Speaking of which, on the side of the Sword Gate, due to the absence of the strength of the personal transmission and the five swords of the inner gate, the pressure really doubled, and the situation could not help but be on the side of the Demon Sect, and it tilted down.

Around the Great Si Ming defeated Huangshan, the Shao Si Ming and Lushan were both defeated, but the overall strength of the disciples at the bottom was a deviation.

The people in the Demon Sect are all bloody and crazy people, and most of the disciples who return to the Sword Sect are disciples who have brought experience, and they are not deeply involved in the world, although their cultivation is not weaker than that of the people in the Demon Sect, but in comparison, the ruthlessness of the moves, the degree of insidiousness and the parry reaction are categorically incomparable.

However, as the battle between the two sides deepened, some of the disciples of the Guijian Sect who had come out of the sea of blood also had a little more turbidity and depth in their originally clear eyes, and they were not merciless when they came out of the sword, and they gradually became more comfortable fighting with the Demon Sect.

Yandang Mountain is killing at the moment, where the sword falls, there will be a head spurting blood, raising the sword to wave, it is already a human life has passed, a little more tragic, it was split by his sword from the head down, divided into two halves, when the brain burst out, all the internal organs came out, the bones remained, and the disciples of Guijianmen who were fighting on the side couldn't help but turn over the river and the sea in their stomachs for a while, and vomited again and again.

"Wise Daoist, help me return to the Sword Gate!"

It is difficult for the great priest to withdraw, although Huang Shan is injured and newly defeated, but he is still entangled, he can only watch his disciples being slaughtered, at this time he can't help but sigh that his ability is insufficient, and suddenly glimpsed the wisdom of the side of the battle, and the great priest had to ask for help.

In terms of seniority, the great priest is naturally above Huizhi, Dan Qingshan except for the Fuyun Daoist is the teacher, and the others are all arranged by the word generation, all of them are Taoist disciples, and they are under the Fuyun Gate.

Although the generation is insufficient, but Dan Qingshan's strength can not be underestimated, the age of the disciples of the Hui character generation is not much different from their own, and with the background of Dan Qingshan, the ability is naturally not low, this "Taoist friend" is indeed not at fault, and Hui Zhi also deserves the name of this voice friend.

"I haven't found this person, the big secretary is relieved, this person is handed over to me!"

Hui Zhi didn't explain too much, he slapped his palm, and it swept into one place like a storm, and several Demon Sect disciples died when he landed, while dealing with ordinary Demon Sect people, Hui Zhi looked for the figure of Yandang Mountain.

Yandang Mountain laughed arrogantly to the extreme, and as his sword blade rose and fell quickly, two more disciples of Gui Jianmen were autopsied, none of them were intact, and their broken bodies fell to the ground.

He had the heart to see this scene, because it could satisfy the evil habits in his heart, looking at the appearance of the disciples of Guijianmen moaning and struggling in pain, he only felt that he was the god who dominated everything in the world, no, it was a demon!

"Haha, pain, struggle, your pain is my happiness!"

Yandang Mountain once again killed several disciples with a sword, only to see one disciple immediately turned to a different place, he opened his eyes that his life was passing, with the only trace of brilliance, glaring at Yandang Mountain with resentment.

Yandang Mountain stepped on his body, raised the sword in his hand again, and slashed at his body and limbs, and the disciples of the Sword Sect slowly left with unwillingness and hatred.

"People in the Demon Sect are so mad that they take people's lives with just a sword, why should they be so painful?"

Huizhi frowned, followed him, the surrounding figures dispersed, and gradually left an open space in the field, leaving him to confront Yandang Mountain.

Yandang Mountain smiled disdainfully, and said disapprerovingly, "Oh, why do I need you to teach me to be a man, besides, I am a demon, don't confuse me with people!"

"People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, gods and demons are all over the sky, but powerful monks, vain claiming to be demons, you are just a waste here, arrogant, really a frog at the bottom of the well, very ridiculous!"

Huizhi's words fell on the ears of Yandang Mountain, just like the frost and hail in July, stirring endlessly, really degrading him for nothing, making him angry and three feet above his head!

"I need you to teach me how not to do it, and today I will take away all your limbs, and then go to your eyes, and leave you alone with a tongue of sarcasm, and seal you in an urn, and make you a human being!

As soon as Yandang Mountain's voice fell, he stepped on the air behind him, and suddenly set off a huge wave of wind, swept with a monstrous killing machine, and the momentum was so great that people trembled!

Hui Zhi glanced up, smiled disappre一门ly, untied his cuffs, and probed his hand into the void, only to see that his hand actually broke through the void, and gradually rippled with light, and pulled out a sword from the inside!

Looking at Yandang Mountain again, he gently raised his sword forward. Suddenly, Yandang Mountain only felt that his chest was cold, and before he got close, he had been invisibly injured!

A sword wound on the chest is very eye-catching, extending from the neck to the abdomen, although it is only injured skin and fur, and it does not hurt the root, but this is not enough to make Yandang Mountain feel contemptible, he has never seen the other party's sword move at all, and even more, he has not been close to the other party, this sword is raised, and he is injured by the other party!

Looking at Huizhi with palpitations, Yandang Mountain at this time was jealous, since he had lost the opportunity, he would take the lead and make a preemptive move, so he couldn't see the other party's move, so he let the other party take the lead and respond to all changes without change.

Huizhi smiled lightly, squinted at him, shook his head slightly, and said, "I thought that your arrogance was really not afraid of heaven and earth, and you really dared to fight against the gods and Buddhas, since you have been called a demon, you are now afraid in your heart, and the defeat is doomed......"

Between the words, Hui Zhi gently wiped the sword with his hand, and the movements continued slowly, like an old man walking forward, but if you look closely, you can find that when he gently waved his sword, the sword seemed to cut through the sky, affecting the surrounding space, exuding a faint hidden light!

At this time, in the world at this time, it seems that only Huizhi is standing in the air flying his sword and dancing his sword flowers.

The more Yandang Mountain concentrated, the more frightened he felt, and with the psychological pressure of fear, he held his sword hilt together with both hands to stop his trembling hands from holding the sword.

"Wisdom has a lamp for thousands of Buddhas, and Bodhi leaves are a lonely lamp. Don't be a spirit!"

Under the sun, there is a beautiful person who is independent, like a dream of red dust coming and going, the fleeting rainbow after the wind and rain, and the sword that floats to him, is a lonely lamp under the night rain, lighting up his way forward.

Yandang Mountain didn't dare to be careless, the cultivation shown by Huizhi was already above him, but he would not escape, although he was afraid, but the crisis of life and death made him refresh and resist fatigue, and the originally shaking sword was also free.

"Ahh......h Good...... So fast......"

With a sword, although Yandang Mountain intended to dodge and resist, it was a little slower after all.

The blood rain fell in the air, and with it a scarlet arm.

There is no blood on the sword, for there is no blood in the heart of the man who bears the sword.

Huizhi turned around and looked at the struggle, the mask was torn, revealing an unrecognizable face, covering Yandang Mountain, where he had a broken arm, and mocked playfully, "Those who seek the way can die, don't be bullied, today I cut off your arm, and let you taste this taste......"

"Hahaha! This taste is just what I want! Phew! What kind of demon removal and defense is different from me? It's just a high-sounding murder!"

Yandang Mountain's eyes were red, and there was an arrogant smile on his damaged face, which was crazy, more like the madness of dying and struggling.

He suddenly clicked a few acupuncture points on the severed arm, temporarily stopping the flowing blood. His right arm was broken, his left arm was holding the sword, knowing that he was definitely not the opponent of the person in front of him, regretting that he was not at the beginning, but he was helpless, a trace of determination and madness flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the sword tightened by two points.

"Hehe, after all, it's just you who are young, how can the frog at the bottom of the well know that the world is vast, since he is a demon, he should understand the retribution he should have today!"

Huizhi disdained to argue, said coldly, and the hand holding the sword was raised again, this time, he would not spare Yandang Mountain's life again.

I don't care what your ability is, and I don't care what the gods and Buddhas are, I just know that today I am a demon, a demon who slaughters the ants in this world!"

Yandang Mountain laughed maniacally, and didn't care about the wound of his broken arm, took a palm and pinched some scarlet blood and stuffed it into his mouth, when the blood was drunk by him, his evil aura seemed to be a little thicker, his red eyes were full of fearlessness, he opened his bloody mouth, and roared, "The famous mountain is now a dividing guest, and I don't envy the volley Zhenxi Fei!"

His sword no longer had the same spirituality as before, and instead it was a demon soldier that emitted bursts of black aura.

The sword-bearer should coexist with the sword, and the spirit of the sword-bearer is both good and evil, and the sword of Yandang Mountain at this time has become a magic sword!

As if he didn't feel crazy enough, Yandang Mountain held the sword blade and poked at his wound, and Sha You let out a burst of joyful and crazy buzzing, frantically sucking his blood from his broken arm, the white blade was only in an instant, already red, with evil!

"Raising a sword with one's body and sacrificing one's blood is no different from the devil...... It's just that you will take your life horizontally and vertically, and you don't need to see how painful you are......"

Huizhi's face sank, and he sighed, revealing a sad and pitiful look, and when he fell into the eyes of Yandang Mountain, he felt a hundred times more ashamed, and he was full of anger, which made the veil that ate his blood even faster.

Yandang Mountain's body was gradually losing its vitality, he only felt that his mind was a little confused, the picture he saw in his eyes was also a little trance-like, and his body began to crumble, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that even if he died, he had to pull off the back of the person in front of him!

"Although I am dead today, I am still Yandang Mountain!"

With the roar of Yandang Mountain, he waved a blood-red sword with one arm and rushed towards Huizhi!

Just as Yandang Mountain jumped up, his figure suddenly turned into a bloody shadow, and it was like a big demon waving his hand behind him.

The sword passed three feet, and with one move, the meaning on the sword was like a thousand souls roaring violently, wanting to ingest the wisdom of the mind.

Hui Zhi covered his hand and waved his sleeve, raised his sword and moved, closed his eyes, raised the sword between his eyes, and suddenly stabbed the ground!

When he opened his eyes, the figure and even behind Yandang Mountain, as Huizhi slowly wiped the spirit body, he threw it into the void, and a person behind him fell in response to the sound and fell from the air.

Yandang Mountain was stunned and unwillingly widened his pupils, looked at Huizhi incredulously, and then slowly lowered his head down, and suddenly saw that his head had already left his body, his head was in a different place, and the headless corpse that was falling was not his own body.

"Hehe, it turns out that I will have such a day ......"

The eyes were gone, and with a bang, the people in the Demon Sect looked back and couldn't help but be shocked!

"Third brother!"

Huizhi turned around and walked slowly, looking contemptuously at the people in the Demon Sect below, looking at the place where the corpse of Yandang Mountain fell, and muttered with a slight emotion, "Whether it's a demon or a human, this is the ...... fate."

"Third brother!"

Huangshan and Lushan withdrew, and raised their heads to the sky with a hoarse crying voice, and the two looked at each other angrily, holding the sword in their hands, and the edge pointed directly at Huizhi!