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Chapter 231 Let You Punch

Looking at Sanliu who still had an elegant smile on his face, the Sword Master's heart tightened a little.

This kind of look and feeling has disappeared from this elegant scholar for many years. After the two of them talked together, this kind of bloody and strong killing intent completely disappeared from Sanliu's body, but now for a slightly famous The younger generation actually wants to do this brazenly.

The sword master was a little curious, what kind of secret was hidden in this young man named Leng Feng.

If only relying on the remnant soul of the Immortal Emperor, and the harvest in the Immortal Emperor's ruins this time, it seems that all of these together cannot make this Sanliu get out of the mountain so easily.

What is hidden in it, the sword master couldn't figure it out for a while.

Obviously, it was because someone interfered with this piece of time and space, and there was no need to think too much about being able to do this. Apart from myself and the demon lord beside me, only this elegant scholar was left.

"It's a joke, just based on your two words, it's like taking this person away. It's just a dream."

It was Sun Wuming who spoke. I don't know if he is not afraid of tigers or because he wants to be famous too much, so he speaks like this in front of all the top bigwigs.

In Baidi's eyes, this was extremely arrogant, but Sanliu beside him still said with a refined smile on his face.

"Then according to what you said, how can I take this person away?"

"What, at least you have to ask my master before you can make a fuss about it."

Sun Wuming's haughty and domineering look almost made the sword master beside him want to stab this ignorant disciple of the Blood Demon Palace to death with a single sword.

It's just that while Sun Wuming was speaking, the demon lord did not stop him, and his aura continued to rise after Sanliu's arrival.

The movement of spiritual energy in the meridians in the body has reached an unprecedented peak, a little bit arousing the terrifying energy hidden in the flesh and blood.

The skills of the Blood Demon Palace are somewhat similar to those of the bloodline inheritors on the third plane, except that the terrifying power of flesh and blood of the demon master is much more tyrannical than some strong men born with bloodlines on the third plane .

The Demon Lord does not need to spend endless years looking for or tempering weapons that suit him like other cultivators.

His whole body from flesh and blood, root bones to meridians are all part of the weapon in his hand, that's why he was called a "muscle fool" by the sword master.

Obviously, the demon lord's intention was to fight Sanliu today, so that didn't stop Wuming Sun from destructing himself.

But he underestimated the murderous intent hidden behind Sanliu's smile, and saw that Wuming Sun wanted to say a few more words, but in the next second, he met his eyes.

The tyrannical killing intent hidden behind the elegant smile finally exploded at this moment.

Without any warning, Sun Wuming's eyes were first frightened, then dyed blood red, and finally exploded completely in a few breaths.

The bloody smell that reached the sky dyed the small area red, but Sanliu chuckled when he saw it.

"It's not a good thing for juniors to talk too much."

At this time, these people realized that what was hidden behind that refined smile was unprecedented bloodshed.

As a popular figure in front of the Demon Lord, Sun Wuming died in front of everyone so easily in this way.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Palace dared not speak out, while the Wuhen Sword Palace and others were also a little surprised.

Just killing someone in front of the demon lord, I'm afraid even his sword lord would not dare to try it lightly.

It's just that the blood that exploded from Wuming Sun's head just now didn't stain the Demon Lord's body, but this scene was really only an inch away from him.

"Okay, that's great!"

The demon lord's smile went straight to Jiuxiao, like an angry dragon, so that everyone present did not dare to underestimate it.

Bai Di's cultivation had obviously not returned to its peak for some reason, so facing the Demon Lord's obviously extremely angry look, there was a hint of worry hidden in his brows.

He hadn't interacted with Sanliu for a long time, and Baidi had no way of knowing what his temperament was.

It's just that he had a vague feeling that Sanliu's whole body was stronger than before.

After the demon lord laughed, his feet struck Sanliu like thunder.

In the blink of an eye, he had already approached Sanliu.

There were no fancy moves, only the violent fist that slammed Sanliu's heart involuntarily.

The power of flesh and blood was pushed to the limit in an instant, and it unexpectedly hit Sanliu's body with an impartial punch.

The latter didn't seem to react and flew backwards like an arrow off the string. This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

Even the sword master didn't expect that Sanliu would really be unable to block the mysterious punch of the demon master.

Even Xu Ming was surprised. He never thought that this elegant scholar with a breath as deep as the sea was really using his life to pretend.

wrong!Xu Ming soon noticed something strange.

Because at the moment when the two came into contact, the demon lord punched the elegant scholar seemingly forcefully, and he clearly saw a treacherous smile on his face.

And the fact is just as Xu Ming thought, just when the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace had no time to celebrate excitedly, the elegant scholar in white was walking slowly in the void, this seemingly slow but actually fast movement method It is the unique ability of cultivators in the tribulation period to shrink into an inch.

The demon lord's eyes became even colder, because he knew that the domineering spirit he was proud of could not take advantage of this person.

Although the punch just now seemed solid to outsiders, the reason for it may only be known to the devil.

Not much of his overbearing energy entered the scholar's body at all. On the contrary, it was completely discharged as he continued to retreat.

"Just now I killed a disciple under your sect, and I asked you to punch first, so it's even."

Even! !
The blood demon palace disciples present who originally regarded the demon lord as a god never thought that their suzerain would be given a punch.

And this person can still appear in front of everyone in such a leisurely manner. Could it be that this scholar-like person is stronger than his suzerain?

Such an absurd but possible idea appeared in the minds of many disciples of the Blood Demon Palace.

"Since you don't want me to take this young man away, I can only offend you!!"

After Sanliu finished speaking, the elegant demeanor that enveloped her whole body changed significantly.

An unprecedented cold killing intent appeared in everyone's hearts out of thin air, like a sharp knife, which made everyone's mood jump.

Among them, even the devil was not immune, and then Sanliu's fingers hidden in his sleeves lightly joined together to form a sword!

Just raising his hand slightly, the shadow of the sword soaring to the sky followed.

(End of this chapter)