Chapter 1961: One Sword Destroys All Demons

"Who?"

The Asura Demon King turned his head suddenly, but his eyes were not fixed on a certain direction.

And the people who were originally preparing to attack also stopped their actions and looked around with fear.

Because, although the voice just now was extremely clear and extremely real.

However, no one could accurately judge from which direction the voice just now came! Of course, they could not know who it was.

However, there were also people with smart minds.

They began to roughly guess the identity of the person who spoke.

Among them, the Asura Demon King and Jin Moli.

At this moment, the expressions of the two of them finally coincided.

They were all equally incredible and horrified! Because they had guessed the identity of the person who spoke.

"Ashura, I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm not dead!"

Another clear voice sounded, and then a voice fell from the sky.

Or, it didn't fall from the sky.

Probably, no one saw how he appeared.

It seemed that he just appeared there out of thin air.

And this figure is none other than Wu Yun.

"Wu, Wu Yun, you..." Jin Moli's pupils widened, he couldn't believe it.

It was really Wu Yun, he really didn't die! And the Shura Demon King also subconsciously exclaimed.

"You, why didn't you die?"

"Didn't you turn to ashes?"

"Heh!"

Wu Yun sneered: "Turn to ashes?"

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"You, you, you, what, what" Shura Demon King was incoherent, and the scene in front of him deeply shocked his heart! "Just now, you said that you wanted to make the Golden Phoenix Palace no longer exist. I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

Wu Yun's voice was not loud, even very plain, but it revealed an endless chill.

It was so cold that even the Shura Demon King felt a chill on his back.

"Scum, scum, whatever, since you didn't die under the thunder, then I will kill you with my own hands!"

Shura Demon King screamed wildly.

Although he knew that he was probably no match for Wu Yun now.

Although Wu Yun's cultivation realm at this moment was still at the peak of the six-nine heavenly tribulation.

He had not surpassed the seven-nine heavenly tribulation.

However, that breath, that terrifying breath, was enough to make him, who was now sacrificing to the Tiansha martial arts, feel anxious.

He could sense that Wu Yun's actual combat ability was absolutely not equal to his own realm! At least, he was already able to compete with the existence of the eight-nine heavenly tribulation.

This was the power of inheritance.

Of course, even though he knew he could not defeat the Asura Demon King, he had no intention of giving up.

The next moment, he was seen soaring into the sky.

He rushed forward to kill.

Waves of terrifying attack power violently surged out of his body.

"Heh, you are courting death!"

Wu Yun smiled coldly.

With a thought in his mind, the way of killing surged out.

He held the sword of killing tightly in his hand.

He growled in his mouth: "The second martial art, the killing dragon!"

He slashed with a sword.

The space was torn apart.

A terrifying dragon formed by the power of killing flew into the air.

Roar! In the blur, it seemed that a terrifying dragon roar was heard.

However, this faint dragon roar was soon covered by a painful scream! It was the voice of the Shura Demon King.

No, it should be said that it was the scream of the huge figure composed of countless evil spirits under the control of the Shura Demon King! "Ah, ah, ah!"

The scream was so shrill that it even made people feel numb.

The huge figure was instantly split into a pile of fragments under the sweep of the killing dragon.

Each fragment had a evil spirit.

Screams, wails! This mad dragon sword seemed to be a bright holy sword that baptized the evil spirits of hell.

The power of the evil spirits and the power of hell that permeated the surroundings dissipated instantly.

The Shura Demon King also slowly dissipated with these shrill screams until he completely disappeared! The Shura Demon King is dead! There is no such person in the world anymore! "Run!"

"The Demon King is dead, the Demon King is killed, run!"

Suddenly, panicked voices rang out.

Wu Yun looked up and saw that the group of guys who followed the Shura Demon King were running for their lives! However, how could Wu Yun give them a chance to escape?

If they just followed the Shura Demon King to build momentum.

Then maybe Wu Yun would spare their lives.

However, the hands of each of them were stained with the lives of the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace.

The corpses of the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace on the ground were the best proof.

Everyone's hands were stained with blood, how could Wu Yun give them a chance to live?

"Die!"

These four words squeezed out from Wu Yun's teeth.

It was so low that it seemed like the voice of the death.

Then, Wu Yun raised the sword of killing in his hand high! He slashed it with one sword! "Kill, mad dragon!"

The same move again.

The second martial art! The terrifying dragon formed by the power of killing swept away again.

Wherever it passed, the space shook and the earth tore apart! It took only three breaths.

All those who fled were killed.

The speed of death was so fast that they didn't even have time to scream.

One sword strikes, and the demons are destroyed! Everything is over, and the killing dragon disappears in the air.

Wu Yun also retracted the killing way and the killing sword into his body! He flew and landed beside the seriously injured Jin Moli.

He helped Jin Moli up and asked in a low voice: "Palace Master, are you okay?"

Jin Moli slowly stood up with Wu Yun's strength.

However, he did not answer, probably because he was still immersed in the shock just now and had not fully reacted.

Then, Wu Yun's eyes swept over the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace again.

He did not speak, but his eyes were full of guilt for them.