Thunder Martial

The sword intent was raging, like a tornado storm, rushing away into the night.

The white clouds between the sky and the earth all disappeared, and the blue sky appeared, which could be seen for thousands of miles.

The upper-level demons who had besieged and killed Zi Chen all stopped.

The horse-like light illuminated the sky and the earth, and the third sword qi killed the third demon, and blood flew in the air.

Zi Chen recovered from the shock, it was obvious that he had met a great Spirit Race expert.

He simply crossed his legs on the spot and swallowed another pill.

The elixir entered the abdomen, and the energy began to flow, quickly recovering from the original injury.

His physical body was already tyrannical, with extraordinary self-healing ability, and now he swallowed the elixir, and most importantly, he began to heal his wounds wholeheartedly, and he recovered very quickly.

The original trauma is improving under the naked eye, and the internal injury is also recovering quickly.

The sword intent in front is still tyrannical, the unknown existence, the combat power is beyond imagination, and the demons are dead.

He held the sword in one hand, surrounded by sword intent, and smiled at the demons in front of him, "Looks like I'm lucky. I've been here for so long, and my points are only a thousand points. Now the points are skyrocketing, and I feel very good!"

His gaze swept across the crowd of demons, and landed on one of them, "It's you!"

"Heaven and Earth Sword!"

When the sword was slashed, the sky and the earth were brightened instantly, and the light of the sword soared into the sky.

In the world, there is only this sword.

That demon, with a face full of fear, was about to back away.

But he soon discovered that he had been locked by the sword energy, and there was no way to retreat.

He shouted loudly, the devilish energy in his body rolled, and a seal was quickly formed in his hand, and a huge golem appeared.

The golem was like a giant, standing upright, punching the sword energy with a punch.

Swish!

When the sword qi slashed, the golem, which was not considered clear, immediately collapsed, and at the same time the sword qi slashed, and it cut open the demon's body without accident.

Mozu,

Another one died.

The man's points increased by one thousand again. He laughed loudly, very proud, but even more arrogant, "Again! The second sword of heaven and earth!"

The second sword, soaring upwards again, is not less powerful than before, even stronger.

The demon clan who was locked by the sword energy had a look of horror on his face.

Just at this moment, a voice came from behind, and a jet-black sword light came close and collided with the sword energy.

With a bang, the sword energy and blade light shattered, the powerful shock force scattered, and the locked demon body flew upside down.

Seeing that a sword was blocked, the man held the sword and laughed loudly: "It's interesting that you can block my sword, but I really want to know how many times you can block it."

A man came from a distance, holding a sheathed long knife in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the man's pupils shrank subconsciously, "The demon sword messenger of the demon clan!"

The magic knife messenger stared at the man coldly.

At the same time, in those surroundings, the demons who retreated earlier came up one after another.

Looking at the number of demons, the corners of the man's eyes twitched slightly, and he kept cursing in his heart, what evil did he do, he couldn't meet any demons before, but now luckily, a group of them came.

Moreover, it is also a magic knife envoy, leading a group of Shangjing.

Isn't this killing people?

All the thoughts in his heart were not expressed on his face. On the contrary, he laughed loudly, "It's interesting, it seems that today is destined to be the day when I, Meng Meng, will turn around. Hmph, I believe that my points will be Can grow infinitely!"

Holding the sword in his right hand, he pointed at the messenger of the magic knife with his left hand and said, "If you are the real messenger of the magic knife, then your points are much more than others."

The magic knife messenger was silent, but the cold light in his eyes was even stronger.

"What, want to do it? Then come and try it out, see if your magic knife is sharper, or the sword in my hand is faster!"

The man said indifferently.

At this moment, a person appeared behind him again, and that person also held a magic knife in his hand.

"Two magic knife messengers?"

The man's heart skipped a beat, and he almost cried out in surprise.

"Hmph, just two, if you have the ability, come a few more!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, two more people came out.

Seeing the four magic knife envoys, the man wanted to slap himself a few big mouths, why is his mouth so short?

Four demon sword envoys, plus a group of demons from the upper realm, even if he has three heads and six arms, there is absolutely no possibility of him surviving.

"Hmph, it's only four, if you have the ability, come a few more!"

He snorted coldly, and said again, but he didn't realize that there was some tremor in his own voice.

The four magic knives looked at this side, their eyes flickering, as if hesitating.

Seeing this scene, the man's thoughts turned quickly, and he said again: "Don't say that you only have four magic knives, even if the seven magic knives are gathered, I, Meng Mengzi, will not be afraid at all today. You, you, and you, Let's go together if you have the ability, and see if you can stop my lunatic Meng a few times?"

All the demons were still hesitating and did not come forward immediately.

Crazy Meng was arrogant, but he looked at these people from the corner of his eye.

After finding out that they didn't move, and were even very apprehensive, he felt extremely proud in his heart, and at the same time muttered, could it be that these guys he met were idiots?

Four magic knives, plus a group of high-level demons, didn't dare to attack him?

But that's the case, he naturally couldn't admit his cowardice, so he said again: "If you have the ability, come here and see how many people I can kill with my sword, and then see if my points can exceed ten thousand today."

It seems that this sentence has a very strong lethality, and those magic knives with changing expressions finally stopped hesitating, but turned their heads and left.

As the four turned around, the other demons also left one after another.

"Tch, this is your strength? It's just a magic knife messenger, that's all!"

The man raised his middle finger at several people, looking very disdainful.

But he didn't notice at all that when those people turned to leave, they looked at him like they were looking at an idiot.

From beginning to end, they were not looking at him, but at the man standing behind him.

"Hehe, with just a few words, I scared away four demon knives, plus a group of upper-level demons. It seems that I, Madman Meng, already has the majesty of the Holy Spirit, and I am destined to become the Holy Spirit in the future."

Crazy Meng said triumphantly.

"Crazy Meng, so your surname is Meng? I don't know what is the relationship between you and Meng Yu?"

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded from behind Crazy Meng.

Hearing this close-up sound, Crazy Meng's face changed drastically. He held the sword in one hand and spun around in the air.

When he turned around, he pointed his sword forward.

At some point, there was a person standing behind him, but he didn't realize it at all.

"Tell me about your relationship with Meng Yu."

Zi Chen looked at Madman Meng and said.