The mad sword Zixiao chased away, its speed was like a rainbow, and it was soon embellished with ten thousand demon cultivators. He sneered, stopped the sword mark slightly, and saw a purple sword flying out, and several voids let out a groan, suppressing layer by layer, and with a bang, the two hundred demon cultivators were suddenly pressed into powder.

Zixiao frowned, and sure enough, the powder was like a cloud of mist, scattered into the forest and disappeared.

"Wonderful and mysterious!

Her figure fell in the forest, and her spiritual sense covered the past, and there was no trace of her, and she ran for her life to the right side of the Taiyuan Mountain Range.

"The Ten Thousand Transformation Demon Sect has cultivated two escape powers. Zixiao sneered, and as soon as his figure spread, he followed it again.

These demon cultivators, although their cultivation is not in Zixiao's eyes, they are as fast as rabbits when they escape. The Taiyuan Mountains went to the right and soon approached Lianyundu. This Lianyundu is connected to the Li River at one end and the East China Sea at the other end, if these demon cultivators are allowed to escape into the East China Sea, then the sea will be wide and the fish will jump, the sky will be high and the birds will fly, the south and the north will escape, and Zixiao will be helpless.

Thinking of this, Zixiao immediately turned into light and went straight to Lianyundu, the only way to the East China Sea. However, after waiting for half a cup of tea, there was no movement.

"Could it be that you guessed wrong? Or did the other party use his heart in turn and go to the Li River?"

Zixiao pondered for a moment, then suddenly sneered, and his figure disappeared.

About half a column of incense, hundreds of black gray gases suddenly drifted upstream, and they drifted very slowly, as if they were afraid of attracting some attention, so there was almost no movement.

Zixiao, who was hidden in the shadows, said secretly Sure enough, these demon cultivators have no fighting spirit, and if they want to escape from Qingzhou, the East China Sea is the only way to survive. also wanted to lead her to chase her to the Li River.

Zixiao's eyes were cold, and he made up his mind to kill them all, and never leave any trouble. As soon as he raised his hand, the purple sword slashed away in the wind, and it was still a sword light differentiation, and hundreds of sword lights were differentiated in the blink of an eye, like willow silk purifying, and like a long whip whipping, the left and right and upper and lower voids were all locked by the sword light.

When the demon cultivators reacted, they couldn't escape. The first Demon Cultivator shouted angrily: "Crazy Sword, you deceive people too much!"

Its figure swelled suddenly, stretched out, and blocked all the sword light of the nine heavens and ten earths, blood rose to the sky, and its body was suddenly torn apart.

"Either you die, or I die, what else is there to say?"

The Zixiao sword seal changed again, and the purple sword hung upside down and rotated, projecting a sword light like a purple belt, forming a great sword domain, confining the lucky surviving demon cultivation circle.

The demon cultivator whose body was torn apart suddenly condensed, but his face was pale, and it was obvious that his vitality was greatly injured: "Let my disciples have a way to live, and the Wanhua Demon Sect will never set foot in Qingzhou for half a step from now on!"

"I don't believe you!" Zixiao's face was expressionless, his sword finger hooked back, and the sword circle suddenly had sword qi across the circle, and immediately there were demon cultivators screaming, wailing, and cursing.

"Stop!"

At this moment, there was a sudden shout from outside the sky, and at the same time, the void stretched out an arm as thick and huge as an ancient tree, grabbed the sword circle and tore it apart, and then heard a roar, and the arm clenched into a fist and slammed into Zixiao.

Zixiao was taken aback, and the purple sword turned around to block the blow, but it still flew back violently, crushing a large area of forest before stopping, and looked fixedly.

I saw a person slowly coming out of the void, a giant. It is about dozens of feet high, and every step can make the earth shake.

"Taishang!"

The demon cultivators were inexplicably surprised, and they turned back into their bodies one after another, hugging the giant.

Seeing that the loss was not great, the giant couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said: "Crazy Sword, the words of this seat always have weight! This seat promises that within the Double Tribulation, the Ten Thousand Transformation Demon Sect will never step into Qingzhou for half a step, so can it be released?"

The giant is none other than Luo Xiyuan, this is his strongest supernatural power "Law Heaven and Earth", even if the crazy sword Zixiao, being hit by this heavy blow, it is by no means as easy as it seems, and he has already been secretly injured.

That sword circle was originally a corner of the realm of his sword intent, but it was torn apart by surprise, and the natal flying sword was damaged, and his mind was also damaged. Coupled with Luo Xiyuan's heavy punch, Zixiao was far from being as calm as he seemed on the surface.

But who is she, known as the crazy sword Zixiao, is by no means in vain.

Hearing this, she couldn't help but sneer: "The Wanhua Demon Sect invaded Qingzhou, and it was too naïve to think about it if you didn't set foot in Qingzhou?" Luo Xiyuan, how can this account be done, kill me and you can pass, or be killed by me, just these two choices!"

Luo Xiyuan was anxious, it didn't take long for the Sword Saint to find this place, and seeing that Zixiao would rather die than retreat, he immediately shouted: "Find death and it will be for you!"

The sound has not fallen, the fist has moved, its fist is as heavy as a mountain, the fist wind is like a black crow crying blood, two strange forces will fully occupy the two levels of power and spirit, and really do the ability to break ten thousand laws with force, which is the foundation of Luo Xiyuan's ability to achieve the great master.

Zixiao had been secretly lucky as early as when he spoke, and then the sword mark moved, and his beautiful face was as calm as water at this moment, and the fist wind was far away, disrupting his hair bun, and the white and purple robes were also hunting.

"Purple Imperial Heart Sutra, the gods are evil, and they leave the soul!"

The purple sword shines, like the purple moon in the sky, and the name of the sword is also Zixiao.

The purple sky leaped, and the sword light shone endlessly. In the next breath, as if crashing into a mountain, the Zixiao Sword let out a clear trembling sound, and the sword body trembled carefully and rapidly.

At the same time, I saw the purple light blooming violently, competing fiercely with the fist wind of the heavy fist, and the aftermath swept the trees on the left and right, and the century-old trees were uprooted by it. The aftermath was pushed hundreds of feet away, and it continued to surge outward.

The Ten Thousand Transformation Demon Cultivators all hid behind Luo Xiyuan and were not affected.

The beautiful eyes of the mad sword are black and white, bright like gems. He stopped the sword seal and caused the soul separation sword intent that he had cultivated all his life to the limit, his face flushed and undercurrent, and the blood stains on his lips were shocking.

"Roar!"

Rossi's eyes cracked, and he let out a low roar as he suffered the pain of leaving his soul.

The soul sword intent has nothing to do with the third law of "Mending the Heavens", but it is the essence of the sword path that Zixiao has cultivated all his life. The living soul body can be torn apart, and the cultivation level is slightly lower, and the middle one will be killed immediately, and there is no reason to be spared.

However, Zixiao was already injured, and at this time, he was competing with Luo Xi Yuanfa, and the sword intent could not be perfected, and if he stopped this slightest gap, he would fall behind.

Luo Xiyuan roared angrily, it turned out that he retained a trace of strength, at this time, with all his strength, the green tendons of his right arm were exposed, and the Zixiao Sword bounced off in response, and flew backwards with Zixiao, smashing a few ancient trees, falling heavily, cracking the soil and stones, and falling layer by layer.

Zixiao was in the center of the pit, his face was as pale as paper, and he said, "You are really strong!"

Before he could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood. She stood up tremblingly, standing with her sword, her black hair stained with blood, sticking to her beautiful face, a little less strong and a little weaker: "I won't let you go unless I die!"

Luo Xiyuan's face sank like water, he was not moved by this weakness at all, and there was no thought of pity and pity in his mind. immediately without saying a word, he was about to take Zixiao's life.

At this time, there was a thunderous sound in the void, Luo Xiyuan's face changed drastically, his feet grabbed the ground violently, and his heavy fists slammed up. This punch was in danger, the fist was like a raging fire, and in the friction with the void, it made a fine popping sound.

The power of this punch was obviously beyond his own expectations.

The next breath, but saw a sword light thrown from the sky. The thunder intensified in an instant, and the two immediately collided in one place.

"Everything is reversible, but time cannot be moved!"

Time seems to stand still, and the dust, trees, water currents, swimming fish, and so on in a radius of hundreds of zhang are all stagnant in the void.

Those demon cultivators opened their mouths wide, and a look of horror appeared, but the whole person seemed to be a statue standing still.

In the fourth realm of the way of the sword, the thunder sound of the way of the sword was completely displayed at this time. It's not that time stands still, but that the speed of the sword light has transcended the boundaries of time and walked in front of everyone. You take the first step, he has already taken the third step, this is the current level in the eyes of the sword saint Xu Mingzhen.

"Only time can't be moved, time can't be moved, I just can't move the sword light forward. "This is the fourth realm of the way of the sword, which is close to the existence of the Tao.

The fist was like a blazing fire, but the sword light had already slashed through the void with a single step of the fist, and the fist fell into the void, how could it hurt it? The sword light touched the heavy fist, and suddenly followed from its arm, and in the blink of an eye, it spread to the back of the shoulder, the head, and then the entire body.

The sword light penetrated deep into his body, destroying the center of the heavens and the earth, destroying the true form of Luo Xiyuan, cutting off his vitality and sealing all his tricks.

In the next breath, time recovered, and everyone saw Luo Xiyuan punch out, and the law was immediately lifted, and his body shrank inch by inch, and then he couldn't even stand firmly, lying on the ground, his whole body was oozing blood, and his eyes were staring at a sword flying from the sky.

"Taishang!"

The demon cultivators let out a mournful cry and rushed to his side one after another, helping him up.

"Xu Mingzhen, I won't let you go even if I die!" Luo Xiyuan said this, and vomited blood. One of them was a supernatural method, and even his life was deprived, and when he learned this result, he smiled miserably.

The void threw a sword and turned into a human, it was Xu Mingzhen, how could he pay attention to Luo Xiyuan, looked at Zixiao and said with concern: "How is Uncle Shi's injury?"

Speaking of which, this Zixiao is indeed a generation older than Xu Mingzhen, who is Xiao Nanli's senior sister.

Zixiao shook his mantis: "Can't die!"

Xu Mingzhen put his mind at ease, and immediately turned around and raised his hand, about to kill the remaining demon cultivators.

"Enough!"

At this moment, the already dark sky suddenly darkened again, as if it was about to collapse, and a ghostly light lit up between the heavens and the earth, and a man dressed in a dark red robe slowly paced down from the sky.

In the dark red robe, there is a moon-white middle robe embroidered with a mysterious pattern, and the chest is slightly open, and a slap like a big blood lotus can be seen. He was about thirty years old, with white hair hanging down his shoulders and an indifferent expression, overlooking all living beings.

"Ancestor!"

As soon as this person appeared, it seemed to be reflected in everyone's eyes. Lianyundu, Taiyuan Core, Golden Scale City, the demon cultivators in the three places let out cries of surprise one after another, and the original desperate mood suddenly disappeared.

This person is the co-master of the Eastern Capital, the Thirty-Three Days of Outer Regions, the Billions of Tribulation Demons, and the Demon Lord of the Eastern Capital.

"It's so majestic!"

But when he saw a person reappear in the void, he confronted him from afar: "I thought you would hide in the outer realm until the Eastern Capital is destroyed!"