The whole sect is reborn

The blue-horned demon clan casually used a spear, and suddenly there was a dull whistling sound in the air, which showed how heavy the spear was!

Zhu Fu was a little confused that this man actually used a spear as a weapon, and he didn't seem to have that much demonic energy. She thought that all demons would use weapons with such demonic energy! Now it seems that she still looked too far.

Less!

At this moment, the battle was about to break out. Ling Junqian no longer smiled as before, and looked at the demons opposite him expressionlessly, with murderous intent rolling in his heart.

However, fortunately, with the little disciple's reminder along the way, Ling Junqian would be very careful not to let himself fall into the murderous intention and be unable to turn around. He just wanted to vent his full murderous intention through this demon.

The two looked at each other, and the next moment, they rushed out together in perfect agreement!

Ling Junqian made a trick, and the transparent spiritual sword slid into the opponent's hands as smoothly as air, and then it was about to slide towards his hand.

However, although the blue-horned demon was tall, he also moved very quickly. At this moment, he suddenly retracted his spear, released one hand, and flicked towards the surface of "Frost Autumn". He held the spear in his other hand and slammed it hard.

The first one is given away!

They say an inch short is an inch dangerous.

This demon really played with the spear in his hand clearly. He sent it out easily. Zhu Fu saw with his own eyes that the wrist of the demon holding the spear in one hand did not even tremble at all.

.And the tip of the spear has gradually approached Ling Junqian's throat!

The sharp tip of the spear was like a cold star. It seemed to be able to pierce Ling Junqian's slender and white neck easily.

At this critical moment, Ling Junqian took advantage of the force of the demon's shot towards his spiritual sword and retreated instantly. In just one breath, he had already retreated three steps away, avoiding the sharp tip of the spear.

This is just a test, and this test also makes the Blue-horned Demon Clan very satisfied.

"You are not bad, you are very agile."

Ling Junqian smiled.

"Then should I say it's an honor?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The blue-horned demon laughed loudly and waved his long spear, the fighting and killing intent in his eyes becoming more and more powerful!

"That's not necessary. As long as you let me have a good time, I will let you and the people behind you go. Otherwise, I will kill you and then kill them!"

Ling Junqian's eyes were sharp. If this demon threatened him with his own life, Ling Junqian probably wouldn't care. But if this person threatened him with the safety of his disciples, that would be a big mistake!

As the 139th generation leader of the Wuji Sect, protecting his disciples is what he must do. What's more, these are his most precious seven disciples!

Although Ling Junqian's studies are very complex, it does not mean that he is not good at them. However, the best thing he learned is the swordsmanship seen in the Wuji Sect's classics! Although Ling Junqian's master is mediocre

, his cultivation level is not high, but Ling Junqian is a genius. Even if he only has classics, Ling Junqian is self-taught, especially his good swordsmanship, which can be said to be almost natural!

When Ling Junqian once again flew up with his sword, the probing meaning was completely gone. For the blue-horned demon clan, what hit him was the fierce sword energy!

This sword energy is so cold!

Each one is like the biting autumn wind, which is deeply cold and sad!

The demon cultivators who were watching felt a chill and chill in their bodies, but the blue-horned demon who bore the brunt was not surprised but overjoyed. He burst out laughing and rushed towards him. The spear in his hand almost made an afterimage, and between the two of them,

When the spiritual weapons are connected, there will be a burst of "clang, clang, clang" sparks flying!

Looking at the blue-horned demons who were getting more and more injured and bleeding more and more happily as they fought, those demon cultivators couldn't help but shudder. Although they also like blood, they like other people's blood. If it's their own, then

How uncomfortable it is. But this high-level demon doesn't seem to care who the blood belongs to.

There is no way to compete. They should retreat a little to avoid being affected.

On the other hand, the immortal monks on the side looked at Ling Junqian with their eyes gleaming. But when everyone looked at each other, they realized that they did not know this person, nor was he from a familiar sect family. They were immediately at a loss.

Could this be someone from a small sect family? But if so, how could his cultivation strength and even swordsmanship be so outstanding?

But since you are not from a familiar sect family, you can pry corners! As long as you wield your hoe well, there is no corner that cannot be pried open!

The immortal monks made their decision almost in the blink of an eye. The seven young monks who came with him, even if they were a little worse, could be taken away together! For a genius who can compete with those monsters, raise

Just a few idlers, nothing at all!

At this moment, Ling Junqian had already led the demon to keep rotating and changing angles, and his feet were constantly drawing. However, because the competition between the two was too fierce, everyone only had time to see how their spiritual weapons were used.

He didn't notice the movements of his feet at all. On the contrary, fifth senior brother Mu Xingshu couldn't help but smile on his pale face when he saw this scene.

The master's formation attainments are indeed above his own. A person with such an almost heaven-defying talent can sometimes make people feel frightened. After all, the master is not only extraordinary in swordsmanship, but also has formations, medicine and refining.

device...

They are all proficient.

Alas, as his disciple, the pressure is too great.

After fighting each other for nearly a thousand times, Ling Junqian finally breathed a sigh of relief and revealed his flaw. As expected, the demon was fooled and ran after him!

After the blue-horned demon's feet fell into the formation that had been drawn up long ago, Ling Junqian's fingers suddenly opened and closed!

The blue-horned demons were having a great time fighting. Although the cultivation of this immortal monk was not as good as his own, his swordsmanship was extremely exquisite. When he was trapped in it, he felt like a mud monk crossing a river. He was sinking deeper and deeper, which made people want to stop. Let's follow this immortal monk.

During the competition, the monks would not feel that this person's cultivation level was too low and they would not be happy at all. Because although his cultivation level was two levels lower than his own, his spiritual power was very abundant, which was simply not what a monk of his level could do.

Yes. And his moves are very sophisticated. Not only can he keep up with his own rhythm, he even has faint signs of surpassing him!

For the bellicose Blue-horned Demon Clan, this is like drinking a large bucket of cold water when they are extremely thirsty. It is extremely comfortable!

As for the wounds on this immortal monk's body, they are getting more and more serious...

What does this have to do with him? He just wants to fight more freely. As long as Ling Junqian is not dead now and can ensure that he can continue the fight, who cares whether he is injured or not! Moreover, some people are more likely to fight in a way that is not conducive to them.

, the more powerful sexual potential and power can be unleashed! Maybe this person is one of them?