The sword rain comes quickly.
Xue Yue, who was already at a complete disadvantage, was entangled by the two extremely fast flying swords of the swordsman. Not only was it difficult for him to deal with it, but he was also unable to distance himself. In a blink of an eye, dozens of flying swords were already chasing him, and he was about to capture him before he saw it. Xue Yue was killed by the sword.
The step sword master's cold face showed no pride. Instead, his eyes narrowed slightly and he activated his sword skills. It seemed that he had used some secret method. The sword's speed and killing power were greatly increased, and he killed suddenly.
Xue Yue was shocked and couldn't help but press a silver ring on the index finger of his left hand.
"Don't panic." Before he could cast the spell, a voice suddenly came from far away, followed by several flashes of light, the Faceless Holy Son suddenly jumped out, and Yun Danfengqing opened his palm.
Roar! Black light flashed between the palms, and suddenly a huge monster with armored skin jumped out, its claws clasped together, protecting the two of them like a barrier. The rain of swords killed them without even injuring them at all.
All the lightning flashed, and in an instant, the faceless holy son had Xue Yue under his protection. A faint smile appeared on the face of the devil, but it stopped suddenly.
His profound cultivation brought him extraordinary inspiration, and he seemed to feel some kind of terrifying threat. His eyes suddenly shrank, and before he could utter a warning, the next moment
has arrived.
The Faceless Holy Son seemed to be aware of it and looked up for no reason.
On the altar, the Taoist boy recited a mantra and held up the vermilion gourd high with both hands. A sword light suddenly shot out from it, and for an instant there seemed to be only a cold light visible between heaven and earth.
"So fast!" Not to mention the cultivators of the Demon Sect, even the Taisu Sect members on the altars who were watching the battle attentively felt their hearts tremble.
That sword light was like lightning flashing in the morning. It was fleeting and did not seem to show any edge. However, in the spiritual perception of a person with advanced cultivation, it was like thunder running through the clouds, soaring to the point of lightning, galloping across the sea. .
In the blink of an eye, from under the altar to the edge of a hundred miles, the sea suddenly divided, and water flowed down like a waterfall on both sides, and it could not be bridged even after several breaths.
"Faceless!" Holy Son Beilan was shocked.
I saw that the armor-covered monster protecting the faceless Xue Yue was suddenly split into two halves under the sword, turning into turbid currents and scattering. In the meantime, the two people had disappeared, and they did not know whether they had escaped. Birthday, or——
Already died without a complete body?
The incantation Xu Zhuang taught the Taoist boy was just a temporary evil, but that sword was the first time the Taiyi Rainbow Light Sword was unsheathed against an enemy since it was sacrificed to become a killing sword, and it was a real full-force blow.
Although Holy Son Beilan didn't know how powerful it was, the sword flashed instantly, as if it was faster than the birth and death of thoughts!
Putting himself in his shoes, Holy Son Beilan might not even be able to react in time to cast a spell. Unless he puts himself in the afterlife, he might have a glimmer of hope.
The Holy Son of Beilan stares at the field, has a faceless character, is arrogant, and behaves arrogantly. It is natural that he can struggle to grow up in the cruel demon sect and reach where he is today.
Holy Son Beilan just imagines being faceless, it may not be impossible to find that life's vitality.
Sure enough, in the next moment, a faint light flickered, and a Nascent Soul with its feet on turbid clouds and its arms wrapped with a demon anaconda emerged from it. There was still a look of panic on its surprisingly ugly face, and it screamed: "Brother Taoist, save me!" I!"
It's him.
The Nascent Soul is the person who condenses the spiritual energy of the ascetic. The Nascent Soul baby will not be easily revealed to others. Once the Nascent Soul comes out of the body, it often means that it is the time of life and death.
As expected, Wu Mian gave up his body, even Xue Yue, and escaped from the Nascent Soul to escape.
Bei Lan's eyes became complicated, and he had many thoughts in his mind.
On the other hand, they are both the Holy Sons of the Apparition Sect. Although they are ruthless, their cultivation is similar. If Wu Mian dies so easily under Xu Zhuang's sword, it really makes him feel as sad as a rabbit or a fox.
But Wu Mian escaped from Nascent Soul, I'm afraid...
There is no room for mediation in this battle!
All Demon Sect monks are not allowed to approach the array gate for hundreds of miles, and any offenders will be punished!
The Taisu Dharma Ribbon is still hanging on the gate of the formation, and the spiritual consciousness of the practitioners can understand its purpose.
How could Xu Zhuang allow Wu Mian to break into the formation gate and then leave so easily, even if he had only Nascent Soul left and his path was cut off!
But Tianmozi himself said that he would raid the formation for Wu Mian, and with so many fellow demon sects here, how could he easily go back on his word...
On the altar, Xu Zhuang stood up at some point and raised his finger in the distance.
Tianmozi's face turned gloomy and he said calmly: "Save him."
In response to the sound, a person suddenly jumped out from behind Tian Mozi and galloped towards the faceless Nascent Soul. At the same moment, Tian Mozi turned his eyes away and looked at the altar from a distance. He raised one sleeve and turned his palm upward. Lift it gently as if lifting something.
As he moved, the demonic clouds under his feet suddenly rolled away, and instantly flowed for hundreds of miles like a flood, heading straight towards the Dharma altar of Taisu Zhengzong.
Xu Zhuang's eyes were slightly cold, as if there was a flash of lightning, he stopped the exercise without thinking, flicked his fingers, and struck out dozens of thunderbolts, rushing straight towards the faceless Nascent Soul, flicking his sleeve from the jade seal, and shouted : "Please take action, Senior Brother Yue!"
Before the last note fell, I saw a shocking sword light rising into the sky from the altar on the left, as if a sword had cut through a lot of space, and it instantly reached behind the Faceless Nascent Soul.
"Yue Junlan!" The face of the man who rushed to help changed slightly. He immediately dropped his magical weapon and cast Taoist magic. However, the sword light suddenly became tangible, sometimes invisible, sometimes had substance, sometimes had no substance, and was constantly changing.
While tossing and turning, he seemed to be wearing a curtain of rain, not even a drop of water touched him. He passed through numerous Taoist techniques and struck the faceless Nascent Soul with one sword, instantly killing him——
Execute!
"Damn it..." The man yelled angrily and choked in his throat. Suddenly, dozens of thunderbolts came. He hurriedly turned his magical weapons to meet them. When Fang exchanged a blow, it was like a thunderbolt hitting his head. His body stagnated and Yue Junlan was already there. Bravely turned the sword light to kill.
At the same time, Xu Zhuang had already withdrawn his attention, watching the magic cloud rolling in from a distance, his expression unchanged, but his whole body was as powerful as a roar. As the cloud rose, boundless magic power overflowed out, turned into mist, and gathered together. Make waves.
Thousands of Dharma Qi gather into the sea!
"Go!" Xu Zhuang pointed his finger, and the sea of Fa Qi rose into wild waves, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth as if the demon clouds were coming towards the sky. In an instant, the pure white sea of Qi collided with the rolling demon clouds, almost covering the sky, and it was filled with chaos and chaos. desert.
Qi Hai and Mo Yun seemed to be two giants grinding together. During the mediation, the spirit rioted, and the surrounding sea surface surged wildly. The waves were like angry waves, and the waves were monstrous!
"What?" Tian Mozi's eyes changed slightly. He had magical eyes. Before he knew it, he knew that Xu Zhuang's meritorious deeds had reached the limit. He was only a step away from the third level of Nascent Soul.
However, the last step is not the third level of Nascent Soul after all. Whether it is perfect or not, the magic power may be almost the same, but there are differences in terms of quality, transportation, recovery, and spell casting.
This difference may not be big, but for high-level competitions, it is a huge difference!
Therefore, Tian Mozi is not arrogant, but even if he thinks Xu Zhuang is a genius comparable to Liu Zhuo, he still falls short of this difference.
But he never expected that Xu Zhuang could really compete with him——
He even had a strength that was faintly overpowering his!
With the operation of Xuzhuang Xuan Gong, the undercurrent of Qianjun Dharma Qi Sea surged wildly and swirled endlessly. The infinite force wiped away the heavy demonic energy and pushed the demonic cloud back ten miles in a moment.
"Damn it..." Tian Mozi raised a palm to cover his eyes and forehead, but a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "No wonder he has such a big name..."
"Is that bastard Ye Xuanzhang so powerful?"
"Is that monster Qiu Qinghai that powerful?"
"Damn it, damn it. Since I have such a demonic talent, why should I have so many opponents that are an eyesore! What a good life, what a good life -"
"It's jealous!" Tian Mozi suddenly put down his hand, his eyes were as red as blood, and naked murderous intent burst out from within: "Do it."
The hearts of everyone in the Demon Sect were shocked. Without waiting for a reaction, Tian Mozi suddenly jumped out. Hearing the roar of the poisonous dragon behind him, he escaped from the pagoda, got on Tian Mozi, and rushed towards the Taisu Dharma Altar.
The next moment, dozens of elders from the Xiantian Demon Sect immediately chased away. Only one Kun Dao glanced at the crowd and asked: "Senior Brother Tianmozi has already taken action, what are you guys waiting for?"
Bei Lan's eyes changed slightly for a moment, he made up his mind and shouted: "Let's go!"
I don’t know whether it was because of Kun Dao’s words or following Beilan’s actions. Not only the remaining Xian Ling Sect true disciples and their respective elders, but also the rest of the people set out together, each showing their magical powers. For a moment, it seemed as if a demonic wind was blowing, and the demonic flames surged into the sky. Howling ghosts and gods!
(End of chapter)
