Chapter 1119

The boundless night turned into a bloody crimson.

The strange smiling face of Leng Ran under the hazy moon made everyone shudder, and the faces of the three of Yan Teng became more solemn than ever.

"Be careful!"

Yan Teng's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly said loudly.

Before the words fell, Leng Ran's sword moved, but his person was clearly still in place without any movement.

Yan Teng didn't have time to think about it, raised his hand and punched it, and directly met it.

Rumble!

Behind him, a figure rose up like a mountain peak, his fist was like a city, and Hengdan was in front of him.

Click!

There was a sound of the city shattering, and then a dazzling electric light pierced the night sky, and a sword light smashed the fist with a bang.

The Ben Thunder Demon Sword, which was still in place just now, suddenly came to Yan Teng, his people came quickly, but his sword came faster.

Poof!

Almost as soon as he smashed Yan Teng's fist, the sword light cut a bloody mark on Yan Teng's body, and Yan Teng retreated fast enough. But he was still slashed by this sword, and his right shoulder was slashed, and his face involuntarily showed a look of pain.

"Divine Demons!"

At the critical moment, Xuan Fei held a Zen staff and killed him, and thunder burst in the crimson night. With this staff, he shattered the void, as if even the mountains could be easily leveled.

Domineering, ferocious!

Leng proudly twisted around, avoiding the edge, and then slashed through with a sword. There was blood like a dragon, and the dragon's head roared, easily shaking this battle back.

Rumble!

The dazzling sword light swept through the layers of clouds, and Lei Lan, who had the fastest body method among the three, slashed towards the neck of the Ben Thunder Demon Sword as if in a flash.

Boom!

Leng Arrogantly smiled faintly, and after the dragon groaned, the dragon's tail swung.

Thundered!

Without waiting for the other party to get closer, the blood electric dragon turned into a sword light, and a swinging tail turned into a raging wind that shook the nine skies. The void shook, and Lei Lan was swept out directly.

"Die!"

As soon as Yan Teng landed, he didn't care about the scar on his shoulder, and a punch came across the air like a comet, directly killing the head of the Ben Thunder Demon Sword.

The sword in Leng Aoran's hand circled, and the dragon shadow wrapped around the sword, and a sword stabbed out, resisting the terrifying fist.

Bang!

In the earth-shattering bang, the ground exploded in an instant, and Yan Teng retreated several steps before he could barely stand firm.

"Too tender, too tender, hahahaha!"

Leng laughed proudly, he didn't give the three of them a chance to kill again, and directly launched a terrifying sword momentum.

Suddenly, everyone immediately saw an incomparably terrifying scene.

Leng Arrogantly defeated three with one, and the leaders of these three major sects were actually overwhelmed by him alone.

Beneath the crimson, blood and lightning shine in the air.

The terrifying sword momentum was perfectly fused with thunder and lightning and evil qi, and Leng Aoran's sword intent was only at the peak of psychic, but his thunderous will had reached an extremely terrifying realm.

What's even worse is that his blood evil is also perfectly fused with the sword intent, and he can derive the power of the dragon as if it were real.

It's horrible!

In less than half an hour, the three of them were more or less left with bloody sword wounds. And the Ben Thunder Demon Sword was calm and unbreakable, and the smile on his face never stopped, and he was not injured at all.

Is this really just the Galaxy Realm?

Everyone was dumbfounded, their realm was comparable to the Thunder Demon Sword, not much different.

But this combat power is several times different, it is completely unimaginable, and what is even worse is that he still looks very young, not more than thirty years old.

Perhaps the rumors were true, he was once really a disciple of a super sect in the Desolate Ancient Domain.

"Nine Dragons Break the Sky!"

Another sword light flickered, and this side of the world was transformed into a blood-colored ocean by the Thunder Demon Sword, and when the sword light completely bloomed.

Nine blood-colored dragons broke through the sea and blasted Yan Teng's murder to the point of vomiting blood and flying.

When the three of them landed, their faces were extremely pale, and blood kept spilling from the corners of their mouths. The look in his eyes, when he looked at the Ben Thunder Demon Sword, he flashed a thick color of jealousy.

Ben Thunder Demon Sword!

No wonder, no wonder half a year ago, he could calmly escape in the hands of Ye Ziling.

This person's strength was far beyond what they could imagine, and even if he was an ordinary Star Realm powerhouse, he might not be his opponent.

In the distance, there were already people with shocked faces, quietly running away, not daring to continue going. The rest of the people frantically distanced themselves and retreated to what the word thought was safe.

"Disciples of the three sects, the more mixed up they are, the more they go back, I haven't warmed up yet. Leng looked at the three of them proudly, a mockery flashed in his eyes, and he sneered.

Mocking these so-called personal disciples is one of his greatest hobbies.

Especially the other party's kneeling and begging for mercy in front of him, trembling, made him even more excited and crazy.

However, something seems to be wrong.

The three people in front of them seemed to be quite calm, with a look of fear in their eyes, but there was not much panic.

Are there any hole cards?

The corners of Ben Thunder Demon Sword's mouth hooked up with a smile, and there was a look of interest in his eyes, which was a little interesting.

"The Thunder Demon Sword is really powerful!"

Yan Teng wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly: "If it weren't for the dependence, I'm afraid I would have to beg you for mercy now, but it's a pity...... Yan said that today you will definitely die!"

As the words fell, Yan Teng patted lightly on the storage bag, and an incomparably gorgeous silver spear appeared in his hand.

The spear was cloaked in a silver glow, with a holy glow lingering and an enchanting luster.

Rumble!

When Yan Teng held the spear with both hands at the same time, a majestic holy light rushed into the sky, and the crimson sky was instantly shattered. The crescent moon bloomed again into a bright moonlight, and the moonlight was gently sprinkled on the ground like water.

Holy Soldiers!

Seeing the spear in Yan Teng's hand, everyone was shocked, and their jaws were about to fall in surprise.

This should be the holy soldier named Wang Hook in the hands of Chu Tianhao of the Hanging King Palace, and its spear head resembles a huge fish hook, hence the name.

Even in the Desolate Ancient Domain, the Holy Soldiers were extremely rare, even if they were just the Hundred Pattern Holy Soldiers.

Everyone's hearts were shaken, and huge waves were in the depths of their hearts.

Plop! Plop!

Leng Aoran only felt that the blood in his body was accelerating, his heart was pounding and beating wildly, he was so high-profile in Cangxuan Mansion, he finally caught a big fish.

"Kill him!"

Yan Teng held the king hook in his hand and looked at the Ben Thunder Demon Sword indifferently, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.

When he sacrificed the holy soldiers, the man was already dead.

Rumble!

As soon as Wang Hook's spear pointed forward, a majestic holy power surged, instantly suppressing the bloody evil of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Whew!

The blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye was like water, and it was constantly forced back, surging into the body of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Xuan Fei and Lei Lan suddenly lost their pressure, and each let out an angry roar, sacrificing the Holy Spirit to kill Leng Arrogantly again.

Leng Aoran's face changed slightly, the coercion of this holy soldier had indeed caused him great trouble.

Body Technique, Star Yuan, Sword Intent, and even Blood Demon were all restricted by most.

Immediately, without thinking too much, he sacrificed the Holy Spirit that belonged to him, the blood-colored dragon.

Thundered!

For three days, the Holy Spirit fought under the moonlight, and in just one moment, the vast Qiu family's mansion was completely destroyed. Countless courtyard walls and buildings collapsed, turning into dust in patches.

Boom!

When the three of them were fighting, Yan Teng suddenly made a move, and the hook in his hand bloomed with silver brilliance.

The dense holy pattern bloomed, and a beam of light shattered the void, and in the blink of an eye, it bombarded the body of the Thunder Demon Sword. Click, blood stirred, and a hole immediately appeared in the body of the Thunder Demon Sword, and the blood kept flowing down.

"Hmph, fight with me!"

Yan Teng saw this scene and laughed cruelly.

Clang!

At the same time, Xuan Fei and Lei Lan's killing moves also took advantage of the situation, and the injured Ben Thunder Demon Sword was directly blasted out, and blood spat out wildly.

The hearts of the people have changed dramatically, is this the power of the holy soldiers?

Before he really made a move, he let the invincible Thunder Demon Sword be embarrassed to such a point.

It is unimaginable that when Chu Tianhao masters this gun, he will be so strong.

Yan Teng's expression was indifferent, his eyes flashed with erasing intent, and he moved at the moment when the Ben Thunder Demon Sword was blasted away by Lei Lan and the others.

In an instant, one after another holy patterns bloomed on the silver spear, and in the blink of an eye, the number of holy patterns reached more than fifty. The holy pattern was permeating, and the majestic qi of heaven and earth continued to pour into it, Yan Teng held a silver spear in his hand, and his long hair fluttered wildly.

Rumble!

The soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the ground collapsed in an instant, and his person bloomed in mid-air with a light that was brighter than the silver moon.

The number of holy patterns wrapped around him officially reached one hundred, and the terrifying coercion swept in all directions, and everyone was stunned by Yan Teng's edge at this moment.

Holy Soldiers!

This is the power of the Holy Soldier!

"It's time to finish!"

The silver spear swept in mid-air, and Yan Teng's figure disappeared in front of everyone, and by the time he was again, he had fallen to the ground.

Thundered!

The silver glow on his body was so majestic that he couldn't look at it directly, and the spear in his hand pierced through the layers of blood light. One after another, the blood-colored dragons let out a terrible wail, and they were shattered one after another, and then the body protection star element on the Thunder Demon Sword was also broken.

The spear named King Hook, with a devastating edge, pierced straight into the heart of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Are you going to die?

Everyone's hearts became extremely nervous, and the evil cultivator Ben Thunder Demon Sword that crisscrossed the Cangxuan Mansion seemed to be about to die in the hands of Yan Teng.

It felt a little unreal, but under the power of the Holy Soldier, everything seemed so real.

"Die!"

Yan Teng let out a roar of rage, and he wanted to directly stab the bones of the Ben Thunder Demon Sword into the bones.

While!

But something very strange happened, there was a violent metal collision sound between heaven and earth, and sparks splashed out of the heart of the Thunder Demon Sword, lighting up the night sky.

This mortal shot was actually blocked.

Everyone looked at it in disbelief, and saw that the Ben Thunder Demon Sword was wearing a layer of heavy armor with a metallic luster at some point. The heavy armor was as tall as a mountain, with terrifying coercion, as if a sky had turned into a battle suit and landed on the body of the Thunder Demon Sword.

"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"

Yan Teng was shocked, and said in a lost voice: "You are a disciple of the Xuantian Sect of the Desolate Ancient Domain!"

"Ahem, holy soldiers are really terrifying. It's a pity that you can't even exert one-tenth of your power, so leave it to me!"

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Ben Thunder Demon Sword's mouth, and his face was slightly pale, but his smile was extraordinarily open.

Rumble!

Without waiting for Yan Teng to react, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the gun.

Xuantian heavy armor?

A look of surprise flashed in Lei Lan and Xuan Fei's eyes at the same time, it was the secret technique in the Xuantian Sect's Zhenshan Martial Arts Xuantian Treasure Book, and only the disciples of the Xuantian Sect were eligible.

Xuantian Sect, the strongest super sect in the Ancient Domain!

As soon as they thought of this, a look of horror flashed in their eyes, how could this be possible, how could a disciple of Xuantian Sect run to Cangxuan Mansion.

I don't know what they think, Yan Teng, who couldn't hit it in one blow, obviously exhausted a large number of star elements.

Almost instantly, the holy soldier in his hand was taken away by the other party, and with a wave of his hand, the whole thing flew out upside down.

"Hahaha! It's been three years, and I've finally found some fun in this place where birds don't. Holy soldier, hahahaha!" Ben Thunder Demon Sword held the silver spear, his expression almost distorted with excitement.

Damn it!

Yan Teng regretted it in his heart until his intestines were blue, and he instantly realized that the other party was deliberately injured to lead him to action.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air sounded like arrows one after another, and the disciples of other sects in the distance saw that the situation was not good, and they fled away one after another.

"Since you're here, don't go, come back to me, hahaha!"

Ben Thunder Demon Sword laughed wildly, he held the silver spear in both hands, and the bloody sword power that had just been suppressed swept out with an even more terrifying momentum.

Thundered!

The bloody mist that flew out turned into a terrifying and incomparably violent wind, accompanied by the roar of the dragon.

The dragon soared, like a blood-colored hurricane, sweeping back those who had fled far away.

After a while, everyone was trapped within the scope of his bloody power, their faces were pale, they couldn't move, and the look in their eyes was extremely frightened.

"It's time for the show to begin, killing, killing, who should start?"

Leng Arrogantly held the spear, swept his gaze, and stared at the head of the Qiu family. plopped, the head of the Qiu family immediately collapsed to the ground in fright, the six gods had no owner, and his heart was in a frenzy.

As for the other Qiu family Xingjun, they were already panicked and fell to their knees one after another.

"Lord Demon Sword, spare our lives, we are innocent!"

Hah!hah!ha!

Leng Arrogantly laughed, in this hideous laughter, the head of the Qiu family got up and knelt on the ground, and said bitterly: "Lord Demon Sword, today's matter, the old man is willing to take care of it, I can get the eight thousand Star God Pills you want in half a month." If you want to kill, just kill me, and let the rest of the Qiu family go. ”

"No, no, no, no!"

Ben Thunder Demon Sword grinned and said, "Old gentleman has misunderstood, you are my great hero, if it weren't for you, how could I have obtained this holy weapon." Don't worry, I'll definitely kill you in the end!"

In the midst of laughter, his gaze swept and fell on the three of Yan Teng.

The three of them were immediately frightened, Xuan Fei and Lei Lan were a little panicked, and their eyes involuntarily looked towards Yan Teng.

Yan Teng forcibly calmed down, his eyes flickered, and he muttered: "Lord Demon Sword, since you are a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, you must have a heavy responsibility when you come to this Cangxuan Mansion. As long as the adults are willing, I can saddle you up before and after the horse, and go to the soup and fire at any cost!"

Leng Aoran's eyes flashed with a different color, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile: "Your strength is so-so, but you are not stupid, you are barely qualified to be a dog for me!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Yan Teng's eyes flashed with joy, and he immediately pounced and fell to the ground.

He thought very clearly in his heart, he lost the hook of the Holy Soldier King, and he would definitely die when he returned to the sect. Holding the thigh of the Ben Thunder Demon Sword is a way to live, and it is better to be a dog than to die.

"Not bad!"

Leng Aoran's eyes showed a look of satisfaction, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at the disciples of other sects, and said with a smile: "These people, you can help me kill them!"

Yan Teng's face changed, these people were all personal disciples of other sects in Cangxuan Mansion, once he was killed, he would have no way to retreat from now on.

Completely broke with Cangxuan Mansion!

And it is even worse than the evil cultivator, he is equivalent to selling the master to seek glory, and he has killed the leader of the evil cultivator, and has completely become the dog leg of the evil cultivator.

"This waste really shouldn't dirty the hands of adults!"

Yan Teng got up slowly, and soon had an idea, anyway, Leng Ao didn't let him kill the people in the Hanging Palace.

The disciples of other sects will be killed if they are killed.

"Yan Teng, are you crazy?"

A group of people saw Yan Teng walking towards them, with an incredible look in their eyes, this person was just now slashing the Ben Thunder Demon Sword. In the blink of an eye, they became the other party's dogs, and they had to kill them for the other party.

"Yan Teng, you are the leader of the Hanging King Palace, is this the backbone?" The disciples of the other sects were furious.

Yan Teng said lightly: "A group of dead people, do I need to explain to you?"

Leng arrogantly smiled and said nothing, quietly watching this scene, this person is really good as a dog.

The harvest tonight is unimaginable.

But just when Yan Teng was about to kill someone, there was a heavenly flute sound, which sounded under the vast moonlight.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Sheng got closer and closer, and the sword intent contained in Xiao Yin continued to sound in heaven and earth.

In the distance, a silver figure could be seen, slowly approaching in the moonlight.

A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world!

A song of pear blossoms, only roses are red in the snow!

A song of red smiles, how can this matter be remembered from the beginning!

A song of reincarnation is bitter, where will you meet again!

A song of chaos, how can my generation be a thing in the pool, this sword body is extraordinary!

The sound of the flute is faint, mighty, like a song and a laugh, and it is more and more agitated under this crimson, making people's blood agitated and uncontrollable.

"The funeral dude is here!"

The crowd was outraged, and a name appeared in everyone's minds, and then blurted out. It is the funeral playboy who has recently become famous, known as Xiao Jian's double master, a flute and a sword, crisscrossing the Cangxuan Mansion.

But all the evil cultivators who were targeted by him, without exception, all died. His deeds are rumored to be miraculous, and in the eyes of many people, he is almost invincible in the realm of the Star Monarch.

Funeral dude?

Yan Teng was instantly dumbfounded, this guy, why did he come here at this time.

He had just given the Ben Thunder Demon Sword as a dog, and he was just about to kill the personal disciples of other sects, when the funeral dude appeared by chance.

Let him lose face, this life is picked up, and he will not have the face to stay in Cangxuan Mansion in the future.

Yan Teng's face was extremely ugly, his right fist was clenched, and his heart was indescribably uncomfortable.

"There is salvation. ”

The head of the Qiu family looked at the slowly approaching silver figure, his face was happy, and he slowly stood up.

The sound of the flute came to an abrupt end, Lin Yun put down the purple jade divine bamboo flute, and under the silver moon mask, no one could see his expression clearly. He had a cold look in his eyes, condescending, and Mo Ran looked at the Ben Thunder Sword Demon.

"Is there another one to die?"

Leng looked at each other proudly, holding the silver spear in both hands and grinning.

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