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Feng Wuji's anxious face eased, and the arm that was holding Lin Fan's ankle loosened. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His half-lying body struggled to stand up, and his remaining arm pushed away the hands that Lin Fan wanted to support.

"The old man has to be strong in his life, and it is not yet time for people to be pitied, if one day you can enter the real Flying Immortal Sword Sect, ask the old man what hundreds of thousands of disciples are in their eyes?

Lin Fan's palm holding the hilt of the sword let out a burst of explosion, and the whole person fell into a speechless silence, only to turn into a chilling gaze in his eyes.

"My sword can not only destroy demons, but also slaughter people!"

Lin Fan's cold and gloomy words made Feng Wuxian stunned, but a hint of excitement appeared on his pale and shriveled cheeks.

"Lin Fan, I don't know why you have become so powerful in a short period of time, the peak of Jindan can kill the Yuan Infant, you must have your secret, but you have to remember that you are still very weak, if you really want to escape this catastrophe, find a place to hibernate, in this world, only the sword in your hand is your best partner, it can make you make all the truth bow down at your feet!"

"Before you woke up, I used my divine sense to perceive that the aura of the entire Immortal Mountain was pouring towards the Demon Suppression Cave, presumably the Demon Clan used the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands of disciples to awaken the ancient demons in the Demon Cave, and launched such a scale of sacrifice Even the monks of Hedao will be greatly injured, and when I rush out of the stratum, I will rush to the Demon Clan who is greatly injured in vitality, attracting the attention of the Demon Clan, and after three breaths, you go straight to the Demon Cave, whether you live or die depends on the arrangement of God!".

Feng Wuxian looked up at the hole a hundred meters away, his shriveled body was straight, he looked at the round hole, his divine sense was locked on the woman half-leaning on the white jade bed in the sky like a sharp sword.

"Although I ran out of oil and dried up, I still had the sword intent in my heart before I fell, hehe, I want to taste what the flesh and blood of the demon race tastes like!"

Feng Wuxian raised his shriveled arm and plunged into his sea of qi, and there was not a trace of blood dripping from his abdomen.

Presumably, his flesh and blood had already dried up in the previous battle, and when the bone-like palm cut into the sea of qi, there was an incredible flush on his cheeks wrapped in only a layer of human skin.

Lin Fan stood aside and slowly closed his eyes, this was Feng Wuxi's choice, he had no right to preach.

He took a deep breath and let himself forget everything, the oil lamps in the sea of qi were bright, and a tsunami-like true yuan boiled in the meridians.

Feeling Lin Fan's fluctuating mood calm, with a hint of approval on Feng Wuxi's shriveled cheeks, his palm inserted into the sea of qi suddenly retracted.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The bottom of the dark pit actually blew a violent wind at the moment when the wind withdrew its palm without a trace.

Feng looked down without a trace, looked at a finger-thick whirlwind in his palm and said in a low voice: "This is the sword intent that has been conceived in my sea of qi for thousands of years, after a sword it will dissipate in the world, I don't have much in the world, can you prepare?"

Lin Fan pointed the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword on the ground at the sky, and his closed pupils opened suddenly.

A cold light several feet long flashed through his erect pupils, and the clothes he had just changed into were propped up by his body covered with silver dragon scales, revealing a hideous chest.

The furious and bloodthirsty aura gushed out from Lin Fan's body like an ancient beast.

With the endless killing intent in Lin Fan's heart, the narrow pit was actually covered with a layer of snow-white frost, and a piercing chill made Feng Wuxian shiver violently.

Feng Wuxian looked at Lin Fan in front of him and said: "I don't want you to bring me such pressure, maybe after a thousand years, you are qualified to reach the realm of the Convergence Dao, although you are half a demon, but in my heart you are no different from the human race, I hope you will not let the blood of the human race be wiped out."

"Let's go, let's go, it's time for me to go on the road, I hope to see those fallen disciples and don't blame me, the ancestor, for being incompetent!"

Feng Wuxian sighed, and the whirlwind in his palm turned into a long sword like green smoke, and he shouted loudly when he held the long sword high.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"

A violent storm arose, and the shriveled body of the wind slowly dissipated under this wind.

An earth-shattering sword aura rushed towards the sky with a body that quickly dissipated without a trace.

On the sky of Bulao Mountain, the love flower leaned obliquely on the white jade bed, squinting comfortably to restore her own qi and blood.

Suddenly, her half-squinted pupils opened slightly, the long eyelashes on her eyes were raised, and the corners of her mouth showed a hint of disdainful ridicule.

The Yuanying Monk she thought was dead dared to lock herself with her divine sense, and even if she was seriously injured now, she could poke her to death with one finger.

I really thought I didn't know anything, the two ants hid in the ground and really thought they could escape her perception, and they wanted to leave it together with the ancestors to eat blood, since they wanted to find their own death, it would be better.

Thinking of this, Yulin Hua closed her eyes again, and kicked the dragon head in front of the white jade bed playfully like jade-like slender feet.

"Boom"

The thunder exploded, and the moment the wind rushed out of the ground without a trace, the sword intent in his hand set off a thousand qi waves in the air.

Layers of air waves are like huge

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) ripples quickly in all directions, where the air waves passed, the smoke rose, and the boulders rolled.

"Wind Ancestor!"

"It's the ancestor, he hasn't fallen yet!"

"Since the Ancestor has not fallen, it must be that Senior Brother Lin Fan is still alive, and our Sword Sect has not perished!"

The Sword Gate monks, who were besieged by the red-haired demon beasts, saw the wind without a trace in the sky-rushing sword light, and one by one burst into tears, and their cheeks, which were already a little decadent, were filled with ecstasy.

Outside the red-haired demon beast, five big men with immortal characters embroidered on their chests sat cross-legged on the ground, each holding a remnant sword in their hands and reaching into the big mouth that could crack to the back of their heads, shaving the remnants of flesh between their teeth, ignoring the scene in front of them.

Riding the earth-shattering sword without a trace, he didn't want to look at the remaining monk, he raised his head, and his blood-red eyes stared at the love flower on the white jade bed.

Kill, kill, kill!

There was only one thought in his heart, which was to buy enough time for Lin Fan, even if it was just a breath.

Chong Xiao's sword qi turned into an indescribably fast streamer, and instantly rushed to the woman with her eyes closed and half-leaning on the white jade bed.

Feng Wuxian raised the long sword like smoke in his hand and stabbed it fiercely at the center of the eyebrows of the love flower.

"Die!"

The wind shouted without a trace, and the sound shook the mountains, and the sword qi like a rainbow flashed by.

When the sword qi lit up on the center of the love flower's eyebrows, Feng Wuxian had a look of joy on his face, causing his shriveled cheeks to twist together.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and both the remnants of the Sword Gate monks and the countless red-haired demon beasts gathered their eyes under the sword light that flickered without a trace.

"Zheng"

The crisp sword roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the sword intent that stabbed the heart of the love flower could not break through her fair skin.

The long sword like smoke kept roaring in Feng Wuji's hand, and his legs turned into ashes in his might.

Feeling that his limit had arrived, Feng Wuxian looked bitter, could it be that there was such a gap between himself and the monk of the Cooperative Dao, and the sword intent that he had conceived for thousands of years could not pierce the skin of the other party.

It seemed that because of Feng Wuxi's trouble, Yulianhua couldn't sleep, and with a flick of her white little hand, the sword intent against her eyebrows shattered like glass, and the slender fingertips on her fingers instantly crossed Feng Wuji's throat.

The wind whimpered in the sky, and the shriveled head of the wind was gently plucked off by the love flower, thrown like garbage, and hung on the dragon's horns under its feet.

There was not a trace of blood on the skull, only a pair of angry eyes, and it was still unblinded.

(End of chapter)

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