I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

The buildings to the north of Yingyue City were like sand, turning into dust under the terrifying sword light.

Finally, after one sword strike, Xiao Wuyou slowly put down his hand, the four swords returned to their sheaths and fell to the ground, and they consciously returned to the storage ring.

The graceful figure in white also turned into stars and disappeared.

In mid-air, the demon fell again.

But this time, with a scream, a clearly visible crack appeared on the mask, and thick black liquid flowed out.

Chapter 70: Demon Emperor

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At Yingyue Pavilion, Jiang Zuimeng was surprised and delighted when she saw this familiar breath, and tears immediately fell from her eyes.

"Master, you finally... Ouch!"

The young master chopped forward with his knife with an expressionless face, causing the dignified leader of the Juejian Sect to immediately hold his head and crouch down to defend himself.

But even when being beaten, Jiang Zuimeng was still smiling.

Although I don’t know why the master is here, as long as she takes action, even the Demon Emperor will not be able to gain the upper hand!

"Master, please help!"

Unexpectedly, the young master shook his head: "It's not the right time yet."

"Ah?" Jiang Zuimeng was stunned.

Seeing that the Demon Emperor has already charged into Yingyue Pavilion, isn't this the right time? !

"I am waiting."

The young master's eyes were not on the Demon Emperor at all, but were looking into the distance in a vain manner.

Before, Xiao Wuyou had mentioned that unless he himself was in danger, he would ask her to hide until the last moment in order to take advantage of the enemy's carelessness and take the initiative.

Compared to the Demon Emperor, she is more concerned about Xiao Wuyou.

If Xiao Wuyou is really defeated, she will immediately take action to stop the demon.

And from high in the sky, the Demon Emperor was also shocked when he saw the attack that killed the demon leader.

Could it be... No, the leader of the Juejian Sect is a disciple of the Sword Immortal, so it's not surprising that he has some hidden cards. Don't panic!

After the demon kills Xiao Wuyou, I will take action to crush these ants!

Seeing that the righteous monks would rather die than surrender and were fighting stubbornly, and sensing that the battle between Tianmo and Xiao Wuyou was hard to resolve in the distance, the Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes anxiously.

But at this moment, a dark purple demonic energy erupted in the distance!

The Demon Emperor was stunned.

As the gust of wind passed, the figure of the young master disappeared directly in front of Jiang Zuimeng.

On Xiao Wuyou's side, Tianmo took the attack head-on but changed his body again like the previous times.

But this time, a crack was cut on the mask, and thick black liquid flowed down uncontrollably!

"Xiao Wuyou, you're dead!"

The demon finally lost his composure, abandoned Xiao Wuyou, and fled.

Everyone gathered around and couldn't help cheering.

"Was that the sword technique of the Sword Immortal? Senior Brother is so powerful!" Everyone was shocked by that sword.

That sword can completely rival the full force attack of a powerful god, right? !

"It's just the master's trump card." Xiao Wuyou maintained his good habit of being humble.

More importantly, he knew that the battle was not over yet.

Because the prophetic picture is just a little dim, but it is still alive!

This means that the other party has not given up and will still pose a threat to the young master.

However, the last drop of moon-white luck was used up, and Xiao Wuyou now only had some pink luck left, which was obviously a bit difficult to use to stop the demon's sneak attack.

"Everyone, don't be careless. The Demon Emperor is still here, and this battle is not over yet."

Xiao Wuyou's words finally calmed the restless monks down a little. They quickened their pace and returned to Yingyue Pavilion.

At the same time, Tianmo also returned to Modao in a mess.

"I failed."

The Demon Emperor was stunned at first, then frowned. The demonic energy in his body became more condensed, emitting a terrifying aura.

"Didn't you say that Xiao Wuyou's memory and strength haven't recovered yet, so he will definitely win this battle?!"

The demon, who was originally invulnerable and could be resurrected infinitely, was hit by the sword that contained tremendous luck. For him, the pain was as unbearable as if his skull was split open.

Even if he remained silent, with his head about to explode in pain, how could he still have the mood to play tricks with the Demon Emperor? !

"Stop talking nonsense, kill Xiao Wuyou now!"

"Are you giving me orders?!"

"If you don't take action this time, how long do you want to wait? This heavenly teleportation formation can only be used once! What's more, Xiao Wuyou's luck has been consumed by me, and he is now helpless. This is your last chance!" The demon covered his mask in embarrassment and shouted anxiously.

The Demon Emperor was silent.

If Xiao Wuyou is not killed in this battle, the methods of the Heavenly Demon and the consumption of the Seven Sects of Demonic Path will all be in vain!

"The sword energy just now..."

"That's just the trump card left by the Sword Immortal!" Tianmo shouted with gritting his teeth.

That's right, if the Sword Immortal was present in person, why would he leave behind such a one-time trump card? The Demon Emperor became more and more hesitant.

Tianmo is quite powerful. He has fought to this point, so Xiao Wuyou must not be much better.

Although it is a bit troublesome to deal with Xiao Wuyou's luck, but when he reaches the level of Demon Emperor, he can suppress his luck to a certain extent!

Seeing the Demon Emperor lost in thought, the Heavenly Demon immediately asked: "Don't you want to kill Xiao Wuyou yourself?!"

This sentence became the last straw that tipped the camel's back in Modao's heart.

Coincidentally, at this time, Xiao Wuyou led a group of righteous monks to Yingyue Pavilion.

It’s delivered to my door, how can I refuse it?

The Demon Emperor finally set off.

That figure, like a pitch-black streak, smashed straight into the ground, erupting with terrifying cultivation and demonic energy, destroying everything around it.

Regardless of whether they were righteous or evil, all the low-level cultivators involved were reduced to ashes in an instant!

"Not good!" Ouyang Jiulong's face changed drastically.

The four sect leaders no longer cared about anything else and flew down to block the Demon Emperor.

However, those demon cultivators who had reached the state of transformation into gods smiled sinisterly and hid further away.

When the Demon Emperor takes action, who in the world can defeat him? !

The pinnacle of the immortal path is not as simple as just reaching the highest realm!

Jiang Zuimeng was the fastest and swung out both swords, but unexpectedly, the Demon Emperor held down both swords with one hand.

The wine-red sword roared, and the building behind the Demon Emperor was shattered in an instant by the sharp sword light.

But the Demon Emperor grabbed the two swords with his bare hands and pushed them back!

Jiang Zuimeng immediately vomited blood and was knocked away by a pure black demonic energy that was as solid as a physical entity.

Immediately afterwards, Master Shen Chen of the Vajra Sect appeared behind the Demon Emperor and slashed at the Demon Emperor's defenseless neck with a knife.

But the Demon Emperor counterattacked and blocked the attack with a punch.

Master Shen Chen's feet suddenly felt weak, his face froze, revealing an expression of pain. Buddha's light shone brightly on his body, and gods and Buddhas suddenly appeared behind him. Relying on the profound Buddhist principles and Vajra magic, he managed to hold on!

"Humph, you bald asses are still as troublesome as ever."

The Demon Emperor opened his other hand impatiently.

In the void, a demon god with sharp fingertips and strong arms suddenly stretched out and directly pierced through the phantom of the god or Buddha!

Master Shenchen’s body froze.

Then the Demon Emperor struck it with a casual blow, and it flew out and fell into the ruins.

The Demon Emperor looked dimly in the direction where Xiao Wuyou was.

Realizing that the Demon Emperor had set his sights on Xiao Wuyou and the righteous disciples, Ouyang Jiulong also fought for his life and urged the Nine Dragons to pounce on the Demon Emperor.

At the same time, Zhang Chunxiao also came to the crowd and shouted anxiously: "Hu Tu, why did you come back?! It will be too late if you don't leave now..."

Before he could finish, Jiulong let out a shrill scream, and when he turned around, he saw the Demon Emperor punching him!

Zhang Chunxiao bit the magic pill hidden between his teeth and instantly set up a heavenly defense formation, with ninety-nine layers of large green wood shields appearing one after another.

But how fierce is the Demon Emperor's punch? !

Under the overwhelming force, the heavenly defensive formation was easily penetrated and shattered like glass without even the slightest pause!

Zhang Chunxia was blown away, and the evil spirit that escaped from her destroyed the monks' team.

In just a few rounds, the strongest forces of the righteous sects fell one after another!

The Demon Emperor raised his head arrogantly, smiled faintly, and his eyes exuded a chill that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Chapter 71: Demon Emperor vs. Sword Immortal

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The morale and confidence that the righteous monks who came to help had finally regained from Xiao Wuyou were shattered into ashes at this moment.

The four great leaders of the righteous path are the most powerful forces in the righteous path, but they can't even stop the Demon Emperor!

So what can they do?!

"Run!" Zhang Chunxiao covered his chest and cried out in pain, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding from all seven orifices due to the evil spirit.

However, what is the point of running away in front of the Demon Emperor?

In just a moment, the devil suddenly appeared and slapped Xiao Wuyou with his palm!

Be it the four sect leaders who were at a loss of what to do, the elders of Juejian Sect who were roaring in anger and grief in the distance, or the three girls who rushed forward regardless of everything, everything was meaningless in the face of the overwhelming power difference.

Only Xiao Wuyou, facing the Demon Emperor at the pinnacle of the world of immortal cultivation, raised the corner of his mouth.

The time has come.

The clear sound of the sword echoed in the dark world.

A moon-white straight line passed through the pitch-black sky, leaving a clearly visible gap.

The demon arm that should have crushed Xiao Wuyou's body when the Demon Emperor attacked was directly cut off, splashing out an ugly, dirty, deep red blood rain.

But under this filthy blood rain, the graceful figure had snow-white hair, spotless, and her jade-like feet wrapped in white socks slowly landed on the ground with a light tap.

"You've worked hard." The young master glanced at Xiao Wuyou with pity in his eyes.

"It's okay. I'll trouble little master next." Xiao Wuyou laughed cheerfully, then stepped back obediently.

It was not until this time that the monks had time to feel the shock of that soul-stirring sword.

The girl was unarmed, yet she managed to strike out with the sword with just one palm!

Although she looked petite and lovely, the monks did not dare to show the slightest disrespect to her. They quickly retreated away while asking her name.

"Who is that sword master?!"

"That's strange, how could I not have heard of the power of rejuvenation?"

"I'm afraid it's some hidden ancestor..."

Her hair is as white as snow, her skin is as white as ice, and her sword is as sharp as the bright moon.

The monks already had some guesses in their hearts, but no one dared to reveal the name!

"Xiao Wuyou, what on earth is going on..." Liu Feiyan was also still in shock and came to Xiao Wuyou and asked.

At once, all the monks looked over here.

"Could it be that adult?!" Zhang Chunxia, ​​who was rescued, asked tremblingly but full of expectation.