The Demon Lord saw from afar that the demon cultivator was killed by the green-clothed man with a sword before he could even make a move. His gaze narrowed and a hint of shock flashed across his eyes.
The demon cultivator was one of the ten demons under his command, and he was very clear about his strength. He thought that the man in green would be killed by his sword, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to die.
He was able to kill a demon cultivator of such strength with one sword, and he was so young. In an instant, he thought of the ghost doctor Feng Jiu. But what kind of strength was this ghost doctor Feng Jiu? How could he kill a demon cultivator who was one of the ten demons under his command in one move
Suppressing the shock in his heart, he gestured to the demon cultivators behind him, asking them to attack the Xingyun Immortal Sect. At the same time, he flashed in front of Fengjiu in an instant.
He was wearing a black robe and stood with his hands behind his back. He narrowed his bloodshot eyes and stared at the figure in green clothes in front of him. A deep voice came out of his mouth: "Are you Fengjiu?"
He looked at Fengjiu with an unpredictable expression on his face. No one knew what he was thinking. His eyes were fixed on her, examining her.
Fengjiu held the Qingfeng Sword and pointed it at the ground. She had a restrained aura and did not reveal her strength at all. Even so, the energy flowing through her body was enough to make people dare not underestimate her.
She did not answer the demon lord's words, but just glanced at him. From a close distance, apart from his pair of blood-red eyes, the face that was said to have been covered by a mask and could not be seen clearly was now revealed.
It was a face of a man in his thirties or forties. His appearance was not particularly outstanding, but he exuded an evil aura, especially with a pair of blood-red eyes, which made people feel even more dangerous.
She swung the Qingfeng Sword in her hand, and her figure flashed out like lightning, rushing forward with fierce murderous intent. The powerful sword energy bursting out from the Qingfeng Sword was very terrifying. However, the Demon Lord was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he stared at Fengjiu with interest and smiled.
"You want to kill me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised one hand, and a stream of air gushed out from that hand, blocking the Qingfeng Sword that Fengjiu was stabbing forward. The sword energy also stopped in mid-air and could not get close to him at all.
"Can you kill him?"
As soon as the words came out, the Demon Lord retracted his palm, and a stream of air wrapped around the Qingfeng Sword. With a pull, the Qingfeng Sword held by Fengjiu flew out of her hand with a whoosh and flew forward.
"call out!"
“Hiss!”
A sharp sound of breaking through the air cut through the air. It was the sound made by the flying Qingfeng Sword. However, the flying Qingfeng Sword pierced a demon cultivator behind him. The defenseless demon cultivator covered the wound pierced by the Qingfeng Sword and moved his lips, but could not utter anything and fell from mid-air.
The Demon Lord didn't seem to care about this. It was as if it didn't matter to him whether the demon cultivator was dead or alive. At this moment, he only had Feng Jiu in his eyes, and his blood-red eyes were burning with interest in his prey.
Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to look him in the eye, and no one had ever been as fearless of him as she was, so he became interested in her, as if he had found some interesting prey, and wanted to imprison her in his cage and play with her.
Compared to his interest, Fengjiu frowned slightly. With a thought, the flying Qingfeng sword returned to her hand again, but she did not make any move easily while holding the Qingfeng sword.