The Legend of the Demon Sword Emperor

The Legend of the Demon Sword Emperor
The Crazy Sword Sect's Change


    In the magic coffin, 20 days had passed, and Xing Yun had endured the pain for 20 days!


    If others had already fainted, but Xing Yun did not, even if his desires were dizzy, Xing Yun always clenched his teeth and insisted.


    In particular, feeling that the eternal flame pattern on his body was less than a fifth of its size just yet, Xing Yun took a deep breath and became even more determined.


    Because this meant that Xing Yun's pain was about to end!


    After the next ten days, Xing Yun finally became excited, as an immortal fire pattern guided the last great demonic energy within the body, and all of that was instilled into Wuchi's vast spiritual power.


    the explosion!


    Wu Chi was torn apart and widened again, and it was as big as a human head.


    The dark and mysterious undead flames were entangled in black spiritual power, whistling like a torrent.


    “Finally reach the top, now – compact the martial spirit to Lao Tzu!!”


    Xing Yun roared, and suddenly exerted a majestic spiritual power to gather towards the center according to the method in the Eternal Demon Sutra.


    For a while, the spiritual power revolved, like a black hole vortex.


    At the same time, the vortex had a strong tear strength, making Xing Yun feel that Wu Chi would be torn apart in the next moment.


    However, Xing Yun ignored him, and his desire had always pushed the black hole vortex to continue spinning and whistling.


    Time just goes by little by little.


    Such a majestic power condensed at one point, and a strange slowdown gradually occurred.


    I saw a black shadow suddenly appear in the black hole.


    The ghost was not tall, only the size of a fist, and vaguely formed a human figure.


    And after a long time, the figure gradually became clearer, and I focused on that - it was a mini version of Xing Yun !


    With the appearance of the mini version of Xing Yun, the great spiritual power in Wu Chi also disappeared.


    Because this is a transformation of spiritual power!


    ...


    the night was as cold as water, and the wind was gloomy.


    The outer disciple of the Mad Sword Sect, the former eighty-seventh heavy swordswoman An Jincheng, glanced at the broken right arm, and stared at the starry sky crescent moon with a sorrowful expression.


    "Hey. It was the same sect, and it was also an outer sect disciple. Why is there such a huge gap between me and Xing Yun?


    


    When I thought of the battle with Xing Yun in the life and death zone that day, I was full of *******.


    Xing Yun was like a heavy mountain, so An Jincheng was destined to only look up in this life.


    At this moment, the black shadow suddenly disappeared, causing An Jincheng's skin to change abruptly.


    "Who!" With a heavy blade unsheathed, An Jincheng's eyes were cold and low.


    But the next moment, a black-clothed man appeared behind An Jincheng, and a curved moon machete appeared under An Jincheng's neck.


    The one who killed you!”


    The black-clothed man smiled grimly, his arms trembled, and with a snort, An Jincheng's neck instantly spurted blood, his head trembled, and he fell to the ground.


    An Jincheng's eyes were filled with confusion and despair.


    The man in black looked back at the dark place behind him, "Do it!"


    Huuuuu!


    Dozens of men in black rushed out in an instant, and then disappeared quietly like cows entering the sea.


    At the same time, people in black clothes continued to appear in every room and place on the outer door, and the disciples from the outer door also died silently.


    The outer door old pavilion.


    Kong Yu opened his eyes slowly, conscious from his training.


    summon!


    A black shadow suddenly flashed past the window, causing Kong Yu to suddenly change his face and jump.


    “Who!”


    “That kills you!”


    The voice fell, and a black blade appeared behind Kong Yu. The sharp light of the sword made Kong Yu pale, roared, and suddenly slapped back with a palm.


    puff!


    With a flash of sword light, Kong Yu's arm instantly broke, and blood swept through the entire room!


    "Aah!!"


     Turn around to look at the man in black who appeared out of nowhere "The one who killed you."


    Kong Yu roared, "Who are you!"   


  Kong Yu's face turned wild for the first time, this power - the fifth level of the Martial Spirit Realm!  


   The next moment Kong Yu did not defend, but his eyes turned red, and he turned around and rushed out in panic!   


  He admitted that he had not offended anyone, and it was very strange that someone had come to kill him this time!  


   The most important thing was that this was the old pavilion residence, now that the killer had come to kill him, there was no sound outside, no one knew!    


 This made Confucius completely unable to understand it, so Confucius had to tell others immediately. Because he suspected that this was a long-planned murder against the Mad Sword Sect! 


    the explosion!   


  Kong Yu endured the blow from the man in black, and a bloody wound suddenly appeared behind him. 


    puff!  


   Kong Yu suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, but Kong Yu ignored him and rushed out in panic. 


    At this moment, even if he were to die, he would have to tell others! 


    Compared to his own life, this Mad Sword Sect, which he had lived his entire life, was more important!    


 the explosion!     


His door shattered into pieces, Kong Yu was about to shout, but the next moment he looked desperate!    


 A strong and extremely bloody smell wafted through the nostrils, making Kong Yu almost think that he had come to the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses!    


 Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, broken walls and ruins!   


  Bloody, like the Purgatory of Shura!    


 "No no no!!"


    Kong Yu's eyes split open, and he roared, "Older!! The elder!! Someone attacked the sect!! Come on!!"


    "Hehe. All over the outer door, you are the promise of the last life."


    The man in black smirked, the next moment suddenly appeared in front of Kong Yu, and the blade in his hand emitted a cold light and slashed towards Kong Yu furiously!


    “What!”


    Kong Yu was stunned for a moment, and two tear lines flowed silently.


The Mad Sword Sect had just disappeared.


    No, no, no!


    Suddenly, Kong Yu's eyes reddened, staring at the hysterical roar of the man in black, without defending at all, wildly rushing towards the man in black!


    "Damn it! Return the Deaf Sword Sect!! I'm fighting you!!"


    Pfft!


    Confucius moved quickly, but the man in black clothes was even faster, piercing his heart with a knife!


    “Hey, fight? What are you fighting for? Rubbish!”


    The man in black sneered, and with a flick of his hand, he was about to throw Kong Yu away.


    However, Kong Yu spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the next moment he became angry, he grabbed the hand of the man in black, who was wearing black, and the other hand suddenly turned into a fist and smashed it into the man in black!


    "The Sect of the Deaf Sword will not let anyone break it!! Even if I am the only one left, I will break one of your teeth!!


    "


    The man in black was surprised, but he quickly took out a dagger, and one picked it up. The blade cut Kong Yu's arm with a sudden kick and kicked Kong Yu into the air!


    "Huh! The second level trash of the Martial Spirit Realm smashed Lao Tzu's teeth? Seeking death! "


    The sound fell, his arms trembled, and a dagger flew out, directly piercing Kong Yu's throat.


    Kong Yu's body trembled, and he wanted to stand up with a ferocious expression, but he could only continue spouting blood from his mouth!


    Tears flowed in his eyes, his lips trembling, but he could not say anything.


    The man in black sneered, turned around and jumped, rushing towards the inner door quickly.


    At this moment, within and outside the Mad Sword Sect, countless black-clothed people had gathered, each one above the Martial Spirit Realm, and each one was above the Martial Spirit Realm, and there were even eight Martial Palace Realms!


    Among the men in black, the leader was a young man.


    Dressed in white, with black hair covering her face.


    The wind whistled, his clothes lifted, his hair fluttered, and an evil face appeared.


    Bai Zixuan! !