The wound that had been scorched by the fire burst into pain, and a wisp of blood slowly slipped from the arm, leaving a slender red streak that snaked forward.
The blood droplets congealed and gathered at the fingertips, the cold wind rushed, and the dangling bright red round beads suddenly slipped and dripped on the sword body glowing with white light.
The sword energy in the sky condensed, and the virtual and real sword light was blown away by the wind, like a thunderous electric light falling down.
The white light continued to converge, forming a majestic figure in the darkness, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a long soaring and roaring dragon.
That is the power belonging to the Dragon Palace.
Compared with human cultivation, demons have a unique talent in cultivation, and have cultivated demon energy and spiritual power that can be manipulated since birth. The bloodlines of the major demon clans are different, and their strengths are not similar.
Now Lin Xun's consciousness is surging, the dragon's demon power has been drawn out, supplemented by the dragon's blood into the sword, the fighting spirit has reached its peak.
Liu Xiuyuan didn't pay attention to the mere Jindan disciples. He didn't care much about wielding the Thunder Fire Art, but he didn't think that the sword light was raging, and he cut off the spell in one fell swoop and quickly attacked him.
Gee, difficult.
The young man cursed inwardly, hurriedly withdrew the strength in his hand, and jumped back into the air.
The annoying sword energy was like thousands of silver snakes dancing wildly. He was dazzled by the dazzling white light and had no time to fight back, so he could only swiftly sideways to dodge.
But in the blink of an eye, a gust of wind swept past, and the cheeks and arms seemed to be bitten by sharp teeth, causing a burning pain. He raised his hand and flicked, only to realize that the skin was cut by the sword energy, and blood had already seeped out.
Damn, how can this kid's demonic aura be so strong
Liu Xiuyuan couldn't help being upset, and when he raised his eyes to look at Lin Xun again, his eyes were full of killing intent: "Do you think... that you can beat me?"
As the words were finished, the thunder light became more intense, gathering a mighty electric current that stretched like a ribbon.
He laughed loudly, the side of his cheek eroded by the poison was twisted strangely, and with a wave of his right hand, the electric light hit Lin Xun: "It's just a little demon cultivator, just like you, you really think you have something. Ability? If you want to beat me, go to the West Sea and bring the Dragon Palace Royal Family over!"
He was speaking in a mocking tone, and he also used the killing intent that was inevitable.
Unexpectedly, the young Jianxiu standing in the yellow sand swung his sword up, the unstoppable electric light collided with the sword, accompanied by a deafening explosion sound—
All his attacks dissipated, offsetting the sword aura layer by layer.
what's going on? That kid... shouldn't be smashed into meat dregs
"I'm sorry!"
He Zhizhou was paralyzed like a pie on the ground. He gasped in pain as he opened his mouth and shouted with a smile, "He is the Dragon Palace Royal Family!"
Liu Xiuyuan: …
Liu Xiuyuan cursed silently.
According to his observation, that young demon cultivator has always been unknown, rarely even said a few words. When talking with the gang of sand bandits, he would even be so nervous that his face flushed.
That's all—this is actually the Dragon Palace Royal Family? !
Lin Xun's demon veins were completely stimulated, and there was only "war" in his heart, without any extra stop or nonsense, he clenched his long sword and attacked the dunes.
The dragon roars in the sky, and wherever the dragon shadow passes, it is all maddened by the wind and sand.
Between swords, lights, swords and shadows, the speed of the two fighting against each other was getting faster and faster, and they could almost leave behind the rushing wind.
Lu Wanxing was dazzled, and his scalp was numb. Later, his eyes couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and he could only see the fierce white light flashing everywhere.
The shadow of the long dragon is becoming more and more clear with Lin Xun's movements, gradually deepening from the initial translucent light, and slowly showing its outline.
At the moment when the long sword and the magic symbol collided.
Lu Wanxing held his breath and heard the frantic beating of his heart.
Amidst the densely packed thunder and lightning that spread out like a net, the formed dragon roared and held its head high.
Immediately, the sword light was like rain, and each white light condensed into the shape of a long sword, piercing the power grid deeply with the momentum of breaking the wind!
锃!
The first sword light pierced through the skynet, bringing scorching light to the dark desert.
Brilliant!
More and more white light passed through the current, and the long dragon trembled violently, sending out a piercing scream.
Lin Xun gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure the scalding hot liquid in his throat, with an unprecedented determination in his black eyes.
That's the blow!
There were overwhelming nets in all directions, and the imprisoned long dragons roared wildly. The originally indestructible current was like a mirror that suddenly shattered, and a crack that continued to spread appeared.
The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.
Suddenly, the giant dragon raised its long white tail made of sword light, and swept it hard towards the place where the electric current was—
"Liu Xiuyuan's formation..."
He Zhizhou grinned and coughed out a mouthful of blood, unable to stop the smile in his tone: "Broken!"
The array was shattered like a mirror, and the electric light burst apart like scattered lenses. Liu Xiuyuan was blown away by the sword energy and fell from the sand dune in embarrassment.
Lin Xun was almost desperate, and now he was also severely injured. The long sword in his hand could not withstand such a strong spiritual power, and it shattered in an instant.
"How are you!"
Lu Wanxing was frightened, and he didn't care that Liu Xiuyuan might attack again at any time. He hurried to Lin Xun's side, and was startled by the blood of the boy: "You, you, don't worry! I have medicines in my storage bag. ,I-"
She didn't speak, her body suddenly froze.
Lu Wanxing practiced on his own for many years, and could feel the strong murderous aura coming from behind him.
She was about to turn around and fight back, but an unfamiliar force suddenly appeared in her arm.
It turned out that Lin Xun frowned and pulled her behind him, then took a step forward and blocked a fire attack with the remaining spiritual energy.
"Are you still trying to be brave until now?"
Liu Xiuyuan didn't know when he got up from the ground, his face was covered in blood, and he was so weak that he couldn't even stand firm: "You don't have much strength left in your body, right? Although we are half a pound... but Jian Xiu has no sword, how much resistance will he have? ?"
Lin Xun didn't speak, his pupils were dark, and he couldn't tell his emotions.
He was right in saying that without the sword, he would never last five rounds under Liu Xiuyuan's hands.
"What about the blood of the Dragon Palace! In the end, I can't be like Wen Hemian, and I can't turn into a waste that I will crush at will!"
The more the man said, the more excited he became: "Wen Hemian hasn't used a sword for many years, and your senior brother can't move at a distance. I want to see, how can you—"
His smile froze when the word "how" had not been fully spoken.
The voice line in the throat will not come out, and when it is suddenly stuck, it becomes a bubble sound.
very embarrassing.
Who can tell him.
Why did the poor-looking girl... take out a white sword from her storage bag
Lu Wanxing widened his eyes, held the long sword in his hand, and looked at him ignorantly: "Sword? Are you talking about this?"
Liu Xiuyuan: …
He felt weird and outrageous.
It's not even the most outrageous.
But seeing the golden light flashing from her storage bag, another sword unexpectedly fell out.
Then the long sword fell like an unstoppable stream of water, and fell out of a bulging hill. Looking around, the handle was of great value and excellent condition.
Liu Xiuyuan: …
Grass.
Liu Xiuyuan was dizzy with anger, and for a while he was so angry that he forgot his identity as a villain and the current situation, and said with a trembling voice, "I need an explanation."
"That's right, didn't I keep running into the desert just to find my brother?"
Lu Wanxing scratched his head: "You can often see the lost magic tools in the desert, so I will collect them all, thinking that when I find my brother and leave Pingchuan Town, I will return these relics to the major immortals."
That's why she didn't sell the priceless sword, and she has been living a tight life.
Liu Xiuyuan's eyes were flushed with anger, and his expression management was completely out of control.
Qian San was paralyzed on the ground. Hearing that a carp was standing upright, his eyes stared like copper coins: "Not sold? Not sold at all? Then why do you often trade with strangers sneakily?"
"Don't family members often come to look for relics and bones?"
Lu Wanxing glanced at him: "If I find it, I will return it all to them."
"Then that," the sand bandits became anxious, "why didn't you tell us?"
"Will anyone believe me when I say this?"
Lu Wanxing raised his chin towards them, his expression a little proud and a little cool: "I understand what I'm doing, enough, do I need to do everything possible to get your approval?"
At a younger age, she tried to explain.
But the prejudice in people's hearts is difficult to change. No one believes that her brother really died in the desert, no one believes that the traitor's family has good intentions, and no one believes that in the face of so many precious relics, who will not be moved.
They were clearly prejudiced, but they insisted on making her bear all the consequences. Every time they tried to state the truth, they would only get ruthless ridicule and irony.
Later, Lu Wanxing disdain to explain, sometimes perfunctory with a smile on his face is much easier than explaining painstakingly.
She knew that she remembered what her father and brother said, and it was enough to be a good person all her life.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't think I'm pitiful—I think I'm croaking like a frog when the people in town talk."
Lu Wanxing stopped looking at Lin Xun's hesitant expression. He put his hands on his hips and glanced at the pile of long swords on the ground.
Liu Xiuyuan: "Haha."
Liu Xiuyuan: "Big brother, big sister, be gentle, don't slap your face."
Liu Xiuyuan acted majestic before, but in fact he didn't have much inventory.
As someone who is very good at assessing the situation, he obediently captures the situation, claiming that he will know everything and reveal all the information he knows.
"What? You want to know the plans of those demon cultivators? I don't know either!"
He was shivering in pain, surrounded by the sand bandits brothers, shivering in the ocean of muscles: "They only told me to get rid of you all here - oh oh oh! By the way, I overheard it before. Up until their conversation, kept saying someone's name, what's it called... 'Peggy'!"
Pei Ji.
Lin Xun couldn't figure it out: "Since their target is Junior Brother Pei, why did they kidnap Junior Senior Sister?"
"...Maybe it was because he wanted to target him that he took Ning Ning away on purpose."
Wen Hemian pressed his eyebrows and brushed his fingertips, but he still couldn't remove the sadness between his brows: "The two-meter dust formation is formed by the spiritual power and flesh and blood of decent monks. Since the demons have moved, it means that the formation has already been formed. There is a loophole. If you want to expand this loophole and destroy the big formation-"
He said for a while, his tone slightly solemn: "It needs extremely strong demonic energy."
"Demon qi?" Lin Xun frowned, "Isn't there enough magic qi in the Demon Realm?"
"If you want to break the formation, you can only do so from outside the formation."
Wen Hemian shook his head: "The demons have not yet caused a storm, which means that although there is a problem with the formation, it is fortunately not serious. The number of demon cultivators who have been able to escape is not many - with their strength, I am afraid it is difficult to destroy the big formation."
He Zhizhou was so surprised that he forgot the pain: "Did they have their eyes on Pei Ji? But he can clearly suppress the devil's breath, and in terms of devil's qi, he shouldn't be as strong as those guys in the devil's realm!"
"The demons attach great importance to bloodline. The more noble the bloodline, the heavier the demonic energy it contains. The reason why we can't feel Pei Ji's demonic energy is because he is trying his best to restrain himself and has not yet entered the demonic state."
Wen Hemian said: "The battle was brutal back then, and all the major demon lords and venerables were wiped out. We can only pin our hopes on the next generation of descendants. And the vast majority of demon lords... have no descendants."
In other words, Pei Ji is likely to be the only hope for the demons to break through the formation.
"To induce him to lose his mind, to induce chaos in his spiritual consciousness, and to let him fall into a demon, then make him pierce his heart with ten thousand arrows and break his muscles and veins, and then sacrifice it to the great formation... Maybe he can break through the dust of Liangyi."
Lin Xun was startled.
His heart was beating non-stop, and when he opened his mouth for a while, his voice was hoarse as never before: "So they took the little sister-"
Wen Hemian restrained her expression: "In order to disturb Pei Ji's consciousness, they probably want to kill her in front of him..."
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What Bai Wu said was true. When Ning Ning came out of the Ziwei Realm, he was indeed in a very long and dark crack. Looking up, he could see the distant cliff top.
I think she was dragged into the ground by the vine demon, and she was thrown away by it because of a struggle, and happened to fall into the crape myrtle realm.
So when he came out again, he was in the deep rift valley where the Ziwei realm was located.
She didn't know anything about the terrain in the desert, but fortunately, she brought a map for a rainy day. At this moment, I searched carefully with the help of the sword light, and soon found the exit of the rift on the map.
While looking at the map, Ning Ning couldn't help but think, this place is extremely remote, the sword spirit in the Ziwei realm can come here, must have suffered an extremely violent and unimaginable impact.
As for her master, she probably passed away many years ago.
Where would the body of that sword be
The priority is to join the others as soon as possible, before it's too late to think too much.
After confirming the location, she hurriedly closed the map. Just as she was about to leave along the rift, she heard a few footsteps in the endless darkness.
Ning Ning's figure was slightly stagnant.
The rift is not wide, and because there is little sunlight falling, there is a long and boundless darkness before and after.
The sand and stones on both sides cast an extremely heavy shadow in silence. Even if you were just here, you would feel unbearable suffocation.
What's more, the few footsteps came without warning, stepping on her eardrums lightly, like ghosts that came quietly, causing chills on the back.
The fear of the unknown is the most terrifying.
Ning Ning clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and was ready to turn around and draw the sword, but in the next instant, he couldn't help frowning.
At some point in the air, there was a dark fragrance, the fragrance penetrated the bones, as if it could penetrate every drop of blood effortlessly, making her whole body crisp.
In the days of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, she had long been accustomed to hitting with a sword, but she never expected that the other party would use poison directly.
The consciousness in my mind is gradually dissipating, and it turns into a surging ocean wave that randomly beats on the shore.
She heard a young voice, which was incompatible with the surrounding demonic energy, and her tone was too gentle: "Take her away, don't be too rude."
With the last remaining sanity, Ning Ning turned around.
Not far behind, five or six demons came towards her.
The leader was actually a young man, who seemed to be about the same age as her. Because of the dim light, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only see a slender figure.
Very familiar, deja vu.
Ning Ning blinked in surprise as his thoughts slowly gathered together.
Wow.
This is the shadow that appeared in her dream.