Mo Ziyan's prestige is not obtained out of thin air, in terms of background, as a personal disciple of the Yan Demon, she can also be regarded as a famous family, in terms of strength, she can be compared to the top ten masters of cultivators, among cultivators of the same age, there is only one person who has achievements that can go hand in hand with her, and this person is Ling Haoyu, who is silent on the altar below, wearing a golden black robe.
If it weren't for the confrontation between Tao and Demon, if it weren't for the confrontation of life and death that they would face when they were born, their love for each other might have been talked about by the world.
For cultivators, they never felt that there was anything wrong with group fighting, and for the demons they identified, even if all the cultivators rushed up to bully a female streamer, it was appropriate, therefore, all kinds of lights in the sky flickered, and Mo Ziyan was surrounded by the five top ten masters in the world.
The magic weapons that were once famous in the cultivation world appeared in the air one after another, waiting for Mo Ziyan is not a question of dying or living, but a question of whether death is painful or not, according to the practice of cultivators, for demon cultivators, it is to destroy their bodies without exception, break their primordial spirits, and stop their six reincarnations, only in this way can the number of demon cultivators be fundamentally reduced.
Of course, this is just their wishful thinking, over the years, there have only been a handful of demon cultivators destroyed by cultivators, but the number of cultivators who have been killed by demon cultivators has increased greatly, and the narrow eyes of Jian Zhenren have been looking at his apprentice, Ling Haoyu is his only personal disciple, and he is also the child he raised with his own hands, he will not tolerate Ling Haoyu giving up his own future for a female demon head.
"Flame Rakshasa, even if your master, the Flame Demon, is here, I'm afraid it will be impossible to escape."
A woman dressed as a Taoist aunt sneered and said, Mo Ziyan's face still had tears, she didn't care about these self-proclaimed masters, she only cared about that man, she came, she thought of today's result, and she never planned to regret it, she just wanted to ask him for an explanation, she knew that this was stupid, and she knew that there would be no life, but for a woman who loved him to the core, what was the difference between losing him and death.
"Come if you want to fight, don't grind, Ling Haoyu's life is mine, it depends on whether you have the ability to protect him."
As soon as the words fell, Mo Ziyan disappeared into the air in an instant, but the temperature around her rose rapidly, and in a short effort, everyone's eyes were invariably distorted, as if they were next to a raging fire.
"Hmph, carving insect skills."
A Taoist dressed as a long-bearded beautiful man sneered, and with a wave of one hand, a blue magic weapon in the air instantly became larger, and with a dragon groan, a four-clawed flying dragon with light blue scales appeared in the air, and the water flow of "Woo" turned into nectar in the sky and poured down, and the temperature began to drop rapidly.
"Going" Longbeard Daoist shouted, the mouth of the flying dragon "bang" out of a water ball with a diameter of one meter, "autumn" hit the upper left corner of the place, "boom", the water ball was blown into a dripping raindrop, splashing sparks flew out, a fiery figure holding a fiery red sword appeared in the air.
"No, that's the incarnation, be careful of the demon" The previous Dao Gu shouted loudly, saying that it was too late and that was fast, "Ah", the sound of the sword qi cutting through the air, stimulating the roots of some people's teeth to sour, and on the altar, a fiery red long sword suddenly appeared, and it was about to stab into Ling Haoyu's chest, "You shouldn't come" Ling Haoyu almost gritted his teeth and said this.
With a "hum" sound, the golden light flashed, the golden crow magic robe lit up instantly, and the real flame sword "ding" was blocked by the magic robe, "Let's go" Ling Haoyu turned around and slapped Mo Ziyan's shoulder with a palm, and at the same time, a palm of swift talisman was also pasted there, Mo Ziyan smiled coldly, and her body began to retreat like a flying cannonball.
"Alas" asked Jian Zhenren sighed in his heart, all the Daoists present are not fools, although the scene just now is very short, but there must be many people who have seen Ling Haoyu's hands and feet, this and that "Don't let the female devil run away" Dao Gu's face was a little unbearable, those of them who jumped out to destroy the demon, which of them was not the identity of the head or elder of the Seven Great Dao Sect, if the demon escaped in front of everyone, it would really be laughed out.
However, as the Zhen Sect Charm of the Sword Sect, all the effects of the Swift Talisman are not how much speed is blessed, but under the short rapid flight, it teleports for hundreds of miles, so after Dao Gu shouted, several magic weapons chased after him at the same time, but at the same time they all lost their goals.
Just as everyone was looking at each other, a fiery red figure flew back from afar again, Dao Gu's eyes lit up, and she took the lead in sacrificing the magic weapon in her hand, "Ling Haoyu, I won't let you be the sect master as you wish, you bear me, I want you to die" Mo Ziyan's face was glowing with a slight red light, the Flame Rakshasa would not shed a single tear, even if she died, she would die in front of Ling Haoyu, she wanted him to feel guilty, she wanted him to live in peace in his life, she wanted him to never forget himself.
In that case, it is worth dying.
With a "bang", the defensive light shield arranged by the magic weapons of several masters was instantly penetrated by a blood-red long shuttle, and the fiery red figure flew over with a sound of "autumn", and several masters chuckled in their hearts, and they took back their beloved magic weapons, however, their magic weapons were not ordinary, but they only slightly injured their vitality, and did not hurt the roots.
"Scarlet Piercing Cloud Shuttle" I don't know which person in the know gasped in surprise, not only did the several masters in the air show a sad face, but even the low-level cultivators who were in the safe range below looked at their elders in horror, this magic weapon was the best magic weapon when the blood demon was raging back then, and there was hardly a magic weapon of a cultivator who could compete with it.
If it weren't for Mo Ziyan's skills, then just now, the magic weapons of those masters would not be as simple as hurting the vitality, "Female devil, don't want to hurt my apprentice" Ask Jian Zhenren is no matter how calm she is, she will come out, this woman has already faced the Sword Sect directly, and single-handedly challenged the authority of the Daomen, no matter what Ling Haoyu thinks in his heart, the killing intent of Ask Jian Zhenren has already risen.
Ling Haoyu's heart suddenly pinched, he knew the strength of the master, as one of the top ten masters, in fact, the sword real person was a well-deserved first person in the cultivation path, in a few months, he would be the first immortal to ascend in the past few hundred years, the master made a move, Zi Yan is scarlet cloud piercing shuttle is also in vain, this is a complete suppression in strength, and the magic weapon is no longer enough to make up for the huge cultivation gap.
"Qiuqiu" sword qi flew out from the body of the sword real person, a turquoise, like a beautiful jade three-inch small sword slowly swallowed out of the old man's mouth, "brush", the sky was full of sharp sword momentum, the sword qi that shot out at the slightest shake, the abusive air continued to make a wailing sound, there was silence on the peak, and even several masters looked at this extraordinary little sword in shock.
"I ask myself to ask the heavens and smile, a sword in the hand of the avenue" "This is the sword of the heavens, oh my God" As the treasure of the sword sect, the only immortal weapon in the cultivation realm has finally revealed its true face, this peerless weapon that will only be enshrined in the temple for hundreds of years is finally going to show its majesty.
Unlike Mo Ziyan's use of the Scarlet Cloud Piercing Shuttle, the true yuan on the person who asked the sword has turned into an immortal yuan, and he is using the strength of a quasi-immortal to use the immortal weapon, for Mo Ziyan, it is like a special soldier who is proficient in killing people is about to launch an attack on a weak ordinary woman.
The three-inch small sword turned into a three-foot long sword, and the scattered brilliance and monstrous momentum on the sword body made the hearts of several masters present tremble, their beloved magic weapons, not even a fart in front of this sword, everyone put away their magic weapons almost at the same time, in front of these two peerless magic weapons, it is better not to continue to be green leaves.
"If you choose to give up now, I can let your Yuan Shen go."
Asking Jian Zhenren to do this is tantamount to going against the consistent policy of the cultivators, but now he has overwhelmed the entire cultivation world with his absolute strength, and everyone can only muttered quietly in their hearts, but no one dares to reveal it, not even the heads of several Great Dao Sects.
"A person with a negative heart, it is not a pity to die" Mo Ziyan's eyes flashed two cold lights, the flame sword in his hand was raised, and the cloud piercing shuttle floating in the air also kept spinning in circles, ready to attack.
"Don't" Ling Haoyu shouted, rose into the air, and grabbed Mo Ziyan's wrist, "You are finally willing to come out" Mo Ziyan asked coldly, but there was still unconcealable joy on her face.
"Don't make any more trouble, you leave quickly, I beg the master to let you go."
Ling Haoyu said eagerly, "If you go with me, I'll leave, if you don't leave, I will die here and not leave."
"Mo Ziyan is a stubborn woman, she can compromise anything, but only Ling Haoyu can't.
Asking Jian Zhenren's face gradually became gloomy, the long beard was windless, and the murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire sky, and all the people present sank in their hearts, and a sourceless fear began to derive in their hearts.
"Master, let her go, I will bear all the sins."
Ling Haoyu knelt in mid-air, only by begging the master could Zi Yan survive, otherwise, even if she was not afraid of death, it would be a fate that would never be overborn.
"Bastard" asked the sword Zhenren Li to drink, and the sword of the sky "whoosh" shot over, Mo Ziyan did not show weakness to meet his own flame sword, at the same time, the scarlet cloud shuttle also hit out, the speed of the cloud shuttle was extremely fast, the first to collide with the Wentian sword, in an instant, all the colors disappeared in everyone's eyes, what could be seen, only green and fiery red, the sky was shrouded by these two divine lights
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