The mad sword Zixiao chased after him, his speed was as fast as a rainbow, and he quickly embellished thousands of demon-turning cultivators. He sneered and moved his sword seal slightly. He saw a purple sword flying out, and moaned several layers of voids, suppressing them layer by layer. With a silence, he suddenly pressed two hundred demon-cultivators into powder.

Zixiao frowned, but saw that the powder was like clouds and fog, scattered into the forest and disappeared.

"Miaoxiang Xuan Qi! He transforms into freedom!"

Her figure fell into the forest, her spiritual consciousness was covered with, and there was no trace of it. She fled to the right side of the Taiyuan Mountains.

"The Wanhua Demon Sect has cultivated two escape magical powers." Zi Xiao smiled sarcastically, and his figure unfolded, and then followed him.

Although these demon cultivators did not put their cultivation skills in Zixiao's eyes, they escaped as fast as rabbits. Taiyuan Mountain Range went to the right and quickly approached Lianyundu. Lianyundu was connected to the Li River at one end and the East Sea at the other end. If these demon cultivators were allowed to escape into the East Sea, then the sea would be wide and the fish would leap, the sky would be high and the birds would fly, and the world would escape, and Zixiao could do nothing.

Thinking of this, Zixiao immediately turned into light and hid on the only way to the East China Sea. However, after waiting for half a cup of tea, there was no movement.

"Are you guessed wrong? Or did the other party use his heart to go to Lijiang?"

Zi Xiao pondered for a moment, suddenly sneered and disappeared.

About half of the incense stick, hundreds of black and gray gas suddenly floated upstream. They floated very slowly, as if they were afraid of attracting some attention, so there was almost no movement.

Zixiao, who was hiding in the dark, said in a slight voice. Sure enough, these demon cultivators had no fighting spirit. They wanted to escape from Qingzhou, and the East China Sea was the only way to survive. They also wanted to lead her to chase her towards the Li River.

Zi Xiao's eyes turned cold, and he made up his mind to kill them all, without leaving any trouble. He immediately raised his hand and slashed the purple sword in the wind, but the sword light was still differentiated. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword lights were differentiated, like willow silk, or like a long whip to attack. The voids on the left and right, up and down were locked by the sword lights.

When the demon cultivators reacted, they could not escape. The leading demon cultivator angrily shouted: "Crazy Sword, you are too bullying!"

His body suddenly grew bigger and spread out, blocking all the sword lights from the nine heavens and ten earths. Blood soared into the sky, and his body suddenly split.

"Either you die or I die, what else can I say?"

The Zixiao sword seal changed again, the purple sword hangs upside down, casting a sword light like a purple belt, forming a great sword domain, banning the circle of demon cultivators who survived for a long time.

The demon cultivator with a split body suddenly condensed, but his face was pale, and he seemed to be seriously injured: "Let my disciples have a way out, and the Wanhua Demon Sect will never step into Qingzhou again!"

"I don't believe you!" Zi Xiao's face was expressionless, and his sword fingers hooked back. The sword circle suddenly had a sword energy scattered, and the demon cultivator immediately screamed, wailed, and cursed.

"stop!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the sky, and at the same time, an ancient tree stretched out from the void, and a huge arm grabbed the sword circle and tore it apart. Then, a roar was heard, and the arm clenched its fist and slammed it hard at Zixiao.

Zi Xiao was shocked, and the purple sword turned around and blocked the attack, but he still retreated violently. He crushed a large area of ​​forest before stopping and looked at it.

I saw a person and a giant slowly coming out of the void. It was about dozens of feet high, and every step could shake the earth.

"Top!"

The demon cultivators were inexplicably surprised and turned back to their bodies, surrounding the giants.

Seeing that the giant suffered a small loss, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Crazy Sword, my words are always important! I promise that within the two tribulations, the Wanhua Demon Sect will never step into Qingzhou. Can this be allowed?"

The giant is Luo Xiyuan, which is his strongest magical power, "Fa Tianxiang Earth". Even if the Crazy Sword Zixiao was hit hard, it would never be as easy as it seemed, and he was already secretly injured.

The sword circle was originally a corner of the realm of the transformation of the sword intention, but it was caught off guard and was torn apart. Its natal flying sword was damaged and his mind was also damaged. In addition, Luo Xiyuan's heavy punch hit, Zi Xiao was far from as calm as he seemed on the surface.

But who is she? She is known as Crazy Sword Zixiao, and she is definitely not a waste of time.

She couldn't help but sneer when she heard this: "Wanhua Demon Sect invaded Qingzhou, and you can just step into Qingzhou. I thought it was too naive. Luo Xiyuan, how can this account be done? If you kill me, you can pass it. Or you can be killed by me. Just these two choices!"

Luo Xiyuan was anxious. The Sword Saint would not find this place soon. Seeing Zi Xiao rather die, he immediately shouted: "I will be able to save you if you seek death!"

Before the sound fell, the fist had moved. The fist was as heavy as a mountain, and the fist wind was like a black crow crying blood. Two strange forces occupied the second level of the power and spirit. Truely, the ability to use force to break all dharmas is the foundation for Luo Xiyuan to become a great master.

Zixiao was secretly lucky as early as when he was talking. At this moment, the sword seal moved, and his beautiful face was as calm as water at this moment. The fist wind came from afar, disrupting his hair bun, and the white and purple long gowns were also roaring.

"Purple Heart Sutra, Shen Xiao is evil, and the soul is free!"

The purple sword is shining like a purple moon in the sky, and the sword name is also Zixiao.

Zixiao leaped, and the sword light shone brightly. The next breath was like hitting a mountain. Zixiao sword made a clear trembling sound, and the sword body shook finely and rapidly.

At the same time, I saw purple light blooming violently, fighting fiercely with the fist winds of the heavy punches. Aftermath waves swept across the trees on both sides, and the century-old ancient trees were uprooted by them. The aftermath was pushed hundreds of feet away, and it continued to surge outward.

All the demon cultivators of the world moved to hide behind Luo Xiyuan and were not affected.

The beautiful eyes of the Crazy Sword are black and white, as if there are gems bright. It only leads the sword seal to the limit, urging the soul-free sword intent that he has cultivated in his life to the limit. His face is flushed and dark, and blood on his lips is shocking.

"roar!"

Luo Xiyuan's eyes were so angry that he suffered the pain caused by the soul-losing, and let out a low roar.

The sword intent of the soul has nothing to do with the third law of "Buying the Heaven", but is the essence of the sword art that Zi Xiao practiced throughout his life. It can tear and separate the souls of the living souls. If the cultivation is slightly lower, the person who is in the middle will die immediately, and there is no reason to be spared.

However, Zixiao was already injured, and at this time he competed with Luo Xiyuanfa in the sky and earth. His sword intent could not be perfect. With this slight difference, he was at a disadvantage.

Luo Xiyuan roared wildly, and it turned out that he had retained a little strength. At this time, he had all his strength. The blue veins on his right arm were exposed. The Zixiao sword flew away in response, and Zixiao flew backwards. He smashed several ancient trees, falling heavily, and the soil and rocks cracked and pressed down layer by layer.

Zixiao was in the center of the deep pit, his face pale as paper, and said, "You are really strong!"

Before the voice was over, she spitted out a mouthful of blood. She stood up tremblingly, stood with a sword, her black hair was stained with blood, and she pressed on her beautiful face, which was less powerful and a little weak: "I won't let you go, unless I die!"

Luo Xiyuan's face was as deep as water, and he was not moved by this weakness at all. He had no idea of ​​pity for the fragrance and jade in his mind. He immediately took Zixiao's life without saying a word.

This made it easier for a thunder sound to echo in the void. Luo Xiyuan's face changed drastically, and his feet grabbed the ground with his feet and hit him with a heavy punch. The punch was in danger, and the fist was like fire, making a fine burst sound while rubbing with the void.

The power of this punch was obviously beyond his own expectations.

The next breath, I saw a sword light dropping from the far air. The thunder sound suddenly intensified and the two immediately collided.

"Everything can be reversed, but time cannot move!"

Time seems to be still, and all the living and dead realities, spiritual energy, demon energy, sword energy and other empty appearances in a radius of hundreds of feet, all stagnated in the void.

The demon cultivators opened their mouths wide and a look of horror appeared, but their whole body seemed to be still statues.

At the fourth level of swordsmanship, the thunder sound of swordsmanship is completely revealed at this time. It is not that time is still, but that the speed of swordsmanship has surpassed the boundaries of time and has walked in front of everyone. If you take the first step, he has taken the third step. This is the present level in the eyes of the sword saint Xu Mingzhen.

"Only when time cannot move, time cannot move, I will only move the sword light forward." This is the fourth realm of swordsmanship, which is almost like the existence of Tao.

The fist was like fire, but the sword light had already broken the void in one step. The fist force fell into the void. How could it hurt it? The sword light just touched the heavy punch, and it suddenly ran along its arm, spreading to its shoulders, back, head, and then the entire body.

The sword light penetrated deeply into his body, destroying the center of the Dharma heaven and earth, destroying the true form of Luo Xiyuan, cutting off all his vitality, and sealing all his acupoints.

In the next breath, time recovered, and everyone saw Luo Xiyuan punching, and the Dharma Heavenly Earth immediately lifted, and his body shrank inch by inch. Then he couldn't even stand firmly. He lay on the ground, and blood oozed out of his body. His eyes were staring at the sword flying from the sky.

"Top!"

The demon cultivators let out a mournful cry and rushed to him and helped him up.

"Xu Mingzhen, I will never let you go if I die!" After Luo Xiyuan said this, he vomited blood. All his magical powers and methods, even his life, were deprived of their lives. When he learned of this result, he smiled miserably.

Drop a sword in the void and transformed into a human being. It was Xu Mingzhen. How could he pay attention to Luo Xiyuan? Looking at Zixiao and said with concern: "How is the injury of Uncle Master?"

Speaking of which, Zixiao is indeed one generation older than Xu Mingzhen, who is Xiao Nanli's senior sister.

Zi Xiao shook his head: "I can't die!"

Xu Mingzhen felt relieved, turned around and raised his hand, and was about to kill all the remaining demon cultivators.

"Enough!"

At this moment, the already dark sky suddenly became darker, as if it was about to collapse. A faint light suddenly lit up between the sky and the earth, and a man wearing a dark red robe walked down from the sky.

In the dark red robe, there is a moon-white middle robe embroidered with mysterious patterns. Her chest is slightly open, and it can be seen that it is like a big blood lotus in her palm. She is about thirty years old, with white hair hanging down on her shoulders, and her expression is indifferent, looking down at all living beings.

"Old ancestor!"

When this person appears, it seems to be reflected in everyone's eyes. Lianyundu, Taiyuan Core, Jinlin City, and the demon cultivators in three places all shouted surprises, and their originally desperate mood suddenly disappeared.

This person is Dongdu, the billions of kalpa demons in the outer realm of the thirty-three days, the common master of evil demons, and the Demon Lord of Dongduling.

"So powerful!"

But I saw a man reappearing in the void and confronted him: "I thought you would hide in the outer realm until the Eastern Capital destroyed the family!"
Chapter completed!