Chapter 1119

The boundless night turned into a blood-red crimson.

Leng Ao Ran's weird smile under the hazy crescent moon made people shudder, and Yan Teng's faces became more solemn than ever.

"Be careful!"

Yan Teng's pupils shrank suddenly, and suddenly said loudly.

Before he finished speaking, Leng Ao Ran's sword moved, but his man was clearly still in place without any movement.

Yan Teng didn't have time to think about it, raised his hand and punched, and directly greeted him.

boom!

Behind him, a figure rose like a mountain peak, and the fist was like a city tower, Hengdan was in front of him.

Click!

There was the sound of a broken city tower, followed by a dazzling electric light piercing the night sky, and a sword light smashed the fist.

The Thunder Demon Sword, which was still in place just now, suddenly came to Yan Teng. His people came quickly, but his sword came even faster.

Pfft!

Almost as soon as Yan Teng's fist was smashed, the sword light drew a bloodstain on Yan Teng's body, and Yan Teng retreated fast enough. But this sword cut through his right shoulder, and his face involuntarily showed pain.

"Shen Xiao subdues demons!"

At a critical moment, Xuanfei killed the past with a Zen staff in hand, and there was a thunderstorm in the crimson night. His stick shattered the void, as if even the mountains could be easily leveled.

Domineering, ferocious!

Leng arrogantly turned around, avoiding the edge, and then a sword crossed. There was blood like a dragon, and the dragon head roared, and the battle was easily shaken back.

boom!

The dazzling sword light swayed through the layers of clouds, and Lei Lan, the fastest among the three, seemed to flash the sword light in his hand towards the neck of the Lei Demon Sword.

Bang!

Leng and arrogantly smiled lightly, and after the dragon roared, the dragon's tail swung.

Boom!

Without waiting for the opponent to approach, the blood-electric flood dragon formed by the sword light turned into a gust of wind that stirred the sky. The void shook, and Lei Lan was swept away by the sword.

"die!"

As soon as Yan Teng landed, he ignored the scars on his shoulders, and punched like a comet, directly hitting the head of the Thunder Demon Sword.

The sword in Leng Ao Ran's hand circled around, and the dragon shadow wrapped around the sword, stabbed out with a sword, resisting the terrifying fist.

boom!

With the loud noise, the ground burst open in an instant, and Yan Teng stepped back several steps before barely standing.

"Too tender, too tender, hahahaha!"

Leng Ao Ran burst into laughter, he did not give the three of them a chance to kill again, and directly launched a terrifying sword attack.

Suddenly, everyone immediately saw an extremely terrifying scene.

Leng Ao Ran fought one against three, and the leaders of these three sects were actually overwhelmed by him alone.

Under the crimson, blood and electricity flashed in the air.

The terrifying sword force is perfectly integrated with thunder and lightning and suffocation. Leng and arrogant sword intent is only at the peak of psychic power, but his thunder will reach an extremely terrifying state.

What's more terrible is that his blood evil is also perfectly integrated with the sword intent, which can derive the power of a real dragon.

terrible!

In less than half an hour, the three of them were more or less left with bloody sword wounds. The Ben Lei Demon Sword was calm and unbroken, the smile on his face never stopped, and there was no injury at all.

Is this really just the galaxy realm?

Everyone was stunned. Their realm was comparable to that of the Thunderbolt Demon Sword, not too far behind.

But the difference in combat power is more than several times, completely unimaginable, and even worse, he looks very young, no more than thirty years old.

Perhaps the rumor is true, he was once a disciple of a super sect in the ancient wilderness.

"Kowloon breaks the sky!"

Another sword light flickered, this side of the world was transformed into a bloody ocean by the Thunder Demon Sword, until the sword light fully bloomed.

Nine blood-colored dragons burst out of the sea, killing Yan Teng until he vomited blood and flew away.

When the three of them landed, their faces were extremely pale, and blood kept spilling from the corners of their mouths. The look in his eyes, when he looked at the Thunder Demon Sword, flashed a thick color of fear.

Ben Lei Demon Sword!

No wonder, no wonder half a year ago, he was able to escape calmly from Ye Ziling's hands.

The strength of this person is far beyond what they can imagine. I am afraid that the ordinary powerhouse of astrology may not be his opponent.

In the distance, there were already people with horrified expressions, escaping quietly, not daring to continue. The rest of the people frantically distanced themselves and retreated to a place they thought was safe.

"The three disciples, the more they mix, the more they go back, I haven't warmed up yet." Leng proudly looked at the three, his eyes flashed with mockery, and sneered.

Laughing at these so-called direct disciples is one of his greatest hobbies.

Especially when the other party knelt down in front of him and begged for mercy, the trembling appearance made him even more excited to go mad.

However, something seems wrong.

The three people in front seemed to be quite calm, with fearful expressions in their eyes, but there was not much panic.

Are there any cards left?

The corner of Ben Lei Mojian's mouth twitched into a smile, and there was a look of interest in his eyes, which was a bit interesting.

"Ben Lei Demon Sword is really powerful!"

Yan Teng wiped away the blood on the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly: "If I didn't rely on it, I'm afraid I have to beg you for mercy now, but unfortunately... Yan Mou said that you will die today!"

As the voice fell, Yan Teng patted the storage bag lightly, and a gorgeous silver spear appeared in his hand.

This long spear is covered with silver light, with holy light lingering, exuding a charming luster.

boom!

When Yan Teng held the spear with both hands at the same time, a majestic holy light rushed into the sky, and the crimson sky was instantly shattered. That crescent moon, re-blooming bright moonlight, the moonlight like water gently sprinkled on the ground.

Holy Soldier!

Seeing the long spear in Yan Teng's hand, everyone was shocked, and their jaws were about to fall in surprise.

This should be the holy soldier named King Hook in the hands of Chu Tianhao from the Palace of the Xuanwang, whose spear head is shaped like a huge fishhook, hence the name.

Even in the ancient wilderness, holy soldiers are extremely rare, even if it is only a hundred-pattern holy soldier.

Everyone was shocked, and there were huge waves in their hearts.

thump! thump!

Leng Ao Ran only felt that the blood all over his body accelerated, and his heart was pounding and beating wildly. With such a high profile in the Cangxuan Mansion, he finally caught a big fish.

"kill him!"

Yan Teng held the king hook and looked at the Thunder Demon Sword indifferently, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.

When he sacrificed the holy soldier, the man was already dead.

boom!

Wang Gou's spear pointed forward, and a majestic holy might surged forward, instantly suppressing the blood evil of the Ben Lei Demon Sword.

Whoosh!

The blood-colored mist that was visible to the naked eye was like water, and was constantly forced back into the body of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Xuanfei and Lei Lan's pressure was greatly reduced.

Leng Ao Ran's face changed slightly, the pressure of this holy soldier really caused him great trouble.

Movement skills, Xingyuan, Sword Intent, and even Blood Demons were all restricted by most of them.

Immediately, without thinking much, he sacrificed his holy spirit, the blood-colored Jiaolong.

Boom!

For three days, the Holy Spirit fought against each other under the moonlight, destroying the vast Qiu Family Mansion in a split second. Countless courtyard walls and buildings collapsed, turning into pieces of dust.

Bang!

When the three were fighting, Yan Teng suddenly shot, and the king hook in his hand burst into silver light.

The dense sacred patterns bloomed, and a beam of light shattered the void, and in the blink of an eye, it bombarded the Ben Lei Demon Sword. Crack, blood surged, and a hole appeared in the body of Ben Lei Mojian immediately, and the blood kept flowing down.

"Hey, fight me!"

Yan Teng saw this scene and grinned.

clang!

At the same time, Xuan Fei and Lei Lan's ultimate move also fell, and the injured Thunder Demon Sword was blasted out, and blood spit out.

Everyone's heart changed dramatically, is this the power of the Holy Soldier?

Before he could actually make a move, let the mighty Ben Lei Demon Sword be so embarrassed.

It was unimaginable how exaggerated Chu Tianhao would be when he mastered this spear.

Yan Teng's expression was indifferent, and there was a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

In an instant, one after another holy pattern bloomed on the silver spear, and the number of holy patterns reached more than fifty in the blink of an eye. The holy pattern is in the air, and the majestic air of heaven and earth keeps pouring into it. Yan Teng holds a silver spear and his long hair flutters.

boom!

He stepped heavily on the ground, and the ground collapsed in an instant, and his person burst into the air with a light that was brighter than the silver moon.

The number of holy patterns entwined behind him officially reached 100, and the terrifying coercion swept all directions, and everyone was stunned by Yan Teng's sharpness at the moment.

Holy Soldier!

This is the power of the Holy Soldier!

"It's time to end!"

The silver spear swept away in mid-air, and Yan Teng's figure disappeared in front of everyone, and when he came back, he had already landed on the ground.

Boom!

The silver holy light on his body was so majestic that it was impossible to look directly at it, and the long spear in his hand pierced through the layers of blood. One after another, the blood-colored Flood Dragon let out a mournful wailing, and they shattered one after another, and then the body-protecting Xingyuan on the Ben Lei Demon Sword also shattered.

The long spear named Wang Hook, with its destructive edge, stabbed straight into the heart of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Are you going to die?

Everyone was extremely nervous, and the evil cultivator running across the Cangxuan Palace rushed to the Thunder Demon Sword, and it seemed that he was about to die in the hands of Yan Teng.

This makes people feel a little unreal, but under the power of the holy soldiers, everything seems so real.

"die!"

Yan Teng let out an angry roar, and in a rush, the bones that he wanted to stab directly with the Ben Lei Demon Sword were gone.

when!

But a very strange thing happened. There was a violent metal collision between the heavens and the earth, and sparks splashed from the heart of the Thunder Demon Sword, illuminating the night sky.

This fatal shot was actually blocked.

Everyone looked at it in disbelief, and saw that the Ben Lei Demon Sword was covered with a layer of heavy armor with a metallic luster. The heavy armor was as strong as a mountain, with a terrifying coercion, as if a heaven turned into a battle suit and fell on the Thunder Demon Sword.

"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"

Yan Teng was shocked and lost his voice: "You are a disciple of the Xuantian Sect of the Desolate Ancient Territory!"

"Ahem, holy soldiers are really scary. Unfortunately, you can't even exert one-tenth of your power, so leave it to me!"

The corners of Ben Lei Mojian's mouth overflowed with blood, and his face was slightly pale, but his smile was extraordinarily public.

boom!

Before Yan Teng could react, he reached out and grabbed onto the gun body.

Xuantian Heavy Armor?

Lei Lan and Xuanfei's eyes flashed with surprise at the same time. It was a secret technique in the Xuantian Treasure Mirror of Xuantian Sect's Zhenshan Martial Arts, and only disciples of Xuantian Sect were qualified.

Xuantian Sect, the strongest super sect in the ancient wilderness!

As soon as they thought of this, horror flashed in their eyes. How could this be possible? How could the disciples of Xuan Tianzong come to Cangxuan Palace.

No matter what they thought, Yan Teng, who couldn't make a single blow, obviously used up a lot of star energy.

Almost in an instant, the holy soldier in his hand was taken away by the opponent, and he waved his hand and flew out.

"Hahaha! It's been three years, I finally found some fun in this place where birds don't shit. Holy soldier, hahahaha!" Ben Lei Demon Sword held the silver spear, his expression almost twisted with excitement.

Damn it!

Yan Teng regretted that his bowels were blue, and he instantly realized that the other party was deliberately injured to induce him to shoot.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air sounded like arrows one after another, and the direct disciples of other sects in the distance fled far away when they saw that the situation was not good.

"Since you're here, don't leave. Come back to me, hahaha!"

Ben Lei Mojian laughed wildly, he held the silver spear in both hands, and the bloody sword power, which had just been suppressed, swept out with a more terrifying momentum.

Boom!

The bloody mist that flew out turned into a terrifying and incomparable gust of wind, and the wind was accompanied by the roar of the dragon.

The Flood Dragon took off, like a blood-colored hurricane, swept back those who had escaped.

Not long after, everyone was trapped in the range of his blood evil, their faces were pale, they couldn't move, and the expressions in their eyes were extremely terrified.

"It's time to start a good show, killing, killing, who should start?"

Leng proudly held the spear, swept his eyes, and stared at the head of the Qiu family. With a plop, the Qiu Family Patriarch immediately collapsed to the ground in fright, and his heart was in a frenzy.

As for the other Qiu Jiaxingjun, they were already panicking and fell to their knees.

"Lord Mojian, spare our lives, we are innocent!"

what! Hahaha!

Leng Ao Ran burst into laughter, and amid this hideous laughter, the Qiu Family Patriarch got up and knelt on the ground, and said in pain, "Master Demon Sword, this old man is willing to do everything for today's affairs, the eight thousand Star Gods you want. Dan, I can get it all in half a month. If you want to kill, just kill me alone, and let the rest of the Qiu family go."

"No no no no!"

Ben Lei Mojian grinned and said, "Mr. I misunderstood. You are my hero. Without you, how could I have obtained this holy soldier. Don't worry, I will definitely kill you in the end!"

In the laughter, his eyes swept away and fell on the three of Yan Teng.

The three of them immediately panicked, Xuanfei and Lei Lan were a little panicked, and their eyes couldn't help looking at Yanteng.

Yan Teng forcibly calmed down, his eyes flickered, and he pondered: "Master Mojian, since you are a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, you must have a heavy responsibility in this Cangxuan Mansion. As long as the adults are willing, I can give you a saddle and a horse, and you will not hesitate to go through fire and water. !"

A strange look flashed in Leng Ao Ran's eyes, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are so-so, but you are not stupid. You are barely qualified to be a dog!"

"Thank you sir!"

Yan Teng's eyes flashed with joy, and he immediately fell to the ground with a plop.

What he thought very clearly in his heart, he lost the holy soldier king hook, and he would definitely die if he returned to the sect. Holding the thigh of the Thunderbolt Demon Sword was a way to survive. It was better to be a dog than to die.

"good!"

Leng Ao Ran's eyes showed satisfaction, and he pointed out his finger. The direct disciples of other sects smiled and said, "These people, help me kill them!"

Yan Teng's expression changed. These people were all direct disciples of other sects in Cangxuan Palace. Once he was killed, he would have no way out from now on.

Completely broke with Cangxuan Palace!

And it is even worse than Xie Xiu. He is equivalent to a seller seeking glory. There is a leader in the sect who kills Xie Xiu, and he has completely become a dog leg of Xie Xiu.

"These wastes really shouldn't dirty the hands of adults!"

Yan Teng got up slowly, and soon had an idea. Anyway, Leng Ao Ran didn't let him kill the people in the Hall of King Xuan.

The direct disciples of other sects are killed if they are killed.

"Yan Teng, are you crazy?"

A group of people saw Yan Teng walking towards them, with an incredible look in their eyes, this person was about to kill the Ben Lei Demon Sword just now. In a blink of an eye, they became the opponent's dog legs, and they had to kill them for the opponent.

"Yan Teng, you are the leader of the dignified King Hanging Palace, do you have this little backbone?" The direct disciples of other sects said angrily.

Yan Teng said lightly: "A group of dead people, do I need to explain to you?"

Leng and arrogantly smiled without saying a word, watching this scene quietly, it is really good for this person to be a dog.

I can't imagine the huge harvest tonight.

But just when Yan Teng was about to kill, there was a sound of Xiao sound like the sound of nature, which rang in the vast moonlight.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Sheng got closer and closer, and the sword intent contained in the Xiao sound resounded continuously between heaven and earth.

In the distance, you can see a silver figure, slowly approaching in the moonlight.

A song is heartbroken, where can I find a soulmate in the end of the world!

With a song of pear blossoms, only roses are red in the snow!

A rosy smile, how can this matter be remembered from the beginning!

A song of reincarnation is bitter, where will I meet you again!

A song of chaos, how can my generation be a thing in the pool, this sword body is extraordinary!

The sound of the xiao was faint, mighty, like a song and a smile, and it became more and more agitated under this crimson, making people unable to restrain their blood.

"The funeral dude is here!"

The crowd was outraged, and a name appeared in everyone's mind, and then blurted out. It is the recently famous funeral dude, known as Xiao Jianshuangjue, who runs across the Cangxuan Palace with one flute and one sword.

All the evil cultivators who were targeted by him, without exception, all died. His deeds have been passed down as divine, and in the eyes of many people, he is almost an invincible existence in the realm of a star king.

Funeral playboy?

Yan Teng was dumbfounded in an instant, why did this guy come at this time.

He had just treated the Ben Lei Demon Sword as a dog, and was about to kill the direct disciples of other sects when the Burial Playboy just happened to appear.

Let him lose all face, this life is taken back, and he will have no face to stay in Cangxuan Mansion in the future.

hateful! Yan Teng's face was extremely ugly, his right fist was clenched tightly, and his heart was unspeakably uncomfortable.

"It's saved."

The head of the Qiu family looked at the silver figure slowly approaching, with a happy expression on his face, and slowly stood up.

Xiao Yin stopped abruptly, Lin Yun put down the Purple Jade God Bamboo Xiao, and under the Yinyue mask, no one could see his expression clearly. He had a cold look in his eyes, and he looked down at the Ben Lei Sword Demon.

"Is there another one to die?"

Leng arrogantly looked at each other, holding the silver gun in both hands, and grinned.