Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

One after another, more people borrowed the Zhenyang Stone to lure away the pursuers for the rest of the people, but often only Yangyang returned to Anle.

Yan Cang, who had a broken arm, walked up to An Le and said in a muffled voice, "Wuxu, give me the Zhenyang Stone."

The tired Xuan Gongming frowned and looked at him, with doubt in his eyes.

Yan Cang sneered and said, "Don't get me wrong. I'm not doing this for you. I'm only doing this for the king and the other original people."

"Old King Yuan has done me a favor, and now is the time to repay him."

Soon, Yan Cang stepped into the darkness holding the Zhenyang Stone.

There was a sound like an explosion behind everyone, as if a huge sun had erupted, and the whispering of the evil demon stopped.

Not long after, Yangyang caught up with them again.

After a brief period of calm, the evil spirits re-emerged.

Anle smiled and said, "Gongming, it's our turn now."

Xuan Gongming stood beside him silently and said to Yuan Zhuo: "Azhuo, you must live!"

Yuan Zhuo watched their backs disappear into the darkness, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned around to move forward.

Chapter 317

Under the dark night.

The Zhenyang Stone emits a quiet light that dispels darkness, but at the same time, it also attracts the attention of many evil spirits.

It seems that because of the special material of Zhenyang Stone, or perhaps because of its power to resist darkness, the evil demons seem to attach great importance to it, and are even willing to temporarily let go of the new Source King Yuan Zhuo and hunt down Anle and the others.

After the bloody battle just now, Anle also had several scars on his body. The deepest one almost went through his entire right arm. However, under the nourishment of the secret power of the Jiang Palace and other divine treasures, these wounds were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His eyes were still clear. He took out the last few remaining pills, threw them to Xuan Gongming, and said.

"Brother, I am stronger than you. If it really comes to the last moment, don't worry about me. You must protect yourself."

Xuan Gongming stretched his muscles and said with a chuckle, "Second brother, don't underestimate me. I am now a Saint Sect monk!"

As he spoke, the shadow of the Southern Saint Gate appeared around him. Although it was not as magnificent as Anle's, it still exuded an extraordinary divine light.

Xuan Gongming was originally a cultivator of the Six Heavenly Palace. During this period of time, he had also made some progress. With his accumulated experience over the past few days, he successfully opened up the Holy Gate's Divine Treasure.

Xuan Gongming took out a big hammer and swung it gently, causing the air to vibrate and hum.

This is a specially made magical weapon with incredible weight. It can unleash astonishing destructive power when used on the battlefield.

Xuan Gongming put the iron hammer on his back, took out two long swords and put them on his waist to secure them firmly. Then he took out two bronze mirrors and placed them on his chest and back respectively, and was fully armed.

As the son of King Xuan, Xuan Gongming naturally carried many precious magical instruments and treasures with him, and now was the time to give them all.

Anle did not make any further preparations. At his current level, external objects of this level could not bring much benefit. Instead, using them on Xuan Gongming might help him survive the next fight.

"coming!"

A flash of lightning seemed to appear in Anle's eyes, piercing through the darkness.

Dozens of shadowy figures were heading this way, and in the depths of the darkness, there were hundreds of powerful auras!

The leading black shadow was particularly burly and majestic, riding on a strange beast that looked like an ancient dragon, and was calmly gazing at the two people under the light of the Zhenyang Stone.

A fierce light flashed in Anle's eyes. He took a deep breath, and his breath gradually became deeper. There was even a faint smell of blood hidden in the surrounding soil, extending hundreds of miles away.

"Do it!"

Anle roared, and the ground shattered, revealing a vast sea of ​​blood. Blood was flowing and waves were surging. Countless bones and corpses were floating in the sea of ​​blood, and there were also miserable resentful souls wailing and roaring in it.

The surrounding air seemed to be filled with a breath from the nether world, cold and evil, sticking to the surface of the living things, the chill penetrated silently.

Blood sea hell!

Facing this group of evil demons in the darkness, Anle will not hold back and his first move will be a deadly one.

In the bloody odor of the sea of ​​blood, the energy and blood in the evil demons' bodies seemed to be polluted, and a brief riot occurred.

But in the fight between masters, life and death are only a moment, and the town center stone is decomposed and rebuilt, and turned into a dozen flying swords, flying around.

In an instant, sword light bloomed in the darkness!

Chi Chi Chi!

Along with the sound of swords cutting throats, dozens of evil demons were covered in blood. Their bodies fell into the sea of ​​blood below and turned into white bones in the blood waves.

And the shapes of those skeletons were exactly the same as those of Anle and the others!

At this moment, more than ten black shadows attacked from the distance and killed the weaker Xuan Gongming.

Suddenly, the bronze mirror on Xuan Gongming's back suddenly lit up with a dazzling brilliance, like countless silk threads, piercing the black shadow to be riddled with holes.

hum!

Xuan Gongming swung the hammer in his hand and smashed the evil demon that rushed in front of him into meat paste.

A roar was heard, and another black shadow came through the darkness and appeared out of thin air beside Xuan Gongming, holding a heavy sword in his hand, and slashed at him with unstoppable force!

If this knife is carried out, Xuan Gongming will definitely be cut in half!

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed.

The black shadow froze in place, its body and the heavy knife in its hand shattered inch by inch, and dirty blood scattered everywhere.

Anle took back Yangyang and faced off against Xuan Gongming back to back.

The malice in the darkness was like countless ants, and at this moment, they were in a pitch-black ant nest, surrounded by enemies who wanted to tear them to pieces.

Such a desperate situation has inspired An Le's blood.

Anle has never been a flower that grows in a greenhouse. The more dangerous the situation, the more he unleashes unprecedented potential.

Sword skills, magic calculations, divine hidden shadows, Hunyuan Xiantian Gong, blood sea, hell and yellow spring heaven... These abilities that Anle possessed became more and more sophisticated and integrated through repeated battles and killings.

The combat intuition brought by the former [Martial God's Appearance] played an incredible effect in such a melee.

Anle knows the enemy's movements and thoughts clearly.

Use spiritual awareness and five senses to collect information, and use the Zhoutian Xingluo Wanxiangshu algorithm to calculate the trajectory of their actions.

Knowing the direction to draw the sword and how much force to use are all instinctive, just like eating and drinking, and do not even require a thinking process.

Anle seemed to have turned into a cold killing machine, killing the dark shadows around him in the most efficient and labor-saving way.

This is a state of enlightenment, and Anle is immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

Xuan Gongming, who was standing by, felt the pressure suddenly relieved. He turned around in surprise and found that the corpses around Anle had piled up into a small hill. The blood flowed into the sea of ​​blood, making it even more turbulent. The speed of killing could only be described as "horrible"!

Looking at Anle's attitude at this time, even Xuan Gongming felt a chill in his heart and was glad that he was not his enemy.

In such efficient killing, Anle's greatest improvement was in his swordsmanship.

In fact, although Anle proposed to challenge Tai Academy with kendo, when it comes to the sophistication of sword use, he is actually far inferior to those old swordsmen who have been immersed in it for decades.

After all, Anle had only been learning sword for less than two months, and it was only because of his amazing talent that he had achieved a high level of attainment in swordsmanship. The battlefield now had undoubtedly become an excellent place to practice swordsmanship.

The power of mana, blood, and divine secret power is not bad, but in terms of consumption, it is always greater than a simple swing of the sword.

In this long night, Anle naturally chose the most energy-saving way of fighting.

In this battle where the sword was stabbed out mechanically, cutting the throats of evil demons and piercing the hearts of enemies, Anle suddenly developed a new understanding of the sword in his hand.

The sword is no longer an external object on his body, but an extension of his limbs and a part of his body.

The strange thing is that as Yangyang was stained with more and more blood of evil spirits, Anle seemed to be able to understand the evil spirits' obscure whispers.

"What a terrifying sword..."

"How many people did he...kill?"

At first, the words were vague and intermittent, but before long, Anle fully understood the meaning of the language and the sounds became clear and audible.

There was a hint of fear in the demons' conversation!

They are afraid of An Le, the sword in his hand.

Anle sneered and said, "You guys, are you afraid too?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a small commotion broke out among the evil demons, as if... they also understood Anle's words!

"Incredible, this extraterritorial demon can actually speak!"

"Could it be that the extraterritorial demons are beings that can communicate?"

Hearing the evil demon's exclamation, Anle frowned and looked at Xuan Gongming behind him, only to find that he still looked nervous and obviously did not understand these obscure whispers.

"This is……"

An Le lowered her head, staring at the center in her hand.

After absorbing the blood of countless demons, the Zhenyang Stone had lost its original silver-gray color and had almost turned blood red.

What surprised Anle the most was that the light emitted by Yangyang was white, mixed with a hint of ink color, as if it was connected to the surrounding darkness.

Anle thought to himself, "It is because of Yangyang's transformation that I can communicate with them?"

Language is undoubtedly the prerequisite for communication.

But in the current situation, both sides have gone blood-thirsty and there is a deep blood feud between them. Even if they can communicate in the same language, it is impossible for them to communicate calmly.

Not long after, the leader of the evil demons sneered and said, "We have wasted too much time on these two demons. Kill them, take back the holy object, and then wipe out the remaining demons!"

"All soldiers, listen up! Trample them!"

Upon hearing this, many evil demons no longer hesitated and rushed towards the two of them like a tide.

Anle stood leaning on his sword and grinned: "If you want to kill me, then come and try."

After saying that, the sword light shone again in the darkness, like a bright sun, illuminating the dark space.

The biggest difference between Zhenyang Stone and ordinary sword blades is not its sharpness, but its ever-changing characteristics.

It can split into hundreds of tiny flying swords at any time, or turn into a giant sword tens of meters long. When Yangyang almost becomes a part of Anle's body and can be controlled at will, this ability to change shows a more ferocious side.

An evil demon rushed over, and suddenly a sword light flew out from the ground and pierced his chest.

The man rushed forward dozens of steps and fell at An Le's feet.

The next second, another person passed by Anle, and a sword flashed.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The man's head shot up into the sky, then fell down, watching his headless body slowly fall down.

At the same time, he saw several more sword lights flashing past at an unimaginable speed not far away.

The head slammed to the ground, rolled twice, and widened his eyes as he muttered, "It's nice to die from this kind of swordsmanship..."

Almost at the same time, the evil demons that rushed within ten feet of Anle were attacked by sword lights from all directions, and there were huge casualties in an instant.

The combat power of these ordinary "evil demons" is divided by realm, which is no more than that of monks from the Six Heavenly Palaces or one or two holy gates. However, darkness is their home ground, and they are like fish in water. In addition, with the advantage in numbers, they can easily break through Yuansheng City.

"I'm here to kill you!"

The general riding on a dragon leaped up, and his long spear shot out like a dragon, as fast as lightning, and stabbed at Anle's back.

The sticky darkness helped this shot, like a pitch-black vortex, whistling towards them.

The power of the spear shook away the intercepting sword light, and in the blink of an eye it arrived behind Anle.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Gongming's face turned pale, and he felt hopeless: "This shot can only be blocked by a monk from the Four Saint Sects."

"Your shot was not bad."

An Le's voice rang out, and at the same time, thousands of sword lights burst out from around him.

Each ray of sword light was made of the Zhenyang Stone that had been broken down into the smallest particles, but without exception they released shocking sword intent. With a buzzing sound, they traveled back and forth through the leader's body, piercing through his brows and exiting from the back of his head.

The tip of the general's gun stopped less than three inches away from Anle's back and could not move forward any further.

He stared at Anle in a daze, disbelief still lingering in his eyes.

"What is this sword called?"

Anle did not answer, but said calmly: "You have died a worthy death by proving my swordsmanship."

The next second, countless tiny rays of light shone through the general's body, and countless sword energies were flowing through every muscle in his body. Then, his body shattered and decomposed into the finest powder, which dissipated like a puff of smoke.

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