Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Wangchen Sword in his hand made a sudden cry and tremor.

The Demon Lord of the Cave Void Realm opposite was once his young fellow practitioner and the person he had taught and instructed. It was this kind of person who fell into the devil's way so easily and ruined his future.

Xue Jian Wangchen's brilliance shrank, and Jiang Yinghe's knuckles were gripped tightly.

But in the eyes of the other party, the most attractive look is not the long sword in his hand, but his solemn expression.

He still looks like this.

It is a youthful dream of many people, pure and quiet, and not stained with dust.

Xiao Xuanyu's throat rolled and smiled dullly: "Okay, I want to see how much you can't forget about me."

Before he finished his words, he saw a lonely and cold sword light coming.

Jiang Yinghe didn't wear a Taoist uniform. His body was a snow-white coat. The corners of his clothes turned upside down. His thin wrists were exposed between the wide sleeves. The overwhelmingly overwhelming Taoist sword energy made people almost nowhere to hide.

The same is the hole virtual realm, the means of magic repair will always be more radical. The two of them spelled out real fire as soon as they got started, Jiang Ying's eyebrows remained motionless, and his expression was so quiet that he wanted to kill him completely.

Even with the enchantment outside, the aftermath of the two people's fight also razed the illusion scene inside. The sound waves of the magical pipa were lingering everywhere, being cut one by one by the cold light of the Forgotten Chen sword, and approaching the front door.

Jian Guang wiped his cheeks, rubbing a blood stain on Xiao Xuanyu's cheeks.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood stain, the corner of his lips twitched, put the blood stain on his fingertips and licked it, and suddenly said: "Xiaohe, you are too nervous to guard. This illusion doesn't have those weird functions, so you don't need to be too wary of it. ..."

In the wilderness of Leng Yue, Xiao Xuanyu faced the sword light split from Wangchen Sword and moved forward. As he approached step by step, Jiang Yinghe suddenly felt an unusual feeling.

Logically speaking, the illusion can be used as a maze and can faintly erode the minds of others. Jiang Yinghe is all defensive, but the other party's attitude is so fearless, but he has a trace of suspicion.

……Is there anything that hasn’t been considered? Pipa sound waves, magic repair methods...

There seemed to be something in his mind, but it didn't seem to be. Jiang Yinghe stared at the past intently. When he was about to speak, a strange heat suddenly filled the dao body that had been clean and cold.

hiss--

The faint lustful aura on the other side surged over, and he finally remembered what he had missed.

The aura on Xiao Xuanyu's body is a kind of deeply hidden

The art of illusion in the Albizia.

Jiang Yinghe's Taoist body stagnated, Wangchen Sword trembling lightly, his backhand plunged into the wilderness reflected in the moonlight.

The moonlight slowly flowed from his long hair like ink on the sideburns, illuminating the frowning brow peaks between the cold brows.

Those cold eyes were moisturized because of this strong fantasy technique. The thin lips were dry and soft. They opened slightly and took a deep breath.

If someone broke the thin neck of a white crane and climbed down a snow-covered plum blossom, he would probably understand the scene before Xiao Xuanyu's eyes at this moment.

Leng Yueguang was caged on Jiang Yinghe's snow-white clothes, and the fragrance slowly spread out.

An unfamiliar breath came closer.

"Xiaohe." The other side said, "A thousand years of sword repair, I naturally can't beat you. But your character has not changed at all for more than a thousand years."

The breath was getting closer, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"You always think of people too well, too naively, and too kind. I'm not the only one who is willing to get you by tricks? I just did what everyone wants to do..."

"Do you know what I thought in my heart when you and Brother Tong were tied for the same name? ... I already wanted to kill him."

He raised his hand and brushed the drooping hair of Jiang Yinghe's cheeks: "Still fighting? This is the seven-day acacia of the Hehuan Sect. I used a secret method to concoct it."

He chuckled, staring at Jiang Yinghe's trembling eyelashes, and seeing Xuejian Wangchen who supported his body buzzed in anger, with a strong sense of satisfaction in fulfilling an old long-cherished wish.

He leaned over and approached, and when he was close at hand, he heard Jiang Yinghe's words.

"So you know you are doing it." He raised his eyes, "Is this a means?"

As Jiang Yinghe's words fell, his sword-holding hand gripped Wangchen sword tightly, and the chill spread from the sword violently, covering the back of his hand to his forearm with a thin layer of frost.

"But so."

These four words were without waves, and the originally stagnant Dao body awakened the mind under the forced operation, accompanied by the sword qi whistling out.

Wangchenjian has been thirsty for blood for a long time.

Jian Mang slashed away half of the opponent's body, adding the majestic spiritual power of the Void Void Realm Sword Repair, completely tearing apart the power of the demon.

The blood was overwhelming, and the body and half of the primordial spirit were all torn apart by sword qi. The burst of bright red dyed the corners of his snow-white clothes and splashed on his cheeks.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the other half of the soul that Xiao Xuanyu gave up and immediately fled. After seeing that half of the soul suddenly plunged into the illusion and disappeared, he slammed his sword into the ground and spit out one.

Blood in the mouth.

Forcing the Taoist body really doesn't work.

Why are even good-looking men so dangerous these days? This **** really owes the sun, hiss...

At this moment, Jiang Yinghe actually had a few words of leisurely heart. He gasped in a low breath. The injury on his body seemed to accelerate the effect of that **** acacia medicine, and his cold-like physique actually stopped working.

Jiang Yinghe's consciousness sank again and again, and he didn't notice that the blood on his hand was stained with the sword pendant, and he slowly disappeared.

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The building is still a bustling scene, and even as the night darkens, more and more people come and go.

Chang Ye was holding a tea cup in his hand, watching Qin Jun walking around under his eyelids, his irritability doubled up and said: "Can you stop turning? It makes me distraught."

Qin Jun turned around and glanced at him. He couldn't find a vent, and sarcastically said with a constant expression: "The little brother let go of the cup, it's crushed four."

This scene is also a bit strange. Sitting in the brothel, you can smell like a daughter-in-law waiting to give birth, and one is more unstable than one. Drinking tea at night can crush several cups, or it is because of unconscious worries and moments. The kind that can't hold back the strength.

Beside the two of them, Li Huanhan's eyes that had been silently closed suddenly opened, their eyes deep red.

The breath of the cold jade mirror stone was bloodied.

He stood up and said: "Qin Jun, you look at the enchantment, I will go in and take a look."

Qin Jun followed and stood up, his tone a little impatient: "I'll go too, Chang Ye will be here by himself."

Chang Ye suddenly raised his eyes and cut off his words: "It's impossible to leave myself here. Who knows if you two helped in the past, or just came in?"

The matter turned back to the origin of mutual distrust. At this moment, inside the originally stable barrier, it seemed that something had escaped, and the devilish energy suddenly filled up.

At the same time, the situation that had just been deadlocked suddenly changed. Chang Ye Shou activated the communication token faster than his brain, and then the three of them went directly into the barrier set by the master.

The illusion in the enchantment has not disappeared. This illusion is one of the highest levels of the Albizia Sect. Unless the operator takes the initiative, outsiders stepping into the illusion will always be just an endless maze.

But Li Huanhan turned a blind eye to the maze in front of him, and didn't care about where the other two were teleported after entering the illusion. Instead, he drew out the Sword of Extinction, and the devilish energy that had been suppressed on his body for a long time radiated with the blood surging on the sword.

No matter how gentle and considerate, he is also a demon.

He had been suppressed for a long time, and the **** eyes were plated with violent killing intent, filled with the interweaving of blood and fire.

As the high-intensity devilish energy destroyed the maze inch by inch, the incomplete primordial spirit that Xiao Xuanyu escaped from was also revealed in the next moment.

He stopped suddenly and opened his eyes.

Didn’t the inquiries say that Jiang Yinghe only brought a few apprentices? Why is there such a level of magic repair here? !

The person in front of him with black clothes and blood eyes, the body of the demon, not only fits the appearance of the big apprentice in the news, but even glanced indifferently, and asked coldly:

"It's you?"

Xiao Xuanyu: ...It seems that it's too late to say it's not me.

"Where is my master?"

Xiao Xuanyu maintained half of his primordial spirit, looking at the slightly loosely restrained magic sword in his hand, he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him, a strong sense of danger rushed to his spine, and there was only one sentence left in his unmoving mind:

Jiang Yinghe accepts apprentices... he accepts them all... who...