My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Crash!

I saw that the tornado suddenly shattered and opened at this moment, and it turned into a majestic yellow rain pouring down, and the countless golden lights also scattered at this moment, like a sharp and unparalleled blade, all-pervasive erosion. And passed.

The majestic yellow rain suddenly fell to the ground, and the yellow liquid immediately corroded deep holes on the ground.

Poison skill!

As the Great Elder of the Five Poison Sect, Tian Cansou's poison skills are naturally top-notch.

And those incomparably sharp sword lights are also sharp and terrifying, flashing with a chilling edge, and continue to sweep towards Tian Cansuo.

Just when An Jing wanted to continue his offensive, a clear shout suddenly appeared from the side, and he couldn't help but look over.

boom! boom! boom!

I saw Liu Qingshan's footsteps stepping on the air, and the air in the air was suddenly pressed by a powerful force, making a frightening and terrifying explosion of air.

Boom!

I saw that Liu Qingshan immediately moved the arm in his hand, and the majestic internal force poured into it continuously.

The big palm print of Qingshan! Broken river!

I saw that Liu Qingshan's arm slapped forward, and a palm print between the heavens and the earth rolled down from the faint night sky with domineering power.

After a while, there were beeps from the front.

A cold light suddenly appeared in An Jing's eyes, he took a deep breath, and the black and white sword light surged up.

Ghost Valley Swordsmanship! Zhongtian falling sword style!

Boom!

The sword light that rose from the sky fell like a meteor, and met the palm print mercilessly. A loud bang echoed around the Pilu Hall, and it felt as if the eardrums were shattered.

I saw that the huge palm print was directly torn apart, and then turned into energy and spread out to both sides.

Everyone watched An Jing draw out his sword and slammed into each other with each move. This level of attack shocked their hearts.

"After this swordsman has the incomplete Suppressing Evil Sword, his strength has greatly increased!"

Tian Cansou had already recovered his strength, panting heavily.

An Jing also stepped back, his arm trembled slightly, and a trace of blood flowed down the left arm.

"Everyone, you can't give this swordsman a chance to breathe. If you really let him run away, I don't think you want to see it."

Ling Yuhua also frowned, and when he stretched out his fingers, several silver-white flying needles appeared.

"Chi-chi! Chi-chi!"

Under the moonlight, several flying needles came quickly.

An Jing only felt a rush of cold air, and subconsciously raised the evil-suppressing sword in his hand.

"Ding ding ding!"

Several flying needles hit the body of the Zhenxie Sword, followed by a series of crisp sounds and fell to the ground.

Gu Ren I gave a cold drink, and I saw that the internal force in the body gathered on the blade and turned into countless black undercurrents that stretched and stretched indefinitely.

These undercurrents are like strips of black giant pythons, and there is a terrifying feeling of devouring emanating from them, as if even the moonlight scattered on their bodies will be swallowed and absorbed.

The black python breaks the sun!

I saw that countless black undercurrents shaped like a black python burst out from the blade, rushing towards An Jing frantically, with a speed like a ghost.

An Jing watched the black giant pythons rush towards him, and a cold wave gradually appeared in his eyes.

The evil-suppressing sword in his hand turned and greeted him at an extremely delicate angle.

Ghost Valley Swordsmanship! Heaven and Earth on the wrist!

"If you want to beat me with this move, your Ghost Valley swordsmanship must at least reach the ninth level." Gu Renga sneered.

"Yes?"

At the next moment, An Jing put the Heaven and Earth Spirit Yuan in his chest, and then pulled out the ordinary long sword around his waist with his left hand.

Ghost Valley Longitudinal Swordsmanship! Reverse Sword Hold Yuan Style!

A circular arc spewed out from the blade, forming a sword light running against the current, surging away.

Gu Ren I frowned sharply, and then my heart trembled. This person not only cultivated the Guigu Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique to the eighth level, but he can even draw bows from left to right and perform them in unison! ?

Above the night sky, the sword light plummeted down and charged towards the black giant python in front. The moment the two collided, the surrounding air waves swept away frantically.

"Bang bang bang!"

Everyone's eyes reflected the turbulent energy, and they quickly retreated to the rear, so as not to be affected and save some internal strength.

Gu Ren, I felt like my body was hit by a heavy hammer, my face was paler than a piece of paper, and I just floated out.

Compared to taking care of me, An Jing's feeling is also uncomfortable. He can clearly feel the burning pain in his chest, such a powerful attack, if it weren't for the Suppressing Evil Sword, he really couldn't hold back the demon. Teach masters.

At this moment, the violent air waves surged over again, attacking from the flanks like the autumn wind sweeping leaves.

An Jingqiang suppressed the tremor in his heart, and his inner strength gathered again, and the Zhenxie Sword shot out a cold light like a training in his hand.

boom!

Above the night sky, a leg shadow and sword glow collided with each other, making a muffled sound.

"Tom!"

An Jing stomped the soles of his feet and unloaded all the aftershocks to the ground, and the ground under his feet suddenly shattered.

"Where the **** are you!?"

Tian Cansou retreated slightly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a chilling expression on his face, looking at An Jing in front of him.

Many masters fought fiercely against An Jing, but he could still support him for so long, who could not stand still among those present?

Although he relied on the benefits of the Suppressing Evil Sword, who was he and why was he able to subdue the Evil Suppressing Sword?

Not only the old man, but all the masters present frowned and stared at An Jing.

"It doesn't matter who I am." An Jing sneered, and after adjusting his breath slightly, his body flashed.

"Don't let this swordsman go."

Xi Jikui also said coldly.

After speaking, the dragon and phoenix double rings in his hand shook, and two qi energy shot out, pointing directly at An Jing's neck and waist.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

When An Jing moved the evil-suppressing sword in his hand, he felt violent energy surge, and his body shook violently.

This Xi Jikui is a master of the smallpox realm, with deep inner strength.

Zhang Shuang and Gan Yue were naturally hot when they saw Ling Yuan that day, and they would not let An Jing leave easily.

In an instant, many masters took action one after another, directly cutting An Jing's sword energy, and they all wanted to kill him.

Rao Shi was relying on the benefits of the Suppressing Evil Sword in An Jing's hands. After seven or eight rounds, he felt a lot of pressure. As long as he made a wrong move, he might die at any time.

"There are too many masters."

An Jing also secretly thought that something was wrong. Even if he relied on the sharp sword of this evil-suppressing sword, it was too difficult to take away the spiritual essence of this world under the circumstances of so many masters.

If the masters present tried desperately to block him, the possibility of him breaking out was extremely low.

At this moment, An Jing suddenly felt that the Zhenxie Sword seemed to be moving a little differently, as if it was absorbing the heaven and earth spirit energy in his arms, and at the same time, the Zhenxie Sword seemed to be making strange whistling noises constantly.