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

Xiao Wuyou smiled slightly: "That's right."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bei Ming Long Yue finally stopped hiding his cultivation level. His cultivation level was completely beyond the cultivators' cognition and concepts, and his sharp sword intent completely erupted!

She was so beautiful, but just looking at her made the eyes of the cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage hurt! Her aura was so terrifying, but they couldn't help but want to take a glimpse of her beauty!

This kind of fairy is unique in the world.

"Bei Ming Long Yue." The Demon Emperor gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name with difficulty.

Even if the appearance was no longer the same, how could he possibly mistake this sword intent? !

He then glanced towards the demon, with unstoppable murderous intent in his eyes.

He tolerated the death of the Thousand-Faced Death God. He tolerated the casualties of the Demonic Army. He also tolerated the fact that he had to personally kill Xiao Wuyou when he promised to do so!

But he had confirmed again and again that Bei Ming Long Yue would never appear here, but who was in front of him now? !

The demon in the sky was also trembling, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. He suppressed his hatred and fear, and sent a message to the Demon Emperor: "Even if she takes action, her strength will definitely..."

"Shut up, I've had enough of your nonsense!" The Demon Emperor was furious and roared loudly. The violent demonic energy blew away countless ruins.

At this point, there's no point worrying about these things.

Regardless of the Demon Emperor's dignity or personal grudges, the Demon Emperor is not allowed to retreat.

"I can't believe that a great sword immortal would hide among those ants. You have fallen too." The Demon Emperor taunted.

"It's so noisy." Bei Ming Long Yue whispered calmly.

"Oh, you are still so arrogant, you unpleasant woman." The Demon Emperor spread his hands, even feeling a little nostalgic.

Of course, he was not missing his good feelings towards Bei Ming Long Yue. The Demon Emperor only had deep hatred for this woman who almost killed him with one sword.

He was reminiscing about the only time he defeated Bei Ming Long Yue.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to believe that a fairy as aloof and cold as you could also shed tears." The Demon Emperor closed his eyes, as if he was savoring the memory.

"Please let me recreate that scene once more."

Finally, Bei Ming Long Yue's originally indifferent eyes were tainted with murderous intent.

"Sword coming."

As the whisper fell, the Wentian Sword in the hands of the Great Elder Fan Rong burst out with a golden sword light and flew into her hand.

The next moment, Bei Ming Long Yue's figure suddenly disappeared!

Ordinary cultivators could not catch up with it at all. Bei Ming Long Yue appeared in front of the Demon Emperor as if teleporting and slashed him with a sword!

Just when the sword was about to touch the Demon Emperor's neck, a ball of dark demonic energy blocked the attack!

The devil clenched his hands and pulled, and the evil and vicious things in the void became reality.

It was a pitch-black sickle that was two meters long.

The handle of the giant sickle was full of flowing blood vessels, and the blade was stained with filthy dark red, yet it looked as sinister as a ghost. It was wrapped in a strange black sword intent, yet it looked as ghostly as a shadow.

It is a peerless weapon forged using the essence, blood, and souls of the seven masters of the demonic sects throughout the ages. It is also the supreme treasure of the demonic sect. Legend has it that it can cut through time and space and destroy everything, a magic weapon called the Giant Scythe!

For a moment, all the demon cultivators shouted loudly and enthusiastically.

"Long live the Demon Emperor!!!"

Amid the wild cheers of the demon cultivators, the Demon Emperor slashed down with his sword!

This attack pushed Bei Ming Long Yue more than a thousand meters away and directly crashed into Ying Yue Pavilion.

But in just a moment, a straight silver sword light appeared in the air, Bei Ming Long Yue came back and slashed with another sword.

The giant sickle of Zhan Dao and the sword of asking the sky collided again.

The sword light was knocked away and fell into the midst of the demon cultivators. For a moment, blood rained down and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Regardless of whether they were from the righteous or evil paths, they all quickly retreated to a distance, fearing that they would be affected by the battle between the two top immortals.

In just a few seconds, the two clashed countless times, with sword light and demonic energy pouring out like a tornado, easily destroying the entire center of Yingyue City.

But the Wentian Sword was ultimately inferior in grade.

Even though they were both heavenly grade magic weapons, after countless collisions, the Wentian Sword still let out a clear and mournful cry and cracked.

The Demon Emperor seized the opportunity, swung his scythe suddenly, and slashed it down. The monstrous demonic energy engulfed the petite figure like a tide.

For a moment, the earth rumbled and trembled, and the ground of the entire Yingyue City collapsed. The center of the city even sank a thousand meters under a single blow!

The dust cleared.

The monks rushed forward eagerly to see the result, but saw that under the collapsed ruins, Bei Ming Long Yue was crushed by the Demon Emperor, and the giant sickle had deeply chopped into her shoulder, leaving eye-catching bright red marks uncontrollably.

Chapter 72: The Power of the Sword Immortal

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"Master!"

Seeing Bei Ming Long Yue being attacked, the elders of Jue Jian Sect became anxious, but they were at a loss as they looked at the sword energy and demonic energy lingering around them.

Not to mention the obstruction of a group of demon cultivators, the aftermath of the fight between these two top powers alone was not something they could interfere with.

"Xiao Wuyou, was all this planned by our master? Did she tell us what we should do?" The Great Elder looked at Xiao Wuyou first.

The other monks who were equally anxious and frightened also looked over there.

The more familiar people are with Xiao Wuyou, the more they understand that no one is closer to Bei Ming Long Yue than he is.

From a long time ago, Xiao Wuyou learned about Bei Ming Longyue's injuries, and received his protection and rewards. He also assisted Bei Ming Longyue in his plans and thwarted various conspiracies!

Right now, Xiao Wuyou is assisting Bei Ming Long Yue in hiding in Ying Yue City, and is taking action to check and balance the Demon Emperor at the critical moment.

Only he can help Bei Ming Long Yue.

"Xiao Wuyou, if there is anything we can do, even if it means forcing our way through, just tell us!"

All the righteous monks, led by the Great Elder, have already prepared themselves for certain death.

Under the anxious and expectant gazes of the crowd, Xiao Wuyou looked deeply at the silver-haired swordsman fighting in the distance and couldn't help but clenching his fists.

This was the first time that Xiao Wuyou truly had the intention to kill his enemy.

If possible, he would do as he told those righteous leaders and rush forward without hesitation to fight alongside his young master.

But he also understood that the world was cruel.

Luck will not favor his emotions. Once he loses his mind and makes the wrong choice, everything will be ruined.

Xiao Wuyou forced himself to look away from his junior master, raised his head to look at the black-robed figure in the sky, took a deep breath, and uttered those words with difficulty.

"Everything is within the master's plan."

"What does this mean?" Everyone was puzzled, but they saw Xiao Wuyou looked calm and suppressed his restlessness.

"Master said that she will be the one to deal with the Demon Emperor. I believe her."

"Compared to the Demon Emperor, those demon cultivators, and the black-robed demon, they are the opponents we should be wary of."

Jiang Zuimeng couldn't help but shout: "But, Master is already injured..."

"That's why we can't let anyone else interfere with her!" Xiao Wuyou said solemnly.

Xiao Wuyou looked around at everyone, his tone more sincere than ever before: "I don't ask you to believe in me, I just ask you to believe in Master."

After a moment of discussion, the monks finally reached a consensus.

Ouyang Jiulong, supported by several elders of the Spirit Beast Manor, came to Xiao Wuyou and asked, "What do you think we should do?"

Xiao Wuyou smiled.

On the other side, the Demon Emperor held a giant sickle in both hands to suppress Bei Ming Long Yue, and on the other side he urged the demonic energy to summon a half-demon god with gnarled muscles, ferocious face, flashing scarlet demon eyes, and wrapped in black demon flames!

This demon god is far from being an illusion. With the Demon Emperor's cultivation, it is more than enough to support its transformation into a real entity!

"Beiming Longyue, you have become weaker!"

The Demon Emperor didn't expect that he could be suppressed so easily, and he laughed wildly. The Demon God also punched Bei Ming Long Yue!

But at this moment, the silver-haired fairy, who should have been suppressed, snorted coldly.

Several sword lights flashed across the sky.

Seven sharp blades pierced straight through the Demon Emperor's limbs and joints, deeply nailed into his flesh and blood, and burst out with silver sword energy.

The wild laughter turned into roars and screams.

The Demon Emperor only felt as if his body and mind were being torn apart from the inside out by the sword energy. As his mind was distracted, the demon's physical body turned into a shadow.

In just this instant, Bei Ming Long Yue swung his sword and knocked him away.

Then, she waved her jade hand lightly, and the sword that was nailed to the Demon Emperor flew out suddenly, taking away flesh and blood and broken bones. The six divine swords were like the most loyal servants, serving the Sword Immortal.

"I have become weaker, but I am more than capable of dealing with you."

The Demon Emperor held up his pierced legs and straightened his body, showing his royal demeanor.

But his face twitched slightly, as if it would twist at any moment.

The Demon Emperor could see that Bei Ming Long Yue's strength was not what it used to be. She made her body so small to reduce the loss of strength, and she couldn't even use her own magic weapon.

But, I still can't beat him?!

What a joke, they are both people who have passed the Heavenly Stage, how could there be such a huge gap between them? !

After waiting for a thousand years, if I can't defeat the Sword Immortal today, when will I be able to win? !

"More than enough? Humph, how long can you last? Maybe one stick of incense at most."

As soon as the Demon Emperor said this, Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes became solemn.

As the Demon Emperor said, she couldn't hold on for long.

However, looking ahead and behind has never been her style.

A sword cultivator should forge ahead courageously, so why would he be called a sword immortal?

"One stick of incense is enough to kill you!" Bei Ming Long Yue grasped the second magic sword, and the six swords around him began to dance.

"Don't dream like a fool!" The Demon Emperor also raised his scythe high, and the demonic energy under his feet surged to the surroundings like a tide.

The two of them crossed paths again, sword energy was crisscrossed, and devilish waves surged.

The Demon Emperor repelled Bei Ming Long Yue with one sword, but was immediately besieged by six flying divine swords.

He had just repelled six divine swords when the silver-haired swordsman came again with two sword lights.

During the fight, the Demon Emperor chopped off the Wentian Sword with his sword, and then with a backhanded punch, he smashed away Bei Ming Longyue's other sword.

Seeing that the door was wide open and he was unarmed, the Demon Emperor danced wildly with the giant scythe in his hand, and was about to catch up with him for another attack, but unexpectedly, Bei Ming Long Yue did not retreat but advanced instead, with a pair of double swords in his hands, and launched a violent attack towards him.

If magic weapons are not enough, then rely on numbers to win. If time is limited, then fight quickly and decisively.

Bei Ming Long Yue, with the help of the magic weapons of the elders of Jue Jian Sect, actually defeated the Demon Emperor so hard that he could not fight back.

After thousands of rounds of fighting, the Demon Emperor's body was covered with more and more bloodstains, and blood flowed like a river under his feet.

But the more serious the injury, the stronger the power the Demon Emperor burst out, and a hint of blood appeared in the dark demonic energy.

Unlike Bei Ming Long Yue, for thousands of years, the Demon Emperor has relied on the body of the Deity to prolong his life, and at the same time he has also learned peerless magic skills that do not belong to him.

With the help of the hellish blood energy, the Demon Emperor slashed with his sword, using the blood energy to ignite the deep red devil flame.

Unexpectedly, Bei Ming Long Yue drew out a water-blue phantom sword with his backhand, pressed down the blade of the giant sickle tightly, and extinguished the evil flame.

This is all thanks to the sword intent of Lingbo Sword, which is ranked twelfth on the Divine Sword List.

"Impossible! Even if you can use your cultivation to forcibly drive the divine sword, how can you possibly arouse its sword intent?!" The Demon Emperor was greatly shocked, and was even more puzzled as to why he could not do the same thing.

But then, Bei Ming Long Yue directly summoned a total of eight magic swords, releasing ethereal, golden, pure silver, indigo, light blue, all-encompassing, dark and gloomy sword intent!

The eighth on the list of divine swords is the Fantasy Double-edged Sword. The ninth is the Heaven-asking Sword. The tenth is the Moon-slashing Sword. The eleventh is the

, Tianya Sword. Twelfth, Lingbo Sword. Thirteenth, Wanxiang Sword. Seventeenth, Broken Soul Sword.

Not only that, in Yingyue City, countless spirit swords, sensing the command from Beiming Longyue, flew out together and gathered into a rain of swords under the dark sky!

There are millions of spiritual swords in the world, and at this moment, all of them obey the orders of the Sword Immortal.

Chapter 73 The decisive factor

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