Chapter 517 Sword Madness Without Wounds

"——Our Yuanshi Demon Sect has planned for thousands of years, and it is almost coming to an end. This is the key moment, and the manpower is insufficient. At this time, it seems inappropriate to intervene in the matter of East Lin Yunlu?"

"Then Senior Brother Mi, can I endure being humiliated by that Zongshou again and again?"

Luo Ming sneered, at this moment beside him, the one who said those words just now was his senior brother Mitra.

When the latter heard the words, he was breathless, and then shook his head again.

"I always feel that that one, I'm afraid it's not so easy to do. The younger brother was selfish, and he was careful not to swallow him, but instead broke his teeth—"

"The three holy lands work together, and the family has at least five great masters of the Lingfu, so I don't believe that he can shake the sky!"

With a cold snort, Luo Ming's face showed a bit of cold contempt.

"If it weren't for the inheritance of the Dragon Palace, I wouldn't be able to use up to 20% of my mana. Then I'd kill him! What a dragon shadow!"

The small island ahead has arrived, flying far above the city. At this time, Namitra didn't say much.

Luo Ming sneered, but didn't do anything, just one after another devil's breath came down.

But at this moment, Luo Ming became alert. People around also looked around.

I saw hundreds of golden needles appearing one after another. A series of crimson flames were formed in all directions in the sky.

"ambush?"

Luo Ming frowned, and subconsciously released his altar. My head is full of doubts, who is this, who dares to ambush their Yuanshi Demon Sect?

Righteous sects?

The spiritual wave is imminent, and it is too late to calm down. At this time, a big war is set off, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Just when this thought came up, countless thunderbolts suddenly appeared. Together with the blazing red flame, it instantly turned into pure black and exploded violently.

The dozens of cultivators of Yuanshi Demon Sect in the air all looked dignified, and they had already started to take precautions.

But when the black flame surged in like a tide, it filled the sky in an instant. But no matter whether the spiritual barrier or the stellar energy, or the spiritual weapon, it couldn't stop it, and it was directly burned through.

Dozens of miserable hisses sounded one after another.

In addition, there are countless thunderbolts, constantly beating and shining between those silver needles.

Just being acquainted, four seventh-level cultivators were turned into ashes on the spot.

Luo Ming only felt blood dripping from his heart, these are the real elites selected by the sect to go to the Dragon Palace!

But at this moment, it was extremely difficult for him to take care of himself. Borrowing the power of the altar, he kept his surroundings from being soaked by the black flames.

The two surrounding guardians, Wu Zunjing, whose strength was as high as the eighth rank, were also close to the dharma altar, and were spared. The spirit art was used to attract two ninth-rank soul beasts with different appearances. Luo Ming's spiritual sense is to sense with all his strength, to detect the source of this black flame spiritual method.

After a while, his eyes became stern, "Bastards! Xianglong, come out for me!"

At the same time as the words were spoken, a huge spirit beast flew out of the spirit beast bag.

It looks like a dragon, but also has a tyrannical dragon power. But the body is three times the size of an ordinary ninth-order true dragon!

Namitra also rushed out of the black flame and followed closely behind.

There was a flash of red light around him, and he rushed towards the bottom, at the foot of a mountain peak.

At this time in the ground, Zong Shou also stopped the magic power of Fen Kongzhiyan. Recited a mantra in his mouth, immediately turned the two puppet charms into silver armored paper figurines.

The primordial soul also came out and sneaked into the body of a paper man on the left. Then holding the Duan Qiu Sword in his hand, two figures, together with seven white lights, rushed out from the ground.

As soon as Fang escaped from the ground, Zong Shou's sword light focused on the paper figurine and charged directly at the elephant dragon.

I saw a huge cold breath coming out of the dragon's mouth first. Within a thousand feet, almost everything froze immediately, spreading further into the distance.

The giant dragon claw on the forelimb also slapped violently.

Zong Shou sneered, and with a twist and a flash of his figure, he dodged the giant claw effortlessly.

But he did not avoid the cold breath, and his whole body burst into flames.

——Yanlong Haojian, Yan!

——Fengyun Dragon Sword, wind!

——Thunder Dragon Sword, Thunder!

Three kinds of true dragon sword intent superimposed in an instant. There was a little flame on the tip of Zong Shou's sword, which suddenly turned black.

With the help of the ninth-level puppet paper figurine, the tens of millions of power also made the sword light even more dazzling.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine feet of red sword light shattered the cold breath with just a whirl and a stir!

In the elephant dragon's eyes, fear immediately appeared. Zong Shou looked indifferent, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed into the elephant dragon's head.

As if destroying the ruins, he smashed the ninth-level top-ranking beast into pieces, "Zong Shou! Is it you?"

What Luo Ming saw was that his eyes were tearing apart, and without thinking, he just dropped a black iron token and left the altar.

In mid-air, it suddenly turned into a black lightning bolt, and struck down on Zong Shou's bowed silver-armored paper figurine.

The lightning flashed, and even Namitra shrank his eyes.

Zong Shou let out a slight 'huh', and without any hesitation, he immediately got out of his soul, changed his body, and entered another paper man's body.

And the moment he just changed his body, the silver armor paper figurine just now was blasted to pieces by the black lightning!

Zong Shou didn't even blink his eyes, the sword light flashed again, and he fought with Namitra!

Keng!

With a sound of the sword, the two flew away at the touch of a finger. Just when the silver-armored paper figurine was attacked by a giant dragon, it withdrew several feet away. Zong Shouyuan soul, but out of body again. Using the soul to control the sword, he chased and slashed towards Namitra again.

The latter was clearly unable to guard against it, and resisted with all his might. In an instant, there was a hundred blows between the two, and there was a sound of sword strikes in the air.

But after three breaths, Zong Shou's sword finally broke into the heavy sword light. Divide the head of Mitra directly into two.

At that very moment, the second black thunder light struck down from the altar again.

Zong Shou frowned, and finally got a thought. From his Qiankun bag, he summoned several eighth-order spirit weapons in succession. They greeted them one by one, and as expected, they were instantly shattered and turned into fly ash!

At this moment, in the cloud sky, the battle has calmed down.

Most of the dozen or so cultivators of Yuanshi Demon Sect who escaped from the black flame by chance died in the hands of the holy fire silver ant, and two of them were killed by weak water leaping into the air with a single blow.

At this time, the remaining Yuanshi Demon Sect disciples had already hid in the altar.

On the other hand, Luo Ming stared angrily at Zong Shou, and there was actually a black token in his hand.

Zong Shou was alerted, looked at this person's hand, and thought that it was indeed the order to rob the thunder.

But he didn't care, and moved his hand away. His physical body flew out from the ground and merged with his soul.

Then he took a step forward and walked to the front of the altar. The remaining silver-armored paper figurine stood behind him.

"I'm afraid this Tribulation Lightning Order will be the last one? Do you want to kill yourself, or wait for me to do it? If you kill yourself, I can allow you to wait for reincarnation!"

After saying this, the remaining cultivators of the Yuanshi Demon Sect all had different expressions. The eyes are mostly angry, but there are also heartbeats.

But Luo Ming's body trembled with anger, instead of being angry, he smiled: "Could it be that you, Zongshou, think that you will win? How dare you, Zongshou, dare to be an enemy of my Yuanshi Demon Sect?"

However, Zong Shou's expression was indifferent, and he looked over indifferently, but there was no reaction. But for some reason, Luo Ming felt a slight palpitation, and felt that his whole body was weak.

I just feel that the young man in front of me is like a mountain, hard to shake. It was ridiculous for me to say the words of winning the battle before.

With just a flash of thought, Luo Ming threw out the token in his hand without hesitation.

This time, they didn't form a group, but countless black thunder lights filled the sky.

Several ninth-level spirit beasts also rushed out from the altar. He himself suddenly rose from the sky, turned into a ray of light, and flew away into the distance.

Zong Shou let out a light sneer, and suddenly slashed out with a sword. There was a faint black spot on the tip of the sword.

However, the entire sky was immediately darkened and shrouded in darkness.

Where the shadows pass, it's not just the black lightning in front of him, but also the altar and the spirit beast. As well as the eighth-level cultivators above, they were all swallowed by this sword and then white awns appeared. On the Duanqiu sword, a vast white awn spewed out impressively!

At this time, there was finally a sound in the sky. Luo Ming's figure escaped hundreds of feet before being submerged by the white light. Then there was a "boom"! It was blown into powder, and all the blood vapor was evaporated, turning into dust and falling down.

Zong Shou also made a casual move, sucking a Qiankun bag that was on the verge of being damaged into his hand.

Only then did he deliberately control the power, and finally he did not destroy the Qiankun bag. Probe with the spirit, this thing is really inside.

Then he was stunned again, only to feel an incomparably pure energy that was not inferior to that of Zhao Yanran's Taoist womb, and suddenly surged back from the sword in his hand.

The rushing energy made the inner breath in the chakras, as well as the sea of ​​souls, grow a lot in an instant.

Zong Shou was startled, what's going on?

The purity of this essence is far better than the previous, swallowing the heaven-swallowing sucking. There is no need for purification at all, and the purity is stronger than his own inner soul power.

Could this also be the supernatural power of the black and white two holes?

Why didn't he kill the ninth-level spirit beast before himself?

Is it because the true power in my body has been transformed into yin and yang? It is also the cause of martial arts and spiritual methods, both of which have reached the ninth level.

Just when he was puzzled, his thoughts were interrupted by Ye Feishuang flying from behind with the imperial weapon.

"You really won? What happened to the two swords just now? You can't resist even the ninth level—"

With surprise in her eyes, she guessed that Zong Shou might win. Unexpectedly, Zong Shouhui won so cleanly, except for a puppet charm, the loss was almost nothing.

Especially when the two swords were slashed just now, Ye Feishuang could even feel her own blood, fear and surrender!

Zong Shou didn't answer, but squinted his eyes and looked to the west.

There seemed to be two people there, and one of them had a breath as high as the ninth level. Zong Shou didn't know whether there was malicious intent or not, but one of them was his acquaintance and also his subordinate.

Is hesitating whether to kill or not. Zong Shou felt a sense of spirituality, but he felt a warning sign again.

"What a surprise! A Tanqiu who can match Jueyu is very exciting. Unexpectedly, I have just returned to the cloud world, and I can meet a swordsman like you—"

Zong Shou turned around in astonishment, only to see a figure suddenly walking out behind him. In his early twenties, he has a wild demeanor, and his eyes are full of madness and eagerness to try.

Zong Shou raised his brows, and then returned to calmness.

"Sword Kuang Yuan Wushang?"