Suddenly, it began to rain heavily on the mountain in front of the Demon Sect. Murong Chuxue's body was protected by spiritual energy, so the raindrops did not fall on her body.
She fought with Mo Ming, and in just one breath she had already passed a hundred moves.
Elder Yuming looked at it with a flash of shock in his eyes,
"These two people are no longer in the realm of pure gods. Although they have not overcome the tribulation, they have already touched the threshold of the Taoist sect."
He felt that in his generation, he was already considered outstanding in the sect, but now that he was approaching a thousand years old, he was just an ordinary god. If he wanted to achieve greatness, it might take thousands or even thousands of years.
But Murong Chuxue was different. He always felt that with her cultivation level, she should be able to touch that threshold.
But why has she not ascended in these thousands of years?
Elder Huang Tian snorted softly when he heard this, and said with a strange air,
"Yes, otherwise there are so many sword practitioners in the Cangwu Fourteen Prefectures, and only Murong Chuxue and Su Changli can be called sword masters."
Elder Yuming's eyes widened when he heard this.
"Why do I think there is something in your words?"
What does he mean?
Are you mocking their Kunwu Sword Sect?
Elder Huang Tian turned his head away and said,
"You think too much."
I really don’t want to say another word to a fool.
Not everyone with a discerning eye can tell this, he is just mocking their Kunwu Sword Sect.
Elder Yuming didn't think much about it. He just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and praised him.
"As expected of the person who was able to become a god thousands of years ago with his Nascent Soul cultivation, and destroyed the two god-transformation elders of your Dao Sect ancestor and the Beast Control Sect. Murong Chuxue is really amazing and talented!"
The mystery of this swordsmanship is truly unparalleled.
Elder Huang Tian's face turned green when he heard this.
"You can shut up if you can't speak!"
Why is this Yu Ming so annoying?
Murong Chuxue and Mo Ming were fighting so hard that no one else could interfere. No matter who went up, they would be crushed into pieces by the aftermath of the two people's spiritual energy.
It was at this time that Shang Shixian realized the gap.
The ignorance just now was just to play with them.
This is his true strength.
But just now, what did he want to do?
"…………"
The Demon Gate, in Whirlpool Snow's bedroom.
The Netherworld Fire, which was filled with blue spiritual power, seemed to have the power to devour everything, and everything it passed was scorched and cracked.
Ji Qingfeng was beaten out by the Nether Fire, leaving hideous burns on his arms.
Lin Qinghan also failed to escape the attack of Netherworld Fire. Whispering Snow had a clear target and headed straight towards Sang Luo.
Just three feet away from her, Sang Luo took a deep breath, touched Feng Li with his fingers, and whispered softly,
"Tiangang, spiritual flame!"
Her voice was very soft, but after the four words fell, the magma behind her suddenly rioted, and the fire spirits in the air began to rage, and they all converged towards Fengli Sword.
"This is the ninth level of Fengli Sword Technique?"
Chu Yanshu looked at Sang Luo. After this sword blow, the spiritual energy in Sang Luo's body would completely dry up, but there was a certain possibility that Po Sa Xue would die.
In an instant, the smiling face of Mei Ming flashed across his mind, and in a flash of lightning, he seemed to understand something.
The devil wants Sang to become a demon.
"don't want!"
Chu Yanshu ran wildly in the direction of Sang Luo, but it was already too late——
The long sword in Sang Luo's hand penetrated Po Sua Xue's body, and in an instant, Po Suo Xue's body shattered into ashes, and a faint blue rose, heading straight towards her spiritual sea.
And at this moment, Sang Luo seemed to understand something.
But, it's too late.
Second update~
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