"Elder Ming said, I thought you were a shrunken turtle, and you didn't dare to come out to see me. ”

Seeing the Ming Yuan Daoist come out, the Blood Demon Thief smiled.

The Taoist who came out was the sect master of the Guiyuan Sect, the former invincible innate martial artist, and the Ming Yuan Taoist.

"Sect Master!"

The Mingxin Daoist retreated, came to the Mingyuan Daoist, and shouted.

"See the Sect Master!"

The other disciples also saluted one after another.

Over the years, the Ming Yuan Sect Master has been in retreat all the year round, and the affairs of the sect have been handled by the Ming Heart Daoist Daren, and many new disciples have never seen this sect master.

"Ming Yuan said, I came to avenge the revenge of the palm of the year, you have the consciousness of death. ”

The Blood Demon Thief sneered.

Back then, Ming Yuan Dao was an invincible innate realm, and with only one palm, he couldn't bear it and was seriously injured.

Under the rhetoric, he deceived the people of Ming Yuan Dao and kept a small life.

A dog has his day!

After so many years, he has progressed all the way and become the peak level of the innate realm, and the Ming Yuan Dao people have suffered heavy losses and his realm has slipped.

He naturally has no fear in his heart.

What's more, there is a figure behind him.

"Blood Demon Thief, when I let you live, I didn't expect you to still be unrepentant and commit a lot of bloody crimes. ”

"Today, the old way can't leave you. ”

Ming Yuan Daoren looked at the Blood Demon Thief and said lightly.

"Hehe, it's still unknown who killed the deer, so don't talk big. ”

The Bloodfiend Thief laughed.

However, I don't dare to be careless.

No matter how you say it, the Ming Yuan Daoist was also invincible in the innate realm before, although the realm has slipped, he also has a super strong understanding.

If there is a real fight, he must also be careful.

"Don't talk nonsense, take me a knife. ”

"Blood Demon Dance!"

The Blood Demon Thief's face turned cold, and his eyes burst out with murderous intent and roared.

The Blood Demon Knife whined and wailed in his hand, splitting out a long and narrow blade, abruptly changing left and right, and his whereabouts were erratic, difficult to catch.

Bang!

Facing the attack of the Blood Demon Thief, Ming Yuan Dao was expressionless, and raised his hand to punch out.

It is the Guiyuan Psychic Fist!

This punch is unremarkable.

Compared with the attack of the Mingxin Dao people, there is no sharp edge, and there is no compelling momentum, which is extremely ordinary.

However, the Blood Demon Thief's heart was alarmed.

At the beginning, it was such a bland punch that defeated him.

Burst!

A true qi surged and hit the attack of the blood demon thief, and the blood-colored sword immediately shattered, turning into wisps of blood, and disappeared in the air.

"Senior brother has reached this realm!"

Seeing this scene, Mingxin Dao was shocked in his heart and amazed in his mouth.

One move, one style, not limited to form.

The divine will is natural, like an antelope hanging its horns, and a meteor sweeps the sky, and there is no trace.

This is the supreme realm of Guiyuan Psychic Fist.

Back to basics!

This fist method lies in the word psychic, which means to open the mind, and spirit is the meaning of divine thought.

One move and one style, although unremarkable, contain powerful attacks.

Unexpectedly, the Ming Yuan Daoist has been silent for more than 20 years, and he has already practiced this boxing technique to the realm.

Then, a sense of helplessness rose in my heart.

If the Ming Yuan Daoist is still invincible in the innate realm, with this peak boxing technique, even if he encounters the realm of the grandmaster, he can also be able to fight.

It's a pity......

"Come again!"

"Blood Demon Chaos!"

The Blood Demon Thief's pupils shrank sharply, and he shouted.

An even brighter and more dazzling blood ray flew out from the Blood Demon Knife, and with a round of blood moon, it landed above the head of the Ming Yuan Daoist.

Ming Yuan Daoren's expression was indifferent, and he punched out again.

Poof!

Still a punch shattered, no surprises.

"This old bull's nose, how is it more powerful than before. ”

The Blood Demon Thief's heart shook and exclaimed.

I thought that Ming Yuan Dao was hit hard, his realm fell, and he broke through to the innate peak, which was worthy of a battle.

Unexpectedly, the Ming Yuan Dao people at the peak of the innate seemed to be much more powerful than when they were in the invincible innate realm.

"Back then, it was my kindness that caused this great killing. ”

"Today, I will take your life as a tribute to the souls of the dead that you have slain. ”

Ming Yuan Daoren said lightly.

In the words, there was a fierce murderous intent.

Over the years, although he has not been published, he has also heard of some things that have happened in the martial arts world.

Back then, instead of repenting, the Blood Demon Thieves became even more ferocious, committing many crimes.

All these years, he has been feeling guilty.

Today, since the Blood Demon Thief dares to come to Guiyuan Sect, he must kill this person to avenge his remorse.

"Bull nose, don't blow big words, and take me again. ”

"Bloodfiend Kill!"

The Blood Demon Thief roared angrily and unleashed a trick.

He held the Blood Demon Knife in both hands, and in an instant, he slashed out several knives, and the sword qi broke through the air, turning into a stream of blood, intertwined and changing.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge attack, and the attack power increased several times.

Ming Yuan Daoist took a step forward, and his momentum soared into the sky.

This momentum is very bland, there is no arrogance and coldness, there is just the blandness and silence of seeing through the world.

If you close your eyes, you can even feel the Taoist meaning in it.

Rumble!

He threw a punch, and the void vibrate, causing a violent hurricane that roared and rushed towards the Blood Demon Thief.

Woohoo!

In the middle of the road, the hurricane broke through, turning into a sharp wind blade, unleashing a shocking attack.

This kind of earth-shattering power is enough to rival the invincible innate and scare the blood demon thief a lot.

If it weren't for the Second Elder clearly telling him that the realm of Ming Yuan Dao had fallen to the peak of innate nature, he really thought that this person was invincible and congenital, and he would have to flee when he turned around.

Puff puff!

Those blood-colored blades collided with it, as if they were made of mud, and they were immediately chopped to pieces, and they couldn't hold on for a moment.

The Blood Demon Thief was shocked on his face, and swung the Blood Demon Knife into a tiger and a tiger, and wisps of sword qi bloomed, condensing into a blood-colored defense, protecting in front of him.

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a clanging sound, and all those wind blades were taken down, and the Blood Demon Thief was also knocked hundreds of meters away, panting.

Blocking this blow, he also consumed a lot.

"The Sect Master is mighty!"

Seeing this scene, the morale of the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect soared, and they shouted loudly one by one, their faces red with excitement.

It's been a long time since I've had this feeling of raising my eyebrows.

Since entering the Guiyuan Sect, he has been ridiculed by many martial arts people, followed a sect master with no future, and entered a sect with no tomorrow.

After today's battle, who dares to see Guiyuan Sect clearly.

Mingxin Dao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that the sect master had a dark illness and his combat power would be affected.

In my heart, I was ready to evacuate my disciples.

Unexpectedly, more than 20 years of silence not only did not make him languish, but on the contrary, it made him go further and have the ultimate understanding of Guiyuan Psychic Fist.

In this way, although the realm has fallen, the strength that has erupted is an invincible innate level.

"This bull's nose, why is it so terrifying. ”

The Blood Demon Thief's face was extremely ugly.

Not only him, but even the second elder had misestimated the strength of the Ming Yuan Dao people.

If it weren't for the fact that the second elder was under the mountain gate, controlling the overall situation, and having other plans, he really had the urge to turn around and escape.

In the face of Ming Yuan Dao people, the pressure is too great.

"Stinky bullnose, you forced me!"

The Blood Demon Thief's expression changed, and finally he roared with a touch of fierceness.