The young Taoist flew into the sky, stood on the clouds, and said to Zhang Yanyan: "Is the person coming from the Mingcang Sect a subordinate?"

Zhang Yan also slowed down the escape light, looked over, and said, "Who is the one who is the master?"

The Taoist smiled, with a little bit of arrogance from his younger generation, and said with his hands behind his back: "I am Ding Qun of Yuanyang Sect. Chen Ziyi from your sect is an old acquaintance. I heard that you are the top ten disciples of Mingcang Sect today, so I should call you uncle."

Zhang Yan thought for a moment, and he had heard of Chen Ziyi's name. This man was one of the ten former disciples and entered the Tao only a little later than Qi Yuntian. It was only more than two hundred years ago that the Mingcang Sect's internal strife was killed by a murderous man.

Not only this person, but also the top ten disciples of the same family, were killed by him. Now, the body is probably decayed. This person did not know about this, but was "invited" by the Nine Spirit Sect before the civil strife of Mingcang Sect, and then said with a smile: "You are just a mere puppet, an evil demon spirit, what qualifications are you to be my elder?"

Ding Qun said furiously: "Who is your master? Even if you Mingcang sends the commander, you will not be disrespectful to me."

Zhang Yan smiled and said, even though this person really had a friendship with the commander of the Mingcang Sect, Zhang Yan didn't take it seriously and said, "I don't care where you came from or what your identity was in the past. I just said a few words to you because you are still wise and wise. If you are conscious, you will make way and let me kill the demons. If you block this, you will just kill them together."

After hearing this, Ding Qun immediately became angry, but he was still calm and said in a cold voice: "Even so, I will teach you a lesson for your elders, so as not to know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Zhang Yan was too lazy to say more to him. He waved his sleeves, and the sword light suddenly rose and slashed quickly. Ding Qun sneered. Three balls of gang clouds on his head shook, and a wisp of golden energy fell, which suddenly condensed into two sword lights. One was to resist the sword balls in the air, and the other was to fight back.

Although Zhang Yan derogated from this person in his words, he actually never looked down on his opponent. After taking action, he wanted to move his Taoist magic weapons and just waited for the right opportunity to be released.

However, this man only used the golden energy to fight the enemy, and he never used the sword plate under his feet. He knew that he was too arrogant and would not be polite. He first sent a divine thunder to blast the sword energy to kill, and then he suddenly let out a loud shout. The sound stopped the clouds, and the sword light in the air suddenly turned into thirty-six paths. He came together.

This person can be very extraordinary when Yan Huixin invites him to the enemy at this moment. If he does not die with one blow, it will be a problem when he reacts. Therefore, as soon as he catches the flaw, he immediately uses the quickest means.

Ding Qun would not have thought that Zhang Yan's sword technique was so sharp. In his understanding, although there were several sword cultivators in the Mingcang Sect, it was not necessarily so clever. He even knew Shaoqing's disciples, so how could he take a junior seriously?

But at this moment, when he saw thirty-six sword balls break through the air, the sharp and cold light hit his eyebrows, he was shocked. With instinct to urge magic power, hundreds of sword lights flew out from the Guangyun immediately, like a heavy rain against the current.

Zhang Yan sneered slightly, and used the sword light to snatch the sword energy hard, which cut off the crazy flow. The sword light dispersed and divided it into the left, center and right, and cut it down.

Yan Huixin watched the game later. He originally hoped that Ding Qun could make a contribution, but now he saw that he had a flaw and said in his heart: "It's inappropriate to stay here. If Ding Qun wins, it's easy to say, but if he loses, wouldn't I not be implicated by him? Why don't I go away first?"

As soon as this thought came, he drove a light of light without turning back and flew away.

Ding Qun was shocked and angry at this time, and how dare he look down on his opponent again. He knew that once he was suppressed by a sword cultivator, he would probably be dead, so he refused to let him go. He shouted, raised his fingers and pointed out, and a strong golden energy pierced the blue sky, wrapping the sword light that was attacking from the front, and rushed in with his other hand, and he poked out from his sleeve. One of his five fingers, a ball of white smoke appeared, blocking another sword light that was attacking.

As for the last sword light, it was unimaginable, so he could only force out all his magic power and maintain the treasure light forever. The five sword lights came to a moment, and when they touched the treasure light, they made a clanging sound, but after a series of sounds, they did not break.

Ding Qun cultivated a magical power that almost no one practiced in the Yuanyang Sect, called "Jianzhen Spiritual Eye". He could see the authenticity of Taoism in the fight and see its power. This method was combined with a very clever Yuanyang sword technique, and every bit of magic power was just right when facing the enemy. He was a man who could exert his offensive and defensive momentum to the extreme. Not only that, the ordinary Taoist art of the Demon Sect was mostly hidden in front of him.

It is precisely because of this that Yan Huixin's army set up a plan to attract him in addition to this disciple who poses great threat to the Demon Sect.

He only took a look and judged that the sword light was not as good as Shaoqing's sword technique. Moreover, his protective treasure light was refined with Gengjin essence. He asked himself that it was not possible to do anything more than ten sword lights. Now he tried it, it proved that his judgment was not bad.

Zhang Yan has many methods, far more than one method to kill the enemy. Although the flying sword technique cannot defeat the enemy, it actually restrains Ding Qun. So he waved his sleeves and more than three hundred dark heavy waters roared out with a bang.

Ding Qun's eyes flashed, and he could see that the inconspicuous heavy water actually contained great power, and he was also very anxious. In order to resist the sword force, he had already used all his skills and could no longer draw his hands. If there was a magic weapon on his body, he could resist it. But because he voluntarily got the spirit banner, he had already left all his belongings to the disciples in the sect before he was imprisoned. The sleeve bag was already empty. In the critical moment, he bit the tip of his tongue cruelly, and with a "puff", he spit out a mouthful of essence and blood with a "pop".

The blood mist contained a mouthful of essence and evil that he had refined inside, which was not much worse than his natal magic sword. At this moment, he rushed down and blocked the Yin heavy water without any surprise.

Because he was extremely confident in his own judgment, he glanced at him and stopped looking closely and turned his eyes.

But at this moment, a drop of heavy water that was as dark as ink easily knocked away the essence and blood, flew straight towards him, and hit him with a bang, smashing it into pieces in an instant.

After being hit suddenly, Ding Qun was shocked and staggered on the clouds. His tongue wounded and blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, and he screamed in his heart.

Despite the "Jianzhen Spiritual Eye", among the 365 drops of heavy water, only one drop was Xuanming heavy water. After mixing it into it, he hurriedly never saw it and was leaked in.

This mistake was the magic power that was originally to resist the sword light was immediately broken, and the thirty-six sword lights were no longer blocked, and they immediately rushed in.

No matter how good Ding Qun was at this point, he was helpless. He thought that he had been able to reincarnate his deceased wife for more than two hundred years, abandoned the true disciple of the Yuanyang Sect and became a puppet. Seeing that he was about to stand out, he was about to die here, he couldn't help but feel sad. At this time, a resentful thought arose from where he said, "Even if I want to die, I will drag this person to be buried with me!"

As soon as this thought came out, his heart became very angry. He roared like a trapped beast, and pointed to the sky, and a strand of essence came out. Looking closely, it seemed like a crystal small sword less than half a finger long. The pure essence condensed. After it came out of his fingertips, it flashed away and disappeared.

Ding Qun had just finished this action, and the sword light on his head rolled down like a waterfall. In an instant, he dismembered his corpse, twisted it and cut it into countless pieces of fine blood and flesh, and they all fell down.

Only a dozen miles apart were two sword lights flying across. It was the Yang couple of Yuanyang Sect. Yang Bi suddenly exclaimed in surprise, stopped the escape light, turned his head and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Madam, is it because of the wrong response for the husband? That breath is not the natal magic sword of my Yuanyang Sect?"

Zhu Xin was also surprised and said, "I have such a response because my husband is not wrong."

The two looked at each other, and Yang Bi said in a deep voice: "Go and take a look."

There are only a few people in his generation who can practice the magic sword in Yuanyang Sect. They should be in seclusion at this moment. If they were elders without a talisman, they would not be able to come here. However, it would be impossible to say that his disciples could learn it. Most of the time, they were tricked by the Demon Sect, so the two decided to go and see what happened.

After Zhang Yan killed Ding Qun, he frowned, and always felt something was wrong. He was not relaxed and was still on guard.

Suddenly, a cold and cold feeling enveloped the upper body, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. At this moment, with a clear chant, Qiankunye suddenly flew out from his eyebrows and took the initiative to welcome a small sword formed by the essence in the sky. However, the small sword seemed to be a phantom, and from then on, it passed through the treasure without any obstacles.

Zhang Yan's reaction was so keen. Just as the Qiankun Ye flew out, he had already moved Xiao Zhutian to escape. In an instant, he moved hundreds of feet away. The little sword turned around without reason and still stabbed him.

Zhang Yan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he could sense that if he let this object attack his body, he would definitely be able to kill himself.

Since fighting the sword, it is the first time he has seen something so threatening to his life, so he has stopped and used his magical powers to continuously use his magical powers, and his body disappeared in the void. Fortunately, his magic power has been strong, so he moved out for more than twenty miles in one breath, but his magic power has not declined. However, despite this, the magic sword still refused to give up and followed him.

This sword is the natal magic sword of the Yuanyang sect monk. It is composed of its own energy and spirit. It is extremely transparent and clear. It is an invisible thing. If you cut it off with one sword, you will follow the energy, like a gangrene attached to the bone. Even if you are chasing thousands of miles away, it will be useless. If you do not break the law, you will be killed.

Ding Qun was angry before his death. Compared with the originally pure Sword of Life Killing, it was a little different. It was supported by a demonic spirit. As long as the aura was not eliminated, the sword would not dissipate.

Zhang Yan was still very calm when his life was at stake. He relied on the movement and escape method to dodge in the air. But if this continues, it is not a solution. He thought to himself, "Everything in the world has a way to break it. This thing seems to be a gathering of essence, killing intentions. If so, you can try that thing."

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