Lai Xiang Gong has long wanted to fight with the Taoist priests to justify his name. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The demon kings in the black and white lock city were killed by Taoist priests outside the Heavenly Mandate Hall like cutting melons and vegetables.

As one of the only two Great Demon Kings in the world with nine Inner Dans, if he couldn't kill a peak Taoist priest of the Three Realms face-to-face, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

Compared to Wan Bao Xian, there is less restraint in the heart of the coming and going public, because he does not directly inherit the inheritance of any Dao Ancestor. It's very simple, he is a demon king, a pure demon king.

Lian Mo rushed over, just in time to meet the coming-and-going gong who was ambushed in mid-air.

"Good boy, don't you slow down!" came and went, and used a spell to stop Lian Mo.

Yun Jia, who practiced ink, couldn't move after being entangled in that spell, so he threw away the old Yun Jia, and instantly called a new Yun Jia, but ignored the words of the coming and going.

"Where to run? Do you think you can escape in this way?" Lai Xiang Gong flicked the middle finger of his right hand continuously, releasing several spells, and smashed more than ten cloud drivers of Lianmo in one go, and the last spell was released, like a big net, even the clouds and people had to be loaded into it, but the Lianmo in the spell net shook his body, but suddenly disappeared without a trace, it turned out that the 'Lian Mo' that he saw was not the real body at all, it turned out to be the phantom released by him in silence.

The surrounding sky was full of spells and prohibitions, but he was finally found a flaw by Lian Mo, and he hid his body in that flaw.

Coming and going, he laughed dryly, and a pair of bulging strange eyes released two rays of electric light that swept through the air, but there was no trace of practicing ink.

On the other side, Nangong Fengtian attacked from behind with his three thousand erlangs, just in time to meet Wu Zhi who reacted. In an instant, the sky was full of colorful sword lights, and at first glance it was impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.

Looking from afar, there were a hundred columns of swordsmen lined up in the air in the southeast of Tongming Peak of the Vast Mountain, each column of about thirty people. The dense sword light spread out up and down the sword array, left and right, all of which were transformed by the sword pills of the Nanming Lihuo Sword Sect, shining brightly and widely, and then attacking in the northwest direction according to the frequency of one breath. Every attack was filled with a large area of brilliance, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, there were three or four sword formations of various sizes in the northwest direction. The sword array in front was full of white-clothed swordsmen, about 2,000 people, more than 2,000 flying swords, large or small, buzzing in the air, it was good to be far away, if it was close, it would definitely be shocked and dizzy. Whenever Nan Ming's sword pills from the Fire Sword Sect shot at them, those flying swords would rush forward in a stressful manner, and then form a sword shield at a distance of five hundred meters from the swordsman to block the sword light of the sword pills.

On the left hand side of the white-clothed sword formation was another sword formation of about two thousand people, all dressed in black, their flying swords emitted sword qi, converging into a giant sword with golden light in the air, waiting for the opportunity to move. Whenever Nan Ming left the Fire Sword Sect to attack, this giant sword would take advantage of the situation and slam forward, neutralizing part of the power of the sword pill from the oblique stab.

On the right hand side of the white-clothed sword formation, there are two other small sword formations with more than two hundred people each, which are in power as surprise soldiers at the moment, and have not yet been launched.

The two sides fought in the form of formations, and after two rounds of back and forth like this, the disciples of Nanming Li's Fire Sword Sect seemed to have touched the other party's door, and immediately released a flying sword array composed of three other sword pills, roaring towards several sword formations of the other party from different directions to attack at the same time.

The sword formation of the Beiming Sword Sect also launched a counterattack almost at the same time, and as a result, the sword light instantly covered half of the sky, and the two sides made moves one after another, falling into a melee.

Nanming Lihuo Sword Sect's sword pill is like a spell, it can be retracted and released freely, and it is more powerful than the actual flying sword, so although the number of people is not dominant, it does not suffer in terms of momentum.

While the battle was in full swing, hundreds of swordsmen of the Beiming Sword Sect clinged to the mountains on the ground, skimming over the high and low ravines and trees, rushing from the north like thunder.

These swordsmen carried their swords, and when they came closer, they jumped high from the ground, and the sword light flashed in their hands, and they actually wanted to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the sword formation of the Nanming Lihuo Sword Sect.

Nangong Fengtian appeared in mid-air, his whole body was steaming, his hand pointed to the ground, and said loudly: "This is the disciple of the sword airflow, what a group of reckless men!" As his words fell, Nanming left the sword formation of the Fire Sword Sect and swept into the sky, leaving the sword qi under him to roar endlessly, but it could not hurt anyone in the slightest.

Wu Zhi's eyes were quick, and he took advantage of the moment when Nanming left the Fire Sword Sect and flew into the sky, took out his flying sword hundreds of miles away, and released it into the air, and immediately a long rainbow pierced the sun, shooting straight towards Nangong Fengtian.

The long rainbow pierced the sky, and then split into two, and the two turned into four...... In an instant, it became more than 100 roads, rushing towards Nangong Fengtian.

Nangong Fengtian was suddenly arrogant, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar: "This is the battle of a real cultivator! Count it and go, just fighting in your head seems too small! That's what only mortals do! Come on, Wu Zhi! Let's compare today, let's see if you are the best in the Beiming Sword Sect or my Nanming is the best in the Fire Sword Sect!" As he spoke, he shook his robe, instantly unloaded more than fifty sword lights from Wu Zhi, and at the same time let go of a small sword in his hand, and the small sword broke through the sword light in front of him, saw the wind and grew, turned into a fiery red big sword, and shot towards Wu Zhi.

"Nan Ming Lihuo Sword! Sure enough, it lives up to its name!" Wu Zhi no longer dodged, and rushed up from his own sword formation, with a wave of his sleeves, more than a hundred sword lights released before converged in the air, turning into a pair of swords with silver brilliance.

One of the swords is slender and simple, with the pattern of a giant kun on it, while the other is broad and thick, revealing the pattern of Tianpeng. The Kunpeng Twin Swords seemed to sense the threat of their lifelong rivals, and sent out an eternal, long-standing low chant in the air, and collided with the Nanming Fire Sword that made a roaring fire.

The three quaint swords stalemate in mid-air, stirring up waves of qi that made the sky red.

The swordsmen in the sword formations on both sides were stunned by this monstrous momentum for a moment, and after a few breaths, they realized that they were fighting fiercely with the enemy, and after reacting, they fought again.

Nangong Fengtian followed and bowed down, turning into a giant of more than 100 zhang, supporting his sword with great strength, and his cheeks turned crimson.

Although Wu Zhi did not grow up, his long hair fluttered, and he was full of energy, obviously using all his strength.

Wu Xincheng, the elder of the Beiming Sword Sect, Wu Xinji's clan brother, had just recently improved his sword heart, and he was ready to move at this moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a life-and-death battle between the two sects, what kind of morality do you talk about? Look at me to help the master!" After speaking, Jian Xin turned into a ball of red blood and wrapped himself, and then turned into a cloud of blood mist and rushed towards Nangong Fengtian.

Wu Xincheng's sword heart's scientific name is [Blood Ghost], and his attribute is [Blood Break], which specializes in drawing power from the blood of the living, and is extremely evil.

Nangong Fengtian trembled, and immediately felt a fishy stench. When he looked at it, a ball of blood qi rushed out of the other party's tent, flickering and dark, knowing that it was Wu Zhi's helper from the Beiming Sword Sect who came.

"The dignified Beiming Sword Sect actually has such an evil disciple, it is really unworthy to set foot in the Central Plains!" Nangong Fengtian was not afraid, because he knew that he also had strong reinforcements. (To be continued.) )