The sword energy finally cut Tong Dawei's arm.
Blood flowed out and dropped to the feet.
This made Tong Dawei, who was already confident of winning, see the crisis.
It was true that he was a monk, and it was true that he had mastered the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu, but he was injured under the sword energy of a mortal.
This incredible thing happened to him, which made him collapse and frightened him.
If a mortal can kill himself, then what's the use of practicing the Demonic Art?
"Zhou Changlong, you must die today!"
The furious Tong Dawei decided not to keep his hand, the seals changed, and a bloody scimitar appeared in his hand.
The scimitar slashed out, and there was a lot of blood. Its power was even more powerful than the demonized black-clothed monk outside the city of Luochen County.
Zhou Changlong naturally knew that he could not take the opponent's sword. He glanced at Guo Yongchen, who was being dumped by Tong Dawei not far away. After a slight smile appeared on his lips, he jumped into the air and slashed what he thought was the strongest sword.
This sword once allowed him to win the title of the second sword in the Northern Region Jianghu, and also allowed him to successfully establish the Changlong Gang.
However, today, this sword will have no effect and will only make him the soul under the sword.
"Senior brother...don't..."
Guo Yongchen saw Zhou Changlong's smile, so she shed tears, endured the severe pain in her body, and rushed to Zhou Changlong.
The blood was gushing to the sky, and the knife penetrated into the back. The infatuated girl smiled and lay in the arms of her beloved...
Chen Yuan is not a ruthless person, he just likes to be calm in situations and assess the situation.
But at this moment, he couldn't calm down anymore. Regardless of whether he can get the great fortune Zhou Changlong said, he must take action.
Be it a mortal or a monk. The word "Xia" has long been imprinted on his heart.
The golden sword came through the air and cut straight into the crazy Tong Dawei.
"Is it you? You should have been here a long time ago."
Seeing Chen Yuan showing his figure, Tong Dawei was not shocked, but just looked at him coldly.
"It is true that I have come a long time ago, even earlier than you. Originally, I was not prepared to take action, but your behavior is really sinful and I cannot tolerate it any longer."
Chen Yuan didn't want to talk nonsense. He lightly touched the golden sword with his right hand, and the golden giant sword slashed down in the air.
"Third-grade golden sword talisman? Do you think you can kill me with just such a small talisman? You don't seem to know much about the Demonic Art."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bloody scimitar collided with the golden sword in the air, and the powerful sword energy rippled, causing the middle altar to crack.
"Hmph, it's just a little trick. The golden sword can take this one blow, but it may not be able to take the second one."
After Chen Yuan used the golden sword talisman to catch Tong Dawei's scimitar, Tong Dawei's sense of crisis increased to a higher level. The Heavenly Demon Kung was running smoothly, and his body quickly doubled in size, and his strength also increased from the third level of Qi Refining. Reached the fifth level of Qi refining.
"Devil Slash!"
Tong Dawei shouted and cut off the scimitar in his hand again.
"Your move of Heavenly Demon Slash is indeed good, but it is more than a star and a half lower than what your master Mo Yunzi used."
Chen Yuan taunted, while tapping the golden sword in the air with his left hand, he touched the storage bag with his right hand.
The silver flying knife flew out like a swimming dragon, circled a graceful semicircle, and came to Tong Dawei's back.
A poisoned flying knife can give you an absolute advantage even if it only cuts a little bit of the opponent's skin.
Chen Yuan used a medium-grade magical weapon, and Tong Dawei's face changed drastically again. He did not have a magical weapon comparable to the silver flying knife.
He had no choice but to let the flying knife slash towards his back. He believed that as long as Chen Yuan's golden sword talisman was broken, he could split Chen Yuan in half with one knife.
However, he was not stupid enough to let the silver flying knife drive straight in. Instead, he used the blood energy around him to condense into a bloody shield around his body.
In this underground pit, the endless blood energy is Tong Dawei's panacea, which can be used to make up for the lack of spiritual energy, and can also be used to defend against enemies.
Although the silver flying knife is Chen Yuan's best weapon, it is not the strongest weapon.
Seeing that the flying knife could not make an inch forward, Chen Yuan showed a decisive look. While putting away the golden sword talisman, he threw out the middle-grade thunder dragon cone.
Thunder and lightning flashed, and the cone was like a poisonous dragon. The moment the thunder dragon cone appeared, it spun rapidly, like a spear that could break through mountains and pierce armor. It was extremely powerful.
Tong Dawei naturally knew how powerful the middle-grade magic weapon was. After condensing three defensive barriers around his body with his blood energy, he raised his eyes and looked at Chen Yuan and said:
"Brother Chen, your strength is indeed beyond my imagination. It can be said that you are the highest strength and the most talented person I have ever seen in my years of practice. However, you have not really seen the true power of the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu. Today, my little brother, I just want you to know what it means that there is a sky beyond the sky."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Dawei suddenly gave up the bloody scimitar in his hand. While his palms frantically absorbed the surrounding blood energy, it condensed into a huge blood ball between his palms.
The blood ball seemed to be transformed by thousands of ghosts, and there were ghostly howls and wolf howls coming from it, seeming to have the power to devour everything in sight.
The pressure rose sharply, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
When the coagulation of blood cells was completed, Chen Yuan quickly took out two defensive instruments, a medium-grade black turtle shield and a black-patterned hammer.
Loud noises reverberated and blood energy swirled. At the moment when the blood ball collided with the black-patterned hammer, the two of them retreated at the same time, and Chen Yuan also spit out several mouthfuls of blood due to the complete shattering of the black-patterned hammer.
"It's useless. Even if you have a mid-level defensive magic weapon, you can't resist the power of my blood ball. In this underground pit filled with blood, I am the home court and the omnipotent master."
Tong Dawei laughed wildly, and soon another blood ball formed.
"Really? Fellow Taoist Tong, your demonic power is indeed extraordinary and can crush most monks at the same level. However, from what I see, no matter how powerful it is, it is still a demonic power that is hated by the world."
After seeing the power of the blood cells, Chen Yuan did not dare to be careless. He took out more than a dozen diamond talismans from the storage bag, stuck them all on his body, and took out the low-grade magic weapon, the Burning Heart Sword.
"There are so many third-grade diamond talismans? Chen Yuan, what is your identity? Which sect is your disciple?"
At this time, what Tong Dawei cares about is not the Burning Heart Sword in Chen Yuan's hand, but the dozens of diamond talismans.
You know, ordinary casual cultivators are almost paupers. In order to practice, they will go deep into the mountains just for a single herb that can be sold for three to five spirit stones.
If you want to buy a first-grade or second-grade talisman, you need to accumulate spiritual stones for half a year or more, and when Chen Yuan makes a move, he will either have a mid-grade magic weapon or dozens of third-grade talismans.
There is almost no casual cultivator in the world who is as wealthy as him, and even those disciples from large sects and aristocratic families have almost no such wealth.
"Young Taoist Tong, don't worry about my identity anymore, let's think about how to take this move, right?"
Chen Yuan has not really used it since he mastered the first level of the "Burning Heart Sword Art". He used it today to witness its power and to destroy Tong Dawei's arrogance.
The Heavenly Demon Kung Fu was indeed powerful, and it gave Tong Dawei enough confidence. Only by erasing the arrogance in his heart can this battle be smoother.
"Fire Sword Slash!"
With an angry shout, the sword fell from the sky.
The blazing sword light was like the blade of heaven's punishment, splitting the thick blood mist in front of his eyes, and causing the second blood ball that Tong Dawei had worked so hard to condense to shatter instantly.
Tong Dawei flew back and fell dozens of feet. He vomited blood and looked at the fiery sword light above his head that had not dissipated. He bit his lower lip and once again condensed the bloody scimitar.
The sword light collided with the scimitar, causing ripples of blood. At the same time, the altar in the middle of the space was cut in half.
"Yellow-level high-grade magic? How do you have this kind of swordsmanship? The Heavenly Demon Skill is only a yellow-level middle-grade. This powerful magic should not belong to you, it should belong to me. Only a genius like me deserves to have a powerful magic." Magic, you are just like that Mo Yunzi, you are only suitable to be my stepping stone."
At this time, Tong Dawei was like a crazy devil, full of vitality and full of nonsense.
Naturally, Chen Yuan would not listen to the other party's words. After witnessing the power of the Fiery Sword, a faint smile appeared on his lips, his sword was in the air, and he struck out again.
"Do you want to use the same move twice? Tell you, if you can't kill me with one sword, it will be useless if you use it a second time."
Tong Dawei, whose face was filled with resentment, stretched out his arms. The strong suction force broke open the two iron doors on the rock wall, and two beautiful girls were sucked into his left and right palms.
Chen Yuan knew both of these two girls and had a relationship with them.
Luoxia Sword Sect Shi Yangming's senior sister named Ouyang, and Murong Lan who asked Chen Yuan for help outside the black market.
Chen Yuan never expected that none of them could escape the clutches of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
The two female cultivators, who had good strength, were like little birds without any power at this time, allowing Tong Dawei to choke them.
The two girls with no energy looked at Tong Dawei and Chen Yuan coldly. In their hearts, Tong Dawei is a devil, and Chen Yuan is not a good person.
In Luochen County, if Chen Yuan and Shi Yangming had not provoked the Guo family, Ouyang Tianyin would not have been caught by the Heavenly Demon Sect because of her carelessness.
If Chen Yuan can agree to the request, she, Murong Lan, will not be unable to escape from the clutches of the Demon Sect.
At this time, the two girls were controlled by Tong Dawei. Even if they wanted to escape, they were unable to do anything.
"What? Brother Chen, do you know these two beauties? Are they your confidante or the beauties of the harem?"
From Chen Yuan's shock and the expressions of the two women, Tong Dawei saw the relationship between the three.
"Brother Chen, do you want to see how I can make them delicious?"
Tong Dawei joked, his hands suddenly exerted force, and powerful blood and spiritual power surged out of the two women at the same time.
The next moment, Tong Dawei's level was promoted again, reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining.
After the fierce battle, Chen Yuan and Chen Yuan were almost tied, but Tong Dawei's strength improved again. This made Chen Yuan, who had a glimmer of hope, break out in cold sweat, and even felt that his chivalry might bring disaster to himself.
However, the matter has been done and must not be abandoned halfway. That is not Chen Yuan's character.
Whether it is to save people or to eliminate demons and evil, this evenly matched battle must continue.
"Tong Dawei, your crazy behavior should come to an end."
As the battle progressed, Chen Yuan felt more and more in trouble, so holding swords in both hands, he used his strongest blow.
