Chapter 892 The One Hundred and Twenty Three Swords Slaying the Demonic Shadow Begins to Show His Power
However, the most surprising thing is the identity of this barefoot male cultivator.
Under the command of the Demon-Slaying Ancestor!
The cultivating demon sect of Fuxing Hall has twelve demon ancestors, all of whom are powerful in the cave. They can be said to be the mainstay of the Fuxing Hall, but the demon-slaying ancestors are in the twelve caves. In terms of strength, he can even rank among the top three. Although he has many disciples, not many can be called demons. The barefoot male cultivator calls himself a wandering soul demon, and he may have some true inheritance from the ancestor of the Demon Slaughter.
I heard that Demon Ancestor Wutu has a magical power called "Boundless Escape Technique". If you practice it to the extreme, you can travel between heaven and earth at will, and leave demonic signs anywhere in the world. Move to the location of the demon in an instant, without any restrictions at all! Such magical power can be said to have endless uses, whether it is used to save one's life or for other purposes.
Looking at the methods used by this barefoot male cultivator, I am afraid it has something to do with this magical power!
They only paid attention to Xin Moruo, but they didn't know that such a figure came today. Everyone only thought that he was Xin Moruo's subordinate!
And the barefoot male cultivators all have such identities...
The monks' eyes wandered around Yu Tu and the cold young man, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.
Only the female cultivator in blue from the Hunde Formation Sect looked wary. Thinking of what the barefoot male cultivator said, she couldn’t help but be frightened and frightened. Junior Sister Cao’s example was there, and once these Fu Xing disciples started to move When he comes, he must be eager to kill the other party. She is not a formation cultivator of the Killing Formation. If she makes up her mind to take action... she really doesn't know what her chances of winning are.
"Junior Sister Xinyi."
Hearing the call, Fang Xinyi, the female cultivator in blue, suddenly shuddered and turned to look at the person who came. It turned out that the Hunde disciple who was the leader of this group was now in order to protect her safety. He has already walked over on the meteorite scissors. Knowing that his senior brother had already cultivated the Dharma Body, and that although he was not a disciple of the Killing Formation, he had also studied a lot of fighting formations, Fang Xinyi felt relieved and called his senior brother softly.
However, this Hunde disciple's eyes were always on Fan Ju, guarding against the sudden attack. When he heard Fang Xinyi's voice, he shook his head and whispered: "This person is not easy to deal with. "Junior sister, please retreat quickly."
The most advanced person in this field has spoken, and Fang Xinyi also knows that she is no match for Fan Ju. After weighing it, she can only grit her teeth and look at Lihuo Lingshu. , hate to turn the curtain.
After seeing her give up the fight, Fan Ju finally gave up some of his murderous intentions, grinned at the Hunde disciple, and surrendered the Meteor Iron Scissor in front of him, and then tilted his body. , lying down quite wantonly, so happy and flamboyant!
Of the three disciples of his sect, one was almost killed, and one was unable to follow up. Fang Xinyi’s meteorite scissors were also taken away, and it was all done by someone from Fuxing Palace. Disciple Hunde looked livid and looked at him sternly. Xin Moluo looked at him, but only saw contempt on the other person's face. The next moment he looked away, he saw the young man with a cold breath standing up in the curtain, his eyes constantly wandering.
Do you want to compete with yourself for the meteorite scissors?
Disciple Hunde snorted angrily, thinking that this boy is really arrogant. He thinks that the formation cultivator is not good at fighting the enemy, so he has the intention of provoking someone to target him. After all, he has already cultivated the Dharmakaya. If the opponent does not know his own abilities, he will not do it. Keep half a point!
However, the young man jumped up, like a gray shadow melting into the wind, but he was not coming towards the Hunde disciples!
Fan Ju was lying on the meteorite scissors. The young man passed by him and left a sarcastic sentence, "I am not like you. I bully the weak and fear the strong." After hearing this, Fan Ju just smiled and cursed secretly. He said something stupid, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw the gray shadow Sui Feng, attacking and killing Zhao Shun. The young man came very quickly, and he was close to Zhao Chun in the blink of an eye. He said in his heart that it was nothing more than that, and was about to raise a cruel smile. In an instant, he saw the light of the sword like a shadow, so fast that it was impossible to catch it with the naked eye. The silvery light It flashed before my eyes, causing my face to tingle a little.
Like a flying rainbow, like a wandering cloud, intermittent without any residual image, only blooming with divine light for a moment.
The young man only had time to make a scream vibrate from his throat, but the sound suddenly stopped the next moment, leaving a faint sound of breath.
The sword energy passed across his waist, drawing out a flying blood line, and then dripping blood!
Fan Ju's expression suddenly changed, and he jumped up to catch the boy's body. Before becoming a dharma body, even if a True Infant cultivator suffered such severe injuries, his life would be in danger. The cold young man was split into two by the sword energy. He may have to use life-threatening things to treat him in time and reconnect the physical body, so that he can barely save his life. But in the future, there will be no hope for breakthroughs.
He had just taken one step when a sword shadow came over and hit the meteorite scissors under his feet. Even such a treasure made a buzzing sound and began to tremble continuously when it touched the sword energy. , Fan Ju had to stabilize his body and once again used all his strength to suppress the extremely frightened Li Huo aura!
There was silence all around. Elder Qiu, who was standing with his hands behind his hands in the air, looking like an old god was present, now had his lips pursed tightly and his eyes were shining brightly.
Obviously, he has seen that the reason for the trembling of the meteorite scissors is that the strange fire inside has been disturbed. This is not something that ordinary sword energy can do!
Seeing that Fan Ju was stopped by Zhao Chun's sword energy, and most of the cold young man's aura had dissipated, Yu Tu felt anxious, and when he was about to take action, a clear voice came from his side. With a half-smile but not a smile, she said: "Would a smart person like fellow Taoist Yu Tu go out to seek death?"
She turned around and looked into Guan Boyan's smiling eyes, and listened to him: "I can't stop Zhao Chun's sword. If you are brave enough, fellow Taoist, you can try it yourself."
While talking and laughing, the cold young man had lost all his energy. His lips were slightly open, his eyes were dull, and a group of souls with shimmering light emerged from the center of his eyebrows, and floated towards Fan Ju in great fear. However, this time Fan Ju did not He stretched out his hand, and only when Zhao Chun looked away, hinting at his promise, Fan Ju grasped the Yuan Shen in front of him and put it away with a seal.
One sword!
Killed a true infant with just one sword strike!
Everyone under the Dharmakaya is of the same level, not to mention the endless ways of monks. Everyone has a life-saving trump card. Therefore, it is easy to determine victory or defeat, but it is not easy to distinguish life and death. As for the disciples of Fuxing Hall He died so tragically that he had absolutely no power to fight back. He was probably killed by Zhao Xun with a sword before he could even use any means.
Zhou Jingwei's pupils shrank sharply, and the memory in her mind suddenly returned, and she exclaimed: "Zhao Chun... you are a disciple of Zhenyang Dongtian!"
This reputation is not inferior to that of Zhao Yan. In the past, the masters and disciples of Zhenyang Dongtian were all the most vicious among the vicious, so everyone pricked up their ears and looked surprised.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be a disciple of the great master Hai Qing, but I don't know it because I don't have enough experience." The Taoist nun in Yunque Mountain raised her eyebrows, but she held the magic sword. In his hand, he held a sword salute and said, "Disrespect!"
Then he snorted softly and said: "If the poor Taoist is right, this person's method of chasing wind and shadow should come from I am in the sect of Demon Lord Feizhe. I heard that Demon Master Feizhe had half of his head cut off with a sword from Master Zhantian and almost lost his fortune and life. Now his disciple has been killed by fellow Taoist Zhao Xun."
"Humph. ," the corners of Yunque Mountain's Taoist nun's lips curled up slightly, her expression pleased, "They are really of the same origin."
Yunque Mountain: The Tao of Yin and Yang is endlessly changing
(End of this chapter)