Wu Tian stretched out his long sleeves, like a blue cloud sweeping the moon, easily absorbing Wu Zi's soul. Then, the demon emperor Wu Tian made three spears in a row, forcing the old Taoist to make him feel overwhelmed.

The battle between the two was originally the Demon Emperor's superiority. At this time, the Demon Emperor suddenly exerted his strength and used his ultimate moves, immediately caught the old Taoist off guard. These three swords were heavy and he was able to rely on continuous retreat to relieve his strength.

Originally, the old Taoist had no problem with the response. He opened the distance and then suppressed the opponent with the long-range attack of the sword silk. His idea was very good.

But the Demon Emperor Wutian had been planning for a long time, so how could the old Taoist retreat so easily? Where Wutian's mind moved, black fog rolled in, and instantly drowned a hundred feet in a circle.

This time, Wu Tian controlled the range of the Soul-Devouring Black Mist to an extremely small range, causing the pressure of the person in the Black Mist to double and his spiritual consciousness was compressed to the peak.

In the black fog of the soul devouring, the five senses were confused. They did not look at objects, and did not listen to sounds. Everything around them was illusion caused by the black fog eroding the spiritual consciousness.

The old Taoist suddenly closed the five senses and relied on his spiritual sense to observe the surrounding environment. However, once the distance exceeded ten feet, even the spiritual sense could not penetrate. Suddenly, the old Taoist felt a faint murderous aura rising behind him. If the old Taoist had not experienced many battles and was extremely sensitive to murderous intent, he might not have been able to detect it at all.

As soon as the old Taoist became alert, he saw a long dark spear piercing from behind.

The Demon Emperor Wutian is indeed not at a disadvantage. When Tang Cheng killed his son, he wanted to kill Tang Cheng's master in revenge. It was the nature of revenge that he would revenge on the spot.

The old Taoist body was floating backwards, and this was delivered to Wutian. In this soul-devouring black fog, it was much more difficult to change direction than usual. Even though the old Taoist had outstanding strength and had reached the state of rushing and ease, he would inevitably have to delay in a blink of an eye. For the master's moves, this blink of an eye had already determined the fate of the old Taoist.

The old Taoist has lost most of it.

The dark long spear stabbed the old Taoist back like a poisonous dragon, silently. Logically speaking, the old Taoist can accept his fate at this moment. But the old Taoist has never admitted defeat since his lifetime, let alone appointed him!

The blue veins on the old Taoist's forehead swelled up, and the sword threads suddenly slashed backwards.

Practicing swords into silk is one of the manifestations of practicing flying swords to the extreme. The flying swords are sacrificed to refine the Tao and transform them back and forth, nine times in a row, and finally they are perfect.

One sword breaks all kinds of methods. This title called "The Cultivator's fear" is the greatest praise for sword cultivators. Unfortunately, when practicing swordsmanship in front of you, it is not so effective.

The slender sword silk cannot destroy the Guiyang Ge. Faced with this substantial attack, the old Taoist who lacks defense methods cannot come up with an effective way.

For example, this time, Wu Tian's offensive was indeed fierce, and the old Taoist could only remove his strength and retreat, and did not dare to confront him head-on. This time, the sword thread cut straight away Yang Ge, if he had not forced him to Liangshan, the old Taoist would never have done it. The way of flying swords was originally to avoid the virtual and attack the real, and with its incomparable speed, it dragged down the opponent.

The old Taoist's wishful thinking was jingling. As long as Wutian took this move, the old Taoist could naturally use the power to float forward and escape from danger. But how could Wutian not understand what everyone knows?

When the corner of his mouth was pulled, Wutian showed a meaningful sneer. The long spikes drew a wonderful arc in the air, and then, it avoided the old Taoist sword silk.

The sword failed and the old Taoist suddenly fell into a desperate situation.

Long Ge approached the old Taoist inch by inch. If nothing unexpected happened, after a few breaths, it would be the time when the old Taoist died. Under the cover of black fog, no one knew that the old Taoist's situation was so dangerous.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and the sword silk turned into millions of phantoms, slashing on the long spear. As long as the long spear belt could deviate from the route, the old Taoist could have a glimmer of hope.

Although this glimmer of life is so slim, the old Taoist will never give up. As the old saying goes: at the critical moment of life and death, if you give up hope, then hope will give up you. If you don’t give up hope, then miracles may come.

The sudden and rapid slashes pushed the Yang Ge away from the original route by about three inches. Although it was not helpful to the situation of the battle and a trivial change, for the old Taoist, it was a masterpiece that he was unwilling to give.

At this moment, a dazzling five-colored sword rainbow penetrated the darkness and just caught the old Taoist's waist. This sword rainbow did not carry the slightest murderous aura, which made the old Taoist completely unaware of his guard.

Jianhong made a living, and then, Jianhong rushed back with the old Taoist, like the extremely elastic rubber shrinking rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist had escaped from the black fog of soul-devouring. The old Taoist who had wandered between life and death was not at all depressed. In the hundreds of years of cultivation, the old Taoist had experienced countless times and almost died, and this was just an ordinary time.

In the black fog of the soul-devouring fog, the demon emperor Wutian was unwilling to let the prey escape in front of him. His body moved, but he saw two sword lights slashing horizontally and vertically.

Wu Tian made a random move and hit the center of the sword rainbow and defeated the five-colored sword rainbow, but the doubts in his heart did not diminish. Under the cover of the soul-devouring black fog, how did his opponent accurately discover his whereabouts.

What's the trick?

Wutian naturally didn't know that after Tang Cheng fully realized Yin and Yang, all the energy in the world was under his spiritual consciousness, and there was no secret.

Or his soul-devouring black fog could block the exploration of Lao Dao and others, but to Tangcheng, it was like a clear stream, with no secret at all.

The sword rainbow pulled away from the old Taoist robe as if he was practicing, and crossed in the air. The old Taoist Wangyou praised: "Yes, good disciple, you have made great progress in your strength. This demon king is indeed powerful enough. I am not his opponent by my old Taoist, so let him taste the power of our master and disciple joining forces!"

When the old Taoist talked about siege, he was not embarrassed at all. As a realistic person, the old Taoist never thought of becoming a hero who saved the world. He liked to fight alone, but he was not pedantic.

However, Tang Cheng smiled and said, "Master, don't belittle yourself. This bird man just relies on his black shell to cover up his eyes and ears. Let's see the disciple break it!" As he said, Tang Cheng vibrated his wings and purple light flew. In the blink of an eye, Tang Cheng slashed his sword and rainbows around the thick fog of a hundred feet in a row, killing more than a thousand sword rainbows in a row.

The five-colored sword rainbow penetrated into the black fog, as if a stone was sinking into the sea, and there was no wave splashing. Tang Cheng couldn't help but be surprised. The power of the five-colored sword rainbow was very terrifying. The more than a thousand sword lights were enough to destroy a mountain to ashes, but the black fog was destroyed and it was endless. Wu Tian, ​​who was standing in the middle, waved the Deserting Yang Spear, and the Five-colored sword rainbow collapsed at one touch, and there was no way.

Tang Cheng suddenly returned to his original position, shook his head in annoyance, and said, "Master, this turtle shell is really hard. Let our master and disciple join forces to make him a fucking water!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp roar suddenly came from behind, and the roar was filled with crazy murderous intent. The ordinary Shura on Zhongnan Mountain who were massacred by Wang Jiusi heard the roar and his eyes were bloodshot and rushed towards the lowly disciples of Lou Guandao for no reason.

These Shuras are not weak, and they are also suddenly transformed. Wang Jiusi only got to intercept a small half. He was broken through the defense by three hundred Shuras and entered the ordinary disciples.

At this time, there were still eight hundred disciples of Lou Guan Tao who survived the disaster. They were not afraid of these three hundred Shuras. But what was unexpected was that just as He Changying and other disciples of Lou Guan Tao were ready to beat their hands, these Shuras exploded one by one.

Three hundred Shuras exploded at the same time, without a single hesitation. This attack destroyed most of the disciples of Lou Guandao, and everyone else was injured.

Bai Shi Zhenren, Sima Chengzhen, and Wang Jiusi were unwilling to fight and flew to the disciples to start rescue.

The whistle was done by the Shura Dharma Lord. He saw that his disciples were killed by Wang Jiusi and killed chickens and sheep, and he was just a draw with Zhenren Mingye. He was unable to break the deadlock, so he immediately made up his mind to retreat.

The two opponents were transferred away with the destined cannon fodder. The Shura Master immediately relied on the protection of his armor and was slashed by the Kunwu Divine Sword and retreated with the help of his power.

Halfway through the road, Shura Dharma mainly produced a series of magic tricks. The blood mist that Shura exploded was pulled by invisible power and immediately filled the air.

This was like a signal. With the emergence of the red fog, the soul-devouring black fog of the Demon Emperor Wutian exploded, covering all the radius of hundreds of miles. The demon saints and Shura seemed to have made an agreement to immediately take this opportunity to force the enemy back and gather at Wutian's place.

Tang Cheng immediately judged the enemy's intentions.
Chapter completed!