, even if they are full of feelings.

The demon clan here is extremely repulsive to the spear-breaking beast, because they are the uncivilized demon clan, the breath on their bodies is completely refuted with them, but their bloodline is shallow, and the demon island walked out of a huge demon with a curled body and a gloomy face, its soles are about a few zhang thick, and a wooden stick is hung on its back, tearing off the clothes and sand wrapped in the top of the head, shaking it a few times, and breaking the mud on it.

It revealed a stone-like face, a ghostly light ignited in its empty eyes, kneeling on one knee, its bloated and loose body, kneeling on the ground instantly raised dust, and said lightly: "In the lower demon clan to worship the spirit, in charge of the fate and future of hundreds of thousands of demon clans on the demon island, may I ask if the person who comes is a demon?"

The one at the front of the dozens of broken beasts was huge, with a spear tightly clasped in its hand, but on its spear, the fluttering tassels were the most red, its eyes were indifferent, with the traces of the years of conquest, and the divine power that was not afraid of danger.

"We're not demons. Below is the only remaining patriarch of the Broken Spear Clan, and you can call me Spear Sand. ”

The demon clan sacrifice spirit, who knelt on one knee and had a heavy complex, got up, pulled his clothes and sand, and replied: "If you are not demons, why do you have demon marks, demon faces, and demon breaths, although you are weak and undetectable, but you are demons, or abandon the demons who have been away from the clan for too long, and have forgotten their roots." ”

Spear Sha touched the spear on his claws, his tassels were supple and easily raised, and he stood horizontally with the spear stick to the priest, and said, "I only want to take the bone spear, and I must not stop my clan from fighting." ”

The demon clan sacrifice spirit made a laugh that was not like the human race, the huge body trembled, the slight rain fell behind him, like a demon crying, every drop of red water droplets melted with the stench of corpses, the dust underneath, the gravel, the desolate ten-mile island shore, the stream stopped, the small white mountain fell one after another, the ten thousand demons looked up, hideous and ferocious, exuding a solemnity of war!

Spear Sha Ruren squirmed his lips, and said hoarsely: "Borrow a word from the spear Taoist, in the world is like a dream, between life and death, if you fight, you will fight!"

The demon clan's sacrificial spirit's eyes were scattered, and he turned to leave, his head wrapped in sand in his hand, and the ferocious intent of the demon clan that was about to move exploded, and tens of millions of figures gathered behind him, and the wooden sticks in their hands were turned around, and the front end was white and sharp, smeared with green and brown thick liquid, and the breath was mottled and pungent.

The rain is beating, the mountains and rocks are draining, and the birds are convulsed.

The demon clan sacrifice spirit stepped on his feet and hung down, looking up and nodding.

The sharp sticks in the hands of the demons were raised, and the ghosts burned while rubbing in the air, like ghost eyes and hideous, stepping and running, and the countless big demon bodies behind were as high as dozens of zhang, in the small stone pile, clapping their palms and pinching their arms, and the grass and rattan were made of trousers

, The stone demon with stone chips as a chest cloth, roared like thunder, his hair was draped over his shoulders, he jumped out of the white rock on his shoulder, his front teeth were long, and his eyes were as bright as lanterns, and he was the first to run in front of the Broken Spear Clan.

The stone demon hammered and killed, the power race moved the mountain, the arm muscles swelled, the spear sand eyes were cold, the eyes were offset, and he said: "The Taoist is majestic!"

Who knows what this way looks like?

Spear Sha only remembers a side of the breeze on the body, white coat and straw sandals, holding the red tassel spear in his hand, eyes like ice, majestic physique, back across the eyebrows flying, hands as thick as a basin, the wind roared: there is an assassination of the wind and rain below.

Swallowing water and playing with dragons, picking eaves, defeating swords, condensing elm three thoughts, crushing the reed man, creating depth, weaving a groove box on the body, and the spear is included in it like a sword, carefully cared for. When the spear is out, the lake rolls water, sweeps the mountain trees, sucks the vitality of the grass, and turns into a force, this force is like a dwarf ant facing a grain of thin ice in the face of Baizhang Mountain, killing the pole, which is what the spear sand has asked for all his life.

After the death of the Taoists, they turned into a storm and fell on their bodies, and promised: Your clan is me, and I will protect the Broken Spear clan when I die.

It practiced the spear 10,000 times before and after, and the wisp of red tassels on it was taken from the relics of the Taoist's palm after his death, at that time, the beast of the leader of the Breaking Wind Clan, experienced a hundred battles, scarred, from the bare hooves to the dry cracked fur of the strong body, the scar left by the sword piercing could not be erased, and the Broken Spear Clan was broken all his life, and the broken was a dilemma. If there is a battle, it will be welcomed. The spear is a inheritance, a lonely, a unwilling, in the midst of death, to find a direction of victory, this direction is the spear given by the Taoist.

That wisp of red tassel is sustenance.

Entrust the Broken Spear Clan to be immortal and pass it on.

Each beast of the Broken Spear Clan clenched its spear, with a magnificent momentum, hoarse and tight-mouthed, stepping to meet the demon.

Spear Sand was the first to twist out the strength, jumping up, the strong muscles seemed to burst open, ushering in the smashed stones, after the blast opened, the claws changed, into a human palm, roared, clenched fists and blasted out. The dust behind it, through the stone demon's chest, there was a roll of ghost fire in the stone demon's hollow eye sockets, and it was extinguished, and when the palm of the spear sand was withdrawn, the ghost fire was rekindled, and the soft stone body was rubbed, and he stood up and took out the stone fist, the stone stabbed out of the arm, and the spear sand retreated and clenched his fist and blasted out again.

This time, the demon body was directly dispersed.

In the distance, there were originally a few short demons, four hooves stepped on the ground and caused the ground to shake within a few zhang, the appearance color was white and red, the texture was like a ribbon, and there was a big thorn on the nose.

"Dry sand. (Demon Whisper)"

A thin breath surged away, rubbing the spear and sand hooves, the face was rough and the flesh was broken, the flesh and blood flowed, its palm clenched its fist again, and said: "When the Taoist dies, the human language is also the root, if someone questions our identity, I will tell the story of the ages." Man is in the dust, dust is like a man, my heart is like a man, and the beast is like a man. ”

It was angry, "You damn it!"

It held the spear in its left fist, did not raise it for a long time, the dark liquid behind it was cold, grabbed it in its mouth, its breath soared, and it raised its left hand to strike at the demon who came again, and the qi and blood in the body condensed at one point, and countless smoke and dust moved forward after rising with the posture of his raised hand, and after touching, more than 100 pieces of broken stones, soil and sand were as much as water, crushed together, becoming dust scattered in the air, and the demon who came with his head bowed, raised his head and flew away, and was silent in an instant.

The remaining few little demons also came, the anger is thick, raise the fist to kill, without dragging the mud and water, the sky is dense with rain and evil intentions, the flying demon birds are red, the sound is in the ears, and it turns into a majestic rain scene of killing demons, the blood flows directly after the rain, and it runs into the stream, and the stream forks and floats with withered leaves, and a drop of white blood slides into the hooves on the surface of the broken flesh, and the hair hangs down, and says: "I am full of courage, and I have less than half an inch of strength." ”

Behind him, the demon group attacked, the eyes of the beasts of the Broken Spear Clan were fully opened, and the horizontal spear condensed the ghost liquid to assassinate.

The right eyelid of the Dark Sword Man on the big sword jumped slightly, and his rough face twisted and laughed, laughing at such a demon clan who was not self-sufficient, and also laughed at the broken spear clan, "The demons and demons on the demon island are absolutely powerful, and the ancient sacrificial spirits are killed and injured by hundreds, and there is only one remnant left in just a few hundred years, and it is no longer prosperous, what is the meaning? Mountains and seas are like a picture, no demon is complete, your death and your soul are reborn again after a hundred years, but it is no longer the fierce demon who is full of fighting spirit and blocks the enemy from the outside, but a wandering thing. The rotten Ke white clothes are like the corpse of the dragon swallowing, the moon guide wandering in the peaks, that is to go back with the soul, you will not leave, it will always be a chess game of life and death. ”

He laughed out loud.

"False. Everything seems to me to be fake. ”

"Broken Spear Clan, your spear is just a discarded thing that the third-rate Dao people failed to compete for luck, and died of loneliness and desperation all their lives, what do you still think is life? Your spiritual sustenance is particularly thin, the long tassels are red, ordinary mortal things, enough to dissipate in the wind and rain, and your fate will be like a boat in the sea, wandering will soon sink, and the silence you think will explode is also a small wind and small waves. ”

He said angrily: "The people of A, B, C and Ding Nu will take life and death by themselves. ”

The middle-aged man pulled out a long sword from his broken sleeve, the body of the sword was blue and ink, and the blade was white

Net, the handle is dead wood, the fragrance is elegant, swallowing the snort, more than a dozen Zhufeng people in the rear have made enough strength, the young cultivation is the strongest outside, the old and weak are inside, a wipe the nose and panting, the clothes are messy, the arm is tattooed with mountain marks, pouting and squinting, very outrageous, the rear one, the green robe nine lines, the water waves are drunk, the arms are short, the legs are long like a mountain, the wind and rain do not sway, until the old man who rolls a cigarette sighs, as if he has experienced too much, twists a handful of hay, and smiles: "Small problem, do you know how much we experienced back then?" There was a full wagon of battles, and they were all alive. ”

You the mountain is tilted, everyone rushes away, there are hundreds of people in cell B here, they look haggard, standing on the mountain with weak energy, mottled breath, scarred faces, shirtless, thin bones are clearly visible, and said lightly: "Let's go, kill and come back and sleep." ”

The monks in room C were speechless and went down to the demon island.

"In the bottom, no living demons are allowed. ”

When the turmoil arose, the demon clan showed a ferocious scene one after another, overwhelming a few monks and the spear-breaking clan in terms of momentum.

The demon clan sacrifice spirit had already looked at a high mountain, the wooden stick in his hand was red, and he knelt on one knee and looked into the distance. It's guiding the battle.

The sword man on the big sword lit up, pinched the trick in the air, pressed it on the hilt, and after a few breaths, the big sword pulled out half of the mountain, his eyes were gloomy, "Lao Tzu is going to kill the demon." ”

A white stone mountain, struggling to bring out the dragon shadow, its head buried in the free and easy little demon.

The little demon humanoid, with four eyes, a pointed head and a small mouth, a double chin, a body covered with sand, grasping the dragon's stone whiskers, the scales are white rocks, shrouded in demonic energy, holding a sharp stick after jumping into the wind, the stick is smeared with a dark color, after the dragon flicks its tail in the air, the stick is stabbed, quite similar to the relaxed posture of the human race, which can have shocked the momentum of the spear clan, attracting eyes and blowing out, as if the human eye is despised, and the strange voice is finally said by the little demon.

The chaotic words looked ugly through a slight twist, but finally stopped in the spear thrown out by a broken spear clan, and he said a few words with his eyes pressed and gnashed his teeth, and pulled the dragon's whiskers tightly, and the dragon's eyes turned from white to red to purple, vowing to kill the ugly beast whose spear touched the dragon's scales, and came like a horse.

The spearbreaker beast, covered in green hair, picked up the fallen spear, hid the dragon and vomited, its claws shattered into the rocky ground, and the smoke and rain churned, but the little demon said in human language: "You and the others are all filthy people, what dare you step into this place? Let me send you back to that dead sword." ”

The stone dragon softened, through the rain that came and went, the smoke willow, threw out a wind roll, blowing the spear clan very hard, holding the spear into the earth, squinting at the wind and flicking the tail of the stone dragon, the spear sand killing the enemy is strong, the red tassel spear is covered with rotating ripples, from the tip of the grass to the tail of the spear emitting fire, roaring, throwing out the dragon.

The stone dragon twisted the dragon's head, and it happened that the red tasseled spear smashed into the dragon's body, with different shades of ripples, borrowing strength from the air, and wailing and falling.

The red-tasseled fluttering little demon died on the head of the stone dragon, and after falling, it was a mess. Don't wait for the demon clan to fight back, the Terran monk has already settled, Li Shuishan stood in the middle of more than a dozen people, looking extremely incompetent, but the monks of all the peaks are strong in cultivation, only he is hopeful, they all hope for this, the old decay is hopeless, I can't see the memories of the past, I can't see the time when the cultivation is cracked, and I can't wait for the peak powerhouse to come to the rescue.

Only by relying on oneself to seek liberation, but not like the dead sword man, only alive can there be hope.

After fighting for a few hours, the sacrificial spirit was silent, the sleeping breath behind him woke up, a huge palm fell, the palm had four fingers, the fingers buckled a hill, the wind and rain in front of him were shattered, the white water was boiling, the sword man sat on the big sword, against the atmosphere of the demon island, as for the demon bird that flew in mid-air, the death and injury continued, the ice froze a layer of shallow cloud waves, one finger pushed out, like a Taoist with a snap of his fingers, but the sword is a high-grade thing, how can it be wishful?

The sword man saw his fingers clearly, and then remembered a legend that killed the enemy like hemp, there was a sleeping breath on the demon island, and every time the monks who passed by would be inexplicably impacted, sometimes they were in a state of mind, and some saw the man in white wandering around, and when he turned his head, there was a corpse, and the white man was a person, raising a demon. This demon is a corpse bone, the corpse bone is like a bloodthirsty dragon, such as a green luan bird, such as a sambar deer, and even more like a reed beluga whale.

The most terrifying thing is the four-fingered meat hand, pinching and twisting the mountain, slapping the sea overturning, and surging the wind.

The demon sacrifice spirit is a legendary existence, such as the human sacrifice, which is in charge of the heavenly spirit followed by the demon race, this spirit is divided into many kinds, some are deceased demons, they have the demonic power and creation of the sky, enough to die and turn into another way to survive; some are using the will of heaven, trying to sacrifice some lives, to obtain luck and guidance; there is also a kind of cohesion, as the fate of the whole race, fighting against the fortune of the heavens, displaced, so that although it will be difficult step by step, but will not be instructed by fate, let you live and live, let you die and die...

Behind the four fingers that stretched out, an ugly demon was revealed, raised from the interior of the island, his eyes were confused, but he was majestic, with a strong killing intent, and he despised all foreign races with contempt.

The wind and rain swing, and the war is endless.