Zhong Xuehu looked at the huge long sword that the demon Ding Kun was carrying behind his back.

In the years when the Rain Demon swept through the Central Plains, the Giant Demon Sword was crowned with the title of cold and ruthless bloodthirsty, and even all the giant swords were covered with a veil of blood.

In fact, Ding Kun's reputation as the Four Swords of the Northern Wei Dynasty is quite controversial, because the huge long sword behind it is really stained with too much blood, and it is really a little unworthy of such a heroic and righteous title as the Four Swordsmen.

This is an extremely murderous character, with a violent temperament and cruel methods.

Fortunately, the Northern Wei Dynasty needed so many young people to carry the crown in kendo, at least to be able to crush their peers. And this demon who is a murderer just meets such a condition.

The black big commander hunted, and the demon Ding Kun and Duan Ziyi, who was floating three feet tall, walked side by side.

The huge jade lion whispered softly behind the two of them, a distance of about a foot.

Such a purple bamboo forest is extremely vast, and the purple bamboo leaves rise spontaneously without wind and roar.

Duan Ziyi's face was calm, and he sensed that the arrogant Xuanwu aura not far away disappeared little by little.

Duan Ziyi learned swords at the age of seven, and what he practiced was the most domineering and toughest slave sword technique. If a sword is in the palm of your hand, your chest will be unprovoked and domineering. There hasn't been a defeat in fifteen years. Since leaving Thunder City, he has been killed from the floating land of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

For Duan Ziyi, the only regret is that he didn't go to Fengting City for the rare sword drinking party.

He never believed in how far the so-called demons could go.

If he only talked about the practice of cultivation, Duan Ziyi asked himself if he was qualified to climb the mountain that belonged to the demon. What he practiced was the strongest level of exercises left over from ancient times, eighteen purple qi scrolls, and the purple qi yuan power after breaking through the ninth rank was eighteen times thicker than ordinary cultivators, such a terrifying yuan power gap was enough for Duan Ziyi to crush cultivators of the same generation.

Duan Ziyi came to Luoyang just to see how sharp his sword was.

As a result, the extremely conspicuous and even somewhat eye-catching aura outside Luoyang City became the first choice for the sword to be unsheathed.

Duan Ziyi didn't think he would lose.

He doesn't think that the so-called demon is any better than himself.

Until he stepped into this purple bamboo forest.

That extremely domineering and indifferent aura melted into heaven and earth the moment he stepped into the purple bamboo forest.

Like a tiger roaring in a low voice, it suddenly stopped, took a step back, and disappeared into the wilderness.

It's a terrible thing.

Duan Ziyi completely lost the sense of that aura.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing that something was not ordinary.

"The transformation of hunter and prey. ”

The eighteen purple qi scrolls were running violently, and the huge purple yuan power enveloped the whole body, Duan Ziyi maintained a cautious attitude and walked with the sword, carefully searching for the hidden Xuanwu aura while guarding against a possible sudden attack.

The brute from Western Xia seemed to have taken his group as prey.

Carrying a huge long sword, the black dragon dragged to the ground suddenly stopped.

Ding Kunsenran's voice sounded under the silver-white mask.

"The demons of Western Xia, don't they dare to show up and fight?"

The purple bamboo forest suddenly fell silent.

No response.

Ding Kun chuckled softly under his mask.

"The thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old tortoise. I was someone from Western Xia, and it turned out that there was a turtle with a shrunken head for 10,000 years. ”

With the sound of the monstrous purple bamboo forest!

Duan Wuyin, who was sitting on top of the huge Jade Lion's head, suddenly opened his eyes.

Over the purple bamboo forest.

A figure suddenly pressed down with the momentum of a thousand gold pendants.

The figure's speed broke through its limit, blurring into a blur in its vision.

Duan Ziyi's figure moved suddenly.

His slightly raised feet rose to the sky in an instant, and the whole person turned into a purple shadow, pinching his hands, the slave sword technique suddenly hooked, and the purple sword on the soles of his feet instantly teleported in front of the falling figure.

"Slash!"

That purple sword castrated extremely quickly, carrying a Yuan Force more than ten times more powerful than the ordinary Nine Ranks, and appeared in front of the falling figure in an instant.

What happened next shocked everyone:

The falling figure suddenly stopped.

There is not the slightest buffer.

Momentary stillness.

In mid-air, there was a moment of absolute stillness.

Then the purple sword pierced upward, as if piercing through an illusory shadow.

Duan Ziyi's pupils shrank, and under the extreme operation of his brain, he only had time to bow his head slightly.

A puddle of blood splattered onto his face.

Less than three feet away from yourself.

A big black coat fluttered.

The master of the black lord drew his greatsword with both hands, smeared it on the surface of the sword with one hand, and held the hilt of the sword with the other.

A huge sword struck in front of him.

Pierced by a large fist and its body.

As fragile as paper.

There was a slight clicking sound from under Ding Kun's mask.

The silver-white mask that tightly stitched the cheeks couldn't withstand the collapse.

Thin, continuous sounds burst out.

Accompanied by the silver-white mask, there were large mouthfuls of heartfelt blood.

Ding Kun's mind was still stuck at the moment when the man appeared in the sky above the purple bamboo forest.

Jack pendant.

Then he teleported in front of him.

Teleportation.

This man's speed was faster than the naked eye, and even beyond the scope of his own Yuan Force.

Even though he knew his move, he drew his sword in time.

Ding Kun's eyes were already a little dazed.

He really didn't think that a person's physique could be so strong.

He wanted to see the man in front of him clearly.

It was pitch black.

Duan Wuyin's face was complicated, and he looked at the man not far away who kept his posture of punching out and did not move.

The demon Ding Kun, who enjoyed the murderous fame of the Northern Wei Dynasty and was known as the second rain devil, was punched through the heart and lungs.

It's almost about ten breaths in time.

This murderous maniac who was expected to reach the pinnacle of power in the Northern Wei Dynasty had already shed all his blood and lost all his vital signs.

Duan Wuyin realized that he had made a big mistake.

From his own perspective, he miscalculated the strength of the demon.

The so-called demons, how strong are they? If you want to get an exact answer to such a question, then the person who measures how strong the demon is, must also be the demon.

Tang Xiaoman and Zhong Xuehu's faces turned pale, looking at this young man who was shirtless and his muscles were incomparably weak.

The world always likes to joke with people.

It's as if the two eldest ladies have been clamoring to see what the legendary demon looks like.

But he never thought that this terrifying man who walked all the way with him to Luoyang and then parted ways was actually a real demon!

He smiled slightly, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

"Second meeting. ”

"You're here to die?"