A thought of the Devil, as the name suggests, into the devil is all by a moment of evil thoughts, as long as the evil thoughts are not extinguished, the person will not die or die, just imagine if you stab the same person to death with every sword, what would it be like?

Huang Xuanyi's sword never seemed to stop, and gradually he seemed to be a little overwhelmed, but he still danced the sword in his hand like flying, and his sword seemed to be getting slower and slower. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info's gray beard trembled slightly.

Suddenly, just when Huang Xuanyi pierced Wang Qingyu with a sword, the hand holding the sword paused slightly, this time maybe only for a second, maybe not for a second.

In just this second, a new Wang Qingyu appeared again, and the pale cyan sword surrounded Huang Xuanyi, brushing and brushing! Huang Xuanyi's body suddenly turned into countless points of light, like flying fireflies, but more like a thought of a certain powerful person!

Zhou Cong's heart was shocked, he didn't believe it, even if Wang Qingyu didn't die or die, if he could kill his master and kill the master of the sect who was a hundred times stronger than him, he couldn't believe it.

But that's how it happened.

"Brother Zhou, is it your turn next?" Wang Qingyu stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked the non-existent blood on the blade of the sword, slurping and squinting his eyes, as if he was intoxicated by the delicious taste of the world.

Zhou Cong smiled slightly bitterly: "Since you can't tolerate me, why do you try your best to keep me in the Heavenly Sword Gate?"

"Hehe, because you have one thing on you, what I want!" Wang Qingyu said slowly.

Zhou Cong said: "Actually, as a friend, as long as you say it, I may not agree!"

Wang Qingyu shook his head and said, "You will definitely not agree!" His voice was a little lonely and hesitant, and then he laughed miserably like a bloodthirsty devil.

"If I kill you, won't yours be mine?"

"Then, why did you kill your own master?"

"Hehe, because what I want is exactly what he needs, so after I returned to the sect, I secretly put a small amount of rotten bones in the tea of the old thing!" Wang Qingyu said proudly.

He is too confident, sometimes blind self-confidence is arrogance, and arrogant people have only one end, and that is ......

Zhou Cong's overlord halberd was already in his hand, and the swirling golden light was crisscrossing and closing. The halberd flew sideways and slashed towards Wang Qingyu, the heavy halberd did not become half a point sluggish because of the weight, but was incredibly fast.

Wang Qingyu didn't dodge, what was he going to do? Did he want to use his own small idea to exchange for the final victory? Yes, when Zhou Cong's halberd cut through his waist, there was another Wang Qingyu behind Zhou Cong.

He smirked, and the sword and its tricky angle stabbed towards Zhou Cong.

Suddenly, Zhou Cong only felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and he suddenly swung the overlord halberd behind him, and the monstrous golden light seemed to be too late to block the sharp blade.

Even Zhou Cong felt the coldness and tingling in his heart. It was the feeling that the sword was about to pierce in, and there was some desperation.

In the corner of his eye, he even saw Wang Qingyu's smiling face and that longing look, and at this moment his heart seemed to be all condensed on this sword.

What kind of treasure was he coveting for Zhou Cong? Why would he say that even a world-famous powerhouse like the Heavenly Sword Sect Master was fighting his own ideas? Even Zhou Cong didn't know that in addition to this overlord halberd, what else was worthy of that kind of strong person to covet. To play so many conspiracies that are not commensurate with their identity!

But Zhou Cong may not have time to understand, the pain in his heart makes his thoughts return. He clearly felt the hesitation of the sword.

The opportunity cannot be missed, Zhou Cong's halberd swung out wildly, and then turned around and punched the sky, and the Deceptive Fist erupted vigorously.

Peng~ With a muffled sound, he actually saw the head rolling on the ground, and the expression on the head was full of incredible unwillingness.

It was like blood-red rain in the hall, Zhou Cong wiped the blood on his face, and the head on the ground was still rolling.

He actually killed the immortal Wang Qingyu?

He didn't kill Wang Qingyu.

Because a sharp sword tip penetrated Wang Qingyu's heart, it was the old man with a white beard behind him who killed him. It turned out to be Huang Xuanyi!

Isn't he dead? He's still alive?

Zhou Cong was confused, he didn't understand why, the immortal Wang Qingyu would die. And Huang Xuanyi, who was already dead, suddenly came back to life.

Soon Huang Xuanyi's words gave him the answer: "He's just a wisp of my thoughts, but he has his own wisdom, and he forgets who is his master!"

Huang Xuanyi stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the non-existent blood on the blade, and said, "Now, I'm going to get back what I need!"

Zhou Cong looked at him vigilantly, and suddenly a smile appeared on Zhou Cong's face, and he said slowly: "Then who are you, it seems to be just a thought!"

Huang Xuanyi couldn't help but smack, clang, and with a crisp landing sound, the sword fell to the ground, and his body was still gradually melting from his hand.

The hall was also restored to its original appearance in the violent tremors, and the ruined ruins and walls overgrown with weeds were also restored. An old man with a gray beard sat cross-legged.

A pitch-black cloud, hovering above his head, this person is the real Huang Xuanyi. He slowly opened his eyes, with a soft expression and a kind smile, looking at Zhou Cong, who was still stunned.

The breath emanating from the dark cloud above was so familiar to Zhou Cong - demonic energy!

As the old man's eyes opened, everything on Tianjian Mountain seemed to be changing, the green leaves had turned yellow, the clean gravel path was overgrown with weeds, and even the disciples who came and went under the mountain were slowly disappearing.

What else is there but the wind? What else is there but the chirping of insects? The wind is whimpering.

Huang Xuanyi in Zhou Cong's eyes was like a Shura from hell, he didn't know where he was! Isn't this the Heavenly Sword Gate? Isn't this the Tianluo Continent?

What about the people I saw? Could they all be a wisp of demonic thought from a demonic cultivator?

What did Huang Xuanyi want? He didn't say anything in the end, but he acted, a pair of big thin hands, seemingly slow, but people had nowhere to hide, grabbed towards Zhou Cong's heart!

Zhou Cong turned sideways, like the sharp claws of a knife, and slashed his heart. Zhou Cong struggled to dodge, and even the touch between the Overlord Halberd and Huang Xuanyi made a metallic sound.

Huang Xuanyi smiled like a ghost: "Do you know? ”