Demon Sword God

Feeling the gradual heat coming from the depths of the soul, Mu Lin's back, King Kong's pupils extended out, and a raging fire suddenly ignited.

"Vajra Kaihua!"

The scorching fire light quickly surrounded Mu Lin's body, feeling the miraculous power that suddenly burst out from the fire light opposite. At this moment, a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of nightmare.

"Is that your answer?"

The fire, with endless pressure, suddenly rushed to Yan's face. Before Yan could react, the hot sword had already penetrated his body.

"At least, it's enough to be needed by everyone."

In front of Yan’s eyes, the last thing he could see was those firm eyes and the gradually blurred golden wings.

Hei Sha, who had been running around for twelve hours, finally couldn't hold on and landed on a lawn in the oasis when his energy was exhausted.

"This is not like you, Eighteen. Even if you are devoured by this sword spirit, you should still retain your consciousness. If you don't fight or struggle, what are you doing?" The black figure then fell on the ground.

A red light began to gradually spread on the black hook claws.

Lao Qi waited for a long time, but he did not wait until the familiar soul fire of the past ignited from Hei Sha again. He could only shook his head regretfully and raised his right hand.

"Our big-killer tribe does not need waste to exist."

Seeing the attack on Heisha, Heisha gritted his teeth, but was unable to resist. He felt a deep feeling of unwillingness in his heart, but could only face this cruel reality.

"Xiao Chunjie, it seems that my sister can never be with you again..." Hei Sha slowly closed his eyes.

A feeling of loss was accompanied by Lao Qi's hook claw falling down, just the moment when the hook claw was about to fall on Hei Sha.

"Has my sword spirit been approved by me?"

A calm and cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Lao Qi's back. Lao Qi's soul trembled, and his hooked claws suddenly changed the direction of the attack and grabbed him behind him.

when--

A huge collision force bounced Lao Qi's body away.

The sudden familiar voice made Heisha's spirit tremble and he suddenly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him made Heisha's eyes moist for a moment.

Mu Lin, who was slightly tired, carried his place on his shoulders - Changjian Heishao, and looked at Lao Qi in front of him with a helpless look on his face.

"If you want to hurt my sword spirit, then I'm really not polite. I will kill you..." As the word "kill" was said, a black purple light overflowed from the body of the sword. And that

In the black and purple light, there was a kind of pressure that could not resist.

Well……

Looking at the tired boy in front of him, there was no longer any confusion in his pupils. Lao Qi's heart suddenly beat, then blinked his eyes, raised his hands helplessly, and instantly withdrew his claws.

"I won't play anymore, Jian Wu, you didn't say he would kill me. Isn't it a bit tricky?" Lao Qi's voice suddenly became a little aggrieved, and Mu Lin and Hei Sha were stunned.

"I have warned you not to do too much, otherwise I will not guarantee the subsequent development of the situation." With a familiar and serious voice, Thunder Emperor's body fell from mid-air.

"Former...sen..." Mu Lin looked at the Thunder Emperor in disbelief and took the clapped old seven in front of him back to his wrist. The Thunder Emperor just nodded calmly.

"I forgot to tell you that I am also one of the owners of the Death Vessel. Its name is Tianxiang, and its body is hook claws."