The black and purple mist was absorbed, and the demon shook his arms again, "whoosh" and "whoosh" twice, and two bone spurs from his elbow ejected, one hovered and landed in front of him.

The five fingers of the two palms grabbed the two bone spurs in their hands, and the demonic energy in the arms was frantically poured into them, "hum", the bone spurs buzzed and trembled, suddenly turned into jet black, slowly elongated with a strange light, and finally turned into two strange weapons like spears and swords.

And at the moment when these two weapons were formed, a touch of blush flashed on this demon's face, and his breath withered a lot, as if the release of this method had caused him to lose a lot of vitality.

Seeing that the momentum of this demon was greatly reduced, Qinglian Jianzun waved the long sword in his hand, pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the flying sword suddenly turned into a dazzling blue light and flew out of his hand.

Under a blur, a green sword shadow resurfaced, and under the change of its sword technique, the overwhelming sword shadow suddenly condensed, turning into a giant sword dozens of zhang long, and then under the expressionless wave of the Qinglian Sword Venerable's face, it slashed downward.

The black-clothed demon cultivator's body turned around, stirring the dark clouds and rolling, and the black mist butterflies in the sky surged out again, and under his mouthful of essence blood spurted out, they all turned into blood red, and the bloody qi rose up, surging towards the ancient demons.

In the face of the menacing joint attack of the two, the ancient demon grinned, showed a disdainful smile, moved his arms, waved his right arm horizontally, and slashed down with his left arm.

Two black blades of light flew out silently, crossed into a huge black cross, and slashed straight towards the giant sword. At the same time, the figure shook slightly, dragging out an afterimage, and disappeared in place in an instant, avoiding the blood-colored butterflies that swarmed over.

At this moment, the Optimus Greatsword slashed down and collided violently with the ushering black cross. There was an earth-shattering bang, centered on the place where the two collided. The air distorted, the humming sound was so loud that even the void could not withstand the huge pressure, and the tiny white marks suddenly cut through the void and disappeared in an instant.

The blue light and black rays intertwined and fused, and finally condensed into a blue-black thunderball. Slammed into the void, suddenly knocked out a black hole several inches large, and disappeared into it in a flash.

When Qinglian Sword Venerable saw this scene, his face sank.

His natal sword pill has been cultivated by his primordial spirit for nearly a thousand years, and his power is so great, and he is still on top of some top-level ancient treasures, and he has used one of the top secret techniques he has learned, and he can't help this demon to strike casually, what is that black weapon transformed by bone spurs?

A flash of black light. The figure of the ancient demon appeared dozens of zhang away, and his eyes also showed surprise, Fang Cai's black cross seemed inconspicuous, but it was stimulated by the white bone demon, and most of his own demon yuan was condensed, and it was actually killed with the attack of a primordial monk, which naturally made him slightly stunned.

Chen Yang, who was fighting for hundreds of feet, saw this shocking scene. Dumbfounded, he couldn't help but look worried.

Since both sides have come up with the strongest means. The battle is likely to be decided in a short period of time.

If the Qinglian Sword Venerable wins, it's okay, although the black-clothed demon cultivator is not a friend or foe, but with the protection of the Qinglian Sword Venerable, there will be no danger, but if the ancient demon wins, it will be very bad. According to the demon's method of swallowing the primordial infant and chewing the soul, it is impossible for him to reincarnate and rebuild.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang couldn't help but step up refining the medicinal power, and spiritual power gushed out from the dantian. It flows through the meridians of the whole body, nourishing the meridians and physical injuries.

Then he gritted his teeth, took out a green jade bottle from his arms, showed a painful look in his eyes, pulled the cork off the bottle, and poured all the spiritual liquid inside into his mouth.

These are the only thousand-year-old spiritual milk he has left, and if he swallows them all in one go, he will naturally feel very heartbroken, but at this moment, Chen Yang can't take care of so much, at least he must recover part of his strength before the victory or defeat of the big battle, otherwise he can't run away even if he wants to.

As soon as the thousand-year-old spiritual milk was swallowed, it immediately turned into a trace of pure spiritual power, moisturizing the dried meridian dantian, and in a few breaths, most of the mana was restored, Chen Yang was a little relieved, and he focused on the battle in the distance.

After the eyes of the ancient demon flashed, his body did not move, and a large stream of demonic qi came out behind him again, instantly condensed into more than ten black Jiao, and pounced directly on Qinglian Jianzun.

And the ancient demon flickered in a few flashes, and came to the dark cloud where the black-clothed demon cultivator was hiding, and jumped into it without saying a word.

After seeing the trickiness of the Qinglian Sword Venerable, this demon decisively shifted the target, planning to clean up the relatively weak opponent of the black-clothed demon cultivator first, and then go all out to deal with the Qinglian Sword Venerable.

Suddenly, the dark clouds were boiling, the energy was agitated, and the loud noises were loud again and again.

At this time, Qinglian Sword Venerable finally solved the black Jiao that was entangled with him, and in a flash, he flew to the dark clouds, facing the tumbling dark clouds, raised his sword several times to stab, and put it down with a hesitant expression.

It's not that the Qinglian Sword Venerable throws a rat taboo, if there is a chance to hit this demon in one fell swoop, it will affect the black-clothed demon cultivator, and he will not hesitate at all.

It's just that this demon cloud has the effect of isolating his divine sense, and with the strength of his divine sense, he can only vaguely sense some of it, and he is really not sure.

Just when Qinglian Sword Venerable was in a dilemma, there was a sudden change in the dark clouds, only to hear the black-clothed demon cultivator let out a painful scream, and the next moment, a black thing fell from the dark clouds, "plopped", and fell to the ground.

This thing is the corpse of a black-clothed demon cultivator, with a huge hole in its abdomen, empty, and there is no trace of blood, which is extremely eye-catching.

Then the black shadow flashed, Qinglian Sword Venerable subconsciously took a few steps back, and the ancient demon flew out of the dark clouds, holding the two strange weapons upside down in one hand, and the five fingers of the other hand were open, grabbing the Yuan Ying of the black-clothed demon cultivator.

This demon showed a hideous smile on his face, ignoring the pleading of the Yuan Ying in his hand, grabbed it with his big hand and brought it to his mouth, his mouth opened at an incredible angle, and swallowed the Yuan Ying in one bite, chewing a few times with his teeth moving, and showing a look of satisfaction on his face.

Immediately turned to face Qinglian Sword Venerable, a trace of greed flashed in this demon's eyes, and the purple and black tongue stretched out and licked it on his lips, with a look of unfinished meaning.

Qinglian Jianzun's expression was solemn, and the sword in his hand made a sword roar of "Zheng", floating upside down in front of him, and his fighting spirit did not decrease but rose.

Seeing this, the demon was a little surprised, but he didn't care about it immediately. After he swallowed a Yuan Infant, the Demon Yuan had already recovered a lot, and he really didn't want to drag it out any longer.

His hands suddenly closed together, rubbed them a few times, and in a flash of black light, the two black bone spurs suddenly melted and fused, and elongated in the black mang, turning into a black spear.

Qinglian Sword Venerable had a cold face, his hands changed his sword technique, and a green sword shadow rose and flew up, and under the rapid rotation and blurring, a round of cyan full moon suddenly appeared in the void.

The demon lifted the black light spear upside down in his right hand, took a deep breath, his arm suddenly expanded, and with a violent swing of it, it flew out with a roaring electric shot, spanning a distance of dozens of zhang, and stabbed towards the Qinglian Sword Venerable.

Qinglian Sword Venerable's pupils shrank slightly, and he did not hesitate to urge in his hand, and the cyan full moon fell obliquely, as if it was slow and fast, blocking in front of him and facing it.

At the moment when the full moon of the light spear was about to collide, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the demon's face.

When he saw the black light spear disappear in a flash, when it reappeared, it was already behind the full moon, and it was lightning fast, breaking through several lines of defense hastily laid by the Qinglian Sword Venerable, and in its horrified gaze, it passed through its abdomen.

Seeing this, the demon couldn't help laughing, and as soon as his body shook, he was about to step forward to pick the results of the battle, but his face immediately froze, and his eyes showed a look of anger.

I saw Qinglian Jianzun look down at the hollow in his abdomen, and then his face flashed, his hands moved, and he pinched out a strange trick, and with a mouth, an egg big cyan pill squirted out, dripping in the air and spinning.

Then the blue light flashed around his body, and an astonishing aura suddenly emerged from his body, his face suddenly turned red like blood, and countless blood streaks emerged from under his skin and gushed out, converging into a blood ball the size of a skull in an instant.

As early as when the jet-black light spear disappeared strangely and pierced the abdomen of the Qinglian Sword Venerable, Chen Yang quietly took more than ten steps back, his face changed several times, and his ten fingers jumped rapidly, and he was about to cast the rainbow light escape method.

Although his body was damaged at this time, and his mana had not fully recovered, forcibly casting this secret technique would inevitably cause a great loss of vitality, and Yan Zhan even fell into the realm out of thin air, but seeing that the demon's victory was in sight, he couldn't care too much for the sake of his life.

As soon as the secret technique began, Chen Yang saw the strange appearance of Qinglian Sword Venerable, his expression was stunned, and his hand was relieved.

At this moment, Qinglian Sword Venerable let out a loud cry of pain, and from his feet upwards, his body burst open inch by inch, turning into a large blood mist, pouring into the blood cells.

The blood ball became more and more dazzling, and at the moment when Qinglian Sword Venerable's body turned into nothing, the blood flashed, forming a blood-colored sword light, hovering in mid-air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly in the direction of the demon.

The next moment, a "boom" sounded!

The blood-colored sword light shot straight out like thunder and lightning, and the endless cold bloody sword qi swept through most of the sky in an instant.

The demon's heart sank and then he was ferocious, and he didn't have time to summon back the black light spear, and the demonic qi on his body came out, turning into a layer of black light, and then his right arm was raised, and his left arm was torn off, and the "bang" burst and was absorbed by the black shield out of thin air, and the shield suddenly transformed into a demonic black and red color.

Boom!

The blood-colored sword light and the shield slammed together, a round of blood-colored sun rose instantly, the light was full, the eyes of the stabbing person were about to cry, and a visible air wave appeared out of thin air, whistling in all directions, where the air flow passed, the grass and trees were lodging, the gravel was rolling, and even Chen Yang, who was hundreds of zhang away, felt that his breath was stagnant, and his clothes were hunting.

But he didn't pay any attention to it, his eyes didn't blink, his mana was poured into his eyes, he stared at the explosion, his hands clenched, and his nails pierced deep into his palms without realizing it.

A moment later, the blood-colored sun disappeared without a trace, and a figure was revealed in the dust. (To be continued......)