Wang Qingyuan didn't move, he raised his hand and pinched the fist print, there was no fancy, and he punched eight punches in an instant, but each punch had insight into the void and reality, and the fist flowed with chaotic qi, shaking the eight sharp blades.

Bell!

There was a metal trill, accompanied by sparks, which made many demon clans behind the eight demon soldiers stunned, this person's physical body was so strong, could it be comparable to gold and iron, and he actually shook the sword soldiers.

Click!

Except for one demon soldier with a treasure soldier, who barely left a faint blood mark on Wang Qingyuan's fist, he was shocked away, and the remaining seven demon soldiers all had broken blades, shattered their chests by chaotic qi and blood, spit back blood in their mouths, and exploded in mid-air, leaving no bones.

What the!

Nearly 10,000 demon masters stopped again, this time they were really suppressed, that was eight demon soldier-level powerhouses, not ordinary monsters that had not yet built a foundation, let alone those who could enter the demon master and lead a hundred demons, it could not be the kind of cultivation that had just built a foundation and condensed vitality, at least there was a cultivation of more than the second turn of the Dao base, it was like this eight demon soldiers-level characters joined forces, and ordinary small commander-level figures were also seriously injured or even killed, but this young man was indifferent, seriously injured one person with eight punches, and killed seven people alive and dead, such a strong body and magnificent qi and blood, it is not like a human race, but like some talented and sparsely populated powerful races in their demon race。

"Damn! This son must have penetrated at least two hundred or more secret secrets, he is not a small commander-level figure, and he can't be his opponent!"

"The demons listen to the order and shoot him!"

There was a small commander-level figure roaring, and suddenly, hundreds of demon clans took off the strong bow behind their backs, bent the bow and set up arrows, not ordinary arrows, but short spears that could be more than five feet long, with sharp spear tips, with barbs and blood grooves.

Boom!

In an instant, a hundred arrows fired in a volley, a hundred and ten short spears roared angrily, and the air was distorted, in Wang Qingyuan's opinion, the demon masters in front of him were all distorted as if they were several times more, densely packed, and they were all demon shadows.

Not good!

Hundreds of zhang away, in just twenty breaths, a few disciples of the Lock Heaven Sword Sect who have not yet gone away have changed color, that is the famous blood spear arrow of the demon clan, the short spear is not made of gold and iron, but a barb on the body of a demon fish in the deep sea of the four directions, it is extremely hard, not slightly weaker than gold and iron, and it is naturally poisonous, it can paralyze the living soul, and the seven people remember that there is a record in the library of the Kyushu Patrol Division, this blood spear arrow is extremely sharp, and the toxicity is strong, it is an ordinary foundation, and the Daoji monk who initially gave birth to his own vitality is also difficult to block the three arrows, if it is an arrow, it cannot move within ten breaths, and it cannot force out the poisonous gas, so it can only be slaughtered。

Although Wang Qingyuan is strong, in the eyes of several disciples of the Heaven Locking Sword Sect, even if the chaotic qi and blood are strong, penetrating a lot of human body secret secrets, it can still be barely defeated within ten arrows, but more than ten arrows can only avoid its edge, let alone a hundred arrows at the moment, not to mention avoiding its edge, it is almost impossible to avoid.

On the official road, Wang Qingyuan's gaze was slightly condensed, and the fourth skill of "Time Blade" operated to the extreme, enveloping the void with a radius of nearly thirty zhang, capturing all the fluctuations and changes of the air flow, and imprinting it into his mind.

Airplanes!

He moved, his movements were not very fast, he embraced the void with both arms, and the chaotic qi and blood in his body were surging like the Yangtze River, and even more than ten zhang away, a cadre of demon clans could hear the sound of surging and roaring qi and blood through the sound of blood spears and arrows breaking through the air.

Ten zhang, nine zhang, eight zhang, seven zhang!

In just a short period of more than ten zhang, under the terrifying gaze of a dry demon clan, the one hundred and ten blood spears and arrows slowed down with a degree visible to the naked eye, as if there was an invisible resistance in the air.

Six zhang, five zhang, four zhang, three zhang!

Kankan reached the land of Wang Qingyuan's three zhangs, and the one hundred and ten blood spears and arrows stopped alive, as if imprisoned by an invisible force, frozen in mid-air.

"Hallucinations?"

"Is it an illusion? This person is responsible for spiritual exercises?"

"Impossible, all the demons gathered, the qi and blood were like volcanic lava, the spiritual power could not get close, and he would be burned at once, at least, it could not be the spiritual power that he could have at his age. ”

The demons trembled and did not want to believe what was in front of them.

They don't know, such as Wang Qingyuan, who can also reach the limit, he uses the fourth style of the Five Elements Fist to sit on the water to rotate yin and yang, and unload the force, and uses the fourth preliminary intervention of the spiritual power of the present world to grasp the void, so that the true meaning of this style of boxing can be crushed at the same time every blood spear arrow, but with his current cultivation realm, this step has already reached the limit, even if there are ten more blood spear arrows, it can't be supported.

One person alone against ten thousand demons, it is not Wang Qingyuan who is looking for a way to die, this is the only choice at the moment, the seven disciples of the Heaven Locking Sword Sect are close to exhaustion, if he is the only one left, it will be difficult to restrain the migration team of tens of thousands of people, most of them will be self-defeating, and the most important thing is that the true intention of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" condenses the emperor's heart, and he is magnificent, and he is not allowed to protect his life, otherwise there will be signs of true intention retreat.

And he has been familiar with the books of sages since he was a child, and this battle is also his intention, not only for the true meaning of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", but also for the alternate inspection envoy, only for the lives of the beings in front of him, just for a clear conscience!

It is precisely because he has lived once that Wang Qingyuan is more able to realize the preciousness of life.

He didn't know how long he could block it, and he also knew that it was difficult to pay for it, and it might just be in vain, but he always remembered that on Xuantian Dao Mountain, in the scripture building of the outer courtyard of Ying Tianfeng, there was a codex biography that recorded the life of a generation of Donghua Daoists, and there was a sentence that this generation of Divine Dao Monarch said in his later years.

Knowing how to advance and retreat, knowing how to make trade-offs, it is difficult to make a road.

If it is not broken, it will not stand, it will be broken and then it will be established, and it will be born after death.

The ninth layer of "Xuantian Gong" has been successful for a long time, and the tenth layer is still clueless, seeing flowers in the fog, Wang Qingyuan has the intention to force himself and break the limit in order to go to the next level.

On the official road, Wang Qingyuan's eyes burst with chaotic light, and he held the void with both hands. He grasped the fist and shook it in the air.

After the wind and water, the earth is on fire!

The fourth form of the Five Elements Fist is unloaded by force, and the sixth type is charged and hit!

In a moment. I saw that the tips of the one hundred and ten blood spears and arrows that were frozen in mid-air turned around and aimed at the nearly ten thousand demon soldiers in front of them.

"Oh no!

There are small commander-level demon soldiers who drink violently, but they can't be faster than Wang Qingyuan's fist power.

Boom!

With a loud bang, one hundred and ten blood spear arrows suddenly shot back faster than when they came, and the air was like a crack. It was torn apart, giving birth to a series of thin, narrow, pale vacuum marks.

Blood flowers bloom, magnificent and enchanting.

Hundreds of demons were pierced through the demon body, and more than ten demon soldiers were hit and shattered on the spot, these 100 blood spears and arrows also contained the true intent of Wang Qingyuan's fire Mingyi's fist technique, as well as the condensation of pure chaotic qi and blood, even if it was the blue-gray armor of the demon soldiers, it couldn't resist. Iron armor blades are generally pierced.

Two hundred zhang and nearly a mile away, the seven disciples of the Heaven Locking Sword Sect couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene, and a thought suddenly came to their hearts, most of the demon soldiers stationed in the Buzhen Division of Yuhua Ancient Town died at the hands of this Xuantian Dao Qingyuan.

This is an amazing picture, nearly 10,000 demon masters stopped for the third time, nearly 300 monsters, more than 10 demon soldiers died, and were killed by a young man about 16 or 7 years old.

"Hope for the demon spirit, you and I will stay. The soldiers are divided into two ways, and the rest of the people continue to chase and kill!"

Soon, the two demon spirits in the rear were furious. The sound was like a bell, and it instantly spread throughout the entire demon master.

This time, it was Wang Qingyuan's turn to change color, his two fists were invincible to his four hands, and nearly 10,000 demon masters really wanted to disperse. He was weak and could hold off a few people.

Boom!

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Qingyuan's long knife came out of the sheath, he stepped on the "Endless Step", shrunk into inches, his body was like a sharp knife, and he cut into the demon master at once.

It's too fast, Wang Qingyuan's knife light flickered, Ziwei's third knife was faster than lightning, Ziwei's true intention shrouded dozens of zhang of the void, taking charge of Beidou, and the vast sword realm of Bingtian's destiny was shattered, and all the demon clans only felt trembling, under the true intent of this sword technique, whether it was qi and blood or their own vitality, they all became stagnant, and their spirit was also greatly oppressed, and their action moves suddenly slowed down by more than a few points.

"Damn! What kind of sword technique is this! It is actually more restrained than the three exercises of ordinary human races, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and my demon clan!"

"What a guts!"

The demon clan didn't expect that Wang Qingyuan's courage was so big, and he dared to collide with the nearly ten thousand demon masters alone, this is how fat his courage is to dare to do this.

But soon, they realized that something was wrong, this human boy was too strong, a knife fell, almost no resistance, not to mention the demon soldiers, even a small commander-level powerhouse could hardly block a knife, was split in two, and was directly cut in half.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan was completely forgetful, and he didn't notice that on the Qintian Prison Order on his waist, every time he killed a demon clan, there was a wisp of breath that was absorbed, and the Qin Tian Prison Order, which was originally smooth and nothing, without the slightest modification, and was not gold or silver, began to give birth to pieces of fine, as thin as ants.

The demon master who originally wanted to divide the army into two ways was dragged by life for a while.

By this time, the migration procession of the townspeople had gone nearly three miles away, and only a little smoke and dust could be seen in the distance.

Bang!

Finally, after Wang Qingyuan killed more than 100 monsters and demon soldiers again, two blue and black iron rods thick enough to be the thickness of ordinary people's thighs swept over, and the fishy wind was blowing, as if two hungry tigers roared in the mountains and forests, swooping down from the high mountains and intercepting Wang Qingyuan's sword light.

A strong wind rose, like a violent wind sweeping, raging in all directions, and the land within a radius of ten zhang instantly turned into a vacuum world.

Wang Qingyuan roared, the chaotic qi and blood instantly climbed to the extreme, and the wisps of heaven and earth ancestral qi fell from the depths of the void, and the air behind him was distorted, and there was a sound of opening the heavens and the earth, and a chaotic Taiji diagram descended on the world.

Kick, Kick!

Wang Qingyuanli, the mixed yuan knife was spurted, and the next moment, the two blue and black iron rods were actually cut alive, and the two demon spirits retreated, barely avoiding the vital point, but they still left a deep and visible knife mark on their chests.

"The secret is complete, and the body is flawless!"

"This son is comparable to Daoji's Xiaocheng powerhouse! The sword technique is weird, and it is even better!"

"I don't believe that it is an iron body, boiling him to death, exhausting his qi and blood, such a young hero of the human race who has a complete secret trick, dedicated to Lord Wangyu, used to sacrifice the wheel, at least he can get the favor of the true spirit of the fallen demon lord in the long river of time and space!"

Wang Qingyuan stopped, the long knife pointed obliquely at the earth, and the demon blood of different races dripped from the knife, and he had to stop, because together with the two demon spirits of the demon clan who had just been traumatized by him, at this time, there were six demon spirits who made a move, besieged him, and wanted to kill him.

The demon spirits of the demon clan are all masters of Dao Ji Xiaocheng, condensing qi into liquid, and some have even begun to move towards Dacheng, and their own vitality is far from being comparable to ordinary foundation building monks.

The six strands of the foundation are locked in their own vitality and qi machine above Xiaocheng, such as Wang Qingyuan also feels great pressure, the demon clan is naturally full of vitality and blood, and the spirit is strong, even if it is the fourth level of "Time Knife", initially interfering with the spiritual power of the present world, among the nearly ten thousand demon masters, it is easy not to dare to break out of the body, and it will be burned by the scorching demon master's qi and blood like lava.

Kill!

The six demon clan masters who built the foundation and became small, all mastered and inherited at least the second-order demon clan magic powers, as soon as they made a move, they were crushed by the true intent of six different magic powers, and the radius of thirty zhang was a vacuum world, the air collapsed, not a single demon, or even a demon soldier dared to approach, and at the same time, there were also demon masters and soldiers who began to divert and pursue forward.

Waiting for the true intent of the six demon laws to come to him, extremely strong and extremely weak, Wang Qingyuan suddenly slashed out, the chaotic sword light swallowed, and the true intent of the Ziwei Heavenly Knife climbed to the extreme, under the infusion of his majestic spiritual power, the knife path was sharp, and the six strands of true intent were cut apart.

This is the fifth knife of crape myrtle!

Wang Qingyuan's sword light turned, and the mixed yuan knife qi spewed thin, if the furnace of heaven and earth was reversed, the six demon clans and demons were shrouded, and he actually wanted to refine the six demons with sword light with his own strength.

The sword light was accompanied by the sound of Dao, and a chaotic furnace could be faintly seen upside down, and a god stood on it, bathed in starlight, and roared in the sky.

Stepping on "Endless Steps", Wang Qingyuan absorbs the ancestral qi of heaven and earth in the depths of the void, as well as the vitality between heaven and earth, and continuously absorbs it with deep concentration, turning it into qi and blood, nourishing the spirit, and making up for the huge consumption of a body.

Despite this, now, the consumption is so great that it has begun to make ends meet only by relying on the efforts of concentration.

Poof!

The blood splashed three zhang high, and the head of a person flew up, only the four demon spirits of the demon clan staggered backwards, leaving a narrow and deep, bloody knife mark on their bodies, and the two demon spirits who were reprimanded had been injured before, and they were not spared under Wang Qingyuan's fifth knife of Ziwei after all, and they were killed on the spot.

Wang Qingyuan also coughed up blood, and the dark blue robe was torn, and there were several hideous wounds, overflowing with chaotic pure chaotic qi and blood.

He had a long knife on the ground, and his breath was slightly chaotic, but nearly eighty percent of the demon masters were shocked, a human youth, who had practiced for no more than two years, but one person and one knife, faced the six demon spirits, severely injured four people, and killed two people.