Chapter 513

Hongqiao supported the figure and approached in an instant. It was an old man in black.

The old man in black came close, and his eyes locked directly on Yan Mingkong.

"It really is you!"

Because Chen Luoyang pretended to be a "demon king" and assigned a mission test, Yan Mingkong once beheaded the direct disciple of Heishuijue palace in the past.

Therefore, the masters of Heishui Juegong also launched a hunt for Yan Mingkong, and the two sides fought a lot.

As for Yan Mingkong, the intelligence network of Heishuijue Palace basically checked her details, and learned a lot about her.

Yan Mingkong was born in the lineage of the ancient god religion, and later left the religion.

Under normal circumstances, Heishuijuegong would contact the Ancient God Sect and hunt her down together with the Ancient God Sect.

However, before this, the world of mortals was turbulent, with shocking changes.

First, the black coffin appeared in Zhengyang City, the capital of the Western Qin Emperor, and the heroes gathered in the Western Qin Dynasty to fight against the demons.

Later, Ling Cang, the lord of Heishuijue Palace, fell, and the old lord of the palace, the Queen of Demons, was restored.

However, Yan Mingkong disappeared continuously and her whereabouts were uncertain, so Heishuijuegong put her affairs aside for the time being.

However, everyone in Heishuijue Palace undoubtedly had a deep memory of Yan Mingkong's Nether Swordsmanship when he beheaded his own disciple.

The old man in black was an elder in the palace. He was walking outside when he suddenly felt the ghostly sword intent.

He didn't say much, just slapped Yan Mingkong directly.

The majestic and majestic power instantly made Yan Mingkong's breathing difficult.

This old master of Heishuijuegong, who was in the realm of martial saints, was motivated by a single thought of magic skills, and his strikes were really as fast as lightning.

However, Yan Mingkong had already been wary when he saw the Hongqiao stretching from afar.

Now face the attack calmly.

Between her five fingers, it was as if she was holding an invisible sword.

The sword's edge was raised, and the ice blue brilliance flashed, as if opening a gate to the underworld in the mid-air, the cold and dead sword intent criss-crossed in the mid-air, piercing the face and disintegrating the opponent's palm power.

The old man in black snorted coldly, and in a flash of thought, he also concentrated his palm power on one point, using strong against strong.

Under the oppression of his power, the invisible sword in Yan Mingkong's hand revealed its true colors, it was a three-foot-long ice sword.

A smear of dark red was emitted from the hilt of the ice sword, as if blood flowed from Yan Mingkong's palm and penetrated into the ice sword.

The blood line has been extending in the ice sword, until the tip of the sword.

Under the oppression of the opponents in the sixteenth realm, the ice sword in Yan Ming's empty hand trembled slightly, but her own hand was as steady as ever.

Between the flickering of the cold sword energy and the icy blue light, the sword moves gracefully.

From the tip of the sword, there seemed to be a strong suction force.

This suction is not aimed at the enemy's strength, but it seems to make him go out of his body and be sucked into it.

The sharp sword energy continued to move forward, causing the palm of the old man in black to feel a tingling pain.

But the sword intent is like a black hole, trying to suck people's soul into it.

Between entering and withdrawing, a sense of contradiction is formed, which makes people feel bored.

As a Martial Saint, the old man in black is more powerful than his opponent, but at the moment his mind is unstable, 100% of his strength can't exert half of it.

And the sharp sword intent in front of him has already made him feel cold all over.

After disappearing for a while, her swordsmanship has improved so much, is Nether swordsmanship so terrible?

The old man in black thought suddenly, and with his other hand, the middle and middle fingers stood side by side like a sword, and stabbed at Yan Mingkong.

A sword intent also emerged from him.

In the bitter cold, it seemed to be similar to Yan Mingkong's Nether sword technique.

But it was the old man in black, transformed by his own magical power.

However, this sword intent is specious, and it is fundamentally different from Yan Mingkong's swordsmanship. For a while, there was an embarrassment that drawing a tiger could not be an anti-dog.

Yan Mingkong's sword power soared.

The elder of Heishuijue Palace was forced to retreat by her instead.

But the old man in black was not in a hurry, he just sighed secretly in his heart.

After a personal test, he further confirmed that the reaction of his fellow disciples before was correct.

Their Heishuijue Palace's unique magical skills of creating ten thousand dharmas with one thought, and transforming ten thousand dharmas with one thought, really can't evolve the unique skill of the world of the dead, the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld.

The old palace lord, the Empress, did not know where to find the black coffin that was obviously related to the Netherworld, maybe it was to delve into the truth, break the barrier of life and death, and let her family's magical skills go to a higher level.

The old man sighed in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all.

As soon as he was forced to retreat by Yan Mingkong, he immediately attacked again.

It was transformed by a single thought, and it was still swordsmanship.

But this time it was the swordsmanship inherited from the Blood River lineage.

For a moment, there was a wave of blood surging towards Yan Mingkong like an overwhelming mountain.

Yan Mingkong's sword light was everywhere, and the sea of ​​blood froze, turning into blood-red and transparent mountain peaks.

But after all, the opponent has an advantage in realm, he becomes holy immediately, ignites the holy fire to purify himself, his body is pure, thick and long, the vast sea of ​​blood seems endless, and he keeps rushing towards Yan Mingkong.

The Sword of Blood River is vicious and vicious, a drop of blood is an indestructible sword light.

The gathering of hundreds of millions of blood and water is tantamount to a catastrophe for an opponent who has not yet become a martial sage.

Yan Mingkong's Nether God's Edge has become more and more pure these days, and the soldiers came to cover him with water and soil. Although he was surrounded by blood, he remained calm and composed.

"This is the enemy I have made. It has nothing to do with you. Yunyun Lake is already in front of you, and you can go there by yourself." She said calmly to Lengji beside her.

Leng Ji's eyes wandered between Yan Mingkong and Yunyun Lake.

And the elder of Heishuijue Palace was also paying attention to the direction of Yunyun Lake.

He faintly felt that there was an existence that could not be ignored, but he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend.

After finally having a chance to catch Yan Mingkong, the old man in black finally decided to take a risk.

However, he always paid attention to Yunyun Lake.

Yan Mingkong's words did not make him relax his vigilance against the Banhai Taoists, and he was still on guard all the time.

Chen Luoyang's incarnation as a half-sea Taoist observed from a distance, but he didn't intend to do anything.

Watching Yan Mingkong fight with others is not only helpful for him to grasp the progress of the opponent's cultivation base, but also helpful for him to comprehend the Nether Sword Technique.

This black-clothed old man is strong enough to put enough pressure on Yan Mingkong.

Yan Mingkong didn't care if Banhai Taoist didn't show up.

Facing the torrent of blood in front of her eyes, she responded calmly.

However, with the passage of time, the black-clothed old man became more and more proficient in the sword technique of transforming blood into the river with one thought, and his power became stronger and stronger.

In the end, Yan Mingkong gradually became unable to fight head-on with him, and needed to take every step and step back to relieve his strength.

The old man in black gained power and was relentless, and the blood-red sword light became more and more fierce.

In the end, the sea of ​​blood all over the sky merged into one, and the river of blood rolled backwards and fell towards Yan Mingkong.

But Yan Mingkong did not retreat but advanced, rushing towards the sword light of the old man in black.

The old man in black screamed something wrong in his heart, and suddenly saw a stone tablet in Yan Mingkong's hand, with two simple and mysterious characters written on it.

"Untie the sword".

The stele looked ordinary, without the slightest breath of power or mysterious power conception flowing out.

But facing the tablet of unraveling the sword, the blood river sword of the old man in black suddenly trembled.

Although the blood river-like sword light did not disintegrate directly, the sword's edge immediately lost its previous power, as if it was about to be suppressed by the stone tablet.

But the sword in Yan Mingkong's palm exploded with astonishing power at this moment.

The fierce sword that attracts the nether world seems to manifest the hell of the underworld to suppress the world, instantly freezes all the blood and light into ice, and even strikes back at the old man in black.

The old man in black was used to seeing all kinds of rare treasures and wonderful methods in the world of mortals. Although he was not disturbed, his blood sword intent dissipated with a single movement of his mind.

Under the change of rainbow light, it turned into a dark golden color.

The domineering and condensed dark golden brilliance quickly builds a mighty and domineering god and demon.

Chen Luoyang's incarnation as a Banhai Taoist saw this scene from a distance and couldn't help laughing secretly.

The gods and demons of the ancient god religion are immortal, and they are indeed well-known throughout the world of mortals.

When Ling Cang, the previous owner of Heishuijue Palace, faced Bie Donglai's attack and considered his own defense, his first reaction was to turn into an indestructible god and demon.

Now, the elder of Heishuijue Palace obviously agrees with his previous Palace Master.

And the icy-cold brilliance in Yan Mingkong's eyes suddenly became more dazzling.

Her whole body suddenly became transparent at this moment, like an ice sculpture.

And its speed suddenly accelerated, like a phantom.

Although Chen Luoyang, a half-sea Taoist, tried his best to suppress the aura of the three black dragons, it was the foundation of the martial sage realm.

But when he looked from a distance at this moment, he couldn't see Yan Mingkong's movements clearly.

Facing Yan Mingkong's sharp edge, the old man in black, who was almost close at hand, felt that the shadow of death seemed to cover his whole body in a blink of an eye.

The dark golden brilliance on his body was still flashing, and he was about to form a god-devil form, but just before this was completed, Yan Mingkong's invisible divine edge was already handed to his chest!

One thought produces ten thousand dharmas, one thought transforms ten thousand dharmas.

The sword of the blood river and the indestructible body of the gods and demons are transformed, and only in the thought of the black-clothed old man, both offense and defense are extreme, which is amazing.

But for Yan Mingkong's sword, this thought has been too long!

The black-clothed old man missed the opportunity with one move, and Yan Mingkong seized the opportunity in an instant, and reached his chest with a sword.

Without the indestructible defense of gods and demons, facing the sharp killing of the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, even the old man in black is extremely dangerous if his cultivation level is higher than that of Yan Mingkong.

The old man in black had no choice but to gather his own rainbow light to resist Yan Mingkong's sword edge as soon as possible, and at the same time he swung his palm and hit Yan Mingkong hard, intending to attack the enemy and save him, forcing Yan Mingkong to return his sword to protect himself.

Unexpectedly, Yan Mingkong seemed to be completely disregarding his own safety, and he wanted to fight the black-clothed old man to the end with the posture of dying together.

The old man in black was furious, and simply increased his attack.

Although the opportunity was lost, the gap in cultivation was there after all.

He could still afford to take Yan Mingkong's sword, but this strike would completely kill the woman in white in front of him.

The sword light flashed, piercing through the body of the old man in black, but there was no bleeding.

At the wound of the old man, there were ice crystals flashing with cold light, full of the meaning of death and withering, and they continued to spread, eroding the body around the wound.

At the same time that the sword light pierced his body, the elder of Heishuijue Palace also slapped Yan Mingkong on the forehead!

"Crack."

It seems that the ice cubes are shattered, or the moonlight reflection in the water is smashed, or a phantom is broken.

The pupils of the old man in black suddenly shrank.

What about Yan Mingkong?

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