This Swordsman is Too Steady

Oxhorn city.

One of the three front-line cities of Zhongling.

This city was guarded by Jianzong Eternal Peak Peak Master Ning Fengchen at this time.

Like Gu Qiu, after receiving the news, Ning Fengchen quickly made the same decision: retreat from the city and stay behind the Jianzong monk.

The seven peak masters of Jianzong, in terms of strength, the strongest is undoubtedly Qingyun Peak Master Sword Immortal Xie Qingyun.

Yu Canghai, the master of Canghai Peak, came next.

After that, it was Ning Fengchen and Xue Wushao's turn.

Moreover, Director Ning Fengchen is a killer sword skill.

Jian Xiu was good at killing. In such a group of monks, he was famous for killing people. One can imagine the prosperous killing.

At least on the surface, Bullhorn City will be the most difficult city.

Therefore, this city was attacked by Dongqi Demon Lord himself.

Dongqi Demon Venerable, High Demon Venerable combat power, status and strength in the heart demon clan, are also under the two top Demon Venerable Soul Venerable and Master Master.

Under two people and over ten thousand people, the strength is unimaginable.

"Jianzong has a handful of more than seven hundred people, so he came to stop the army of a million people. It seems extremely stupid, but they are not stupid."

"Sword repair is the first among the six major cultivation systems of the human race.

"They were born to fight."

"For such a group, if we don't want to solve them first, we will cross the Bullhorn City to chase the retreating human monks, and the formation will be pierced by them."

"Therefore, we have no choice. We must first destroy them and solve our worries before we can continue to pursue the retreating human monks."

The Dongqi Demon Lord was more calm than the Taixuan Demon Lord who attacked Tiger Head City, and saw more things.

Except for the Sword Sect cultivator, changing to any other cultivator, if there were only 700 people, he would not be in his eyes at all, and it would be impossible to influence the pursuit of the demon army.

"At the same time, after being surrounded by our army, almost no monks have any hope of saving their lives.

The so-called queen is actually dying. "

"But if anyone has to say that there is still a chance in this situation, it is only the sword repair."

Nothing else, just because the sword repair rushed to the first place, breaking out invincible.

Facing the heavy encirclement of the demon army, in order to break through, what is needed is explosive power.

Because once you can't rush out of the encirclement, facing the continuous offensive of the Demon Race, even a real dragon will be hard-fought to death.

It can stop the most demons with the least number of people, but also has the hope of escaping from birth...

In addition to the great righteousness of "The big boat is heavy, the horse Jun is far away", the three Sword Sect peak masters chose to let the monk of this sect be responsible for the queen, because this is the best answer!

"Good idea..."

"Today, let me sacrifice the flag with the blood of your Sword Sect monk!"

Dongqi Mozun's eyes were fierce, and he issued an order of his own.

The next moment, a team composed of more than twenty magic repairs received the order and shot violently.

These twenty-odd demons come from the same demonic clan, with a body length of more than one hundred feet, as large as a mountain.

They look like lions, and on their backs, there are lingering green poisonous thorns, and they want to pierce the sky.

What's more terrifying is that these demonic cultivators are all in the ninth-rank realm, although their strength has not reached the level of the demon, but they are absolutely powerful.

There are not many cultivators in the eight realms of the human race, and even fewer in the nine realms. Each of them is a top powerhouse in one area, or a powerful figure in the sect.

Can be able to organize a small team composed of more than 20 ninth-rank experts on the battlefield, some and only demons.

Even Daxia couldn't do it.

They are the Boss martyred demons.

Boshang Demon Sovereign is only a seventh-rank bloodline, but their bloodline supernatural powers are especially suitable for war, so the heart demon clan spent a lot of resources to train them, help them break the bloodline shackles, and promote them to the ninth rank.

Raise soldiers for a thousand days, use them for a while.

Unlike Taixuan Demon Lord who took the lead with the profound scale demon clan and took the sword to repair the offensive, Dongqi Demon Lord's choice was to control violence with violence, attack and attack, and directly dispatched its own large-scale killer that had been prepared for a long time.

In the next moment, the bone spurs on the back of the more than twenty demons who died in the demon race suddenly flew up and shot out, bursting out an unparalleled powerful offensive.

Nearly tens of thousands of bone spurs from the Demon Race whizzed and danced in the void, this kind of scene is extremely rare.

Under the gloomy sky, I only heard the screaming and screaming, I saw the faint green light flashing from the bone spurs, making the sky brighter.

Even the Demon Lord, facing such an attack, will find it very difficult.

Ning Fengchen didn't find it tricky.

But behind him is the Sword Sect cultivator, who is not as strong as him, and it is still a bit troublesome to deal with this offensive.

"Then, stop them all." Ning Fengchen said softly.

Looking at the bone spurs coming through the sky, Ning Fengchen threw a flying sword.

It was a radiant flying sword, with a sharp and narrow blade, as if it was born for murder. It was like a feather arrow that easily pierced the space, pierced the sky, and whizzed out.

I don't know if it's too fast, or some strange swordsmanship, this flying sword just gleamed the moment it flew out, and then disappeared.

As if swallowed by the void.

But there was a tearing sound in the space at the right time.

It's like a blank piece of paper, cut into countless pieces with a knife.

The aura in this world suddenly broke with Ling Rui of Feijian, who was already invisible but absolutely existed.

Those ten thousand spear-like bone spurs shot into this torn world between the electric light and flint.

Their smooth and round trajectory suddenly deviated.

There seems to be an indescribable strong pressure in the world that is pressing them.

They began to tremble, making a sharp buzzing sound.

As we moved forward, the buzzing sound became more and more rapid.

puff!

Finally, after reaching a certain distance, there was a pop.

A faint green bone spur was shaken into powder.

It's like a chain reaction after pushing to dominoes.

The sound of puff puff sounded one after another, and one after another bone spurs turned into powder and floated all over the sky.

In the end, these bone spurs were all shattered, and none of them reached the Sword Sect cultivator.

How can a sword stop ten thousand spears?

Ning Fengchen gave the answer.

He didn't use his own sword to stop him, he used his own sword to cut open the heaven and the earth, and then made the heaven and the earth vibrate and chaotic, and let the heaven and the earth stop.

Ning Fengchen still stood at the forefront of the Jianzong cultivator, motionless.

His eyebrows were flattened, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows for a moment.

It seems that this sword, to him, is just as ordinary as raising his hand.

Ning Fengchen calmly looked forward.

In his sight, in the Demon Race camp, among the powerful team composed of more than twenty Nine-Rank Demon repairs, the strongest leader is looking down at his chest and abdomen.

His name is Yuan E, and he is the strongest member of the Bossaken Demon Race, and his strength is infinitely close to the lower Demon Venerable.

With the benefits of his bloodline and magical powers, he should establish a world-shaking exploit on the battlefield, and then exchange it into resources to advance the lower demon in one fell swoop.

Become the first demon in the history of the Boss martyred demon clan.

This is his ambition.

But at this moment, Yuan Evil only performed one move, and did not do anything else. He just looked down at his chest and abdomen.

Because, there was a very deep mouth of blood appeared there.

It is Jiankou.

His internal organs, turned into fragments, were squeezing out from the blood port.

His vitality is fading.

"Where did the sword come from?" Yuan Ee thought.

At the next moment, it seemed that he was too slow to dislike his vitality, and the sword intent that did not know where it came from, erupted directly inside the body of Yuan Evil.

boom!

The body was a hundred feet long, and the body of the evil soul, which was as huge as a mountain, burst into pieces.

Fragments of stumps and blood splattered, and the scene was **** and disgusting.

At the same time, a stream of light fell from the sky towards Ning Fengchen.

That is a long sword.

Ning Fengchen had just issued a long sword and turned it back, falling back into his hand.

This is a sharp and gorgeous long sword, but it is very unusual, because it is a common feature of all long swords.

But at this moment, this unusual long sword seemed to have magical powers, attracting all the eyes of all demons, including Dongqi Demon Venerable.

One sword, breaking through ten thousand spears, killing the nineteenth rank magic repair.

"The killing sword of Master Ning Feng, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is really the most rigorous and gorgeous art in the world, impassioned."

Behind Ning Fengchen, Jian Huang, one of the most powerful sword repairmen in the Sword Sect, couldn't help but praised him.

The sword of murder is as gorgeous as Ning Fengchen, which is really rare in the world.

Ning Fengchen shook his head and whispered softly: "The sword of murder, heroic and unrestrained.

The thing about killing demons is not about generosity. "

He raised his wrist and the sword edge rose.

There seemed to be flames burning deep in his eyes.

He said: "Injustice in the heart can still be eliminated by alcohol, and injustice in the world can only be eliminated by the sword."

His natal sword, named:

"A pot of wine."

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust.