The light of the sword was dazzling. At this time, let alone the Old Demon of Shayang, even if the Three Demon Emperors, Six Sea Kings, or the Lord of the Holy City were to change places with him, they would still be unable to hide from such a close distance.
But the old devil was naturally unwilling to die like this. He shouted loudly, and a sound stronger than a thunderbolt from the blue reached his ears. The devilish energy surged all over his body, and then all gathered towards his right arm. Suddenly, the whole arm was covered with black awns, purple-red.
The scales emerged, the nails swelled, and the entire arm looked like it had turned into a ghost claw.
Then he turned his head, barely avoiding the vital point, and stretched out his right hand fiercely, using a black tiger move to dig out the heart, and directly hit Xianmu Yilan's left rib. This was a lose-lose attack.
After all, the old monsters in the Dongxuan period have rich experience. Anyone who can reach this point has experienced countless bloody storms.
Just a few inches determines the outcome.
Xianmu Yilan was shocked and angry, but at this time it was too late to change her moves, so she could only inject all her magic power into the Tongtian Lingbao...
Blood splashed, and both of them screamed at the same time. In an instant, there was a bloody atmosphere for miles around. The final result of this battle of wits was that no one got an advantage, and it ended in a lose-lose outcome.
The face of the evil evil demon was full of resentment. He lost one hand and one foot. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have almost been disemboweled.
The bleeding had stopped by this time, but he was still grinning in pain.
Xianmu Yilan was not having a good time either. There was a hole as big as a bowl of blood in his left ribs, and his whole body was almost penetrated. However, there was no blood flowing out of the wound. Only the dark demonic energy surged as if it were alive.
The two of them each suffered a lot, and after one blow, they separated.
"Old guy, I just killed one of your disciples. If I continue fighting like this, I'm afraid we will both fall together. Are you really willing to fight with me for a mere disciple? It will be a life-and-death situation for no one.
"Xianmu Yilan's cold voice reached his ears.
Old Demon Shayang fell into silence. At this time, he no longer dared to rely on him. Although the opponent was a clutch, in terms of strength, he was not inferior to himself.
Although he was unwilling to give in, he understood that there was indeed nothing exaggerated in what the other party said.
"What do you want?"
"Just let it go."
"good!"
Unexpectedly, this time, Old Demon Shayang didn’t think much and simply nodded in agreement.
After all, when things have reached this point, he also understands that his own strength is far different from that of his opponent. The world of immortality speaks with fists. Since there is no guarantee of victory, it is useless to say anything.
Although it would be extremely embarrassing to go back like this, but weighing the pros and cons, life is more important.
The other party promised so neatly, which made Xianmu Yilan a little confused. His eyes swept over the old monster, and a vigilant light rose up, turning into a startling rainbow and flying away in the distance.
After a few flashes, it disappeared where water and sky meet.
The face of the evil evil demon was full of resentment, and he sighed leisurely for a long time.
This time, it was really a waste of money.
How could a mere clutch be so powerful, the Tongtian Lingbao, and the demonic transformation? What is the origin of that kid?
Shaking his head, his figure turned around and turned into a dark cloud flying towards him like the chief rudder of the Shayang Sect.
The matter of his injury must be concealed, otherwise the old guys who have a grudge against him will never let go of such a good opportunity.
With this thought in his mind, he had already flown hundreds of miles.
Suddenly, a rainbow-like sword energy suddenly rose from the sea. The momentum seemed to open up the world, and struck down hard on the top of his head.
Transformed into a warehouse, Old Demon Shayang was shocked. He never imagined that he would be ambushed. Could it be that the kid just made a complete circle and then plotted against him?
No, this spiritual power fluctuation is completely different, it's someone else.
I felt clearly that while Master Shayang was frightened and angry, his face actually showed a bit of sadness and anger. It was like a tiger was bullied by a dog, and even a small fish and shrimp dared to offend him.
But soon, he realized that he was wrong. What kind of shrimp was this? The power of that sword light simply made him afraid. It felt a little familiar. It was very similar to the magic weapon Xianmu Yilan used just now...
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Tongtian Lingbao?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, but Old Demon Shayang didn't dare to believe his own judgment. After all, treasures of this level are rare in the world of immortal cultivation in the East China Sea, but now, they are appearing one after another. Is this possible?
?
However, there is no point thinking about it now. No matter what kind of treasure it is, this sword light is extremely difficult to attack. There is no doubt about this. The most unfortunate thing is that the defensive treasures in his hands were all destroyed in the hands of Xianmu Yilan.
At this time, there is nothing to take out as a barrier.
In other words, his situation at this time was no better than when he had just faced Xianmu Yilan's sneak attack.
Danger!
If you are not careful, you may fall.
This kind of adversity inspired the old monster's bloody courage.
Roar!
He had originally lost one hand and one foot, but his severely injured body burst out with endless vitality at this time. The boundless demonic energy enveloped the area for several miles, and he was the center of the demonic energy. His right hand was entangled, and he became what he had just been.
The ghost claw, and then suddenly moved forward to grab it.
Stab...
As if thousands of people were returning to their clan, the demonic energy scattered around suddenly gathered in the middle. A strong wind blew around them, and shrill screams kept reaching the ears. At the same time, an incredible ghost claw appeared in the air.
It was a hundred feet in size, its nails were extremely sharp, its whole body was wrapped with dark electric arcs, and there were countless weird runes looming.
This move seemed to be completed smoothly, but the face of Old Demon Shayang no longer had any color at all, as if more than half of the mana and blood essence in his body had been drained away by this blow.
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boom!
The next moment, the ghost claws and the unparalleled sword energy collided with each other.
After a brief stalemate between the two, the sword energy was broken into pieces and dispersed.
However, this is not over yet. The first sword energy turned into nothingness, but the next sword energy appeared immediately after.
Lin Xuan was hiding in the dark and ambushing him. With his current strength, he no longer had any constraints on how to use the Demonic Sword. He could even attack continuously.
And this is not over yet, there are thousands of fire dragons and ice dragons following closely behind the sword energy...
Dragon's Teeth!
Lin Xuan had appeared at this time, but he didn't quarrel with the opponent at all. Since he was attacking the enemy secretly, wouldn't it be stupid to still quarrel with the prey? What he wanted was to beat the opponent to the underworld in one go.
Compared with Xianmu Yilan just now, such a violent attack is not weak. Old Demon Shayang is no longer in the mood to be angry, nor does he think about who the enemy is. He has already used that move just now.
Trying his best, he could only watch the sword light and the ice dragon fire dragon, one after another, completely submerging the ghost claws...