"Kill!"
Longevity Sect disciples one after another murderous intent are monstrous, killing Demonic Dao First-Rank Hall people.
You've been bullied right to your doorstep, so naturally you can't show any mercy!
Huang Wanqiu's eyes were cold, and a sword pierced the throat of a Purple Mansion Realm Second Layer person, and blood dripped from her left shoulder.
A wound, about several centimeters long, appeared on her left shoulder.
But Huang Wanqiu didn't pay any attention to it. After pulling out his long sword, he slashed down with one strike, cutting a Foundation Establishment Realm Fifth Level woman not far away into two pieces.
During this period of time, Master Pei Yuanqing's cultivation level has dropped to Purple Mansion Realm Eighth Level. He is drunk every day, and he doesn't look like an elder at all.
Huang Wanqiu was filled with hatred and violent emotions growing in his heart.
Demonic Dao First-Rank Hall came to the door, and Huang Wanqiu just had a way to vent, so naturally he would not suppress his emotions.
"Boom!"
At this moment, a terrifying roaring sound came from the sky, and the ancestor Zhen Nanfeng was slapped away by the indifferent old man and smashed directly below!
Along with a violent roar, dust flew from the ground.
At this moment, a sharp sword light followed closely, cutting into the dust below.
There was another violent roar, and a ravine stretched for hundreds of meters, directly smashing a row of buildings Longevity Sect.
"Ancestor!"
Longevity Sect's people were all shocked, and many of them couldn't help but look ugly.
The ancestor is Longevity Sect's magic needle. If something happens to him, Longevity Sect will be finished.
"Ahem!"
A violent coughing sound came from below, and Zhen Nanfeng was seen flying from below, with a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
In the hands of Zhen Nanfeng, there is an extra shield, with an unusually cold expression!
At this moment, a phantom stepped out from Zhen Nanfeng's body. This was his condensed Soul Division.
Then two figures shot towards the two people in the sky.
Suddenly, the war breaks out again!
Zhen Yaotian's eyes gradually turned cold, his body swayed, and a Soul Division appeared from his body.
Two Zhen Yaotian rushed towards the two of them, and murderous intent became even more terrifying.
"Longevity Sword Art, Ten Thousand Swords Kill!"
Zhen Yaotian shouted loudly, his aura surged, the long sword in his hand was raised, and streaks of sword light struck out from the long sword in his hand like a torrent.
This is Longevity Sect's only book Earth Rank Supreme Grade combat skills, Longevity Sword Art.
Not many people can practice this combat skill. Only the ancestors and masters, and even the elders are not qualified to practice it!
The face of the man who was fighting Zhen Yaotian changed color, a piece of scale appeared on his hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, spraying on the scale.
As the mouthful of blood splashed on the scales, countless red rays of light instantly erupted from the scales, then rapidly grew in size and stopped in front of the man.
"Dang Dang..."
Countless long swords hit the scales like dense raindrops.
The red light on the scales quickly dimmed and exploded under the man's horrified gaze.
Before the man could react, countless sword lights engulfed him.
With a shrill scream, the man was directly beaten into a sieve by countless Sword Qi.
His Primordial Spirit flew out, with a look of fear on his face, and fled into the distance as fast as lightning!
At this moment, Feng Lei Zhiyin suddenly remembered that Ji Wuchang was standing in front of this Primordial Spirit.
Before Primordial Spirit could react, the storage ring in Ji Wuchang's hand emitted a faint blue light.
A terrible suction force came from the storage ring, and before the man Primordial Spirit could react, he sucked the man Primordial Spirit directly into the storage ring!
"Ji Wuchang, watch carefully, these Nascent Soul that have just been physically exploded and are not contaminated are useful to me. I can devour them and increase the power of my soul!"
Ji Yaoyao's voice sounded in Ji Wuchang's ears.
Ji Wuchang curled his lips, only the strong ones above Soul Splitting Realm can truly condense Nascent Soul.
Below Soul Splitting Realm, the soul is formed that relies on the physical body. It cannot be condensed into Nascent Soul. Naturally, it is impossible to form Soul Division that can fight independently.
This time, I just took advantage of the headmaster Zhen Yaotian!
Zhen Yaotian glanced at Ji Wuchang thoughtfully, but then he looked at the other person, murderous intent awe-inspiring.
Ji Wuchang's soul swept over and found that Chen Boyu and Duan Junsheng were being killed by a Foundation Establishment Realm Fourth Layer man. They were retreating steadily and were surrounded by dangers.
Without any hesitation, Ji Wuchang raised Netherworld Sword in his hand and slashed it down with one sword!
A sword light directly chopped off the man's head, making Chen Boyu and Duan Junsheng startled, and then they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
The two of them clasped their fists at Ji Wuchang at the same time, and then continued to kill the enemy, because now is not the time to give thanks.
Ji Wuchang Just think of yourself as the person putting out the fire.
Seeing that Zuo Yan was in trouble and was slapped away by a Purple Mansion Realm Third Level person, Ji Wuchang quickly came to his side in a flash!
"Slash Wind and Thunder!"
Ji Wuchang Thunder and lightning filled the air in his left hand, and a translucent long knife formed by countless lightning appeared and slashed down at the man.
A ray of sword light struck directly between the man's eyebrows. There was a hint of fear in the man's eyes, and endless thunder and lightning filled his body.
A line of blood appeared between his eyebrows, and his body split into two halves, with blood spraying out and falling from the air.
Ji Wuchang took away the person's storage ring and disappeared without waiting for Zuo Yan to speak.
Zuo Yan glanced at Ji Wuchang's leaving back with complicated eyes. He knew that there was a long gap between him and Ji Wuchang.
This gap is wider than that between him and Zhen Miaoqing, and he probably won't be able to catch up in this lifetime.
Zuo Yan put away his complicated emotions, and then looked at the person Demonic Dao First-Rank Hall, murderous intent was awe-inspiring!
"Kill!"
Zuo Yan shouted loudly and slashed a Foundation Establishment Realm Eighth Layer person away with one sword.
Amidst the other party's shrill screams, before the other party could react, his figure had already arrived in front of the other party and pierced the other party's chest with a sword!
"Jade Shattering Finger!"
Ji Wuchang shouted loudly, raised his left index finger, pointed it, and went straight to the old man Purple Mansion Realm Fourth Level below.
"Seeking death!"
The old man shouted loudly, with unusual indifference, and punched out, directly colliding with the finger pointed by Ji Wuchang.
There was a loud "boom", and Ji Wuchang took more than ten steps back. The old man also took several steps back, with a look of horror on his face.
"Heart-Treading Steps!"
"Dark Moon Kill!"
Ji Wuchang looked coldly, took a step forward, and then slashed down the old man with the Netherworld sword in his hand, heading straight for the opponent's throat.
The old man felt that his heart was in severe pain, as if it was about to burst, and he couldn't help but retreat crazily.
With a 'whoosh' sound, the old man screamed again, and a line of blood rose on his chest.
Ji Wuchang failed to kill this person with one sword and struck him in the chest.
"Heart-Treading Steps, step two!"
Ji Wuchang's eyes murderous intent were overwhelming. Without any hesitation, he raised his right foot and stepped hard into the void again.
The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, the long sword in his hand fell off, and he covered his heart with both hands.
The sound of wind and thunder sounded, and the old man's head flew into the air!