"Your skills stop here!"
Pang Yue's eyes passed through the chaos of fire and sword light and landed on Ning Daozhen.
"Except for your magic power, your consciousness, soul, and magical powers are not as good as mine. It's really ridiculous that you want to short-circuit my path!"
His voice was calm and passed clearly into Ning Daozhen's ears.
"Do you know...how Ning Daoyu was beheaded by Pang?"
A sarcastic look appeared at the corner of Pang Yue's mouth, a clear light flashed in front of him, and a sword blade with the cold light of autumn water appeared.
A top-grade magical instrument, Butterfly Love Flower.
Ning Daozhen's expression changed slightly, and his heart was filled with anger, entangled with murderous intent, and he accelerated the activation of the Flame Bird Formation.
"That's it!"
After Pang Yue finished speaking, he raised his hand and squeezed the sword secret, and the Die Lianhua in front of him suddenly turned into a cold light and disappeared.
The next moment.
He saw a ray of sword light that was like a star ball being thrown, and like a thread flying across the sky. It was so exquisite that it passed through the flame bird formation in an instant and wrapped around Ning Daozhen's neck.
Ning Daozhen looked at Pang Yue, his eyes were dark and bottomless.
I didn't see how he moved, he just blew a breath forward.
The flames burst out!
Above the sword light, a layer of rosy fire appeared out of thin air, sticking to it and burning continuously, causing the speed of the sword light to suddenly slow down.
Russian qing.
Dielianhua Feijian stopped in front of Ning Daozhen, turned into a few drops of iron juice, and fell into the sea.
A flying sword of top-grade magic weapon quality was destroyed by him like this.
at this time.
A scream came.
The piercing sword cry instantly suppressed all the noise between the sea and the sky.
A flash of pale sword light flew out, carrying endless killing intent. It circled in the air and slashed down suddenly!
The timing of this sword is amazing!
Ning Daozhen mobilized the Flame Bird Formation with all his strength, and the last backhand was also used to deal with Die Lianhua.
Just when he blew it all out in one breath and his magic power turned into a trough, the pale sword light struck down.
Before the sword light arrived, endless murderous intent appeared out of thin air in Ning Dao's sea of true consciousness, impacting his soul and will like a sea wave, making his mind feel chaotic.
Even with Ning Daozhen's calmness, he could not help but feel a little dazed.
The sword light fell.
Seeing that Ning Daozhen was about to be split in half!
In everyone's mind, a thought occurred at the same time - it's too late!
The sword light was so fast that everyone felt powerless and found it difficult to save them.
Suddenly.
A big black hand filled with demonic aura appeared out of thin air in front of Ning Daozhen.
Then he saw the two fingers of his big hand gently pinching it, and then pinched the pale sword light.
The Seven Kills Sword was like a swimming fish, trembling in these two fingers.
Ning Daozhen broke out in cold sweat and his heart beat like a drum.
This was the first time in his life that he was so close to death.
"How did he do it? His soul and consciousness... why can he still control the sword?"
He stared at the opposite side blankly, all the distracting thoughts in his mind were gone, leaving only questions.
Li Nian'an's voice came from high in the sky: "Ning Daozhen, do you have any objections to Pang Yue becoming a true disciple?"
Ning Daozhen came back to his senses, bowed to the sky, and replied: "No objection."
"In that case, just retreat."
Li Nian'an said lightly.
"Thank you, Uncle Master, for saving your life."
Ning Daozhen said something, waved his sleeves to collect the flaming sparrows in the sky, and turned into a ray of fire and disappeared in an instant.
The demonic big hand gently released, and the Seven Killing Sword turned in front of Pang Yue.
The demonic hand cast a hand seal on Pang Yue, but nothing happened. Spiritual energy suddenly flowed into Pang Yue's body like a whirlpool, crazily pouring into him.
In the blink of an eye, all the magic power is restored!
This handprint is simply magical.
Except for a few people in the crowd watching the battle, they all felt incredible that Pang Yue defeated Ning Daozhen, and started talking one after another.
Especially the swordsmanship displayed by Pang Yue at the end was as fast as lightning, endlessly changing, and chilling.
When sword cultivators who are good at killing are combined with demon monks, what kind of terrifying means will be born?
…
Zhuoguang Mountain.
Ping Taiyin stood up without saying a word and strode out.
Ping Shanyue put down the tea cup, looked at the deputy master of the Thunder Demon Palace, and asked: "Brother Luo, what do you think of this son?"
Master Luo Shan shook his head and said, "I can only see five points."
"The soul is extremely strong, the supernatural power is understood to the smallest detail, and the sword skills are mysterious and divine... There seem to be many hidden methods."
Ping Shanyue sighed: "Although Ning Daozhen was not killed, his Taoist heart has been broken. If he can't get out, I'm afraid there will be no hope for the golden elixir in the future."
"This is where Pang Yue is so awesome."
Master Luo Shan nodded and said: "Imagine that you and I could do this in the Daoji realm back then?"
"It's a pity that he provoked people he shouldn't have provoked..."
Luo Shan chuckled and shook his head, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Ping Shanyue looked at Shui Jing and said: "It depends on how many hidden methods he has, otherwise it will be impossible to defeat Taiyin."
"Taiyin's thunder sword just restrains his swordsmanship."
…
Deep inside the Law Enforcement Hall.
The two boys became excited and hurried to a quiet room to calm down and said softly: "Master, Pang Yue won the first game. Now we have to play the second game with Ping Taiyin, the true disciple of Thunder Demon Palace."
"knew."
A distant and unpredictable voice came from the secret room.
The two boys immediately returned to the bronze mirror, as if they were afraid of missing something.
…
In the True Demon Palace.
He Miao's expression was solemn, and there was no change in Gu Jing Bubo's face.
He looked at the water mirror quietly, still maintaining the same posture as before, his whole body seemed like an eternal mountain.
…
Ping Taiyin emerged from Zhuoguang Mountain, transformed into a bolt of lightning, and flew hundreds of miles away in a few flashes.
Not long after, he stopped escaping the light, and his body materialized, appearing between the sea and the sky.
Opposite him, a tall and handsome young Taoist priest stood in the void.
He was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with slightly white hair on his temples. He had an elegant temperament and a sense of demonic power about him. He had obviously practiced the inheritance of the Demonic Talisman Sect to an extremely advanced level.
Ping Taiyin opened his big hand, and the electric light flashed in his hand, and in an instant it condensed into a thunder blade.
He held the thunder knife in his hand, and a round and flawless momentum rose from his body. The knife's intention flew across the sky and locked onto Pang Yue.
"let's start."
Li Xi'an's rich voice came down.
Suddenly, three talismans appeared around Ping Taiyin.
A red fire light condensed.
A small green wind gathered.
A thunderous white light condensed.
The three talismans bloomed with light, like a giant whale sucking water, and instantly swallowed up all the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius.
"Thunder Prison!"
The sword suddenly appeared!
Ping Taiyin said nothing and took action directly.
The cold and chilling thunderous sword light was like running water, covering a hundred feet away in an instant. The light of the sword was like a tide, washing back and forth on the contents inside.
Pang Yue's swords merged into one, and the Seven Killing Sword turned into a dynamic sword light, flickering and dancing in the light of the sword, striking thousands of times in an instant.
The explosive power of the sword technique is even more powerful than the sword technique.
Ping Taiyin practiced the Three Halls Mental Technique, and his cultivation level was astonishingly rich, surpassing Ning Daozhen by a lot, and even more so than Pang Yue.
He found a new way to create three-color divine thunder, and then supplemented it with an ancient sword technique. His killing skills were far beyond those of his peers.
At this time, he trapped Pang Yue with the light of his sword, forcing his opponent to confront him head-on, using the strong to attack the weak!
Use your own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses!
Although he cannot use magic weapons, the power erupted from the thunder blade in his hand is comparable to that of a first-level magic weapon!
If it weren't for the body of Pang Yue's Seven Killing Sword, the bone relics were made from golden elixir-level bones, and they would have been shattered by the swords and lights at this moment.
"Split the sky!"
Ping Taiyin has always pursued quick victory.
There is only a thin line between life and death.
Thousands of sword lights instantly merged into a single line and slashed straight!
With one stroke of the knife, the great truth is born, and the sea and the sky are divided.
Sky-Splitting Slash!
This sword contains a high level of demonic intent, giving people a sense of despair that is inevitable and inescapable.
I saw that white bone sword light, suddenly and infinitely changing in a small space that could not be released, and using a subtle and unbelievable technique, the sword light moved around and transformed into this sword light.
There is no winner or loser.
Ping Taiyin was surprised and shouted again: "Duanyue!"
The sharp sword flashed and suddenly slashed horizontally.
At this moment, an ice thunder flashed out of the void!
Boom!
The lightning struck the sword, and they fought more than a thousand times in an instant!
Bing Po Lei Gang!
The Ice Soul Lei Gang, which had reached the 19th level, now bloomed with dazzling brilliance, smashing Ping Taiyin's sword light with unparalleled power.
Wherever the ice and thunder passed, lightning flashed and frost fell. It was strange and full of strange beauty.
"Destroy the world!"
Ping Taiyin swung his sword and slashed quickly. The light of the sword was pure and crystal clear, but it was also sharp and revealed an immortal sword intention that could cut through everything.
The condensed sword light swayed through the layers of void, shattering the dense air of heaven and earth, just like the bright sun falling to the ground, plowing a bottomless depression in the sea surface within a thousand feet.
The light of the sword triggered the red, green and white thunder light, which collided with the ice thunder.
Countless thunders rage!
An extremely violent loud noise shook the void.
The sword light suddenly exploded and turned into thousands of thunder lights, scattering in the air.
Ping Taiyin's thunder sword pointed at Pang Yue from a distance, and he laughed ferociously: "You are very good, you can actually force me to use four swords in a row!"
He has a tall and tall figure and a rugged appearance. In contrast to the earth-shattering momentum just now, he has a kind of heroic spirit that dominates the world.
If he were given a third-level magic weapon, he would probably be as good as Shen Tuhao of the Zhenyang Sect!
Pang Yue was slightly relaxed.
The power of the Nineteenth Level Ice Soul Thunder Gang was far beyond his expectation.
He was able to easily block Ping Taiyin's sword skills...
If it was the twentieth floor, wouldn't Ping Taiyin be killed by a bolt of lightning?
"Fellow Taoist, pick me up again!"
Pang Yue smiled indifferently, and formed seals with his hands. Dozens of ice thunder auras as thick as buckets almost became the essence. Everything within a radius of a hundred feet was filled with this thunder light!
Thunder comes to the world!
Ping Taiyin laughed wildly, holding a knife in one hand with a look of madness on his face.
I saw him folding the sword's light, and then gently slashed it out with a sense of peace and purity.
"Reincarnation!"
Wherever the sword light passed, the sky suddenly lost color and turned into black and white.
A blade of light appeared strangely in Pang Yue's sea of consciousness, heading straight for his soul.
Outside.
Countless ice soul thunder gangs suddenly gathered and submerged Ping Taiyin.
In the lightning, a jade Ruyi appeared out of thin air, casting a soft and clear light, blocking the lightning tightly.
Ping Taiyin was unscathed!
"Second-level magic weapon, destroy the magic as you wish!"
In the sky, above the Moon-Swallowing Golden Toad, the Luo Family Golden Pill roared angrily.
Ping Taiyin broke the rules!
In the sea of consciousness.
Facing the slashing sword light, Pang Yue's soul moved slightly, and his consciousness condensed into a big crystal hand. He grabbed the sword light and crushed it hard!
