The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

"Wait a minute!"

The next moment, Han Qizhi suddenly stopped everyone with his arm across, holding the shaking skull in his mutilated left hand.

At this moment, the seven golden lines on the surface of the demon's skull all broke, and ink-black blood oozed out.

"This is not a fight we can get involved in."

The old monk stared at the crack in the sky with his one eye.

"The pattern on that demon's hand. The 'Starry Sky Demonic Pattern' of the Sky Wing Demon Clan's demon leader!"

As if to confirm his words, the giant hand that stretched across the sky suddenly snapped its fingers. The seemingly light action instantly dimmed the sword light between heaven and earth by three points.

The next moment, the mighty aftermath turned into visible black ripples sweeping across the sky.

The entire Yuyang City's defense formation "cracked" and cracked into spider-web-like patterns.

Fairy Qingxia suddenly groaned, and the broken jade cup in her hand completely turned into powder.

She stared at her palm.

"What a powerful force! With just one strike, my magic weapon was shattered by the residual force from a hundred miles away?"

now.

Ye Yang stood on the Yuyang City, and the sea breeze mixed with the fishy, ​​salty and rotten smell blew in his face.

The Evil King Sword and the Red Maple Sword crossed in front of Ye Yang's chest. He stared at the huge devil fist falling from the sky with sharp eyes.

The devil's fist came across from the sky, as big as a mountain, its surface covered with hideous blood vessels and black scales, as well as indescribable strange devil patterns, especially the sharp bone spurs on the knuckles. At this moment, it came down from the sky with the momentum of destroying everything and smashed down heavily.

Before the huge devil's fist arrived, the violent air pressure had already caused the rocks under Ye Yang's feet to crack into pieces.

"Well done!"

A sneer appeared on Ye Yang's lips, and the true energy in his body surged like a river.

At this moment, the Wanxiang Futu Jue was running wildly, and the magic power in the body condensed into substance, and the next moment it was all poured into the sword in his hand.

"The knife has no shadow, the sword has no trace, the sword comes out and cuts through the wind and clouds!"

Ye Yang's figure was as fast as lightning, and his sword drew two bright rays of light.

One sword and one knife, one yin and one yang, intertwined in the air to form thousands of sword beams and sword shadows.

The sword lights and shadows were only a few feet in size at first, but they continuously absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth during their flight, expanding to a hundred feet in the blink of an eye. Moreover, there were so many of them that they collided with the devil's fist without limit.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a blinding flash of white light.

Then, the magic fist split neatly in the middle and was cut into four pieces.

The black demonic blood poured down like a rainstorm, making a hissing corrosive sound when it landed on the sea.

The severed demon's hand slammed heavily on the beach, causing the earth to tremble violently and stirring up sand waves dozens of feet high.

Ye Yang's robe fluttered, but he did not move at all, just staring coldly at the white bone demon ship in the distance.

The huge ship made up of countless bones was originally coming through the waves.

Seeing this horrifying scene, it was as if he was under a spell of immobilization, and he was forcibly stopped a hundred feet away from the coast.

The empty machine guns on the hull were all staring at Ye Yang with fear.

"Why, you don't dare to come over!"

Ye Yang put the Evil King Sword and the Void Red Lotus Sword back into their sheaths.

The strike just now seemed simple, but it actually contained his decades of understanding of the way of swords. On the deck of the Skeleton Demon Ship, a man covered in a black robe stood at the bow. His whole body was covered in a dark red cloak, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Damn it, the intelligence is wrong! Yuyang City is already at the end of its rope, how come such a powerful person appears now?"

"Sir, what should we do now? Continue the attack?"

A demon nearby with wings spread out behind him asked cautiously.

The man in black robe pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled sinisterly.

"No hurry, that man's swordsmanship is too powerful, we should stay the same in the face of change, and wait for a while."

"The one who made the move should be Ye Yang, the master of both sword and knife from Feitian Sect. He actually cut off the 'Holy Ancestor Demon Fist' of Lord Demon with one sword and one knife! I have never seen such a sharp sword method!"

"The sword and the spear are both excellent. They are indeed worthy of their reputation."

The blood-stained man's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. He paused and continued.

"Not only that, the opponent's strength is far more than just the ordinary Yuanshen Dao realm. I'm afraid he has already touched the threshold of the Lianxu Dao realm. Just now, I sensed a powerful void force when he attacked."

Dozens of black-robed monks on the deck were silent, and no one dared to respond.

The sea breeze brought with it a fishy and salty smell, mixed with the stench of the devil's hand that had just been cut off.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the stern and a monk came running over in panic.

"Report! Lord Zongmo, the sacrifice we captured has rebelled!"

The man in blood-stained clothes had a stern expression. As his sleeves fluttered, a powerful and murderous spiritual power suddenly surged like a turbulent undercurrent.

"You're useless! You can't even do such a small thing."

The demon who came to report the news was instantly hit by a heavy hammer. His whole body shook as if he had been bombarded by nine-day thunder, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Then he let out a "wow" and spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood. The whole person flew backwards several feet like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

"Kill all those sacrifices immediately. If we let them lure the murderer here, our plan will all be in vain, and all our years of hard work will be ruined in an instant!"

The demon's eyes were sinister, and his voice was deep and full of unquestionable majesty. A man in black armor, kneeling on one knee, trembling slightly, spoke cautiously.

"Master Zongmo, if Ye Yang were to board the ship, we would be able to fight back with all our strength..."

There was a hint of worry in his words, as if he was weighing every word, afraid of angering the person in front of him.

Zong Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, as if hesitating about something. After a while, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and without waiting for the man in black armor to finish speaking, he gave the order without hesitation.

"Pass the order and set sail immediately."

After a pause, he added coldly, "This blood sacrifice in Yuyang City will be abandoned here."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, all the monks around were shocked and couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

One of them bravely said, "But how should we explain to Lord Demon?"

Zong Mo snorted coldly: "The Demon Lord wants the secret of heaven, not the blood of this girl. Since Ye Yang has already noticed it, forcible action will only hurt both sides."

He took a long look toward the coast.

"Both swords and sabers are amazing. Let's go!"

Following a dull horn sound, the huge bone ship began to slowly change direction.

The friction between the hull bones made a tooth-grinding "crunching" sound, and the stern discharged black sewage, drawing a dirty track on the sea surface, slowly moving away. (End of this chapter)