Chapter 1,119

The boundless night turned into blood and crimson.

Leng Aoran's strange smile under the hazy crescent moon made people shudder, and the faces of Yan Teng and the other three became more solemn than ever before.

"careful!"

Yanteng's pupils shrank suddenly and he suddenly said loudly.

Before he finished speaking, Leng Aoran's sword moved, but his man clearly remained where he was without any movement.

Yan Teng didn't have time to think too much, raised his hand and punched him, and went straight to meet him.

boom!

A figure behind him was like a mountain peak rising from the ground, and his fist was like a city gate, standing in front of him.

Click!

There was the sound of the city tower shattering, followed by dazzling electric light piercing the night sky, and a sword light smashing the fist into pieces.

The Thunder Demon Sword, which was still in place just now, suddenly came to Yanteng. His men came very quickly, but his sword came even faster.

Phew!

Almost as soon as Yan Teng's fist was chopped off, the sword light drew a bloody mark on Yan Teng's body. Yan Teng retreated quickly enough. However, the sword still scratched his right shoulder, and his face was involuntarily exposed.

The color of pain.

"Shenxiao conquers the devil!"

At the critical moment, Xuan Fei held a Zen staff and killed him, and lightning burst out in the crimson night. His staff shattered the void, as if even the mountains could be easily flattened.

Domineering and fierce!

Leng Aoran turned around to avoid the sharp edge, and then slashed across with his sword. There was blood and light like a dragon, and the dragon's head roared, and the battle was easily shaken back.

boom!

The dazzling sword light pierced the clouds. Lei Lan, the fastest among the three, flashed the sword light in his hand and slashed towards the neck of the Ben Lei Demon Sword.

Bang!

Leng Aoran smiled faintly, and after the dragon roared, the dragon's tail waved.

Boom!

Before the opponent could get closer, the blood-electric dragon formed by the light of the sword swung its tail and transformed into a violent wind that stirred the sky. The void shook and swept Lei Lan away with his sword.

"die!"

As soon as Yan Teng landed, he ignored the scars on his shoulders and punched like a comet across the sky, directly hitting the head of the Thunder Demon Sword.

The sword in Leng Aoran's hand circled around, the dragon shadow wrapped around the sword, and the sword thrust out to resist the terrifying fist light.

Bang!

With a shocking loud noise, the ground exploded in an instant, and Yan Teng took several steps back before barely regaining his balance.

"Too tender, too tender, hahahaha!"

Leng Aoran laughed endlessly. He didn't give the three people a chance to attack again, and directly launched a terrifying sword move.

Immediately, everyone saw an extremely horrifying scene.

Leng Aoran fought one against three, and the leaders of these three sects were crushed to the point of being overwhelmed by him alone.

Underneath the crimson color, blood and electricity flashed in the sky.

The terrifying sword power was perfectly integrated with the thunder and lightning, and the evil spirit. Leng Aoran's sword power was only at the peak of psychic power, but his thunderous will had reached an extremely terrifying state.

What's even more terrible is that his blood evil is perfectly integrated with his sword intention, which can produce the power of a dragon as if it were real.

How terrible!

In less than half an hour, these three people were left with more or less bloody sword wounds. However, the Thunder Demon Sword was unbreakable, the smile on its face never stopped, and there was no injury at all.

Is this really just the Galaxy realm?

Everyone was stunned. Their realm was the same as that of the Thunder Demon Sword, not much different.

But the difference in combat power is several times higher, which is completely unimaginable. What's more, he looks very young, no more than thirty years old.

Maybe the rumors are true, and he was once a disciple of a super sect in the ancient region.

"Nine dragons break the sky!"

Another sword light flashed, and the whole world was transformed into a bloody ocean by the Thunder Demon Sword, until the sword light fully bloomed.

Nine blood-colored dragons burst out of the sea, blasting Yan Teng's killer until he vomited blood and flew away.

When the three of them landed on the ground, their faces were extremely pale, and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of their mouths. The look in their eyes, when they looked at the Thunder Demon Sword, flashed with a thick look of fear.

Thunder Demon Sword!

No wonder, no wonder he could escape calmly from Ye Ziling's hands half a year ago.

This man's strength is far beyond their imagination, and even ordinary astrology realm experts may not be his match.

In the distance, there were people with horrified expressions on their faces, fleeing quietly, not daring to continue. The remaining people frantically distanced themselves and retreated to a place that Zi considered safe.

"The disciples of the three sects are getting more and more back. I haven't warmed up yet." Leng Aoran looked at the three of them, a look of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and he sneered.

Ridiculing these so-called direct disciples is one of his biggest hobbies.

Especially the way the other person knelt down in front of him and begged for mercy, trembling, made him go crazy with excitement.

However, something seems wrong.

The three people in front seemed quite calm, with fear in their eyes, but not much panic.

Are there any trump cards left?

The corner of Ben Lei Demon Sword's mouth curled up into a smile, and his eyes showed a look of interest, which seemed a bit interesting.

"The Thunder Demon Sword is really powerful!"

Yan Teng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly: "If I didn't have someone to rely on, I'm afraid I would have to beg you for mercy now. What a pity... Yan said that you will definitely die today!"

As he finished speaking, Yan Teng tapped the storage bag, and a gorgeous silver spear appeared in his hand.

This spear is covered with silver light, surrounded by holy light, and exudes a charming luster.

boom!

When Yan Teng held the spear with both hands at the same time, a majestic holy light rushed into the sky, and the crimson sky was instantly shattered. The crescent moon once again bloomed with bright moonlight, and the moonlight sprinkled gently on the ground like water.

Holy soldier!

Everyone was shocked when they saw the spear in Yan Teng's hand, and their jaws almost dropped in surprise.

This should be the holy weapon named King Hook in the hands of Chu Tianhao in the Hanging King Palace. Its spear head is shaped like a huge fishhook, hence its name.

Even in the ancient realm, holy weapons are extremely rare, even if they are just hundreds of holy weapons.

Everyone's hearts were shaken, and there were huge waves deep in their hearts.

Plop! Plop!

Leng Aoran felt that the blood in his body was speeding up and his heart was beating wildly. He was so high-profile in Cangxuan Mansion and finally caught a big fish.

"Kill him!"

Yan Teng held the king hook and looked at the Thunder Demon Sword with indifference, without any emotion in his eyes.

When he sacrificed the holy weapon, the man was already dead.

boom!

Wang Gou's spear light pointed forward, and the majestic holy power surged forward, instantly suppressing the blood evil of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Whoosh!

The blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye was like water, being continuously pushed back and rushing into the body of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Xuan Fei and Lei Lan were immediately under great pressure. They each roared, sacrificing their Holy Spirits to kill Leng Aoran again.

Leng Aoran's expression changed slightly. The pressure of this holy soldier had indeed caused him great trouble.

Body skills, star energy, sword intent, and even blood evil are all restricted by most of them.

Without thinking much, he immediately sacrificed his holy spirit, the bloody dragon.

Boom!

Three days of Holy Spirits competed under the moonlight, destroying all the vast Qiu family residences in just an instant. Countless walls and buildings collapsed, turning into dust in patches.

Bang!

When the three of them were fighting, Yan Teng suddenly took action, and the king hook in his hand bloomed with silver light.

Densely packed holy patterns bloomed, and a beam of light shattered the void, and struck the body of the Thunder Demon Sword in the blink of an eye. With a click, blood surged, and a hole immediately appeared in the body of the Thunder Demon Sword, and blood continued to flow down.

"Humph, fight me!"
To be continued...