The middle-aged man walking on the sword took the lead and pinched his fingers. The ancient sword under his feet was divided into two, one still stomping on the soles of his feet, and the other moved with his sword's fingers, bringing out nearly ten meters long sword light, as if he had instantly attached a huge white light shell to the ancient sword. Without saying a word, he soared into the sky, thrust straight into the huge face of the sky.

Suddenly!

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

A red light flashed in the black smoke face above his head, and countless black smoke gathered over, blocking the extraordinary ancient sword, and annihilated the white sword light.

The middle-aged man from Shushan Sect changed his fingerprints in his hand, and the ancient sword, which had lost its offensive ability, flew back in the air and landed steadily in his hand.

I have to say that the combination of sword control and flying sword technique is really so handsome.

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

"Fellow Daoist Anyang, you have been here long ago, but you have never confronted this demon king. It seems that you have maintained a tacit understanding!"

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

"It's nothing, fellow Taoist Anyang, I hope we will be happy to fight side by side. Remember, my Taoist name is Yuqing."

"baffling!"

Anyang's eyes were slightly cold. He remembered that he did not know this middle-aged man from Shushan Sect and had no interaction.

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

Next were the old Taoist Kunlun and several old guys from Piaomiao Peak. Their attack power was far inferior to that of the Shushan Sect's real person, and they barely took action just to get in touch with the evil Taoist demon king.

They can't cause any harm, and they even need to rely on the protection of other masters of Taoism when necessary.

Anyang saw the old Taoist on Piaomiao Peak pinch his fingers and summoned a fire dragon with its teeth and claws out of thin air and banged into the sky, with a very loud momentum.

It’s a pity... it was destroyed by the demon king’s mouthful of black smoke.

The old Taoist of Piaomiao Peak almost choked by his saliva, and the disciples of Piaomiao Peak even had a look like shit, which was extremely subtle.

The old Taoist in Kunlun Mountain was even more solemn. First, he tentatively cast many spells to exorcise evil spirits, or spells containing righteousness and strong Kunlun flavors, but the effect was naturally not very good. If there were no other people in the righteous Taoist who were resisting them, they would have been spit to death by the demon king.

An Yang's eyes suddenly condensed and he stared in shock.

The old Taoist Kunlun bit his index finger open, drew a pattern of Yin and Yang fish in his palm with blood, and then slapped the evil faces in the sky with a palm, accompanied by an old but powerful shout.

"The world is invincible, and the universe borrows the Dharma!"

A bang!

A muffled sound came from the sky, and the entire left eye of the demon king's face was caught off guard and the black smoke scattered, and the remaining smoke continued to overflow.

The masters around him were shocked and looked at the old Taoist in disbelief.

They seemed to be sure that the attack that caused a considerable injury to the demon king just now was really the one who was about to die of the heavenly way of heaven?

Attack spells of this level are fierce and powerful, without a trajectory, and difficult to resist. Many Taoist masters who specialize in fighting are hard to cast with ease, right?

As if they felt what they were thinking, the old Taoist turned his head and smiled: "Although the old Taoist majored in the heavenly way of fortune, it does not mean that the old Taoist does not know how to spell it! He has lived for more than two hundred years. Of course, it is worse than the method of fellow Taoist Anyang who can easily break the smoke pillar."

The old Taoist turned his head and saw Anyang taking a breath, as if he was more surprised than others.

He couldn't help but wonder that the power of the Qiankun method was indeed not as powerful as the meteor flying out of his arm, and Anyang in his heart had the power of supernatural powers, so how could he lose his composure?

But he didn't know that Anyang would also be the secret of Kunlun Mountain.

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

Anyang was surprised at this time, more of the overlap between the Chinese ghost and the mainland of China.

You should know that one is the original world, one is the natural world, one is fabricated out of thin air based on imagination, and the other is real. There is actually the same magic. Is there such a coincidence in the world?

He had known that Yan Chixia in "A Chinese Ghost Story" was born in Kunlun, and even the martial arts he practiced were named Kunlun Jue. However, this Kunlun is not the Kunlun, so he had already verified that Kunlun Jue was not the same as his Kunlun Jue. He did not find any records of "Qiankun Borrowing Method" in the Sutra Pavilion in Kunlun Mountain. He thought that the two would not have any intersection.

Unexpectedly, reality slapped him in the face so subtly.

The old Taoist stared at Anyang in confusion, but couldn't calculate what he was thinking. He couldn't help but respond to the demon king's counterattack while speaking: "Fellow Daoist Anyang?"

Anyang instantly woke up: "Oh! It's nothing. Just now, I'm out of the gods. Be careful, don't distract me!"

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

Several cultivators standing on the top of the clouds out of thin air watched coldly. If the demon king acted to threaten the old Taoist and the old guys from Piaomiao Peak, they would attack and intercept them.

Anyang did not take action either.

They need these practitioners of the Heavenly Dao to have full contact with the evil demon king, and the numerology trajectory is best to overlap, so that it is more conducive to the subsequent battle to eliminate demons.

Until the day passed, the sun was approaching dusk, and the sun was getting darker and darker, projecting moving colors in the distant sky, but the gorgeous excitement of this sky has not stopped.

Several practitioners of the Heavenly Dao were already exhausted, but the demon king became more and more brave as he fought. He almost seized the opportunity to kill a powerful man from Piaomiao Peak several times, and some people had even withdrawn from the battle because of injuries.

It was at this moment that the old Taoist Kunlun suddenly stepped back, gasped and withdrew his hand, and looked at the gradually darkening sky.

Such a battle is still too forced for a practitioner like them, the way of heaven.

"It's enough, it's going to get dark soon. Don't let him delay time, otherwise the yin energy will surround you and may cause changes!"

Hearing his words, only three old guys from Piaomiaofeng took back their hands and retreated at the same time.

Although the old Taoist was born in Kunlun, he was still quite majestic because he was older.

At the same time, other powerful people from major fairy mountain caves and hidden masters who were traveling outside took action, all of whom were the hideous faces in the sky.

The most fashionable person is Yu Qing of the Shushan School, who is the middle-aged man flying with his sword.

"The swords are transformed into thousands!"

An ancient sword suddenly turned into countless, not as exaggerated as thousands, but it looked dense, all following Yuqing's sword fingers.

brush!

The ancient swords gathered together and roared upwards, colliding with the hanging black smoke. The sword body broke through the blockade like a small boat moving upstream, but was hit back by the continuous black smoke one by one, and even dispersed, turning into white light spots and disappearing in the air, but the sword flow continued to collide with the black smoke against the current.

Until the last one of the hundreds of ancient swords was left, it finally flew back under the call of Yuqing, and it was still spinning in the air like that, as if it was knocked down, but it fell steadily in his hands.

This action has less fairy spirit, but more chic.

It seems that as Anyang thought, the Shushan School is all handsome and crazy. If it is more modern, it will fascinate thousands of girls. Well, maybe it will fascinate the boys.

Another black smoke came out from the face in the sky, but it collided with a master's flame pillar that was moving upward against the trend. A black smoke screen instantly formed, blocking the thousands of golden lights burst out from a Taoist, and emitting countless black smoke rushed towards the righteous people, sweeping and surging. Writer's section

This is a pure confrontation between spells.

The evil demon king casts spells with one-to-many, multi-faceted, and does not lose the advantage in spell confrontation, which is simply terrifying.

But in the end, two fists cannot match four hands. The demon king can block one, two, or even three, but he cannot block so many emperors from the Xianshan Cave and the masters who travel the world.

"Click!"

A bright lightning flashed down, just infiltrating the black smoke, making the face twisted in an instant.

Although the evil demon king has a higher Taoist practice than most people here, and he is not afraid of anyone alone, and two or three are not a problem, there are too many people here, and he is overwhelmed. The people who besieged him are powerful figures of the righteous people. It is impossible to feel good if the magic falls on him. Especially since the enemy is large and there are few people on his own, his subordinates are all suppressed by the so-called "god masters". It is difficult to protect himself, so he has to deal with it alone.
Chapter completed!