The faint sound of the flute is like a fairy song floating down from the nine heavens. The murderous aura that fills the world seems to be pouring out. The song blows away the murderous intent and dispels the inner irritation of everyone like the spring breeze.

"No, this song has incredible power. It is weakening our murderous intent, don't listen." Yang Yi forced his tongue to break through and let himself escape from that strange situation. At the same time, he sealed his whole body with a cold air, making the flute sound unable to penetrate the whole body.

Hearing the shouts from the people beside him, Jiang He, who was silent, suddenly woke up and looked horrified. The two of them turned around at the same time and looked into the distance. There was a carriage there, and at some point, a green flute was blowing in the hazy night. The source of the song came from the woman with red makeup.

The music full of strange tunes is neither high nor low, but it is like a stream flowing in a mountain stream, and it is even more like a gentle breeze. It makes people unknowingly follow the tune and shake their minds, without knowing that they are trapped in the illusion. At the moment, they don’t know whether they are enemies or friends, and they stand in place without making any moves immediately. If they have enough spirit, they may be able to kill this woman here, but when they see the old man, they give up their thoughts, but when they see the state of the magic sword, their murderous intent instantly increases. At this distance, even if the red-wrapping woman wants to save the magic sword, they can’t do anything to them as long as they kill the magic sword and move out of the power behind them.

Zhang Kaifeng's condition did not seem to have escaped from the strange flute sound like Yang Yi and the others. With his eyes closed, the sword in his hand had fallen aside.

"Good opportunity, it seems that the sword of the Demon Sword just now has consumed most of his skills. At this time, the body protection divine energy is insufficient, otherwise it would not have been affected." Jiang He looked happy when he saw the Demon Sword's condition and shouted hurriedly.

"kill!"

The two of them moved quickly and had already pounced near. They were still suspicious at first, but when they saw that the magic sword was still closed, they were even more sure of what they thought. The Park sword and the soft whip were swung out, taking the life of the magic sword.

In the distance, the woman Hongzhuang sitting on the roof of the carriage changed slightly when she saw this. The song she played was actually not very powerful. Considering that Zhang Kaifeng had already suffered heavy damage, she could not escape from it. However, she underestimated the two masters and was able to break free early, causing such a passive situation. However, the two sitting down below had no intention of taking action, which made the woman Hongzhuang angry, but she had no choice but to do anything. She could only speed up the song, but kept cursing the guy not far away. She was not the one who claimed to be the most terrifying thing, so why was she trapped by the song?

"hateful!"

Seeing that the two masters had entered not far in front of Zhang Kaifeng, the woman with red makeup had a little jade foot, like a flying fallen flower, flying off the roof of the carriage, and rushed towards Zhang Kaifeng in the distance. I hope she could catch up, otherwise she would be useless this time, and she wanted the Demon Sword to owe her favors? How could she let him die? It would be a loss for death.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and the figure of the woman in Hongzhuang flew away like a flash of light. The old man was still sitting in the carriage and calmed down. He let the woman in Hongzhuang rush out. It would be fine if he could change the ending. If he couldn't, it would be fine. As for the two young guys who dared to touch her, don't blame him for killing people.

Park Dao, who was close to his head, arrived in a blink of an eye, and his long hair was blown away by Park Dao's sword wind. The sword aura evoked on the knife cut off the scalp of the magic sword and blood flowed down. Yang Yi was overjoyed, and the hilt of the knife held in both hands suddenly pressed down. Life and death were only in a moment. The woman in Hongzhuang was even more anxious, but there was still a distance between them. The Yuan was inserted into the flute and slapped it out toward another man. Jiang He and the others naturally felt that the flute sound stopped suddenly. Seeing the red makeup woman running towards him, they were even more sure that the magic sword was hurt deeper. Jiang He turned his head and threw out a soft whip to meet the flute. He wanted to stop it and not let the magic sword come back from the gate of hell.

Park Dao fell smoothly, not as split in half as you imagined. At the critical moment, Zhang Kaifeng, who suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Park Dao's blade with his bare hands, and looked directly at the person in front of him with cold eyes. Yang Yi felt inexplicably cold inside. Then, his chest hurt, he lowered his head stiffly, and a sword penetrated his heart. Then he held the sword and stirred, his heart in his body was shattered, and he died completely.

Even if he died, he could not make a sound. Zhang Kaifeng pushed Yang Yi away and drew out his long sword. The woman in Hongzhuang was shocked and speechless as if she had seen a ghost. Jiang He was even more inexplicable. Because the woman in Hongzhuang's offensive suddenly stopped, he didn't know why. However, the strong murderous aura behind him woke him up, and an unknown thought flashed through his mind, and Yang Yi failed.

The soft whip was trembling with thunder, shaking the woman with red makeup, holding the whip in her back, and the straight long whip stabbed Zhang Kaifeng slowly. The soft whip played thunder and hovered in front. Zhang Kaifeng looked motionless, and his feet were lying around. He was strikingly thunder, but the whip of thunder could not even touch the corner of his clothes, but instead got closer and closer.

Suddenly, the wind stopped and the clouds moved, and the bronze long sword whipped out, and the sword blossomed with vigorous sword flowers bloomed on the sword, dazzling light. It seemed that it was randomly slapped and slashed, but the sword slashed the long whip, but it could catch the trajectory of the long whip.

Jiang He's face was pale, but he couldn't change it. After several fights, he was at a disadvantage. After continuing to fight, he had already expected his own defeat, but to escape, he had to use thunder.

"The seven poles of purple sun, the green sun breaks through dawn."

The mind was calm, and the long whip was suddenly withdrawn. Jiang He's feet shook, and his true energy was boiling. The world suddenly brightened, like a burning sun, extremely dazzling. The soft whip waved and hovered above his head. The air flow around the soft whip suddenly stormed endlessly, surrounded by hissing thunder and then emitted a full fire. The fire light that seemed to be fireflies was suddenly increased, and a burning sensation spread rapidly as his skills increased. The water in the soil under his feet was extracted and evaporated. The green grass withered yellow in the blink of an eye, and then turned into ashes. It can be seen that the domineering power of the Supreme Yang skill of Ziyang Gate. It is rumored that the seven poles of Ziyang Gate practiced to the extreme can attract the sun in the sky and obtain the blessing of the fire essence, and its power is even more unimaginable.

The steaming hot air rushes to the face, Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows remained motionless, his feet raised his bow, and his sword pointed to the southeast, with only a cold saying: "Is the Ziyang Seven Poles of Ziyang in Ziyang? It depends on my breaking your move."

"It's too late, go!" Jiang He's eyes glared, the soft whip rotated and stopped, and waved it out. In an instant, a green fire sun as big as a washbasin was thrown out.

The huge green flame could destroy life, and instantly wrapped Zhang Kaifeng completely in the green flame. The ground roared and the ground was cracked several feet apart. The ground burned by the green sun made a hissing sound.

The woman in Hongzhuang stood there with a dull expression and couldn't help but wonder, is it really too late?

Jiang He devoted all his skills in one move, his face was extremely pale, although he had some questions. However, seeing that Zhang Kaifeng, the Demon Sword, had not come out for a long time, he was even more sure of his inner thoughts, and his face showed the glory of surviving the disaster, and he laughed: "Haha, what kind of Demon Sword, Zhang Kaifeng, but Er, no one has ever been able to survive from the Seven Poles of Ziyang from ancient times to the present, and you are even more unlikely."

However, Jiang He's smile suddenly stiffened, and a figure slowly became clear in the green flames, and only a sound was heard.

"Sword-Demon Flame!"

Then, the figure in the green flame was filled with demonic energy, and the peerless holy demon sword emitted a faint purple light, which spitted, and instantly turned into a nine-headed phantom demon dragon tangled around the sword. The demon dragon was actually devouring the green flame. Then, the demon sound on the sword echoed, and the cold sword intent teared everything in front of him. In the area of ​​about a radius, the ground was torn into a mess by the sword intent.

The figure inside opened his eyes and heard a "puff" sound. The green flame was torn apart by the sharp sword intent. The splashing flames burned in the distance, and the ground was blasted out of a dense pit by the force of flames.

The person who reappeared in front of Jiang He was not injured, but instead looked full of energy. The demon dragon on the sword was trapped into the sword. Zhang Kaifeng did not worry about Jiang He's shocked look, and took a step forward and swung the sword and slashed it.

The demon dragon was trapped into the sword, but the seemingly ordinary sword made Jiang He's hair stand upside down, and a shadow of death covered his whole body, and even his breathing became rapid. He knew that the sword was absolutely powerful. As his expression changed, a scarlet pill slipped out of his sleeve, and the pill emitted a pungent fishy smell, as if it was condensed from blood.

"Demonic Yuan Pill!" the woman in red makeup said in surprise.

There are many elixirs in the martial arts world today, and the magic elixir is the most domineering. As long as you take it, you can improve your foundation. However, the side effects are extremely obvious. If you are lucky enough to die, you will definitely have a lot of energy left, and your essence and blood will be lost. In severe cases, you will lose all your skills and become a useless person. Although it is a life-saving thing, it is also a dangerous road.

Jiang He swallowed the pill without hesitation, and his breath suddenly surged. The sperm on his cheeks thundered and protruded, his eyes were red, like a devil who had escaped from the cage. The saliva in his mouth kept flowing, his hands became like beast claws, and his roared lowly like a beast that had lost his heart, with murderous aura all the time.

"Can I force me to swallow the beast demon pill, even if I die today, I will pull you into hell." Jiang He was filled with endless hatred in the low roar, and then with a sound of puff, the surroundings were shattered, and a ray of light and shadow rushed over.

There are indeed many aliens in the Demon Sect. Even this kind of pill can be developed. However, Zhang Kaifeng will not lose by being blinded by the beast's heart by relying on his surge in power.

The two figures met in an instant, and Zhang Kaifeng turned his foot and avoided the attacking claws. The sword aura of the peerless Holy Demon Sword was turbulent, accurately cutting through half of Jiang He's body. The fire was shining, but the sharp sword edge was hard to hurt at all.

"Yes!" I noticed the change and immediately grabbed it with sharp claws, and Zhang Kaifeng hurriedly turned over and pulled back.

Jiang He stepped forward step by step and came tightly. A red light flashed on his claws, and his claws shot out. Zhang Kaifeng turned over and slapped the ground with a little foot. His claws suddenly fell. At the same time, he exerted force on his feet, and he changed to holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, turned to pressing him over, and then slashed behind Jiang He with a sword.

"when!"

With the fierce slash, the sword energy rose again. Jiang He paused, and was bombarded by the sword. His feet plowed out two deep gullies on the soft grass.

"roar!"

Jiang He, who was blinded by the beast's heart, roared repeatedly, and his bronze and iron bones were still a little painful and his murderous aura was even stronger after being slashed with such a fierce sword.

(End of this chapter)
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