In the light of the blood moon, Liu Boqin, who was standing in mid-air, released the fingers holding the handle of the knife, and suddenly the scimitar that was more than three feet long shot out at this moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 I saw an inky light constantly shuttling across the one-horned body, and the corpse of the poisonous Jiao glowing with crystal light became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When it was young, the huge poisonous Jiao was already like a leaky ball at this time, becoming shriveled down, and even the fine scale armor became like the dry ground at this time, full of cracks like spider webs, whistling with the mountain wind, and suddenly turned into black dust and dissipated in the wind.

Look at the huge head again, at this time, with the scimitar slashing through the night, it dissipated in the breeze, leaving only the single horn of a few feet long, still emitting light, showing the existence of the previous poisonous Jiao.

"Groan!" At this moment, the scimitar let out a sharp trilling sound in the dark night, as if he felt unwilling to see this single horn. The sharp knife flashed, and in the sound of the clatter, the ground was torn out of different shades of knife marks.

At this moment, the corner of Liu Boqin's mouth, who was standing in mid-air, showed a smile, and his slender fingers suddenly pointed out, and a pitch-black streamer sank into the scimitar at this moment, and the constantly trembling scimitar became quiet at this moment.

"Whew!" In the silence, a terrible roar suddenly sounded, and a figure as black as ink suddenly appeared on the black knife, and it was impossible to see what this figure was, but the sharp breath in it was like a long knife that wanted to tear the world apart, as if everything in front of this figure could not stop its forward pace.

With a sharp roar, a streamer of light seemed to poke out, rolling up the one-foot-long horn on the ground, and the next moment it had disappeared into the shadows, without a trace. At the same time, the figure disappeared at this moment, as if everything before was like a dream.

The night-like blade of the knife sank into the scabbard, and everything became quiet, but Liu Boqin, who held the scimitar in his hand, felt a breath coming from the scimitar.

The bones of his body crackled like fried peas at this time, and the strength of his body became a little stronger at this moment, and in that pair of pitch-black pupils, a touch of essence flashed out, and at this time he was as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring, this is the Demon Sword Sutra.

In the Demon Realm, he did not practice Liu Boqin's martial arts all along, but cultivated the Demon Dao exercises, and in this place with a strong demonic aura, such exercises can be said to complement each other.

According to legend, the Demon Sword Sutra was created by the ancient demon god Sword Demon, if it weren't for Liu Boqin getting this trick from the black demon splitting soul, he would not be able to cultivate at this moment, and in this cruel world, it can be said that it is difficult.

Although in ancient times, the sword demon finally broke the magic knife in his hand because he killed too much, and was wiped off by the heavenly punishment that came from the Heavenly Dao, and he who finally stabbed the Heavenly Dao, naturally he was not spared, and he was killed and punished by thunder, but this was still too far away for Liu Boqin at this moment and was not in his consideration.

What is a magic sword, that is, the knife method that does not follow common sense, does not guard the moves, and every knife strives to kill its own enemies under the knife. And the most domineering thing is that the cultivator is one with his own magic sword, and while constantly slashing the enemy under the sword, his cultivation is also improving.

Just like the huge poisonous Jiao before, the essence of its body was devoured by the magic knife, and even that single horn was never lost. At the same time, the power that came out of the magic knife also tempered Liu Boqin's body, and his strength increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Demon Sword Sutra is theoretically a magic without a vertex, as long as an enemy falls under his magic knife, his strength will increase, until there are no more living creatures in this heaven and earth, it is his own sword that can tear this world apart and devour it. That is even the world, before its own sword, there is only annihilation.

Liu Boqin, who retracted the night, suddenly swept everything around him with his dark eyes, and when he saw the desolation he perceived in the stone egg, he couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart. The next moment, as if he didn't have the slightest emotion on his face, he had already turned into a ghostly light and shot out.

With the appearance of this ghostly light, the fate of this world has changed, I don't know how many creatures will die under the night, and Liu Boqin's strength doesn't know where it will go.

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Shuangjialing is still lush, Liujiazhuang is hidden in the thick white fog, time is flowing like flowing water, everything is still the same, it seems to have not changed, but this quiet, but it can't stop the forward of fate, and what is going to come will come after all.

Five years ago, the departed General Yin returned in a starlight, accompanied by a pitch-black giant bear, whose body was much larger than that of an elephant, and accompanied by the two demons was a huge bison, whose sharp horns were unusually large, but with a sharp edge like a blade.

In the moonlight, the figures of the three flashed among the towering trees of the ancient trees, leaving only the bright moonlight sprinkled in the sky, and the little starlight, without the slightest trace in the woods, as if nothing had ever appeared before.

At the same time, in the closed stone room of Liujiazhuang, a thumb-thick sandalwood slowly burned, turning into a floating green cloud in the air, without the slightest dissipation.

As Liu Boqin of the blue and black futon mountain breathed slowly, the cloud-like mist was inhaled into his body at this time, and a cool breath followed, erasing a trace of ripples in his mind.

This sandalwood is made by Liu Boqin by collecting mountain elixirs and adding golden silk red sandalwood to clear the mind and calm the qi, so that it can be used by the demons outside the hell during the retreat.

At this moment, the connection suddenly became clear, although there was no longer the effect that was used to control the split soul, but as the split soul broke open the stone egg, Wan Rui's new general feeling suddenly came out, which was a feeling that Liu Boqin had never had.

With this touch of qi, the blood pill in the heart suddenly kept beating, and the sound of the heartbeat became extremely clear at this time, and the life conceived in the blood pill was unwilling to be bound by the blood pill at this time, and wanted to break out of the pill, and a huge force continued to impact the barrier of the blood pill.

"Boom!" A roar like thunder suddenly sounded, there was a destructive qi in the thunder, and naturally there was also the vitality of creation, and in the midst of that loud noise, a tiny crack appeared on the solid blood pill barrier. This crack is not visible to the naked eye, only Liu Boqin, who is swept by his divine sense, is seeing the existence of this crack.