The murderous aura came, the wind was howling, and a white shadow quickly magnified in front of my eyes.

Fu Jingtao was not surprised by the pursuit from Jiuyou Valley. Since the appearance of the monster, he had long guessed that a fierce battle was inevitable. Due to the existence of the mask, it blocked the cold wind on the cut surface and also isolated the opponent's spying.

Suddenly I realized that after wearing this evil ghost mask, I don’t have to worry about the opinions of others, I don’t have to worry about the secret being leaked, and I don’t have to care even if I do something out of place.

When he was "Fu Jingtao", the purple-coated Jinlang, and the top of the Song Dynasty Qingyun List, there were many things that could not be said and many things that could not be done - after all, he would be invisible to this world

Rules constraints. For example, he cannot violate the rules of Xuanyuan Gate, cannot violate the morality of the martial arts world, and cannot say disrespectful words to the Emperor of Song Dynasty.

But when you put on a mask, everything is different.

As long as you act concealed enough, who can guess who is under the mask? Perhaps ten thousand people will have ten thousand guesses.

A kind of comfort that can release the dark side of the heart quietly permeates, making people irresistible.

Don't forget that he has a special relationship with the Demon Lord Xiao Hen. Because of the blood-transforming magic, there has always been an restless inner demon in his body! Even the strongest martial arts he can master now, "Fist of Destruction

", you also need to be possessed by the devil before you can exert ten thousand of your power. And these secrets cannot be known to the world and will become huge rocks that weigh on his heart.

If he cannot release psychological pressure appropriately in time, his mind will be greatly distorted and he may eventually fall into a devil. The so-called "blocking" is not as good as "silence", which is what he means. But his every move is subject to thousands of people

How can he reveal the dark side at will when he is attracted? Unless he has another completely different identity.

The most urgent task is to defeat the Dongyou Demon King first!

Fu Jingtao thought of it in a flash, grabbed the chopsticks on the table and threw them out, shouting: "Fight!"

The sound is like thunder, and the four walls echo.

His true energy was swelling, his muscles and bones were tense. He opened his arms and rushed forward like a tiger rushing forward with a fierce look! There was no hesitation, no fear, no timidity, only the fighting spirit of not bowing his head!

Among the four major forces of the Demon Sect, Jiuyou Valley's style is relatively low-key and tolerant. It is not as sharp as the Demon Sect's sharpness, it is not as powerful as the Heavenly Demon Sect, and it is not as famous as the Blood Refining Sect, but it can stand in the troubled times of more than a hundred years.

In contrast, his strength hidden under the ice can be imagined. The Nine Nether Demon Emperor has been passed down for several generations, and each Demon Emperor can be promoted to the innate realm. This is a symbol of profound heritage.

As one of the four masters under the Demon Emperor, the Dongyou Demon King has been famous for many years and personally took the opportunity to snipe them and kill them. It can be said that he is a slaying knife to kill chickens.

However, Fu Jingtao has fought against the Evil King and killed the Ghost King. When he was in a desperate situation, he never retreated? Compared to the embarrassment of fighting alone and fighting alone, now with the help of his brothers, would he be afraid? Even if he faces the famous and famous

The great devil must also have the belief of winning in battle!

How difficult is martial arts practice? If you don’t have the will to win, just go home and farm.

So he had never considered escaping and was the first to rush forward!

The most refined, pure and fierce fighting spirit burst out, filling the surrounding space. Tuoba Jian, Wu Dong and others are so close, how could they not sense it? Who would be a turtle that is ridiculed? Could it be that the devil is ruthless

Killing? Without a word, everyone's hearts were filled with hot blood, and their eyes were filled with raging fire, as if the whole person was burning instantly.

war!!

The cold light flashed, the figures rushed over, rushing towards him.

Only Qiao Hui slid calmly and retreated, his arms drooped, and the light of his sword flashed slightly between his fingers. He knew that his close combat was purely a death sentence, and the way to make a cold arrow suddenly from a distance was the king!

Bang! The chopstick drum was cut into pieces by a scarf, and countless bamboo chips were flying and falling.

The man in brocade face was as deep as water, his eyes were pounding cold, and his anger was beyond words. These hateful little insects not only fled in panic, but also dared to take the initiative to attack?! Do you really think that this king is bluffing?

With murderous intent, he walked into the inn with a big step, raised his hand and slapped Meng Hu at the blocking path. The shadow of the palm was intertwined with virtual and real, and there was a mysterious meaning hidden.

The devil was angry, the light and shadow were twisted, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

If you are a person with a weak mind, you may immediately collapse and give your head obediently.

Meng Hu ignored the falling cold wind and shouted: "Kill!" His arm was shaken, and the bone-cutting knife slashed directly at the enemy's palm. His combat instinct was different from that of ordinary people. He saw through the illusory scene at a glance, and the blade pointed at it was no different.

——If the steel knife faces the flesh palm, you will never suffer any loss.

"Huh!" The man in brocade never expected that the junior could see through his killer moves. While he was surprised, his murderous intention became stronger. Du Xiufeng and the Demon Sect were born rivals. How could such an outstanding young man allow him to grow up smoothly?

The ideal result is to kill him when he is young.

Almost at the same time, Shenkong pointed and pointed his fingers quickly, and his fingers were exposed, pointing to the point of the Demon King Jianjing point, and his finger wind condensed like a sword, invisible and intangible, which is the unique skill of Wuxiang Temple, Wuxiang Shen Finger. He is not

A pedantic and stubborn person knows that no one is the opponent of the Demon King. He must join forces to fight to gain a glimmer of hope. He will rescue the enemy at the moment and try to rescue his companions.

The man in brocade shrank his hand and shook his body to dodge, and said in a deep voice: "Are you a monk from Wuxiang Temple?"

Shenkong said: "That's right!" He flicked his fingers, and continued to shoot in anger at the wind.

The man in brocade sneered, and a sword was swung out from the air. The finger wind was completely destroyed, and the sword force continued to remain strong, hit Shen Kong's chest with a bang.

Puff! Shenkong opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of blood, and he retreated and continued.

"Little monk!" Meng Hu shouted angrily, and a whirlwind storm broke out in his hand, slashing at the devil's hole, preventing his opponent from reaping Shen Kong's life.

Boom! One knife cuts the air, and the sword energy falls to the ground and gravel splashes.

The man in brocade whipped his five fingers and hit the back of the knife as if he was slow and fast. However, he saw the blade trembling violently. The next moment he flew out of his hand and inserted it into the beam of the room tremblingly.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the man in brocade. As long as he killed these two people, it would be equivalent to giving Wuxiang Temple a heavy blow to Du Xiufeng, which may affect the situation of the rivers and lakes in the next ten years. With this, he will come to the Demon Emperor and come to the Demon Emperor.

If you seek credit, you will definitely receive generous rewards.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he had no time to kill. A wild and strong fighting spirit came from behind, like a roar of volcanic lava, like a huge wave roaring by the sea, and the strong wind roaring.

As strong as a demon king, he felt a trembling feeling on his skin, and the danger was raised for the first time - what's going on? How can a few younger generations threaten themselves? Is God kidding?
Chapter completed!