Chapter 1315
Chapter one hundred and nineteen
The endless night turned into bloody crimson.
Leng Aoran’s weird smiling face under the hazy crescent moon shuddered, and the three Yan Teng’s expressions became more solemn than ever.
“careful!”
Yan Teng’s pupils shrank sharply and suddenly said loudly.
Before he finished his words, Leng Aoran’s sword moved, but his people were clearly still in place without any movement.
Yan Teng didn’t have time to think, raised his hand and punched him directly to greet him.
boom!
Behind him, a figure rises like a mountain, and his fist shines like a city, with Heng Dan in front of him.
Click!
There was the sound of the fragmentation of the city, and then the dazzling electric light pierced the night sky, and a sword light smashed the fist to pieces.
The Thunder Demon Sword, which was still in place just now, suddenly came to Yan Teng. His people came quickly, but his sword came even faster.
Puff!
Almost just smashed Yan Teng’s fist light, Jian Guang drew a blood mark on Yan Teng’s body, and Yan Teng retreated fast enough. But with this sword, his right shoulder was cut, and his face showed pain involuntarily.
“Shenxiao Fumo!”
At a critical moment, Xuan Fei held the Zen staff in hand and killed it, thunder blazing in the crimson night. With this rod, he shattered the void, as if even the mountains could be easily leveled.
Domineering and fierce!
Leng Aoran turned around, avoiding the sharp edge, and then swept across with a sword. There was blood shining like a dragon, and the dragon’s head roared and shook the battle back easily.
boom!
The dazzling sword light smashed through the layers of the clouds, and Lei Lan, the fastest of the three, drew the sword light in his hand toward the neck of the Lei Demon Sword like a flash of shock.
Bang!
Leng Aoran smiled faintly, after Long Yin, the dragon’s tail waved.
Rumble!
Without waiting for the opponent to approach, the blood-electric flood dragon that was transformed into a sword light, a wagging tail morphed into a gust of wind. The void oscillated, and Lei Lan waited for the sword and swept away directly.
“die!”
As soon as Yan Teng landed, he ignored the scar on his shoulder, and hit the air like a comet, directly smashing the head of Ben Lei Demon Sword.
The sword in Leng Aoran’s hand circled, and the dragon shadow wrapped around the sword, and a sword pierced out to resist the horrible fist.
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, the ground exploded in an instant, and Yan Teng retreated a few steps before he could barely stand firm.
“Too tender, too tender, hahahaha!”
Leng Aoran couldn’t help laughing. He didn’t give the three of them a chance to kill again, and directly launched a terrifying sword force.
After a while, everyone immediately saw it, an extremely horrifying scene.
Leng Aoran was one against three, and the leaders of these three sects were overwhelmed by him alone.
Under the crimson, the blood and electricity are shining empty.
The terrifying sword power is perfectly integrated with thunder and lightning and evil spirits. Leng Aoran’s sword intent is only the peak of the psychic, but his thunder will has reached an extremely terrifying state.
What’s more terrible is that his blood evil is also perfectly integrated with the sword intent, and it can derive the might of a dragon that looks like a real dragon.
too frightening!
In less than half an hour, these three people were more or less left with bloody sword wounds. But Benlei Demon Sword was calm and unbreakable, the smile on his face never stopped, and there was no injury at all.
Is this really just Galaxy Realm?
Everyone was stunned, their realm was comparable to that of Lei Demon Sword, not much difference.
But the difference in combat power is more than several times, completely unimaginable, and even worse, he looks very young, not more than thirty years old.
Perhaps the rumors are true, he was really a disciple of a certain super sect in the Wild Ancient Territory.
“Nine Dragons Breaks the Sky!”
There was another flash of sword light, and this world was transformed into a bloody ocean by the Lei Demon Sword, and when the sword light completely bloomed.
Nine blood-colored flood dragons burst out of the sea, blasting Yan Teng to vomit blood and fly away.
When the three of them landed, their faces were extremely pale, and blood was constantly overflowing from the corners of their mouths. The look in his eyes flashed with a deep jealousy when he looked at Ben Lei Demon Sword.
Ben Lei Demon Sword!
No wonder, half a year ago, he could escape calmly in Ye Ziling’s hands.
This person’s strength is far beyond what they can imagine, and he is afraid that it is an ordinary astral realm powerhouse, and it may not be his opponent.
In the distance, someone looked astonished and quietly escaped away, not daring to continue. The rest of them drew a distance frantically and retreated to a place where they thought they were safe.
“Three disciples, the more they are going back, I haven’t warmed up yet.” Leng Aoran looked at the three of them, mocking flashes in his eyes, and sneered.
Taunting these so-called direct disciples is one of his greatest hobbies.
Especially when the other party knelt down and begged for mercy in front of him, the shivering appearance made him even more excited to go crazy.
However, something seems to be wrong.
The three people in front seemed quite calm, with fear in their eyes, but there was not much panic.
Do you still have hole cards?
The corner of Ben Lei Demon Sword’s mouth raised a smile, and there was a look of interest in his eyes, which was a bit interesting.
“Ben Lei Demon Sword is really powerful!”
Yan Teng wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly: “If I didn’t rely on it, I am afraid I have to beg for your mercy now, but it is a pity… Yanmou said that today you will undoubtedly die!”
As the voice fell, Yan Teng patted the storage bag lightly, and a gorgeous silver spear appeared in his hand.
This spear was draped in silver light, with sacred radiance lingering, exuding a charming luster.
boom!
When Yan Teng held the spear with both hands at the same time, a wave of majestic sage rushed away, and the blush of the sky was instantly shattered. The crescent moon reappeared with bright moonlight, and the moonlight sprinkled softly on the ground like water.
Holy soldier!
Seeing the long spear in Yanteng’s hand, everyone was shocked, and every one of their surprised jaws almost fell off.
This should be the saint soldier named King Hook in the hands of King Hanging Palace Chu Tianhao, whose spear head resembles a huge fish hook, hence the name.
Even in the desolate ancient realm, the sage soldiers are extremely rare, even if they are only the sage soldiers with hundreds of patterns.
Everyone’s hearts were shaken, and huge waves arose in the depths of their hearts.
thump! thump!
Leng Aoran only felt that his blood was accelerating, and his heart thumped wildly. With such a high profile in Cangxuan Palace, he finally caught a big fish.
“kill him!”
Holding the king hook, Yan Teng looked at the Lei Demon Sword indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.
When he sacrificed the holy soldiers, this man was already dead.
boom!
The king hook’s spear light pointed forward, and there was a majestic holy power surging forward, instantly suppressing the blood evil of Ben Lei Demon Sword.
Huhu!
The bloody mist visible to the naked eye was like water, and was constantly forced back, rushing into the body of the Lei Demon Sword.
Xuan Fei and Lei Lan suddenly reduced their pressure, each roared, and sacrificed the Holy Spirit to kill Leng Aoran again.
Leng Aoran’s face changed slightly, the coercion of this holy soldier did cause him great trouble.
Shen Fa, Xing Yuan, Sword Intent, and even Blood Fiend were all restricted for the most part.
Immediately without thinking, he sacrificed the Holy Spirit, the blood-colored dragon, which belonged to him.
Rumble!
The Holy Spirit fought under the moonlight for three days, destroying all of the vast Qiu family mansion in a flash. Countless courtyard walls and buildings collapsed and turned into dust.
Bang!
When the three of them were fighting, Yan Teng suddenly made a move, and the king hook in his hand bloomed with silver light.
The dense sacred pattern bloomed, and a beam of light shattered into the void, bombarding the body of Ben Lei Demon Sword in the blink of an eye. Kazed, the blood rushed, and a hole appeared in Ben Lei Demon Sword’s body immediately, and the blood kept flowing down.
“Huh, fight with me!”
Yan Teng looked at this scene and grinned.
clang!
At the same time, Xuan Fei and Lei Lan’s ultimate move also fell, and the wounded Lei Lei Demon Sword was blasted out directly, and blood was spit out again.
The hearts of everyone have changed dramatically. Is this the power of the Saint Soldier?
Before he really took the shot, let the incredible Ben Lei Demon Sword be embarrassed to this point.
It is impossible to imagine how exaggerated Chu Tianhao would be when he mastered this gun.
Yan Teng’s expression was indifferent, his eyes flashed with obliteration intent, and he moved at the moment when Ben Lei Demon Sword was blasted by Lei Lan.
In an instant, sacred patterns bloomed on the silver spear, and in the blink of an eye, the number of sacred patterns reached more than fifty. The saint pattern was pervading, and the majestic atmosphere of heaven and earth continuously poured into it, Yan Teng held a silver spear, and his long hair danced wildly.
boom!
The soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and the ground collapsed in an instant, and his person bloomed in midair with a brighter light than a silver moon.
The number of holy patterns entwined behind him officially reached one hundred, and the terrifying coercion swept across all directions, and everyone was stunned by Yan Teng’s sharpness at the moment.
Holy soldier!
This is the power of the Holy Soldier!
“It’s over!”
The silver spear swept through the air, Yan Teng’s figure disappeared in front of everyone, and when he was again, he had fallen on the ground.
Rumble!
The silver Shenghui on his body was so majestic that he couldn’t look directly at him, and his spear pierced the layers of blood. A series of blood-colored flood dragons let out a mournful wailing, and they shattered one after another, and then the body guard star on the Lei Lei Demon Sword also shattered.
The spear named King Hook, with a sharp edge, pierced directly at the heart of Thunder Demon Sword.
Are you going to die?
Everyone’s hearts became extremely nervous, and the evil repair penning thunder demon sword that crossed the Cangxuan Palace seemed to be dying in Yanteng’s hands in this way.
This makes people feel a little unreal, but under the power of the Holy Soldier, everything seems so real.
“die!”
Yan Teng roared and burst into anger, wanting to directly stab the bones of the Lei Demon Sword.
when!
But something very strange happened. There was a violent metal collision between the sky and the earth, and sparks splashed from the heart of the Thunder Demon’s sword, illuminating the night sky.
This mortal shot was actually blocked.
Everyone looked incredible, and saw Ben Lei Demon Sword, who did not know when it was covered with a layer of heavy metal shiny armor. The heavy armor was as strong as a mountain, with terrible pressure, as if a sky turned into a battle suit and fell on the Lei Demon Sword.
“Xuantian Heavy Armor!”
Yan Teng was shocked and lost his voice: “You are a disciple of Xuantian Sect in the Wild Ancient Territory!”
“Ahem, the Saint Soldier is really terrible. It’s a pity that you can’t even exert one-tenth of the power, so leave it to me!”
The corner of Ben Lei Demon Sword’s mouth overflowed with blood, and his face was slightly pale, but he was extraordinarily open with laughter.
boom!
Before Yan Teng could react, he reached out and grabbed the gun body.
Xuantian Heavy Armor?
The eyes of Lei Lan and Xuan Fei flashed astonishment at the same time. That was the secret technique in Xuan Tianzong’s Zhenshan Wuxue Xuan Tian Baojian, and only Xuan Tianzong disciples were qualified.
Xuan Tianzong, the strongest super sect in the Desolate Ancient Realm!
As soon as he thought of this, the eyes of both of them flashed horror. How could this be? How could the disciple of Xuan Tianzong rush to Cangxuan Palace.
No matter what they thought, Yan Teng, who was unable to make a single blow, obviously exhausted a large number of stars.
Almost instantly, the Saint Soldier in his hand was taken away by the opponent, and he flew out with a wave of his hand.
“Hahaha! Three years ago, I finally found some fun in this place where birds don’t shit. Saint Soldier, hahahaha!” Ben Lei Demon Sword held the silver spear, his expression almost distorted with excitement.
Damn it!
Yan Teng regretted that his intestines were green, and he instantly realized that the other party was deliberately injured and led him to take action.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the air sounded like arrows one after another, and the disciples of other sects in the distance, seeing that the situation was not good, all flee.
“Since you are here, don’t leave, and come back to me, hahaha!”
Ben Lei Demon Sword laughed wildly, he held the silver spear in both hands, and the suppressed Blood Fiend sword power swept out with a more terrifying momentum.
Rumble!
Those bloody evil mists that flew out evolved into terrifying and incomparable gusts, and the wind was accompanied by the roar of the dragon.
The dragon took off, like a bloody hurricane, and swept back those who had fled away.
Not long after, everyone was trapped within the scope of his blood evil spirit, their faces pale and unable to move, and the expressions in their eyes were extremely frightened.
“It’s time for the good show to start, killing, killing, who should start?”
Leng Aoran held the spear, glanced away, and stared at the Patriarch of the Qiu Family. With a thump, the Patriarch of the Qiu family immediately collapsed to the ground in fright, Liushen Wuzhu, his heart frantic.
As for the other Qiu Jiaxingjun, they had already knelt down in panic.
“Master Demon Sword, spare our lives, we are innocent!”
what! Hahaha!
Leng Aoran laughed more and more. In this hideous laughter, the Patriarch Qiu got up and knelt on the ground, and said in pain: “Master Devil Sword, today’s matter, the old man is willing to do his best. You want 8,000 star gods. Dan, I can get it together in half a month. If you want to kill, just kill me alone, let the rest of the Qiu family go.”
“No no no no!”
Ben Lei Demon Sword grinned and said: “The old man misunderstood, you are my great hero, how could I get this saint soldier without you. Don’t worry, I will definitely kill your life in the end!”
Amid the laughter, his gaze swept away and fell on the three of Yanteng again.
The three of them panicked immediately, Xuan Fei and Lei Lan both panicked a little, and looked at Chao Yanteng involuntarily.
Yan Teng calmed down forcibly, his eyes flickering, and he said in deep thought: “Master Demon Sword, since you are a disciple of Xuan Tianzong, you must come to Cangxuan Palace. As long as the adults are willing, I can saddle you up and go through fire and water at all costs. !”
A different color flashed in Leng Aoran’s eyes, and a smile was immediately raised at the corner of his mouth: “You are so-so, you are not stupid. You are barely qualified to be a dog for me!”
“Thank your lord!”
Joy flashed in Yan Teng’s eyes, and with a plop, he knelt on the ground.
He was thinking clearly in his heart, he lost the Saint Soldier King hook, and he would definitely be a dead end when he returned to the sect. Hugging the thigh of Ben Lei Demon Sword, on the contrary, is a way to survive. It is better to be a dog than to die.
“good!”
Leng Aoran showed satisfaction in his eyes and pointed his finger. The direct disciples of other sects laughed and said, “These people, you can kill them for me!”
Yan Teng’s expression changed. These people were all direct disciples of other sects in the Cangxuan Palace. Once killed, he would have no retreat from now on.
Completely broke with Cangxuan Palace!
And even worse than Xie Xiu, he is equivalent to a seller seeking glory, a sect leader who kills Xie Xiu, and completely turned into Xie Xiu’s doglegs.
“These wastes really shouldn’t dirty your hands!”
Yan Teng slowly got up, and soon had an idea, anyway, Leng Aoran didn’t let him kill the people in the Palace of the King.
The direct disciples of other sects will be killed if they are killed.
“Yanteng, are you crazy?”
A group of people saw Yan Teng walking towards them, with an incredible look in their eyes. This person was killing the Lei Demon Sword just now. In a blink of an eye, they became the opponent’s doglegs, and they wanted to kill them for the opponent.
“Yan Teng, you are the leader of the Hall of Kings, is that just that kind of backbone?” the direct disciples of other sects said angrily.
Yan Teng said lightly: “A bunch of dead people, do I need to explain to you?”
Leng arrogantly smiled without saying a word, watching this scene quietly, this person is really good to be a dog.
The harvest tonight is really unimaginable.
But just when Yan Teng was about to kill someone, there was a sound like a natural flute, which rang under the vast moonlight.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Sheng got closer and closer, and the sword intent contained in the Xiao Yin sounded continuously between heaven and earth.
From a distance, one could see a silver figure slowly approaching in the moonlight.
Where can I find a friend in the end of the world!
A song of pear blossoms, only roses are red in the snow!
A confetti smile, how can this matter start all over again!
A song of reincarnation suffering, where will we meet again!
In a chaotic world, how can our generation be in the pool? This sword is extraordinary!
The sound of the flute is vague, mighty, like a song like a smile, and it becomes more agitated under this crimson, making people excited and unable to restrain themselves.
“The funeral boy is here!”
The group sentiment was so angry, a name appeared in everyone’s mind, and then blurted out. It is the playboy who has recently risen to fame, who is called Xiao Jian Shuangjue, with a flute and a sword, running across the Cangxuan Mansion.
All the evil cultivators he was eyeing, without exception, were all dead. His deeds have been passed down to the gods, and in the eyes of many people, they are almost invincible in the realm of Xingjun.
Funeral?
Yan Teng was dumbfounded in an instant, this guy, how come this time.
He had just been a dog for Ben Lei Demon Sword, and just as he was about to kill the direct disciples of other sects, the funeral of the playboy appeared by coincidence.
He lost his face, this life was taken back, and he would have no face to stay in Cangxuan Palace in the future.
hateful! Yan Teng’s face was extremely ugly, his right fist clenched, and his heart felt uncomfortable.
“It’s saved.”
Patriarch Qiu looked at the silver figure slowly approaching, with a smile of joy on his face, and slowly stood up.
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Lin Yun put down the purple jade god bamboo flute, under the silver moon mask, no one could see his expression clearly. There was a cold look in his eyes, condescending, and he looked at Ben Lei Sword Demon.
“Is there another one to die?”
Leng Aoran looked at each other, holding the silver gun in both hands, grinning.
[Five thousand-word chapter, regardless of chapter, there is still at night. 】