Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 568 The Peerless Sword of Fenghua, Slaying Demons and Exterminating Calamity

High temperature and flames, with such righteous power, are probably the properties of mana that a monk of the magic way would be least willing to encounter besides thunder and Buddha's light.

Gu Yuzhenzun controls the infinite red blazing golden flame, holds the pure yang golden sword of the seventh-order primordial spirit magic weapon, descends almost like a god, and refines the sea of ​​​​blood.

"Hey!"

In an instant, it seemed as if a volcano erupted, and countless magma poured into rivers, lakes and seas, boiling everything and condensing everything.

The sky is full of blood-red high-temperature steam. If the previous blood-red eyes were mostly hallucinations, and the artistic conception is here, then the blood-red steam at this time is real, and it is the product of mutual annihilation between the domineering firepower and the blood river.

The True Sun Flame and the Endless Blood River saw each other for a while, and the two sides gradually became confrontational and mutually consuming in the air, and there was a stalemate for a while.

But how could this peerless killing move carefully prepared by the Qiankun Shengmo old man not be carefully protected? At the same time that Gu Yu Zhenzun was casting spells and refining with all his strength, one after another huge pillars of magic power soared into the sky. From the beginning, there are four ways of extreme evil, extreme evil, extreme fierceness, and extreme poison.

The Qiankun Demon Ancestor, who possesses the source energy of all demons, stands up to four generals, and all of them are in the realm of the demonic primordial spirit, rushing out in four directions.

At this time, the leader of the Charming Four Generals was You Jintong from back then. A heavy blow, if the sword hadn't been shot in time, it would have almost fallen on the spot.

The old man Qiankun Shengmo turned into the ancient demon of Heavenly Sin. Under the wind of the sword, the flame of the sword, the light of the sword, and the death of the sword, his body continuously melted and died, turning into a black liquid, even the faintest of them The vitality was all wiped out, completely cutting off the possibility of its resurrection.

It has a dark aura spreading all over its body, and it can forcibly knock down the monk's mana. The Ancient Jade True Venerable, who was in a stalemate with the blood sea Styx, was enveloped by its aura. At that time, his mana was knocked down to a large level. It has already crossed the space, and a claw protruded out to tear and attack.

However, in the face of such a killing situation, Gu Yu Zhenzun did not panic at all, and indeed there was nothing to panic and nothing to panic about. Before the start of this battle, Zhang Lie had already seen through the hiding of this killing move, and now he naturally There are countermeasures.

The four charming generals appeared, and the mana aura of Daoyuan God Realm on Kunyuan Mountain also suddenly rose.

Suddenly, a terrifying ancient demon jumped out of it.

Standing in front of Senior Li Chenzi, Zhang Lie held the sword formula by his side, and swung it suddenly. Behind him, there was a pair of brilliant white-gold huge sword wings, and swung them through the air.

Because there should be no more than twenty such thunderbolts in the entire Xuanhuang world, and most of them have been stored away. This is a treasure enough to establish a sect.

And in fact, it is.

Yuanshen swordsmanship, Xuantian sword wings.

No one expected that Zhang Lie would use this level of Yuanshen Heavenly Tribulation Thunder in the first place. The ferocity of the method shocked the surrounding four generals and the Yuanshen cultivators of Kunyuan Mountain into astonishment:
Shouldn't such a treasure that can be finalized in one go be used at the last moment?Or, do you still have it?

Although it was such a judgment, most of the monks present couldn't believe it.

Believe it or not, an old man wearing a white robe and wearing white socks and straw sandals slowly appeared in the midst of the thunder and blood. His face was dark and weathered, and he looked a little old. But it gave off an indescribably powerful feeling. His gaze was fixed on Zhang Lie, and there was an irrepressible murderous intent in it.

That is Xuantian Sword Wing, that is the dance of death and destruction.

In addition to the agility and brilliance in his eyes, the eyes of the charming three generals were chaotic, full of vicious and murderous intent, and his sanity was obviously wiped out by the Qiankun Demon Ancestor.

Gu Yuzhenzun's pure yang method is currently the most effective way to restrain the blood shadow magic art, and no one will allow him to be besieged.

Even the incarnation of the Heavenly Sin Ancient Demon, who was as powerful as the old man Qiankun Shengmo, painstakingly refined, his body seemed to dissolve and dissipate very slowly under this peerless swordsmanship beyond this world.

bang.

bang.

Only Zhang Lie's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't make a move immediately.

Just after the monks on Kunyuan Mountain intercepted the four charmers, there was a faint black shadow shaking from the sea of ​​blood in the Styx River.

During the terrifying thunder and flame purification, the Blood Sea Styx dried up more than [-]% in a short period of time.

Jian Yi, Gong Ziyuan, Zhou Gongliang and others who are fighting against the four charming generals, watching this kind of swordsmanship, just feel that this life is worthwhile, to be able to see, greet, and witness, such killing and destructive power is really extremely sweet matter.

Following Zhang Lie's dance of death, the wind of the sword, the flame of the sword, the light of the sword, and the death of the sword suddenly enveloped the entire Kunyuan Mountain.

Then, behind Zhang Lie, another sword wing appeared, and his figure disappeared again, beheading extremely fast, extremely accurate, extremely ruthless, ferocious without leaving any room for leeway.

As a trump card for guarding the Nether Blood River, the Ancient Demon of Heaven's Sin, its theoretical lethality can completely strangle a late-stage Yuanshen monk like Gu Yu, or at least severely injure him, and there are not too many late-stage Yuanshen monks anywhere. many.

But Zhang Lie had an insight into this card, and then opened one of his own cards to cover it. Not only that, but at the moment when he killed the ancient demon of Heavenly Sin, Zhang Lie threw two dark balls about the size of his fist. A lot of flames and lightning can be seen in the red crystal ball, flickering in the chaos.

At the same time, the forty-eight thousand blood shadow clones hidden in the Blood Sea Styx also suddenly joined together and rushed out. They all attacked Gu Yu Zhenzun, and they seemed to strangle him first, at least severely wounded him, and wiped out all of them. The hindrance of exercise restraint.

Fast, too fast, even faster and more flexible than the teleportation space in a short distance.

As a result, Zhang Lie appeared in front of the Ancient Heavenly Sin Demon holding the golden and blue swords in an instant, swung the two swords, and the Ancient Heavenly Sin Demon was immediately sent flying backwards by the slash.

Ignite life, forget death, unreserved will to kill!
Xuantian Sword Wing only appeared for a split second before disappearing, but Zhang Lie's figure also disappeared at the same time.

Lihuo Nanming's divine light and thunder erupted, the thunder smashed the evil spirits, and the fire burned the devil's energy. Zhang Lie threw it into the bloody Styx River, and all the power exploded.

Zhang Lie raised his head and stared at him: Since we have come here, between you and me, there is only one who can get out alive.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

The old man undoubtedly understood the will in the eyes of the young man below, but he laughed wildly because of this, not only because of his disdain, but also because this is one of the top ten magic skills, the Heavenly Demon Calls the Soul.

Although the blood shadow magical skill is powerful, it is only less than one-tenth of the old man's demon cultivation.

(End of this chapter)