Chapter 820: Slaughter-Like Killing, White Fist

How deep is Luo Chen's murderous intention?

It’s hard to estimate!

Throughout his life, he was full of murderers and bloody battles, and he was especially fond of large-scale offensive spells.

The lives that died at his hands are countless.

During daily practice, because I am afraid that the residual blood evil energy after killing creatures will affect me, I often use cleaning techniques and dragon-slaying techniques to remove the blood evil energy from my body.

But although the evil spirit is gone, the murderous intention is more pure and concentrated.

For so many years, this murderous intention has been suppressed.

Until now!

When the monstrous murderous intention spread without concealment, all people of the same level felt frightened in their hearts, like a ray of light on their backs.

Especially when they saw that the darkness that had previously enveloped Luo Chen had disappeared. Everyone knew what this scene meant.

The Lightless Demon King has fallen!

Another fourth-level demon king died in his hands!

Then, who in the Tyrant Sword Domain can stop him?

Once he joins a certain war group, who can still have some confidence in the situation where the demon clan is already struggling to support it?

Almost as soon as Luo Chen's murderous intention spread, the situation in each battle group changed slightly.

The Demon King's attacks became more fierce, and the range of movement became wider.

The aftermath of the battle at the Nascent Soul level had an immeasurable impact on this land.

boom!

boom!

boom!

A vein of earth was penetrated, and hot magma rose into the sky.

Under the bloody storm, another bright flame of war was added.

Luo Chen stepped on a pillar of magma fire and had no intention of joining a group of the same level.

A pair of bright spiritual eyes scanned in all directions.

The bloody sword in his hand clanked.

"Are you excited too?"

"Are you excited because of my unrepressed murderous intention?"

Luo Chen slowly raised his right hand, and the Yuantu Sword reflected his young and enchanting face.

"In that case, let's go!"

As if talking to himself, Luo Chen threw it casually and started to make a hand seal with his hands.

Yuan Tujian made a low sound and suddenly shot out of the air.

It turned into a streak of blood and rushed into the group of low-level monster beasts like headless flies on the earth.

Hee hee hee…

Its speed is so fast that it is difficult to see it with the naked eye.

Its power is so powerful that the physical body cannot stop it.

Wherever the sword light passed, there was no one alive.

The third-order demon king, who was dozens of feet tall, opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the sword light forcefully.

But in just a moment, the Yuan Tu Sword broke out of the body.

The huge demon king froze in place, and finally collapsed.

The blood in the body seemed to be drawn by something, chasing the sword light.

The sword light showed no sign of stopping. With Luo Chen himself as the center, within a thousand miles radius, there was no enemy in sight.

Luo Chen stepped on the flame pillars and kept moving quickly on the tragic battlefield filled with blood and smoke.

All he could see was the blood cloud that was gathering more and more.

Uh-huh!

There was a bright sword light, which turned into a height of thousands of feet and slashed down with a crash.

The tide of beasts that originally surrounded Xuantie Taoist Temple was reduced by a quarter under this attack. The rest of the monsters collapsed completely, and their survival instinct made them run outside the Tyrant Sword Domain.

Luo Chen and Taoist Tieguan looked at each other, said nothing, and continued to change the battlefield.

The latter accepted this sentiment, and then took the opportunity to recall the two great guardians, the turtle and the snake, and at the same time attacked the shirtless Han Demon Emperor. The balance of victory had completely tilted.

Luo Chen didn't care much whether the other party appreciated it or not.

It was only because there were enough monsters gathered here before that he fired this sword.

He controlled Yuantu Sword all the way to chase down low-level monsters, and the blood cloud following Jian Guang became thicker and thicker.

Suddenly!

A sharp sword as thin as a cicada's wing sliced ​​across his face.

It was really close to the face and almost pierced his head.

A cicada chirped in the void, as if he was extremely surprised that this one-kill move failed.

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out to grab the sharp sword.

The golden light burst out, as if it could cut through everything.

But Luo Chen didn't stop at all, and caught the sharp sword at the last moment before it could escape.

A sudden tug!

Wow...

A large amount of blood burst out from the void.

Look at the sharp sword in Luo Chen's hand, which is as thin as a cicada's wing. Where is the flying sword? It's really just a thin golden cicada's wing!

"Six-winged golden cicada, secretly calling the Demon King?"

In the void, An Ming appeared in embarrassment, but he no longer had six wings, only five cicada wings.

There was anger in his eyes.

"You use the big one to bully the small ones, and wantonly slaughter low-level monsters. Don't you, Dan Zong, even have a bit of real-life demeanor?"

"demeanor?"

Luo Chen smiled contemptuously, "You attacked me without saying hello. Is this how you behave as a demon king?"

Then, he suddenly shouted in a low voice: "How many low-level disciples under my sect died at the hands of you demon kings and demon kings? Did you ever talk about grace at that time?"

An Ming was startled, and before he could reply, an extremely dangerous intuition came over him.

laugh!

A ray of sword light struck from behind.

He dodged when there was no room for sound, but there was another golden cicada wing left in the void.

Just after An Ming appeared in panic again, a golden-armored giant who looked like a heavenly soldier and a general descended from the sky and grabbed him.

Mr. Fu stood panting on top of the golden-armored giant and looked at Luo Chen apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't stop this demon and allowed her to disturb fellow Taoists."

Luo Chen held two cicada wings in his hands and smiled slightly, "It's okay, I'll leave the rest to you."

After saying that, he put the still steaming cicada wings into the storage ring and stepped into the blood cloud.

The Yuan Tu sword rang and began to fly towards the edge of the Ba Dao domain.

Too many low-level monsters did not dare to face the battle of the Yuanying level and were forced to flee to the edge.

They wanted to run!

But because of the restrictions of the Twelve Gods of Dutian, they were trapped in the Ba Dao domain.

At this moment, in front of Luo Chen, they were lambs to be slaughtered.

The Yuan Tu sword rose and fell, and the magic power was sprayed.

Luo Chen could feel that the sword spirit sealed in the third layer was exuding a lively will at this moment.

Luo Chen looked at the blood cloud under his feet, showing a thoughtful look.

Compared with the Chi Xiao sword energy that was forcibly refined, it seems that this blood cloud that accompanies the killing is the favorite thing of the Yuan Tu sword spirit?

Why is it so?

"When this sword was first born, it was named the God-Slaying Sword because it was rumored that it had killed a great god."

"And that great god, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Yuan Demon Sect."

"So, has the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit also been infected with the habits of the Blood Sea Ancestor?"

Just as Luo Chen was thinking, a cry came from his ear.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, be careful!"

Luo Chen suddenly looked up, and in his sight, a huge fist broke through the light curtain of the formation, broke through the air from outside the domain, and smashed towards him.

He did not hesitate at all and punched out as well.

Boom!

The void trembled, and the blood cloud collapsed.

Luo Chen stood in the air, letting the blood cloud under his feet gather again.

And his eyes looked at the huge fist that was slowly withdrawing, and met the angry eyes of its owner.

A fourth-level demon king who practiced both magic and body?

That was a bald man. Looking at the sword light that had not stopped the rhythm of slaughter, he shouted angrily: "Come out!"

Luo Chen pulled the corner of his mouth and did not respond to him at all.

Instead, he looked at another figure who was in a hurry and arrived a step late.

"Is this the help you agreed to intercept?"

The True Man of Divine Fire smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, this monster found a loophole, it won't happen again later."    "Hmph!"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Blood clouds spanned the sky, and shadows covered the earth.

The killing continued.

The war was still blazing.

There were shrill screams, shaking the earth.

That meant that another fourth-level demon king had completely fallen.

Luo Chen once saw the True Man of Golden Wing shatter the body of a demon king, and the demon king's Yuanying kept teleporting, but was finally blocked by the formation of the Twelve Gods of Dutian.

A golden feather pierced through the Yuanying and strung it up like a candied haws.

Looking at the infant that looked like a young beast, Jin Ling Zhenren said contemptuously in front of Luo Chen: "You are not of our human race, but you want to learn the method of transforming and refining the soul, and finally end up with a weird ending."

Then the golden feather shook, and the infant suddenly shattered.

Jin Ling Zhenren took a deep look at Luo Chen, then floated away and chased after another demon king who had besieged him before.

Luo Chen looked normal, not caring about this provocation at all.

Standing on the blood cloud, he continued his slaughtering work.

It was just different from the previous big killing. In the process of controlling the Yuan Tu Sword to fight, he became more and more familiar with the skills of the "Thousand Sky Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Sutra".

The sword light split, the sword energy turned into a dragon.

Thousands of sword threads, even giant swordsmanship, melting swords and escaping...

These skills that seemed extremely profound before became more and more proficient in the battle.

The Pavilion Master Li of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, who had already defeated his opponent, followed Luo Chen at some point, watching him explore and experiment, with a complex look in his eyes.

Others thought it was a dangerous surprise attack.

But for Luo Chen, it became a test that seemed to be used to hone himself.

"Take the life-and-death battle as a test stone to hone yourself. Such a mentality is in line with my path of sword cultivation."

"No wonder he agreed to talk to me in detail about the Jade Emperor Qingtong Liquid!"

"This medicine is also very useful to him!"

Luo Chen didn't care about Li Pavilion Master's prying.

What he did at this moment was also very different from his usual style.

He rarely used the life-and-death battle as a means to hone himself, and often went all out.

The reason for doing this now is that the overall situation has been decided!

When the Twelve Gods of Dutian fell, when the six mid-stage Yuanying combat forces, and even the powerful people like Jiuling Yuanjun who were comparable to great cultivators joined forces to kill into the Badao Domain, the outcome was actually already doomed.

Buzz...

The terrifying cicada chirping suddenly spread over thousands of miles.

Luo Chen looked up and saw a giant in golden armor shattered.

Then, the embarrassed figure of Fu Lao walked out from inside.

Although embarrassed, he survived after all.

And the six-winged golden cicada, after Luo Chen broke two of its wings, could not be Fu Lao's opponent.

Swish!

A Taoist holding an iron ruler flew to the vicinity of Luo Chen and Pavilion Master Li.

It was Taoist Tieguan.

"I have already solved it."

Pavilion Master Li praised: "Daoist Tieguan is very skillful. Under the siege of so many monsters, he was able to kill the powerful enemy Demon King."

Taoist Tieguan was neither sad nor happy, his expression was calm, "You are too kind. Your skills are not as fast as Danzong's instant destruction of the enemy, nor as fast as Daoist Jinling's one against two. Even if Pavilion Master Li personally killed one of the only two fourth-level mid-stage Demon Kings present, I can't compare with it."

Pavilion Master Li smiled casually, stroking his flowing beard, and was a little complacent.

But when his eyes swept over the scattered Yuanying Zhenren, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

In the past, when it was peaceful, everyone kept a low profile and only judged by the level of their realm.

Because of the sword cultivator's killing skill, he gained the reputation of being the strongest sword cultivator of the same level over time.

But when it came to a life-and-death battle, these people all had various means, and they were really weaker than the sword cultivators.

Especially the Nine Spirit Yuanjun!

In the past, it was said that the other party had only magic power but not sophisticated means.

But now, who dared to say that the other party's means were not sophisticated when they trapped Leiyu Shenpeng and fought for a day and a night?

The five Yuanyings stood in each place, looking down at a battle group that had reached the depths of the earth veins at some point.

The nine-color light river continued to flow.

The lightning was surging, but it was getting weaker and weaker.

"This monster will be defeated!" Pavilion Master Li observed for a while and came to a conclusion.

The others nodded in tacit understanding.

It is said that this Thunder Prison God Peng once fought fiercely with the Grand Elder of the Five Elements Divine Sect, Shen Yuan Zhenren, and survived. It must be a great cultivator.

Now it seems that it is overestimated.

Luo Chen's eyes flickered, and he muttered in his heart.

A hundred years have passed, and the realm of Thunder Prison God Peng has not improved much!

Is the speed of cultivation of the demon race slow? Or was it that the battle a hundred years ago, the wound was too deep, so it has been recovering for a hundred years and has not improved?

If Jiuling Yuanjun really killed it, it would be a good thing.

No matter how stupid this demon is, it should still remember me.

If I spread my news back to Cangwu Mountain, I am afraid that it will cause unnecessary trouble.

"No matter whether Jiuling Yuanjun can kill him or not, as long as the other party is still alive, I will also make up for it and smash him to pieces!"

Just as Luo Chen was muttering, the battle deep in the earth was nearing its end.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The crust shook and the earth cracked.

Countless lava gushed out, and then poured back.

The originally weak lightning suddenly became very bright.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the nine-color light river suddenly broke open.

A stream of light flew out from it.

Looking carefully, there was no majestic thunder and lightning bird, only a flashing ball of light.

It was the Yuanying of the Thunder Prison God Peng!

"Don't let this thief escape!"

Luo Chen made a prompt decision and shouted.

The others also attacked without thinking.

In the night sky, sword light, iron ruler, golden feather, and talisman hit the Yuanying from all directions.

Luo Chen's attack was also among them, and the Yuantu Sword turned into a bloody light and broke through the air.

At this critical moment, the light curtain of the large formation covering the Tyrant Blade Domain dissipated in an instant.

There were ripples in the void.

A white fist slowly stretched out from the ripples in the void.

With his fist open, he grasped the Yuanying light ball of Leiyu Shenpeng, and seemed to ignore the attacks.

Boom!

With a loud bang, all the attacks bloomed like fireworks.

Beautiful, but without any threat.

The moment Luo Chen saw the white fist, his pupils shrank suddenly, but he did not stop.

The blood sword spun the tip of the sword wildly and stabbed the fist.

Ding!

The blood sword was hit hard and bounced back.

A dull roar came from the earth, and Jiuling Yuanjun soared into the sky like a god, with nine colorful light bands around his body.

But how fast he appeared, how fast he went back.

Almost no one could see how the owner of the white fist made a move, and the next moment they saw Jiuling Yuanjun falling to the dust, his shoulders drooping softly.

The ripples in the void slowly dissipated.

The six monks who had achieved fruitful results were looking at each other at this moment.

The turbulent Ba Dao Domain was still noisy, but here they were eerily quiet.

Luo Chen held the blood sword, his right hand trembling.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a red dot on the tip of the sword.