A sword light slashed down, and a mist of blood dispersed.

At the same time, there is also an ancient wooden flat pole, which is directly folded into two sections. At the last moment, the Heavenly Demon Tiger, the Savior who sacrificed himself, stood in front of Shen Ming, but directly extinguished his soul.

The ancient wooden flat shoulder is not ordinary. The Ancient Heavenly Demon, how could he be a layman? However, he didn't even resist that flying sword outside the sky. It can be seen that the person who made the sword is so superb.

It's just that the sword light is also the end of the strong crossbow, and it doesn't wear a vegetarian. Shen Ming, with a wave of one hand, is a ray of water.

Bang -

The sword was broken, and Mercury was in the sky. That sword light naturally dissipated instantly.

Huzi was killed, and Shen Ming's collection of the ghost coffin was blocked. Netherworld pupils, black and white light spread. The ghost body was silent, and the murderous intent on his face suddenly skyrocketed.

No one in the Heavenly Spirit Realm has ever died in Shura.

At this moment, outside the void, a white shadow, like ghostly lightning, suddenly appeared. The appearance of the man in white itself was like an ancient sword that had not been unsheathed for 10,000 years, and suddenly came out.

Endless killing machines, endless sword qi, rushed through a qiē obstacle and broke through the air. However, the man in white had no sword in his hand, but when he raised it with one hand, it was a shocking sword.

"Void Yuan Sword!" Shen Ming raised his eyebrows. It seems to be a supreme swordsmanship in the legend of Shura, with the void of existence and the sword of qi.

It's just that it is an extremely high realm, not the so-called sword qi in general, but the real unity of human sword.

There is a qiē in front of him, and he can't think too much. Goodbye, Shen Ming grabbed the void alone, and a red staff was already in his hand. It was the staff of the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Ghost Sect that originated from the Sea Wilderness.

Holding the staff, the red glow flashes. Brilliant and shining. At the top, a crescent moon, pincers red gems. Eye-catching.

The sea wilderness monk, the realm cultivation is far inferior to the strong Shura, but the sea wilderness magic weapon is absolutely superior.

The staff of the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Ghost Sect, an ancient heavenly treasure, contains the endless power of faith of the people of the sea wilderness and black water. Back then, Shen Ming couldn't do his best. Today, nature is not the same.

The staff of the Holy Maiden came out. The power of faith fills the sky, like the ocean and the ocean, and like the hurricane that destroys the world. Meantime. The water ripples under Shen Ming's feet were silent, but they spread out again.

Demon power, ghost power, and faith power, three forces in one!

Heavenly Immortal Ninefold. Shen Ming's cultivation realm. Far above the Tiger Demon. The red clothes are like butterflies, the staff is like a dragon, and the endless power directly meets the sword light.

Boom-click--

The heavens shook the earth, and the galaxy shook down.

This time, Shen Ming had already prepared and did not repeat the mistake of breaking the army and killing the gods. The moment the staff struck, she had already retreated sharply. Layers of water waves, rolling up in the sky. It's like a curtain.

Puff puff puff -

Several water curtains were scattered by the aftermath of the impact and flew away. The whole old site of Hanji, the sky is full of rain, the five colors are colorful, it is strange, and it is breathtaking.

The sword light dissipated, and the staff flew back.

"Who's coming?" Shen Ming froze his body, holding his staff, guarding the portal. Although he blocked the blow, Shen Ming's heart was shocked, his qi and blood were churning, and he forcibly suppressed a mouthful of blood.

That White Shadow Monk's skill seems to be better than that of the Heavenly Immortal Ninefold Dà Consummation, isn't it the original immortal?

And the two swords did not kill Shen Ming, and the man in white suddenly stood in the void. Because, for I don't know how many thousands of years, he has never made a third sword.

Today, the failure of the two swords is really an accident.

Goodbye, in the void, a white-clothed monk, standing in style. His face is not middle-aged, but his temples are long and gray, and he dances in the wind.

The white-clothed monk had no sword, but standing there, he was the sharpest sword in heaven and earth. Piercing the sky, breaking the ground, invincible.

The white-clothed monk stood there, and the coercion dispersed, it was an endless killing aura, cold and sensitive, like a real thing. The eyes of the white-clothed monk were more like thousands of years of ice, without any emotion.

Above Shura, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years, no such character has been born. The whitefriar, standing there, seems to be able to kill with his breath.

Most of the people present didn't know who the white-clothed monk in front of them was. Even though the information network of Drunken Demon Luo is quite complex, neither Murong Huang nor Lu Cun Xingjun knows who he is.

At this time, Tang Nu of Blood North Hanji and the innkeeper couldn't help but glance at each other, and the look in their eyes was a little shocked.

In their hearts, they already knew who the person in front of them was.

Tang Nu sighed secretly in his heart, and the look in his eyes changed.

Because, if there is an accident at this time, it is that he has the Venerable Divine Soldier in his hand, and it is estimated that he is definitely not the opponent of this white-clothed monk. When it comes to killing, in the entire Shura Realm, except for the mysterious Xuantian Pavilion Master, there is absolutely no one who can defeat this person in theory.

"Realm of the Void Plain! Step into the Plain in Half a Step!" At this time, although the sick young man saw through the realm of the white-clothed monk at a glance, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

In the Great War of the Three Realms 10,000 years ago, the Demon Continent was torn apart, and the aura was thin. In such a situation, he can actually cultivate to the realm of the Void Yuan, which is really amazing.

Goodbye to the white-clothed monk, standing in the void, did not look at Shen Ming again, nor did he answer Shen Ming's question, but turned to look at Amu.

"The heir of the Demon Lang, if you can go into battle, you and I will fight!"

The tone of the whitefriar's tone was quite flat, but it seemed to have a thousand magical powers, which made people's hearts and souls move with it.

At this time, the three star monarchs of the drunken demon luo urged the formation with all their might. Three thousand black-clothed armor, long and dancing, each like a ghost.

If the Desolate Soul Beast and the Crow Beast also have the cultivation of five thousand years under the Lethe River, even if they urge the Bone Beast Array, they will not be able to resist.

Rao is like this, Amu has already released the two blood soul guards who have become immortals, so there is no need to take action himself. As soon as the Blood Soul Guard came out, the Blood Soul Guard behind Guo Jia in the distance actually buzzed and resonated.

Guo Jia is also constantly calculating, holding the Nai He Bridge in his hand, waiting for the opportunity. It seems that if Amu can't support it here, they will most likely make a move.

As soon as the whitefriar appeared, Amu knew. However, the monk's sword is truly unparalleled. Fang Cai's qiē, Amu has a panoramic view.

It's just that Amu doesn't know the white-clothed monk either. Hearing his call, Amu couldn't help but sneer, and then raised his eyebrows. The body turned slightly.

Except for the sick boy, there would not be a single one of the monks present. See Amu's actions clearly. Just two steps away, Amu was already outside the formation.

The clouds are flowing and the dust is not stained. At this time, everyone understood that such a formation could not trap Amu at all.

The whitefriar. They were all stunned, because he didn't see how Amu came out of the battle.

"Huh?" The Three Star Monarchs of Taihuang, Murong Huang and the others couldn't help but gasp. This was far more than they expected.

"Sky Fox Immortal Step! Awesome!" the sick boy smiled bitterly. I couldn't help but sigh again. No one knows what kind of footwork it is except him.

Amu, sure enough, is the existence of the sky. And his actions like that are due to strength. Objectively, it is also a naked humiliation of Taihuangmen.

"Scatter!" Murong Huang's face turned cold. A soft snort. Goodbye, the three of Pojun, Lu Cun, and Greedy Wolf were sealed at the same time. Three thousand armor and black clothes also suddenly stopped the attack.

Amu is easy to come out of the formation, what is the significance of such a formation?

The Desolate Soul Beast and the Crow did not urge the Bone Beast Array anymore. The Blood Soul Guard also stood in place. For a time, the two sides were quite tacitly opposed.

Everyone's eyes are focused. The white-clad monk and Amu.

"Who's coming, please use your name and surname!" Amu asked the same question as Shen Ming.

The white-robed monk smiled coldly. But he still didn't answer Amu's question, but asked rhetorically: "Are you the descendant of the Demon Lang and the descendant of the Demon Coffin?"

"That's good!" Amu was also cold, "If you know that within the Three Realms, there are still the ancient currents of the sea, I am still a descendant of the sea!"

"The Ancient Streams of the Sea?" the white-clothed monk actually flashed a strange color in his eyes, and then said calmly, "I have never heard of it!"

"From today onwards, you will hear it, and it will be unforgettable!" The smile on Amu's face was a little weird, "Report your name!"

"Kill the Immortal Palace, Mu Baizun!" The white-clothed monk's words were very calm.

However, as soon as these six words came out, everyone inside and outside Hanji Town who heard this name changed their faces. Amu also raised his eyebrows.

In the Demon Continent Shura Realm, monks above the Heavenly Immortal, you may not have seen this white-clothed monk, but there will definitely be no one who has never heard the name Mu Baizun.

The number one killer of the Blood North Continent, the legendary Immortal Killing Hall Master - Mu Baizun. Although, I don't know how many thousands of years, Mu Baizun has not walked in the Shura world.

"The god is dead, Lao Tzu should come!" The corners of Amu's mouth curled, remembering the words of the old man who painted the soul back then. Killing the god is the son of the master of the Immortal Palace.

"That's right!" Mu Baizun smiled coldly, "Killing people to pay for their lives is justified! Today, I don't want to get a ghost coffin, just to avenge my son!"

"Hehe!" Amu sneered, "However, before the God of Killing was dying, he thanked me. Thank you for helping him get out of the cage, he is a bloody Shura, he is no longer him. ”

"Killing the gods, since it is your son, presumably the hall master should know his suffering, and if you don't save him, can you enjoy it?"

Amu's words were very sharp, pointing directly at Mu Baizun's heart.

However, Mu Baizun was unmoved, and sneered: "Three Realms Cultivation, Ten Thousand Law Passages." One qiē, there are gains and losses. The bitter and happy things are all in one heart. No bitterness and no joy is the avenue. ”

"Ridiculous!" Amu looked disdainful, "Isn't it a walking corpse without suffering and no happiness?" I'm afraid you've lost the foundation of your cultivation! You're using your own son, right?"

Mu Baizun shook his head, noncommittal, and said, "Demon Lang heir, today, I am not arguing with you, but to kill you!"

Saying that, Mu Baizun Zhou's body was up and down, and the immortal power was released, which was extremely close to the breath of the original immortal, and it could even be said that there was a trace of the taste of the original immortal.

However, Amu is not afraid.

"Isn't it a bit cruel to kill his son first and then his father?" Amu squinted his eyes and said in a calm tone, and the black rattan under his right arm was already in his hand.

At the same time, in the Amdan sea, the waves are monstrous.

The black coffin began to turn. Endless demonic energy surged in the Dan Sea.

Mu Baizun's cultivation is still above Amu, although he has not entered the original immortal, but he is only one line away. Moreover, Mu Baizun's sword is unpredictable, and Amu will never dare to hold it up.

Mu Baizun is as stable as a mountain and as powerful as a sword. That was the truly most powerful enemy that Amu Xiu had encountered since he was an immortal.

Mu Baizun did not rush to make a move, but raised his hand slightly. A lightsaber gradually condensed, more than four feet, like a bolt of lightning, and was grasped in his hand.

At that moment, Mu Baizun was dressed like a god in white. The style of killing immortals of a generation is fully revealed.

The whole Hanji is suffocating. Everyone, waiting for the earth-shattering battle. Shen Ming, who had just received Mu Baizun's sword, frowned. She knew how powerful Mu Baizun's sword was.

However, Amu's expression was still calm. However, at this time, a voice suddenly came from the void.

"Mu Baizun, have you lived a little long, have you forgotten who the demon lang is?"

In a word, the tone is flat, but it reverberates in the world. (To be continued......)