With a loud roar, Xiao Qianxing, the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor standing in front of the army, was immersed in his soul, urgently urging the Demon Yuan, transporting the forbidden moves, and forcibly receiving the power of the sword intent of the South Sword Pavilion to protect the mountain!

"Demon God Slayer!"

Suddenly, the Teng Snake Demon reappeared, but when he saw it screaming, its wings were one, and the demon was rising sharply in the wind, and it swallowed the sword intent that broke through the air directly.

Just when the demon clan army sensed the disappearance of the threat of sword intent and was about to relax, they suddenly heard the mournful sound of the snake and demon phases, struggling in the air.

After half a breath, the Teng Snake Demon Phase suddenly shattered, and the endless demonic qi was wrapped in terrifying sword intent and burst out in all directions, Xiao Qianxing bore the brunt of it, his claws rose again, blocked the impact, took a few steps back, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

As for those demon soldiers and demon generals who were hit hard, they were not so lucky, they were hit by the sword intent because of the loss of their minds, and suddenly, the demon soul was shattered, and the soul returned to the yin.

This wave of chaos continued to impact, and the number of dead and wounded demon soldiers was more than 10,000.

Angry, angry, angry, Xiao Qianxing's demon sense swept across the battlefield, and before he could vent his anger, he saw a shocking sword intent condensed in the sky above the South Sword Pavilion, and the terrifying sword intent might could make the army of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley have the illusion of being under the ancient sword cultivation power.

Don't forget, the forbidden land of the Eastern Sword Domain, the Sword Abyss, is one of the masterpieces left by the ancient sword cultivators in the past.

"Retreat!"

Xiao Qianxing immediately made a decision and ordered a retreat, the power of the Southern Sword Pavilion Mountain Protection Sword Formation was too terrifying, and it was completely inconsistent with the records left by the Ten Thousand Demon Valley when they invaded the Southern Sword Pavilion in the past.

If he stays any longer, although he can retreat as an ancestor, he may not be able to bring back much of the 80,000 demon troops he brought.

"Hahaha, Old Demon Xiao, welcome to come back next time!"

Song Si's voice came from afar, and it was piercing in the ears of the demons.

However, Xiao Qianxing's demon clan army did not retreat far, but only camped a hundred miles away, ready to attack the Southern Sword Pavilion again at any time!

"This is the information you have gathered?!" In the tent palace, Xiao Qianxing's anger was suppressed. Looking at the Eagle King, the Night Gluttony and the twenty-six demon generals who were trembling.

"Ancestor, the intelligence of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley has always been in charge of Nalan Lianqing. The Eagle King rolled his eyes and said.

Xiao Qianxing snorted coldly: "Dead waste, don't mention it again!"

Although he said this, Xiao Qianxing also had to admire Song Si in his heart, he was obviously a young sword cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, but he was able to fight to a draw, especially the last sword, even he almost failed to catch it.

"Do you really want this seat to break the seal and release all its combat power?"

Xiao Qianxing's expression was gloomy. Let all the demon generals and demon commanders in the tent be silent.

Just when the anger in Xiao Qianxing's heart accumulated to a certain extent, the third demon general Ziyan Aoluan walked out of the queue, and shook his feather fan: "Ancestor, this is not our intelligence mistake. ”

"En?" Xiao Qianxing dispersed his angry expression, waiting for the wise general to say his opinion.

"First, the combat power of sword cultivation is unpredictable, especially for the four major pavilion masters of the Sword Domain. Regarding Song Si's information, we only have relevant records in the Northern Regions War and the Sword Trial Ceremony. As for Song Si's recurrence of old injuries in Zifu City, which caused Yan Zòng's combat strength to decline, his subordinates thought it was real, but it was temporarily suppressed by Song Si with special means. ”

"Oh, you say that, is it forgivable that this seat and Song Si are tied?"

"Don't dare!" Ziyan proudly hugged his fan and saluted. "Song Si's combat power can be confirmed from his killing of the marshal Nalan Lianqing, but before that, the army had already set off, and the war broke out and was irreparable. Secondly. Song Si has today's combat strength, and he must have used some special means in order to reach a draw with the ancestor. ”

Ziyan Aoluan took a deep breath. Salute again: "The subordinates believe that after this battle, Song Si's injuries will inevitably worsen. Second, in the past, my Ten Thousand Demon Valley attacked the South Sword Pavilion, and the South Sword Pavilion Mountain Protection Sword Formation was all presided over by elder-level figures, and it was difficult to join forces, so we were not threatened much. ”

"Are you saying that Song Si, as the pavilion master, can exert the power of the Southern Sword Pavilion's mountain protection sword array to the limit?"

"Exactly! This is also the most critical point for us to misestimate the strength of the Southern Sword Pavilion. ”

"Then didn't you say that Song Si's injuries worsened after the battle with me?"

"Ancestor, there is no conflict here. This is the reason why Song Si laughed and bluffed when he finally manipulated the sword formation, but because of that sword intent, we had to retreat. ”

"Well, then now, I want you and the Eagle King to lead a large army to raid the Southern Sword Pavilion, do you dare to go?"

"Subordinate, willing to go!"

At this time, Ziyan Aoluan had 10,000 divine horses galloping in his heart, and what kind of cleverness was always mistaken by cleverness, lifting a stone to hit his own feet, and that's it.

The only thing that Ziyan Aoluan hoped was that his judgment was correct, and he would not encounter much danger when he went to the South Sword Pavilion, and the Eagle King's heart at this time was extremely depressed, and even the luster of the brown feathers on his body was dimmed because of this.

"Special bird, what does this have to do with this king? no matter what, you should let the night gluttony go!"

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The words were divided into two ends, but it was said that after the sword cultivators of the Southern Sword Pavilion retreated to the mountain protection sword formation, Song Si relied on the sword array's sword intent power that could tear apart the master of the Dividing God Period Yuan Shen to force back the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestors, but because of this, the internal injuries recurred, and a mouthful of blood spurted out after retreating from everyone.

"Ah, this injury is really not light. Song Si looked at the pool of blood in front of him and laughed at himself, "But this is almost the bottom line now." ”

After taking out a elixir sent by Zhuge and taking it, Song Si was about to start healing, but at this time, he heard someone deduct the formation.

"It's me, Nightfall. ”

Song Si frowned slightly, but still opened the formation and let him enter the room.

Glancing at the blood on the ground, Ye Qian stepped forward and put down the medicine box: "Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor Xiao Qianxing is not a simple demon, you have been fighting him for nearly five hours, how can you not be injured?"

"So you're here?"

"Your injuries at the Sword Trial Ceremony are not completely healed, and I saw it when I first arrived. Nightfall took out a special long gold needle, "I need to make a careful diagnosis for you, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Okay!" Song Si glanced at the young pharmacist, completely letting go of his defenses and letting Ye Tilt diagnose.

"Soul Needle!"

The night poured into the concentrating on the yuan, a needle fell, and the divine consciousness suddenly entered the dream space, which was extremely mysterious.

In the space, the night leaned to restrain his mind, and when he looked down, it was Song Si's sea of knowledge, but the sea of knowledge was like an ocean of seawater. Boundless and boundless, I don't know how many times more vast than the average Yuanying monk.

In the distance, three giant swords soared into the sky, towering into the clouds, and I don't know where the peak is.

Rin kills sword intent, making people dare not approach lightly.

"How is this possible? He's obviously in the late Yuan Infancy. Ye Qian was a little incredulous, but after thinking about it for a while, it became clear that he could become the pavilion master of the Southern Sword Pavilion, how could he be different. If it weren't so strong, even if there were hundreds of late Yuan Infant Song Si, I am afraid he would not be the opponent of the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor.

Walking in the void, Nightfall began to probe the wounds on Song Si's body in a unique way, and according to his experience, the monk's sea of consciousness had a special section for collecting injuries in the body, and the place where he was located was the edge of this division.

"Seventy percent of the sword elements are imprisoned?

As Ye Tilt probed, the expression on his face became more and more exciting, and it was obvious that he was obviously hit by Yan Zhan. He even had to doubt his medical cultivation in turn.

"Hey, it's so cold! This is the extremely cold and freezing air of the Little Extreme North Heavenly Palace, so much?"

Trembling all over, Ye Qiyu hurriedly withdrew his investigation of Song Si's imprisonment of Zhenyuan. If he continued, he was afraid that even his own consciousness would be frostbitten.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, the black qi surged, and the shadow was heavy, dyeing the sea of knowledge at the feet of the night tilt into pitch black. It seemed to devour him in one fell swoop.

Just under the influence of the extremely cold and freezing air, Night Tilt was facing sudden danger, and she was caught off guard for a while. Without struggling a few times, he lost control of his incarnation and fell into the dark sea of knowledge.

At this moment, in the distant void of the Sea of Knowledge, the cyan purple flute flashed away, the sound of the flute was faint, the clear light was sprinkled, the demonic atmosphere dissipated instantly, and the crisis was lifted.

He was afraid for a while, he never thought that there would be so many dangers in Song Si's sea of consciousness.

Looking at the giant sword in the sea in the distance, Ye Tilt was glad that he didn't have so much curiosity.

It's just that what surprised him even more was that Fang Cai's demonic qi was extremely pure true demonic qi, which was generally only possessed by pure-blooded demons or extremely high-level demonic monks, but that kind of demonic figure had to at least reach the level of "immortal", how could this be possible?

"This matter must be reported to Brother Sù, otherwise there may be trouble. Ye Tilt turned out three silver threads, took the sea of knowledge, and continued to explore: "The injury is not serious, strange." En elixir, this elixir ......"

After exploring for a long time, the night poured into the consciousness and returned to the body, and the needle was collected in an instant.

This kind of diagnosis seems to take a lot of time, but in fact it is only a blink of an eye, and Rao is so, and Night Tilt feels as if he has healed nearly a thousand monks.

Ye Tilt wiped the sweat from her forehead and calmed her breathing: "Compared to those injuries outside, just treating you is far more difficult than treating them. ”

Song Si opened his eyes: "You have entered my sea of knowledge." ”

"Well, this is not the first time this method has been used on you, don't worry, I didn't look at anything superfluous. Ye Qian paused and smiled helplessly: "Moreover, your sea of knowledge is too dangerous, I'm afraid I won't be able to treat you in this way next time." ”

Song Si nodded: "Let's talk about my injuries." ”

"The injuries you suffered from fighting with the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor are not serious, the trouble is that nearly seventy percent of the sword yuan in your body has been frozen, and I am afraid that even the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor will be angry to death when this is spread. ”

"I know this well, and there is a way to solve it. As for Old Demon Xiao, if he can be, I can be much easier. ”

"You're free, besides, you have some old wounds in your body that need to be cleaned up, and I'll prepare some potions for you later. ”

"I'm tired. ”

"I'm a healer, no thanks. But it's still nice to have gratitude and trust. Ye Tilt smiled, he hesitated, but still asked, "Besides, I want to know what is the matter with so much pure true demonic qi in your body?"

"Pure True Demon Qi?" Song Si muttered, could it be that the original incarnation of Mu Weiming used the Demon Lord's demonic skills to accumulate, or was it ......

"The refinement of these true demonic qi is far from being able to withstand by ordinary monks, and if you let go, it is very likely that you will be completely demonized, or your body will explode. Nightfall reminded worriedly: "Fortunately, there seems to be a mysterious treasure in your body to protect you, so that you are not in danger of being demonized for the time being, but I am afraid that there will be danger in the long run." ”

"I see. Song Si nodded.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the room, and the corners of the visitor's mouth curled slightly, and he silently recited in his heart: "Demonic Qi!" (to be continued......