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The two swordsmen's shadows merged with Chen Huaian.

Chen Huaian's drunkenness disappeared, and he opened his eyes. He stared at the five demon saints with two cold stars, and said loudly: "You are not allowed to touch my disciples of the Moon Shadow Sect."

He came in a hurry, because after the dual cultivation, Li Qingran's spiritual energy had irrigated his body's cultivation to make a breakthrough, from the middle stage of the golden elixir to the late stage of the golden elixir, so he had to return to reality first to break through and consolidate his cultivation.

Fortunately, I finally caught up.

Otherwise, the death of any disciple would be difficult for him to accept. We have already been prepared to protect not everyone, but if possible, we hope that day will never come.

At some point, Zhaole was sent back to the cliff of 덿峰.

Two female cultivators from Lingxi Valley fed Zhaole some medicine. Zhaole was out of danger and was now staring at the figures of the five demon saints walking in the air.

Our Sword Pavilion ancestor has indeed arrived.

"I know...I know the ancestor will definitely come!"

Zhao Le wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

It's a pity that the ancestor was obsessed with swordsmanship all his life and didn't care about love between men and women, otherwise she would have fought for the position of the ancestor's Taoist partner.

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Chen Huaian looked down at the five demon saints and walked slowly down into the air. Every step he took seemed to be on solid ground, and ripples appeared in the void beneath his feet.

놛 does not have the earth-shaking aura of these demon saints.

But there is a kind of obscure, heart-pounding pressure. It's like a sword on your neck, making you breathe carefully.

"Who are you?"

The Great Sage Kunpeng looked solemn.

The first Mahayana monk of mankind finally appeared.

Its regenerative ability should have allowed its arm to recover instantly, but a strange silver-white sword intent was covering the wound, and its flesh and blood was completely suppressed by the sword intent, and was cut into pieces as soon as it grew out.

Obviously.

This Mahayana swordsman is no ordinary person.

"I am Chen Huaian, the ancestor of Jian Ge... But now, I am the ancestor of Yueying Sect, and Jian Ge is Yueying Sect."

"So it's you!" The Great Sage Moving Mountains' face darkened, and he said angrily: "Did you steal the high-level spiritual veins of my demon race?"

Chen Huaian raised his lips slightly: "High-level spiritual veins are born and have existed since ancient times. It is not born or raised by you, so how can it become yours? If it is not yours, why can't I take it?"

놛 did not deny that the spirit vein 놆놛 had taken it.

Because there is no point in denying it.

Even though these demon saints are not of high-level spiritual veins, they will go to war with human cultivators and will make the defeat of the Moon Shadow Sect their first goal.

Because they have tasted the sweetness of their success.

In addition, human monks are indeed weak nowadays.

Isn't this a good opportunity for them, the demon race, to avenge themselves and fight Ling Cangyun again?

"You are an open-minded person. Even though what you said was shameless, you are indeed better than those sanctimonious people." The Great Sage Kunpeng has already found out Chen Huaian's cultivation level - he is at the Mahayana first calamity stage and has not yet passed the first minor heavenly tribulation.

And the four demon saints are all first-tribulation and second-tribulation demon saints.

Isn't it easy to deal with such a great sword cultivator?

So, it is not panicked, it is calm.

"Nonsense!"

Chen Huaian took the initiative to declare war, and his fingertips gently stroked the black-scaled sword.

"Come and have a conversation with me first!"

As soon as the words fell, the air around them seemed to freeze. The five demon saints and Chen Huaian faced each other from a distance, and the invisible sword energy flowed between them, making people feel suffocated.

In the dark of Cangbo Mountains.

Tu Shanyue was suddenly startled when she saw the figure standing in the air.

"놆…놆놛?"

She rubbed her eyes, trying to make sure she had seen it right.

But that person was still standing there, and he looked exactly the same as the swordsman in white in my memory.

The two men looked the same, both were sword cultivators.

But there are subtle differences.

The Sword Pavilion Patriarch in front of him had a weaker aura and was only at the Mahayana stage.

And compared to the swordsman in white, 놛 has a more worldly air.

Unlike the White-Clad Swordsman, who most of the time looks like an emotionless idiot. Occasionally, his emotions fluctuated a bit, and his face was filled with madness that she couldn't understand.

"What is the relationship between this Sword Pavilion Patriarch and the White Sword? Could it be... the incarnation of the White Sword?" Tu Shanyue guessed secretly and decided to watch for a while before making a conclusion.

Seeing that the battle was about to begin, she immediately sent a message to the five demon saints.

"This Sword Pavilion Patriarch is still useful. He is not injured. It is best to capture him alive!"

"Ah?!" The five demon saints looked at each other in surprise when they heard this.

No, don't do it!

This could be a battle in the Mahayana period.

Catching them alive is much more difficult than killing them!

But since it was Tu Shanyue's order, they could listen.

The Mountain Moving Great Sage thought for a moment, thinking of a quick victory, and slapped his chest fiercely, shouting angrily: "A Mahayana early stage sword cultivator dares to stop us five demon saints?"

"Brothers, let's go together!"

There is no rule among the demon race that the big cannot bully the small or the many cannot bully the many.

The most efficient one can be!

Chen Huaian remained silent.

Facing the five demon saints charging at him, the Black Scale Sword was unsheathed in an instant.

"Jiang Ge is majestic and towering. One man can hold the pass against ten thousand men!"

놛A sword flew across the sky, the move seemed ordinary, but it contained a mystery. The sword force stretched out endlessly and turned into a sky-high sword curtain, which seemed to split the sky and the earth into two.

"Arrogant! You want to stop me?"

The Great Sage Xianwei roared and chopped down at the sword curtain with his axe.

The axe light collided with the sword curtain.

boom--! The heaven and earth were shaken.

A huge gap was created in the sword curtain.

The Great Sage Xianwei was also knocked back a hundred steps by the recoil force.

The hand holding the axe handle was trembling and numb, and when he looked again, the sword curtain had been filled in an instant.

It was not convinced, "Come again!"

Chen Huaian had already soared into the sky like a crane.

The black scale sword danced with the wrist, creating a sword flower.

The silver-white sword curtain moved like a mad dragon, surrounding all five demon saints.

"A waterfall falling straight down three thousand meters!"

The black-scale sword seemed to be alive in 놇놛's hand. As soon as the sword came out, invisible sword energy appeared.

"It looks like the Milky Way is falling from the sky!"

Sword Style Eleven: Sword Falling into the Starry Sky.

The sword descended from the sky and covered the top of the head. The sword light changed in a myriad of ways. The sword energy poured down like a galaxy, splitting into thousands of sword shadows and surrounding the five demon saints.

The eyes of the Great Sage Kunpeng shone with golden light.

In an instant, he found Chen Huaian's hidden true body among the thousands of sword shadows. Its wings suddenly spread, and its feathers shot out like thousands of sharp blades, cutting through the void and strangling Chen Huaian's real body.

However……

"Kill one person every 10 steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

The fairy sound fell.

The whole world was shrouded in blood.

놙See above the dome, not only was there the Galaxy Sword falling, but also the shadows of countless swordsmen.

They were either sitting or lying down, drinking or dancing with swords.

The postures are different, but each one seems to be real.

“This…how is this possible?!”

The Great Sage Kunpeng rubbed his eyes.

About to watch it again.

Suddenly, two cold stars flashed before my eyes.

Then my eyes felt painful and there were two "pop" sounds.

Its eyeball was pierced by sword energy that came from somewhere.

Seeing this, the Great Sage Who Moves Mountains roared angrily, put his hands together, and an illusory mountain appeared out of thin air, pressing down on the phantoms in the sky. The 꾫 Mountain blocks out the sky and the sun, it is majestic and carries a tremendous pressure.

놙See the shadows of the swordsmen in the sky dancing with swords at the same time.

There was a faint fairy sound coming.

"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds!"

A blood moon rose from the ground.

The moon shines on the western hills.

In the moonlight, the magical powers of the Great Sage Who Moves Mountains crumbled bit by bit, and the mountain collapsed into dregs.

Afterwards, the Black Wind Great Sage and the Poisonous Enemy Great Sage also took action.

However, he was defeated by the ancestor of Jiange.

No matter what magical powers they use, the Sword Pavilion Patriarch always has sword moves to cleverly respond. After a while, there were clearly five of them, and their strength was obviously above that of the Sword Pavilion Patriarch, but they were not able to completely suppress the Sword Pavilion Patriarch.

What makes them feel most incredible is that...

The true essence of the Sword Pavilion's ancestor is as profound as an abyss or a prison.

Even after using so many sword moves, there was no sign of exhausting his true energy.

The demon race is better at protracted battles than human monks.

After all, physical strength is strong.

But now it seems... this Sword Pavilion ancestor is more like a demon than them!

After fighting with the Sword Pavilion Patriarch for a long time, he became more and more frightened and confused.

Although, because of Tu Shanyue's order, they were indeed hesitant to release the flood in order not to kill the enemy all at once, but they were not to the point where they could not suppress the enemy!

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

Tu Shanyue felt dizzy when she saw the five demon saints being fooled around by the Sword Pavilion Patriarch.

"In the end, I have to do it myself!"

She has to make a move.

But once she makes a move, those old monsters in Guixu will be unable to sit still.

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