Chapter 329 Charming Shushan Swordsmanship

The middle-aged man walking on the sword took the lead, pinching his fingerprints, and the ancient sword under his feet was divided into two, one of which was still on the sole of his foot, and the other moved with his fingers, bringing out a sword nearly ten meters long. Mang, as if a huge white light shell was attached to the ancient sword in an instant, without a word, he slanted up into the sky and pierced the huge face of the sky.

Huh!

The speed of the ancient sword seemed to exceed the speed of sound.

With a flash of red light in the eyes of the black smoke face above his head, countless black smoke gathered in the past, forcibly blocked the mighty ancient sword, and annihilated the white sword light.

The middle-aged man of the Shushan faction changed a fingerprint in his hand, and the ancient sword, which had lost its offensive ability, flew back in the air and landed firmly in his hand.

I have to say that the combination of Swordsmanship and Flying Swordsmanship is really handsome.

But he turned his eyes to Anyang and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Anyang, you have been here a long time ago, but you have never fought against this demon king. It seems that you have maintained some kind of tacit understanding!"

Anyang suddenly wrinkled: "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing, fellow Daoist Anyang, I hope we will have a good time fighting side by side. Remember, my Taoist name is Yuqing."

"baffling!"

Anyang's eyes were slightly cold. He remembered that he and the middle-aged man from the Shushan School did not know each other, nor did they have any intersection.

But he didn't think too much, just kept his instinctive vigilance.

Then came Kunlun Laodao and several old guys from Misty Peak. Their attack power was far inferior to that of the real Yuqing from the Shushan faction.

They can't do much harm either, and even rely on the protection of other cultivators when necessary.

Anyang saw Misty Peak's old hand pinching his fingerprints and summoned a fire dragon with fangs and claws out of thin air to blast into the sky, with a great momentum.

It's a pity...it was extinguished by the demon king with a puff of black smoke.

Misty Peak's old man almost choked on his own saliva, and Misty Peak's disciple even had a shit-like expression, which was extremely subtle.

The old way of Kunlun Mountain is more dignified. First, he tentatively cast many spells to exorcise evil spirits, or spells that contain righteousness with a strong Kunlun flavor, but the effect is naturally not very good. If there are other people in the right way. For their resistance, they were afraid that they would have been sprayed to death by this demon king.

Anyang's eyes suddenly narrowed, staring at the front in amazement.

I saw Kunlun Laodao bite off his index finger and use blood to draw a pattern of yin and yang fish on the palm of his hand, and then slap the face of the demon in the sky with his palm, accompanied by an old but powerful shout.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the law!"

Boom!

There was a muffled sound in the sky, and the entire left eye of the Demon King's face was blown out of a hole, black smoke scattered, and the remaining smoke continued to overflow.

The experts around him were startled and looked at Lao Dao in disbelief.

They seem to be certain that the blow that caused a lot of injuries to the demon king just now was really caused by this dying cultivator?

Attacking spells of this level are fierce and powerful, with no trajectory, and are difficult to resist. Many cultivators who specialize in combat are also difficult to cast with ease, right?

As if feeling what they were thinking, Lao Dao turned his head and smiled with the presence of the old God: "Although Lao Dao majored in numerology, it does not mean that Lao Dao can't do magic! No matter how he lived for more than two hundred years, of course, compared to Daoist Anyang's method of breaking the smoke column at will is not as good."

The old man turned his head, but saw that Anyang took a breath, and seemed more surprised than the others.

He couldn't help but be a little puzzled. The power of this Qiankun borrowing method is indeed not as good as that of the meteor that flew out of his arm, and Anyang in his heart has the power of unparalleled supernatural powers. How could he be so rude?

He didn't know that Anyang would also be the secret of the Kunlun Mountains.

That's right, the secret of not being passed on, the real secret of not being passed on, even a Kunlun disciple must be in a high position to practice it.

Anyang was surprised at this time, more of which was the coincidence of A Chinese Ghost Story and the mainland of China.

You must know that one is the source world, the other is the natural world, the other is fabricated out of thin air based on imagination, and the other is real and has the same spell. Is there such a coincidence in the world?

He already knew that Yan Chixia in "A Chinese Ghost Story" was born in Kunlun, and even the practice method he practiced was named Kunlun Jue, but this Kunlun is not Kunlun, he has already verified that the practice method of Kunlun Mountains It is not the same as his Kunlun. He did not find any records of "Qiankun Borrowing Law" in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion in Kunlun Mountain. He thought that there would be no intersection between the two.

Unexpectedly, the reality hit him in the face so delicately.

Lao Dao stared at Anyang suspiciously, but he couldn't figure out what he was thinking. He couldn't help but respond to the demon king's counterattack and said, "Friend Anyang?"

Anyang woke up instantly: "Oh! It's nothing, I just lost my mind, fellow Daoist be careful, don't be distracted!"

The old man nodded and continued to confront the demon king.

Several cultivators who stood out of thin air on the top of the cloud watched with indifference. If the demon king made a move to threaten the old fellows of Laodao and Misty Peak, they would take action to intercept them.

Anyang did not make a move either.

They need these Heavenly Dao practitioners to have full contact with the evil Dao Demon King, and it is best that the numerology trajectories are related and overlapped, so as to be more conducive to the next battle of eliminating demons.

As the day goes by, the sun is approaching dusk, and the sun's rays are getting darker and darker, casting moving colors in the distant sky, but the splendid agitation of this sky is far from over.

Several Heavenly Dao cultivators were exhausted, but the Demon King became more and more courageous. Several times, he almost seized the opportunity to kill an almighty of Misty Peak, and some people had even withdrawn from the battle because of injuries.

It was at this moment that Kunlun Lao Dao suddenly stepped back, gasped and retracted his hand, and glanced at the gradually darkening sky again.

This kind of battle is still too reluctant for practitioners of the Heavenly Dao like them.

"Enough, it's going to be dark soon, don't let him drag the time, or else the Yin Qi will be around, and things will change!"

Hearing his words, only the three Misty Peak old guys withdrew their hands and stepped back in unison.

Although Lao Dao was born in Kunlun, but because of his old age, his speech is quite majestic.

At the same time, other great powers from the various immortal mountain caves and hidden experts who traveled abroad took action one after another, all targeting the hideous faces in the sky.

The most popular is Yuqing from the Shushan faction, that is, the middle-aged man flying with Yujian.

"Thousands of swords!"

An ancient sword suddenly incarnates into countless numbers, not as exaggerated as thousands, but it seems to be densely packed, all following Yuqing's sword fingers.

brush!

The ancient swords gathered together and whistled upward, collided with the hanging black smoke, and the sword body broke through the blockade like a small boat upstream, but was hit back by the continuous black smoke, and even broke up, on the spot. For the white light spot disappeared in the air, but the sword flow did not stop at all, still colliding with the black smoke countercurrent.

Until only the last of the hundreds of ancient swords was left, and finally flew back under Yuqing's call, it was still spinning in the air, as if it had been knocked down, but it landed firmly in his hands.

This action is a little less immortal, but a little more dashing.

It seems that as expected by Anyang, the Shushan faction are all handsome madmen. If they are modern, they have to fascinate thousands of girls. Well, maybe they can also fascinate young men.

The face in the sky spit out another black smoke, but it collided with the flame column of an expert who was bucking the trend. Countless black smoke swept out to the people of the righteous way, sweeping and mighty.

This is a confrontation between pure spells.

The evil demon king uses one-to-many, multi-faceted spellcasting, and still does not lose in spell confrontation, which is simply appalling.

But in the end, two fists are invincible to four hands. The demon king can block one, two, or even three, but he can't block so many immortals and cave dwellers.

"Crack!"

A bright flash of lightning struck down, just interspersed in the black smoke, causing the face to distort in an instant.

Although the evil demon king is better than most of the people here, he is not afraid of anyone alone, even two or three, but there are too many people here, he? A powerful human being, he wouldn't feel good even if the spell fell on him. Especially when the enemy is strong, his own is few, and his subordinates are crushed by the so-called "advanced masters", and it is difficult to protect himself, so he has to deal with it alone.

In fact, the defeat was already doomed, and everyone could see that the demon king's resistance was very careless, as if he was struggling to the death.

With the continuous descending of the sky fire and the destruction of the magic of the righteous people, this continuous dense forest became a bare land in just one day, with traces of fire all over, and the huge faces above were gradually fragmented, especially some magic against demons. The blow of the black smoke was devastating, causing him to lose his prestige and calm before he could persist until it was dark.

The demon king was even powerless to resist Yuqing's ancient swords, allowing these sword lights to travel through the black smoke, making bloody cuts on his face.

He gave up on defense and turned to attack with all his might, as if trying to pull a personal back on his deathbed.

But Anyang felt that it was more likely that he wanted to disrupt the situation and then take the opportunity to let the body abscond.

But his secret has long been deduced by Heavenly Dao, and Kunlun Lao Dao's technique of burning mountains and destroying forests even cut off his hope of escaping.

finally--

Roar!

A huge muffled roar resounded through the forest, a bit like a beast, and a bit like an ape.

The top of the mountain in the middle of this dense forest suddenly trembled, and there was only a poor small piece of uncleaned tree that was crumbling. It shows that this is an unnatural event, and the concentration of black smoke is far beyond imagination, and even the situation on that side cannot be seen clearly.

Anyang's eyes narrowed, and the ground in front of him suddenly cracked, and with a bang, a figure dozens of meters high broke out of the ground, which seemed to be a humanoid creature standing on two feet.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, accompanied by a creepy aura, as if a big demon was about to be born.

"This is the body of this demon king?"

"Sure enough domineering!"

PS: The arrears are paid off

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