Wang Pingyang raised his head.

A Northern Wei sergeant was slashing at him with a knife at this time, and he slapped it with a palm, but the sword light of the Northern Wei sergeant did not fall on him, but his palm had already fallen on the body of the Northern Wei sergeant.

The Northern Wei sergeant fell down softly, and some blood mist erupted from his mouth.

The blood mist sprayed on Wang Pingyang's face, and he looked towards the dark aura in his perception, but first saw a hideous bird's head.

It was a Northern Wei cultivator who was still on a moving boat at this time.

He wore a bird-headed helmet on his head, shimmering with an eerie, chilling sheen.

When Wang Pingyang's gaze fell on his face from afar, this person looked at Wang Pingyang clearly and smiled.

His lips were slightly separated, and he smiled differently than anyone else.

He laughs without showing his teeth, his jaw does not sink, his upper lip does not rise, his two lips seem to just go straight along the corners of his mouth towards his cheeks, looking from a distance, his smile is like his mouth is split along the corners of his mouth, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

He didn't want to be too noticeable.

Because his strength is quietly growing, in his opinion, before those people around Lin Yi fall, if his strength can truly grow to the Divine Mind Realm, then he will become a new barrier around Lin Yi.

Even if it's a smaller and smaller island, this island can survive countless frenzy and still stand tall in this city.

He is still very weak compared to Lin Yi now.

His body couldn't withstand the impact of various forces and swords like Lin Yi.

It is even more unlikely that he will be able to recover quickly after being injured like Lin Yi.

So he actually needs more time to grow up than Lin Yi.

However, looking at the smile of the cultivator on the boat in the distance, and looking at the vicissitudes and desolation that emanated from this person, he didn't need to think too much about it, he understood that this person was one of the disciples of the Demon Sect, and this person had already captured his own breath.

Since there is no way to hide, the only way to kill is to kill as much as possible.

His gaze was slightly condensed, and as his palm withdrew to his side, there was a snort, and his left sleeve cracked.

An extremely thin sword shadow flew out of his torn sleeve, and as more sneering sounds rang out, the sword flowed crimson blood everywhere it passed.

The flying sword traveled sharply in the space of dozens of zhang, and the faint sword shadow swirled out countless curved lights, and the Northern Wei soldiers and some low-level cultivators in this space of dozens of zhang were constantly sliced open.

Blood from their throats flew out like silk after the blade left their throats, and even as they sliced through the throats of their third and fourth companions beside them.

Rongyi is within this area of tens of feet.

His true yuan has been completely exhausted, eight of the nine swords have fallen to the ground, he just holds the remaining sword tightly, just relying on swordsmanship to assassinate the Northern Wei soldiers in close quarters, even if it is physical strength, he is a little unable to support it, when this flying sword flies out, a knife from a Northern Wei general has already pressed him to kneel on one knee.

Poof.

The blood wave that rushed out of the throat of this Northern Wei general rushed all over him.

The rest of the Northern Wei soldiers beside him who were rushing up also fell to the ground, and his body suddenly emptied.

He turned his head and looked at the owner of the flying sword, his eyes full of disbelief.

Among the young cultivators of this generation he had seen, the strongest flying sword should be Ni Yunshan, who was born in the Southern Heavenly Academy.

Bai Yuelu also seemed to be very strong, but in his feelings, if he only talked about flying swords, it seemed that Ni Yunshan was much stronger.

However, at this time, he felt that even Ni Yunshan's flying sword was by no means as powerful as Wang Pingyang's flying sword, nor did it have the terrifying power that continued to erupt.

A piece of Northern Wei sergeants fell like a cut leek, and a piece of Northern Wei sergeants retreated in shock.

At this moment, the smile of the Demon Sect member who was still on the boat seemed to be thicker, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be a little more open.

His hand moved slightly, and a black shadow flew out.

This black shadow trail was like a feather, first floating towards the sky, and then flying and falling, with the gaze of this Demon Sect member, this black shadow accurately landed on Wang Pingyang's flying sword.

There was a soft ding.

No one felt that the power contained in this black shadow was stronger than the frenzied force that was always surging in Wang Pingyang's flying sword, but when this black shadow struck Wang Pingyang's flying sword and made this soft sound, Wang Pingyang already felt that the power on his flying sword was passing rapidly, like the water being sucked by the extremely dry sand, as if it was being sucked by the extremely dry sand, as if it was sucked by the extremely dry sand, as if it was sucked by ... Engulf.

The black shadow was like a giant beast in his perception, a giant beast laughing wildly.

His flying sword shook and fell to the ground.

However, the power in the black shadow was even stronger, and it followed the other party's gaze and flew towards the girl closest to it.

That girl was Xiao Suxin.

Her hands were bloody, but she was still firing her bow and shooting arrows.

There was a soft pop.

A force that seemed to appear out of thin air landed on this black shadow, and easily knocked this black shadow down.

The gaze of the Demon Sect member wearing a strange helmet on the ship left Wang Pingyang's body and landed on the original Daoist in the array.

He knew that this was the original Dao person's attack, and he could also sense that the original Dao person's strength was much stronger than his own, but he didn't care too much.

The black shadow that fell into the bloody mud was really a feather.

A feather made of a strange black adamantite gold.

For ordinary cultivators, if the flying sword that is connected to the mind and qi is defeated by the other party, he will definitely suffer a lot of damage, but he is a member of the Demon Sect.

Like all the rest of the Demon Sect, he also has unique means.

He has a lot of feathers like this.

......

Inside the tent, the middle-aged medical officer sat up.

His body trembled unconsciously.

He kept inhaling deeply, even making a shrill sound.

He felt that compared to Wang Pingyang and this Demon Sect member, he was like a young beast in the shadows meeting a giant beast that only feeds on them.

"Are you awake?"

Huang Qiutang looked at the medical officer who sat up, she looked at the medical officer, for some reason, but there was no panic in her heart.

"Thank you. ”

The medical officer's face stiffened slightly, but he hesitated for a moment, but he said these two words first.

Then he took another deep breath and said, "Actually... I've been awake for a long time, but I don't know what you're going to do to me. ”

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