Chapter 673 Mixed Demon Lord

The wind shook his face and shouted harshly, "Buddha's sect is powerful. I think your demon sect is quite a shrinking turtle. When you drove the Buddha sect out, there were also your demon sect. Are you afraid of their revenge? For so many years, the Buddha sect has recruited many talents, the three holy monks and 19 monks, but it can't be you. The opponent of the Demon Sect.

Zhenyang bombarded 18 mana torrents and said lazily, "I won't bother you about the matter of our demon sect. He has come. Wanku Mountain is ours."

The wind shook secretly, and its mana soared sharply. The wind was like a terrible sword, cutting off from the sky. Unfortunately, Zhenyang was not a rookie. The magic of red cloth firmly blocked the wind. The two of them were half a catty and eight taels, and there was no way to tell the winner for a while.

After two breaths, the wind shook anxiously and got angry. With a turn of his wrist, a green rainbow flew directly out of his sleeve. It flashed in the air and pricked into the center. Where the green rainbow passed, all the magic power was ruthlessly broken, and the power was extremely amazing. Even the whole sky suddenly became a little more murderous, and the sword spirit was fierce. .

Zhenyang's face changed, "Feng Yao, you don't want to die. You even dare to take out your own flying sword. I really think I'm easy to bully." He retreated rapidly. Although Feng Yao mainly focused on mana, the flying sword in his hand was also very good, and it was his own flying sword, which was even more powerful. He didn't want to capsize the boat in the sewer. As soon as the wrist turned, a dark flag floated into the sky, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and the evil spirit rose sharply. A magnificent force hit the wind-shaking flying sword from the flag.

Flying sword, the main killing, the sword spirit is fierce, the speed is unparalleled, and the explosive power is extremely strong. Although there are not many masters of sword cultivation in the monition, each of them is the top masters. The reason is that the sword cultivation is too sharp. Except for Dishan, which firmly occupies the first master of the monition world, almost all of the other great masters are Cultivation of the flying sword.

Flying sword is just a general name. There are flying swords, flying knives, flying needles, flying hooks and other sharp weapons, and even flying guns. It is known as the strongest attack power of flying guns, the most sinister flying needles, and the most deceiving and changeable flying sword.

Zhenyang took out the Yinfan, which was just a blow. He did not expect to repel the flying sword, but took this opportunity to turn the Yinfan into a black magic light and firmly guard himself in it. This wave is not only a sharp weapon of attack, but also a magic weapon for defense, which is very powerful.

Under the fierce wind, the flying sword stabbed far away, and did not use much brilliant swordsmanship. There was only one word, fast, as fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder, and the sound of sword spirit and thunder. Compared with the sound of Lingmo's sword spirit and thunder, the sword spirit thunder sound exerted by Feng Yao's own hands has already had earth-shaking power. This sword is just blinking. Between his eyes, he came to Zhenyang, but Zhenyang's reaction was also extremely fast. The Yinfan took action, and the magnificent mana collided with the flying sword, and suddenly burst out with a strong force. The mana was directly pierced, like a bubble being punctured, suddenly bursting and scattered to all directions, and the speed of the flying sword also dropped, and a blue halo stained The small flying sword appeared in the air.

The wind shook his face and blushed a little. The original flying sword is equivalent to himself. The flying sword is blocked, which is also equivalent to a hard fight with the other party. The power of the shock is very uncomfortable. One sword is blocked. This blow is regarded as a failure, but he is not returned without success. The flying sword is still near the center, and his mind is like Electricity, the flying sword that was about to stand still suddenly moved quickly, and a sword turned into a thousand, cutting into Zhenyang's protective mana.

Zhenyang's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly put on a defensive posture, and his face was also quite embarrassed. The attack power of the flying sword was very fierce. Before he came to him, he had already felt the domineering sword contained in it. With his hands, he immediately released four or five magic weapons to face the sword light. The magic weapons are all prefecture-level magic weapons and so on. As soon as they came into contact with the sword light, the sparks suddenly shone and the light was dim.

"What a cruel means to break my five magic weapons in a row." It's false to say that he doesn't feel sorry. Although Zhenyang is a master of the godhood, there is no wind at hand. If this sword goes down, it is equivalent to throwing out half of his family.

The wind shook his face, and the trick was right, and the sword light soared again. At the same time, his body shook and fell. At this time, he didn't leave.

Zhenyang's face changed, "Where to go? Leave it for me." The Yinfan showed its power again, flying swords on one side and emitting a black strange airflow, blocking the front of the wind shaking.

For a while, the fire was shining, and bursts of vitality burst into the air.

On Wanku Mountain, an unparalleled figure stands in the sky. In the mountains, including under the foot of Wanku Mountain, countless righteous disciples are desperate under the pressure of this figure. For a moment, I don't know how many disciples have died among the evil disciples, but the evil disciples are as brave and difficult to be. Looking at this Taoist figure, all the demon disciples shouted, "Haha, once again, these hypocrites are going to be finished."

"Lord Demon can also flatten Wankuyama with one hand, and Wankuyama is ours."

"For the sake of Lord Demon Lord, kill it!"

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For a while, the battle on the battlefield was even more tragic.

Xing Moran has long retreated back to the Wanku Hall. Looking at the figure, his fighting spirit is surging. The mixed Yuan demon master is a strange man in the magic path. He has created an emerging sect mixed Yuan Six Taoist religion. His skills inherit the ancient mixed Yuan Taoist people's mixed yuan annihilation holy law. It is very domineering. It is often annihilation. Eliminated from the five invisibles, this spell is derived from a very high-level law, which is very difficult to deal with. It seems to be similar to the power of wind erosion, but more domineering than the power of wind erosion.

The master of the Huashen period was not allowed to take action, but now, no one can do it. Wanku Mountain is an important strategic place. As long as you pass Wanku Mountain, 800,000 miles of the earth behind, no other sect is the opponent of the devil's way. Therefore, this time, the devil's way is bound to win.

Beside the mixed-yuan demon master, the gray clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the desolate land below. Countless demon disciples pulled forward. Obviously, they were ready to fight with all their strength. Moreover, according to the plan, the Venerable Wind shook was entangled, and there was almost no suspense in this battle.

Hunyuan Demon Lord looked at Wanku Mountain below, with a trace of cruelty on his face. He stretched out his hand to the front and spit out a very Lingku word, "Kill."

Behind him, infinite demon disciples rushed up, and countless evil magic weapons fell from the sky, and countless magic powers bombarded from the direction of the magic gate, forming a large magic cloud. The sound of killing shocked the sky, and the dry mountain was immediately shrouded in a cloud.

At this time, although the righteous disciples were desperate, their instinct for survival prompted most of them to retreat to the large array behind them. At this time, the mixed-yuan demon master took action. As soon as he reached out and pressed to the array, there was no wave of magic power, and the blue array suddenly stirred up a wave. In an instant, the area shrouded in light retreated 30 miles. Even though the array was strong, it was also consumed a lot by the power of the attack of the mixed Yuan Taoist people. Even so, it made many righteous disciples despair, and some disciples ran away, rushed to the world of Zhongzhou and fled the battlefield.

The mixed Yuan Taoist frowned and seemed a little strange that he did not break the array in this blow.