When the people from the Demon Sect start to fight, they will not talk about any kindness to others. The rules of the world and the ruthless actions are so cruel and ruthless that the Shuzhou martial arts masters cannot handle it. In the blink of an eye, there will be heavy casualties.

As soon as life and death were approaching, the martial arts masters in Shuzhou also fought back, and the battle instantly entered a white-hot stage.

Qin Zhao, the leader of the Beishu Association, was in danger at this time. He clearly had his five old brothers beside him, but at this time he felt as if he was facing an enemy alone.

The master of the Magic Sect opposite said it was one person, but it could also be said to be two people, because the two were a pair of twins, two heads, four arms, and four thighs, but they enjoyed a torso, connected back to back, wrapped in rag strips, without a single hair on the body, and the pale body smelled like a smelly maggot. The four arms were as long and thin as bamboo joints, which looked like a chill.

That's not all. The opponent's skill has reached the middle stage of "Return to the Void Realm", and the viciousness of the attack is simply outrageous...

Qin Zhao chopped off the golden silk sword in his hand, and the strange man in front of him smiled sinisterly, and he ignored the sword and grabbed it directly at Qin Zhao's chest with his palms. His bloody hands had already grabbed the hearts of several Shuzhou masters!

At the same time, the other person behind the monster suddenly moved his hands on his head, put his palms together, and suddenly clamped Qin Zhao's big sword. With Qin Zhao's strong skills, he did not break free at all.

At this moment, the bloody hands of the weird man in front of him had already reached his chest...

"Be careful!"

At a critical moment, a brother next to him suddenly ran over and knocked Qin Zhao away without any hesitation. He let him escape the disaster. But with a scream, the big stick man was inserted into the chest by the monster's hands, and blood was sprayed on his mouth, but he came up with a fierce force and still waved the big stick and smashed it on the monster's head!

Other Shuzhou masters around rushed forward to save the person, but the weirdo was very quick to move. The monster behind him, which was as thin and long as bamboo poles, grabbed the big man's arms and stopped the big stick from smashing down. The monster who inserted his hands into the opponent's chest took the opportunity to pull it down, and a loud bang, opened it open, blood and internal organs gushed out, splashing the monster's head and face, and then grabbed the opponent's thighs with both hands, raised his head and giggled. Then he thrust hard...

The body of the stick-holder was immediately divided into four pieces...

"Brother..." Qin Zhao looked at him with flaws, and raised the big knife in his hand and slaughtered him like a life-threatening one.

The strange man, holding his four-handed body, attacked fiercely at the heroes of Shuzhou coming up around him. His strange body was spinning constantly and blood scattered. Except for the masters of the Beishu Association who shared the same hatred of the enemy, the other people were robbed for a while, and their fear spread immediately.

ah!--

Screams were heard on the other side, and several disciples from Wanjian Pavilion were dismembered by mysterious sword blades. One of the young and beautiful female disciples was captured in the hand by a purple-robed monster. They bit off their throats in one bite, and the gushes of blood were swallowed by him. The scene was extremely terrifying.

There are many younger disciples in Wanjian Pavilion, and some of them have been knocked down by fear, and then they have abandoned their weapons and turned around and fled.

The sword light flew up and fled and flew down.

A middle-aged beautiful woman shouted loudly: "A disciple of Wanjian Pavilion obeys the order and dares to escape in the battle, and will be killed immediately!"

The iron-blooded method was immediately effective. Not only the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion, but also other Shuzhou masters who were determined to escape also trembled. They put away their thoughts of escaping, and gritted their teeth and rushed towards these group of murderous demons without blinking.

Amitabha!

With the Buddha's name, Master Long Yun of Huanglong Temple was hit by a heavy punch from Yinghuo Tianjun. The blood spurted out was full of anger, but he also killed a master of the Demon Sect on the spot.

Although the master of the Demon Sect had great martial arts skills, he was despicable. He specifically looked for the Shuzhou hero with low martial arts skills. He also had cruel means. No opponents he attacked could die. He had to wail in pain for a while before he could die. He deliberately acted like this, and with cruel means, he destroyed the fighting spirit of the Shuzhou hero. Even Master Long Yun, who was compassionate, was unable to suppress his murderous intentions. He would rather be seriously injured by Ying Huo and shock the Demon Sect master to death. Seeing the other party's corpse slumped on the ground, Master Long Yun laughed at the sky, "Die well, die well!"

"The thief was killed!"

The Emperor Yinghuo was filled with smoke and flames. He suddenly punched Master Long Yun’s back. The gloomy flame released by the magic skill formed a demon the size of a water tank, opened his mouth and ate it wildly.

At this moment, the world was reflected in a black and red light, which shows that Ying Huo's punch was really a gathering of his life's skills and his power was extraordinary.

Not far away, Tong Dingfang, the leader of the Tong Horse Gang, spoke in a hurry: "Master, be careful!"

But just now, Yinghuo Tianjun's punch had already hit his valve. At this time, even the protective energy was not working, so how could he have the energy to escape?

Master Long Yun let out a sigh, silently chanted "Amitabha", clasped his hands together, slowly closed his eyes, and waited for the moment when Zhongquan died...

"master……"

Master Long Yun has a great prestige in Shuzhou. In times of crisis, countless heroes around him were about to break their eyes, but they were already unable to rescue him. Seeing that the King of Yinghuo was hit by a punch, he looked like he couldn't bear to look at him.

But just as the King of Yinghuo laughed wildly and Master Long Yun closed his eyes and waited for death, a cold voice suddenly sounded next to him: "The dog's paws are annoying!"

Yinghuo Tianjun's pupils shrank suddenly, because in an instant, something almost impossible happened. Originally, this punch should have been printed on the vest of the old monk Long Yun, but suddenly a big hand that stretched out from somewhere stood out, blocking directly in front of his fist.

The white and quiet light as jade spread out, and the jade-like palms and jade-like energy gently held their fists.

The strange flames wrapped around the fist, like a demon, suddenly extinguished under the jade-colored light, revealing his right fist with blue veins bulging...

"this……"

The Firefly Heavenly Lord raised his head in horror, and faced him with a young face as white as jade but gloomy as water instantly made him lose his mind, "You—!?"

The other party smiled slightly with a young and handsome face, "It's me, Ye Qingxuan!"

Ying Huo Tianjun broke free in shock, but suddenly found that his right hand was as if it was not his. His whole right hand seemed to be a forbidden zone on his body. The vast magic skills were completely unable to be used on his right hand!

!?

At this moment, the King of Yinghuo finally remembered his identity and one of the two great demon-eliminating magical skills in the world.

not good!

When this thought arose, Ye Qingxuan's left hand had already shrunk into a knife and suddenly rushed towards him...

kill--

Li Muru's eyes were red at this time, and he had no good feelings for the Demon Sect at all. Although he was very cunning and ambitious, he could not escape the word fame and fortune, but at the same time, he was indeed deeply influenced by Confucian culture and attached great importance to orthodox theory. A cultivation method like the Demon Sect that violates human nature, he absolutely wanted to eliminate it and get it away.

Dangdangdang!

The Sect Master Yingliu, who was directly opposite, seemed tall and thin, but his hands were as gold as iron. He blocked Li Muru's more than ten sword attacks with empty hands. His body was cut back continuously by his powerful force, and he was in a mess, but Li Muru did not do anything to the other party...

The Luohu Heavenly Lord next to him condensed into a huge ball, raised his hands high and smashed towards Li Muru suddenly. The black mist, like a cloud and a sea, immediately dispersed. Its unique energy has the attribute of corroding the vitality of the human body. Even the Heavenly Lord of the Fat and the other 36 Dao Sect Master hurriedly avoided.

Only Li Muru snorted coldly, suddenly drilled into the black gas mass, and the protective energy on his body resisted the invasion, and even hid his figure. The four masters of the demon sect around him suddenly lost his trace.

Almost subconsciously, the four masters of the Demon Sect flew backwards at the same time...

The bright light suddenly rises!

The light of Li Muru's sword turned into a light dragon, rushed out of the black air again, and headed straight to the other 36 sect leader in a wide black robe beside the Sect Master Yingliu.

The sect leader exclaimed, and seeing that he could not dodge, his black robe immediately shook and covered Li Muru with a shout. His body shrank and he disappeared.

Li Muru was also shocked. When the sword shook, the light dragon suddenly hovered, shattering the black robe. After his body fell to the ground, his body shook, and the contaminated protective energy shattered like glass and fell directly to the ground.

The demons' eyes immediately shrank, and they finally did not dare to underestimate the Sword Lord who was hiding under the Sword God.

"Li Muru, you are hiding so deeply!"

An old and hoarse voice came slowly, and the demons dodged, revealing an old man who was only 1.5 meters tall, hunched, and incredibly old. After every step of the cold air on his body, a layer of blue floating ice was left on the ground.

The old man smiled sinisterly and continued, "For so many years, your light has been covered by Li Muchan, and even my Holy Sect has not noticed your power..."

Pa, pa, pa...

The old man applauded himself and exclaimed: "You are really amazing, amazing!"

Xuanwu—

Li Muru frowned and said in a deep voice: "The Emperor Xuanwu is here. Will you and me have a big fight in the following battle?"

Xuanwu smiled, and the folds on his face piled up together, and said calmly: "What's wrong?"

"please--"

Li Muru shouted loudly, and the bright light suddenly went up to the heavy tower, like a huge pillar of light soaring into the sky. Then the pillar of light split into ten, turning into ten light dragons and entangled with them. The strong wind brought by the qi made the demon kings retreat in a hurry. The warriors on both sides of the righteous path, who were originally fighting fiercely, were even more unsteady and in chaos.

At this moment, it seems that this place has become the absolute focus of the battle between good and evil... (To be continued...)

The magic flame is overwhelming:
Chapter completed!