The sword of the Demon Sect in the hand of Daoxuan Zhenren is also a treasure of the Taoist sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. In addition, Daoxuan Zhenren is an important master in the Taoist sect, and its strength is not inferior to Xuanming and Wudaozi and others. This time, Wudang Mountain did not encounter the disaster of the White Lotus Sect encirclement and suppression, and it also relied on the sword of the Demon Sect in his hand to shock the villains.

This sword of killing ghosts and subduing demons is also regarded as the treasure of Wudang Mountain and will not be easily shown. This time, Daoxuan Zhenren invited the sword out and exerted an unrivaled power as soon as he came up. Suddenly, thousands of rays of light suddenly appeared, and countless qi swords flew everywhere, covering countless monsters that were surrounded by the iron-faced black-robed man in the qi sword. He suddenly flew with flesh and blood and screamed in pain, just like a purgatory on earth.

Even Wu Feng, who was not far away, was a little amazed when he saw this scene. Seeing Daoxuan Zhenren displaying his divine power, Wu Feng suddenly remembered something. Daoxuan Zhenren was able to pull the power of the Xuanhuang in the world and kill the demons. That is to say, after the formation barrier was broken, he could already communicate the power outside the formation barrier, so that his and his senior brother's killer move could come in handy.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng was a little inexplicably excited and hurriedly shouted to Zhou Ming not far away: Senior Brother, attract the sky thunder

Zhou Ming was still wielding his sword to kill the iron-armored generals. When he heard Wu Feng shouting, he finally reacted. He looked up at the big holes that had been broken above his head. Snowflakes fell into the barrier. He couldn't help but laugh out loud and said hatefully: I'm almost smoking when I break the barrier. Today, let me see how powerful I am and taste the feeling of being killed by thunder.

After saying that, Zhou Ming swept out a sword and forced several iron-armored generals to retreat. Then he pointed the sword at the sky. The Chiwen bone sword in his hand flowed with lightning, black air filled with demonic energy. He quickly pinched a few hand gestures in his hand, muttering words in his mouth. In the sky, dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning clashed, and the rumbling sound of thunder shocked everyone's eardrums.

Zhou Ming's face turned red, and his whole body's spiritual power was concentrated on the hand holding the Chiwen Bone Sword, and then injected into the Chiwen Bone Sword. The thunder filled the sword body. With Zhou Ming shouting:

A thunder with fangs and claws rolled down from the big hole above his head and hit the ground hard. A golden light suddenly exploded in the densest place of the iron armored soldiers. Countless iron armored soldiers let out a shrill ghost roar under this heavy blow, and their souls suddenly flew away and were annihilated.

Above the sky, black clouds rolled, and thunder became increasingly dense. Several lightning bolts made the surrounding area clear, and lightning was constantly injected into the Chiwen bone sword in Zhou Ming's hand. The heavy pressure forced Zhou Ming to slash those thunders. Whether it was the iron-armored soldiers, countless monsters, or those black-robed iron-faced men, they were ruthlessly crushed, and were scorched by the sky thunder, and the inside was tender and flesh flew everywhere.
Chapter completed!