"You can't let the demon slaughter come out!"

The black-bearded master pinched the mantra in his hand again, and a chanting sound came from his mouth at the same time.

I saw that all the spiritual patterns on the dark golden giant tower lit up in circles, and countless mystical runes surged out at once, and wisps of dense black gas overflowed from the tower, and the surrounding cold aura increased greatly, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, and the void made a loud "bang" sound, and you could vaguely see pieces of cold ice emerging out of thin air.

At the same time, the entire tower body seems to be a little heavier, deeply embedded in the ground.

However, not waiting for the Lord to breathe a sigh of relief.

The giant tower shook again, and the spirit patterns on the surface flashed wildly, and it became larger sharply.

"Oh no! The Spirit Cage Tower really can't stop the Demon Slaughter!"

The faces of the Lord and the bald head changed greatly, but before they could make other moves, the surface of the tower body of the Spirit Cage Tower "crackled", and huge cracks opened from top to bottom.

Then the Spirit Cage Tower rumbled, and in the horrified eyes of the two, the Spirit Cage Giant Tower exploded, and a large area of black smoke billowed up.

An indescribably powerful wave of qi swept away in all directions, and although the Lord and the bald head were barely supported by casting spells, they still involuntarily retreated one after another. The bald head was weaker, and soon he couldn't support it, so he rose with the wind and flew upside down.

The fragments of the Spirit Cage Tower were scattered all over the ground, and the smoke and dust gradually cleared away, revealing a fierce giant ghost with a dark body and a hideous face, which was seven or eight feet in size. It lay on all fours on the ground, a large hole in its chest, dripping with foul black blood.

On the head of the giant ghost, the demon slaughter was dressed in a black robe, and his expressionless cold eyes swept the lord and the bald head.

The next moment, Demon Tu jumped up without saying a word, and punched out two punches.

He threw one punch at the nearest master, and the other went straight to the bald head.

The two of them only felt a surging wave coming, the air near them was tight, their bodies sank, and it was too late to dodge.

In the Lord's urgency, the robe puffed up without wind, and the two cuffs were open like horns, gushing out a thick purple gas.

In the purple qi, five blood-drenched skulls opened their bloody mouths and went away against the waves of qi.

The bald head behind him was already colorless, and in a hurry, he waved his wrist again and again, and ten spears in the shape of human bones continued to leap out, and with the screaming sound of evil spirits, they shot forward.

At the same time, he hooked his five fingers and grabbed it fiercely on one of his forearms, and several terrifying blood marks suddenly cracked on it, and dense red blood worms the size of rice grains crawled out of it, instantly condensing into a blood-colored shield in front of him.

The sound of "bang" was endless, and it came from both sides at the same time!

Five hideous skulls exploded like ripe watermelons almost as soon as they appeared.

The ten bone spears on the other side also shattered inch by inch with a few "poofs", turning into a handful of bone residue, and the blood-colored round shield composed of blood insects was like paper paste, and then broke through the center and exploded to pieces.

Two screams sounded almost at the same time, and the body of the lord and the bald head burst open in an instant under the sweep of the two fist winds.

Pity these two people, before they even appeared in their names, they died tragically at the hands of the demon slaughter.

After the Demon Slayer stabbed the two of them, he turned his head to look at the killing. Killing Qiang cheered himself up, and smiled at him with a pale face.

Demon Slayer clenched his fists, and a glint flashed in his eyes. He said slowly, "I've kept you waiting." ”

.......

Jiuli City.

Dong Huan held a long sword in her arms and walked in the busy market, her petite figure shuttled through the crowd like a swimming fish, and her small brain melon appeared and disappeared from time to time like duckweed in the sea, which made people look frightened, but there was no danger.

Not long after, Dong Huan left the market and walked onto a secluded path. Her pace slowed down a little, and with some excitement she picked up the long sword in her arms, and looked at it carefully, like a groom picking up the red hijab. It's just that soon, there was a hint of doubt and hesitation in a pair of jewel-like eyes.

The sword is three feet long, two inches wide, weighs about five catties, the whole body is snow-white, the blade is not obvious, the tip of the sword is restrained, it is an out-and-out heavy blunt sword.

The hilt of the sword is faintly visible with exquisite moire, but most of it has been worn away by the years, and only two ancient characters are faintly recognizable, revealing the vicissitudes of life.

The material is not gold or stone, it is light and agile, but there is no half of the aura exposed, it is a tabula rasa long sword without any magical powers.

This thing, how can you say it? It is exactly the same as the heavy sword used by Yang Guo that Dong Huan saw in the TV series!

Dong Huan couldn't tell why she chose it, but it took a lot of effort to persuade Qiu Moning to give her some money to buy a weapon. For this reason, she also promised Qiu Moning, and she would obey her on the road ahead.

As soon as he thought that he would listen to the words of the cold-faced woman in the future, Dong Huan felt unhappy in his heart.

But .....

For Qiu Moning's sake, she is willing to teach herself to cultivate the truth, so I will reluctantly forgive her!

When he was choosing a sword in the market just now, Dong Huan took a fancy to this unsightly white sword at a glance.

But...... This broken sword doesn't look like a divine weapon.

"Forget it, I'll use it. Dong Huan took the long sword into his arms again and galloped along the trail.

At the end of the trail, there is a secluded abandoned courtyard, the red courtyard door is closed, and an old plaque is hanging alone on the door.

Dong Huan pushed open the old courtyard door, and Qiu Moning was waiting for her in the courtyard.

There is no one here, and the two spent the night here last night. After all, the two had been attacked by mysterious people before, and Qiu Mooning suspected that someone was looking for their traces and targeting them, so if she couldn't go to a crowded place, she tried not to go.

"Let's practice. Just practice the one I taught you last night. Qiu Mo Ning blinked his big eyes and looked at Dong Huan and said with a smile.

Dong Huan listened and nodded.

"Hee-hee, look at the master!"

I saw her holding the long sword in one hand, taking a deep breath, her chest rose slightly, and a breathtaking momentum arose.

At this moment, she is no longer the host or reporter of the so-called TV station, but a swordsman!

With a sword in hand, the world is invincible.

Although this swordsman's cultivation is extremely shallow, he has only just refined qi, and he is the lowest level of the cultivation realm, and he is not even considered to have entered the cultivation realm. But isn't the Great Wall also built brick by brick?

Dong Huan had just come into contact with the door of a new world, and she was just as curious about everything as Tan Hao had at the beginning. Interested in everything.

Dong Huan put on a full posture, meditated, and pondered the mantra that Qiu Mo Ning taught him last night. After a while, her right hand was raised, and the courtyard immediately bloomed with sword light, the sword light was like silk, but it was dense like a net, like chasing the wind.

Akiba sword.

The signature swordsmanship of Fengwu Palace in Fengya Mountain, practiced to the fullest, the sword momentum is like the autumn wind and falling leaves, which is unguardable. Originally, this sword technique was only learned by the disciples of the inner sect of the Fengwu Palace, and once it was spread, it would be expelled from the sect at the least, and the cultivation would be abolished at the worst.

However, Qiu Moning was the young palace master of Fengwu Palace after all, so this set of rules obviously did not apply to her. At the beginning, she also taught Tan Hao this set of swordsmanship formulas, but that feeling was .....

It's like playing the piano to a cow!

Tan Hao has to forget the mantra if he remembers the sword move, and he has to forget the sword move if he remembers the mantra. So repeatedly, Qiu Mo Ning couldn't wait for a big ear scraper to slap Tan Hao's face. But seeing Tan Hao's shyness on his face and laughing at her, she couldn't bear to hit her in the end. However, Tan Hao still failed to learn this set of swordsmanship in the end.

I don't know if Dong Huan can persevere.

Dong Huan only practiced for a while, and then felt that her arm was sore, and this simple heavy sword felt quite light at first, but the more she used it, the more difficult and heavy it became, as if there was an invisible resistance pulling her arm.

A little more later. Dong Huan simply couldn't even hold the sword steadily, and in Qiu Moning's stunned eyes, Dong Huan's five fingers were paralyzed, and he just flew the long sword out, clanging all the way on the masonry floor.

“......”

Dong Huan lowered her head, large drops of sweat fell down her hair, and her black hair covered her blushing face.

Practicing swords can be practiced to fly the sword out, Dong Huan is really the first one Qiu Mo has seen. Tan Hao has never been in this situation!

The corners of Qiu Moning's mouth twitched, and the green tendons on her temples couldn't help but be exposed, she covered her forehead full of black lines, and she was a little angry.

"Forget it. It is not advisable for you to practice this kind of swordsmanship when you first come into contact with cultivation. Qiu Mo Ning stepped forward slowly, she hesitated for a while, and said to Dong Huan: "You better practice the flexibility of your body first." Take it one step at a time, otherwise your body will be too stiff to cast the Akiba Sword. ”

"Huh, flexibility?" Dong Huan put on a black question mark face, she scratched her head and asked, "What should I do?"

"I'll show you how to do it. I'll just do it once. ”

After speaking, Qiu Moning began a series of "sassy operations". I saw that her back was as tight as a bow, her right arm was raised, her left hand was probing her foot, and then with her waist as the axis, her body was twisted like a puppet to an exaggerated angle, and then the toes of her left foot were tightly grasped like hooks, with her ankle as the axis, the whole person leaned forward abruptly, moved like a windmill, and smashed down with her raised right hand......

Dong Huan was dumbfounded, his small mouth opened wide, and he couldn't help but slowly speak: "This, this is really an action that a person can do?"

"Nonsense!" Qiu Mo Ning saw Dong Huan hesitating, so he said, "If you are really afraid of pain and don't dare, then forget it." Don't beg me to teach you how to cultivate in the future. ”

Dong Huan suddenly stiffened his neck: "Who is afraid of pain? You look at it, I will do it!"

After finishing speaking, Dong Huan recalled the first form of Qiu Mo Ning's disguise, his right hand was raised and his left hand was lowered, his waist and back were bent like a bow, and then he twisted violently with his crotch as the axis.

"Ahhhh

Dong Huan, pawn.

.......