Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 8
Inside Youjie, Kui Yujiang sat on the throne, closed his eyes and meditated, and suddenly felt a turmoil in the world.

The sky and the earth shook continuously, slowly opened his eyes, and the domineering aura of the king rushed towards his face and radiated out.

Dressed in a black robe, entwined with gold threads, the majestic figure, the black mist slowly dissipated, revealing a decisive and domineering face.

"Enemies from the Netherworld have invaded, Dicocoon, go out and have a look!"

Kui Yujiang paused on the throne, and then said: "If you encounter resistance, kill it directly, leaving no trouble!"

Di Jiao stood below, exuding a dark and soft breath, leaned slightly, looked at the throne, and said: "Yes!"

Bow down and salute, and then step back.Kui Yujiang looked at the slowly leaving figure with strange eyes.

At the entrance of Youjie, Ghost Jian, Youjie Demon Servant, Infernal Ghost Empress, Moth Demon Locust and others led thousands of demon soldiers in Youjie to block the intersection.

Xianqiong was alone in an ethereal figure, walking forward slowly, and between the steps, the chant of poetry sounded.

"Baiyujing in the sky, with twelve cities on the fifth floor. Immortals are like clouds and Han, and the only thought in heaven and earth."

Miao Miao's poem, telling the identity of the visitor, the owner of the fairy mountain, the fairy vault!

Wu Jianghou's figure was enchanting, her slender fingers fluttered charmingly, she strolled gracefully to Xianqiong, and said, "I don't know, what's the matter when your honor comes to Youjie?"

Everyone in Youjie couldn't see the depth of the fairy dome for a while, so they could only test and search for a solution!

"Come here to destroy evil and slay demons!"

Xianqiong's eyes are full of murderous spirit, as if he has returned to the days of bitter immortals, exterminating demons and evils, eradicating injustice, and returning the world to the heavens and the earth.

The momentum is magnificent, and the face of the immortal has changed from before.

"Hehehe! If you dare to come to my Nether Realm to punish evil, who gave you the courage?" There was a chuckle, with a contemptuous tone.

It was a slender and clear figure pacing up, accompanied by the figure, the poem title slowly floated out.

"Before infinity, there is only pity and pity." But in the secluded world, the cocoon of heaven and earth is infinite!
Xian Qiong looked at the graceful figure in front of him, which was different from You Jie, and slowly scrubbed the fairy sword tied around his waist.

"Above the fairy dome, Palace Master Baiyu, do you need the courage of others?"

As if questioning, but also questioning, after finishing his words, Xian Qiong drew his sword, and the sword light swept out.

In an instant, a clear light appeared between the sky and the earth.It's like the dawn of the morning sun, the rooster crowing, and the dazzling white light covering the demonic atmosphere in the Netherworld.

Seeing this scene, Di Cocoon Infinity pulled the stringed bow slowly, and a thin line of sound waves rippled out, like a sharp thread, locking the soul away, and Di Cocoon Infinity flew with both hands.

"Infinite Six Tune-Sorrowful Heaven and Gloomy Earth" is a shocking move as soon as it is shot, and all the demons in the wild world tremble.

At the same time, the Empress Wu Jiang and others also burst out their unique moves one after another, the color was dim, the power smashed rocks and drove mountains, and the air waves rippling out.

For a moment, there was chaos in the Nether Realm, and when the light fell, the moves stopped, and Xianqiong leisurely withdrew his sword.

Looking aside, Di Cocoon had a serious expression on his face, and looked at the demons in the Nether Realm who were filled with wailing sounds.

Blood flowed slowly, the disabled wailed endlessly, and countless people held their breath.

The Empress Wu Jiang and others stood behind Di Cocoon with solemn faces, but they understood that the person who came was much more terrifying than they had imagined.

"The power of a sword is so terrifying, Palace Master Baiyu, I have learned it!" Di Cocoon said without changing the color of his brows and eyes, but with a serious tone.

"However, if we retreat here, there is still a way out!" The words fell, indicating that the cocoon of the cocoon of heaven and earth, anger!
"If this is still the case, then bury yourself in the Netherworld!"

Rivers of blood flowed in front of his eyes, and countless people in Youjie were killed and injured. Seeing the scene in front of him, Di Yu's indifferent heart couldn't suppress his anger.

The furious tone of "Mad Devil Purgatory - Chapter of Punishment" came from the cocoon's mouth. Seeing this, the Queen of the Infernal Ghost and others were also furious, and they made another trick. dome.

The purple lightning thunder, dark and ferocious, majestic like overwhelming mountains, with oppressive momentum, black clouds overwhelm the city, rolling towards the fairy dome.

Seeing this scene, Xianqiong smiled slightly and murmured, "This is what makes it interesting!"

As the words fell, a little cold light suddenly appeared, like winter snow, condensed ice, biting cold, crystal clear, like a cold star.

Looking at it again, it was the point of the sword shooting, coming at a very fast speed, making a dazzling breakthrough.

Cold light and magnificence are intertwined, and the sword light of Xianmen meets the thaumaturgy of the secluded world, and the two intersect in an instant.

With a broken sound, the air seemed to condense.

Silence, deathly silence!

Until a maniacal laughter came, it was Youjie Mohuang laughing wantonly, and after a breath, the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Peng" was splashed with blood, and the dark blood flowed slowly, but there were scattered corpses on the ground.

The result of this battle is unmistakable, Xianmen, Xianqiong, win!
Di Yu didn't pay back the indifference just now, with a dignified expression, and immediately ordered "all generals retreat!"

The cold-blooded order "Magic soldiers attack" came from the cocoon's mouth.

As soon as the words fell, Dicocoon Infinity immediately retreated, very decisive!The Empress of Wu Jianggui struggled for a moment, took a look at the exploding Moth Locust, and followed them one after another.

After a fight, they already knew that they were definitely not opponents of Palace Master Baiyu.If it continues to delay, I am afraid that it is possible to die here.

Xian Qiong looked at the few people who fled far away, and smiled slightly.

"The cocoon, infinite? I don't know what is hiding, my eyes are closed, and what secret is buried?"

After whispering, Xianqiong took back the fairy sword in his hand.Then hang it on your waist, and gradually walk forward.

The endless brilliance emanates from the body of Xianqiong, and the power of Xianqiong is radiated from the immortal body gathered and scattered in thousands of generations.

The body-protecting fairy light shines on the gloomy Youjie, and the group of Youjie demons are in pain for a moment, and they fall to the ground, and the sound of groans and wailing keeps coming!

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The painful Youjie group of demons began to gather together, trying to kill Xianqiong in vain.

However, Xianqiong just smiled lightly, stretched out his right hand, and closed his five fingers together, a terrifying power bloomed from the void.

After being hit by this blow, the demons in the Nether Realm retreated one after another and scattered.

After a slap, Xianqiong shook his head, as if lamenting the weakness of Youjie.

After that, he walked towards the depths of the Youjie, where was the shelter of Kui Yujiang, the demon lord of the Youjie.

In the Nether Realm, Kui Yujiang sat on the magic seat, looking at the retreating Di Yu and the others with a silent expression.

Di cocoon raised his head slightly to look at the now unfathomable sky demon cocoon.Ever since the Heavenly Demon Cocoon left the customs today, Unlimited has felt that Kui Yujiang has become more mysterious and unfathomable.

"The Nether Realm is about to be broken, what is he thinking?" Di Cocoon looked at Kui Yujiang shrouded in darkness, and began to wonder.

As the cocoon of heaven and earth, the infinite cocoon of the earth thought that he knew him well enough.

Only now did I realize that I still underestimated him.

Heavenly Demon Cocoon sat on the throne, looked at the subordinates domineeringly, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly opened his mouth, saying, "Let me deal with the people of the Immortal Sect!"

After the words fell, not only did he not move, but he slowly closed his eyes.

Immortals set foot in the Nether Realm to fight against demons, and the purpose of Heavenly Demon Cocoon and Kuiyu Territory is a mystery. The two fight each other. I don't know what the result will be?

Chapter 13 Surprise Change
In the depths of the Nether Realm, the demon lord closed his eyes, and his purpose was unknown.

On the outskirts of Youjie, the immortals are wanton, killing and killing, trampling over corpses.

On the throne, roars continued.

"Ooooooh, ahhhhh!"

Listen carefully, it is the wailing of the devil, but also the unyielding of the overlord.

"Get out, get out!" The demon cocoon occupies the throne, and its hesitant and determined roar pierces the void.

The space rippled like cracks, undulating, like a strong wind biting the bone, cold and dangerous!

"Hmph!" A voice full of disdain came to mind, full of domineering and ferocious expression on the face of Demon Cocoon.

"Moshi, why don't you get out? Your descendants tell you to get out!" Kui Yujiang had a strange expression, as if provocative.

"The devil, the Allah with a thousand faces, the six realms of power, the myths of the world, and the beginning of darkness."

Bajue Poetry, the power of magic is powerful, and the atmosphere of magic is rippling all over the sky, covering the secluded world, blocking outside prying eyes.

"Heh! I'm afraid you should be the one who should get out!" There was a soft voice, but it was also full of domineering.

The cocoon retreated infinitely slowly, "Has it been discovered?"

"Who the hell? He is definitely not Kui Yujiang anymore, he is not so strong!"

"But who the hell is able to control Kui Yujiang in silence?"

Di Jiao infinitely bowed his head in thought, frowning, and suddenly his face was full of shock, as if he remembered something.

"Could it be?" There was a gleam of joy in his eyes, but he didn't know what Di Cocoon had noticed infinitely.

The Immortal, the Lord of the White Jade Palace, walked forward and waved back hundreds of demon soldiers again.Walking slowly, it seems to be measuring the vastness of the secluded world, and it seems to be adapting to the environment here.

"Without Xian Qiong and without Bai Yujing, the origin of Xian Mountain has been seriously lost. I'm afraid we can't waste time like this!" Xian Qiong felt the gradual loss of immortal power and shook his head helplessly.

"I knew I shouldn't pretend to be thirteen, how will this situation end now?" He glanced at the densely packed demon soldiers.

Xianqiong regretted it for a while, and started thinking about whether he should go to Xianmen to see Senior Brother Moyun first, and then come to the Youjie the next day!

"I haven't seen senior brother for a long time." Xianqiong's thoughts drifted away, and his mind was full of people from the Xianmen above Pangu Yunjing.

Just when the immortal was thinking about leaving, he saw a sharp figure walking slowly in the distance.

Accompanied by the pace, the sky filled with sword intent, dressed in white, with ribbons fluttering.

"Holding your head up thousands of hills, screaming proudly in the wind, you can find an opponent to discuss the sword together, and the heights are too cold."

Cold, decisive, proud, cold.There are only four words that can describe the visitor, sword cold, determination, god pride, and profile cold.

The sky is full of wind and snow, and there are many.Being in the secluded world, it makes Xianqiong feel like returning to the past. When he turned into a bitter fairy, he traveled all over the world and experienced the winter snow that Shenzhou has ever seen.

The steep snow is cold, the sword light is dazzling, and the wind leaves traces.

But it is the myth of the sword world in the past, the peak of the sword, the trace of the wind, the king's land in the secluded world, and the sword to test the world.

Xianqiong, who was deep in memory, just waved his hand out of habit, but found that there was no one in front of him.When I looked up, I suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill.

"What a sharp sword!" A sigh fell, and Xianqiong looked back in an instant, stretched out a palm, and split his fingers.

The fierce sword intent suddenly shrank back, but between Xianqiong's two fingers was the divine sword that had been heard all over the world in the past, a peerless madness.

A sword is like a man, and a man is like a sword. The sword is unparalleled in strength, and the sword is unparalleled in the world.

In just an instant, the divine sword held between Xianqiong's fingers exuded a piercing chill.

Dots of immortal white mixed with red blood flowed from Xian Qiong's hand, but this was the first time the immortal was injured in this world.

Xianqiong was silent, just looked at his hand quietly, slowly retracted it, put it in front of his eyes, stared carefully, watched silently, and stared in rapt attention.

It's like there's a magnificent scenery in it.

"I'm actually injured?" Xian Qiong muttered to himself, then slowly raised his head, looking far into the Netherworld.He looked at the fairy dome hanging high above the heavenly trace of misery.

"Sure enough, the technique of incarnation is so unreliable!" Shaking his head, the immortal waved his hand, a drop of blood fell into the Netherworld, and then held the sword in his right hand.

His expression became solemn, and he looked carefully at the person who came with the sword intent.

"What's your name?" The immortal asked with his head drooped and his hair loose, with no sense of immortality.

The immortal, the body of the immortal source, was formed by combining the immortal mountain. From then on, the immortal mountain is the body, and the immortal spirit is the immortal vault, so it can also be called the master of the immortal mountain.

A person infected with the immortal source is an immortal, but after the immortal source is dispersed, he will turn into a mortal!
"The Scar of the Wind!" The white-clothed figure with ribbons fluttering all over his body said sarcastically, absolutely tasteless.

"The origin of the fairy is passing away seriously, so let's use it to conceive the fairy sword! Avoid wasting it, anyway, this incarnation looks cool!" Xianqiong was thinking silently.

After that, a burst of bright white light flowed, and the fairy spirit on Xian Qiong gradually disappeared, but the light of the fairy sword became more and more brilliant.

"The Scar of the Wind" the white-clothed swordsman waved his sleeves and danced his sword. The speed was extremely fast, as fast as thunder, like a streamer, and his figure suddenly became ethereal.

Only the sword intent all over the sky rushed towards Xianqiong.

The immortal stood on the field, searching around for the figure, searching for a long time but still to no avail, looking at the gradually injured body.

The word "Xian, Mie" fell, and the expression of the immortal became more and more exciting. He stepped on messy steps and shouted the two words slowly. In an instant, the meaning of destruction emanated from the sword in Xianqiong's hand.

The majestic power of destruction exudes an aura of silence, destruction, and death that overwhelms mountains and seas and spreads towards the four fields.

Since there was no one to be found, it would be good to simply destroy the vast and secluded world together.

The sword shadows all over the sky and the scattered destructive forces competed with each other, and the immortal laughed wantonly, like a madman.

Standing in place, holding the fairy sword in his hand, he danced lightly.

Sword dance, sword dance, it's just a dance, but it's an eyesore.

"Wind passing, leaving traces" leisurely, a faint voice came from the scattered sword shadow.

Snow-white cold, biting cold, like the ice of the extreme north, cold, cold, cold!

The peerless swordsman in the legend of the devil world, no one can match him, he has pursued the ultimate swordsmanship all his life, advocated freedom without restraint, at this moment, anger!
The cold wind and snow all over the sky, entrusted the anger of the swordsman, the killing intent merged into the ice and snow, and the sword intent portrayed life and death.

The ultimate swordsmanship disperses the destructive power of the immortal.

The power of destruction was hindered, the immortal was impatient, and the messy dance had to be stopped.

The expression changes of cursing and grumbling are particularly strong.

"What a waste, such rubbish, you can't even beat this guy, what use are you for!" The immortal pointed at the immortal sword in his hand and scolded wantonly.

Yingying white light radiated out, but it was a fairy sword with spirit, emitting dissatisfaction.

A figure in the far distance watched all this silently. Seeing this, he slowly covered his eyes with his hands, but he couldn't bear to look directly!

"Hey!" There was a leisurely sigh, mixed with a lot of helplessness and sadness.

In the underworld, the immortal scolded him for a long time. Seeing that the immortal sword had gained fighting spirit, he cursed and picked up the immortal sword in his hand. Shu Ran pointed the sword at the wind mark and made a move.

"Sword Death!"

Chapter 14 Traces of Demonic Sword Wind
Sighing two words, the tip of the sword began to emit a hazy white light, and the mood of leisurely disappearing emanated.

The power is even better than that just now, the power of the fairy source is the fairy power.

Immortal power is the original power of all things, and it can belong to all things. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is invincible.

A misty white light radiated, and the icy sword intent of Velen Fairy gradually faded.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss" sounded, as if everything melted, and the sword light all over the sky suddenly dissipated.

Feng Zhihen waved his hand, a streamer fluttering in the wind, the sword is still the sword of just now; the person is still the man of just now.

His expression was still cold, but a little more solemn than before.

A slight breeze drifted by, flying silk flying all over the sky, and the slender ribbons gradually covered Feng Zhihen's face, his body, and his figure.

In an instant, it became a little unpredictable. Youyouran seemed like an illusion, but it was divided into two by the trace of wind.

"Demon Sword: Traces of the Wind" is like winter snow dripping down, sending out a sigh of compassion, or like a raging flame burning the ice and snow, revealing a trace of desolation.

The figure changes suddenly, white silk flies, black silk fills the sky, deep in the secluded world, today's peerless swordsman in the devil world reappears his unique skills, but it is!

"Magic Flow Sword: Scar of the Wind."

Moliu Sword is wild and crazy, Fengzhi is calm and pleasant, and Sword Dao is the pinnacle of seeking swords. They have created two completely different swordsmanship. One seeks speed, and the other seeks strength. Power can open the sky.

Today, the two are reconciled and come out of the world together, it is "Magic Flow Sword·Wind Scar"

"The wind is gone and the remnants are only relying on the sword." Feng Zhihen in white is holding a peerless madness and uses his ultimate move, hoping to defeat the enemy with one move.

The wind, the sky, the earth, the clouds, the sky, the frost, the cold and the remnant fur, and the sword, stand alone in the world.

People, holding swords, swords, relying on people.People and swords unite, and swordsman agrees.

The speed of heaven and earth is incomparable, and the sword's words are astonishing.

A generation of kendo myths, when the sword comes out, the sky is shocked.

"The Magic Wind Sword flows away invisible" the black-clothed Demon Flow Sword is holding the unique trick of madness, and wants to kill the enemy with one sword.

The devil is wanton and arrogant, the wind is flying away, and the sword is ferocious.

People hold swords, swords control people.People and swords are confused, and swords are transformed into one.

The power of heaven and earth, the artistic conception of the sword falling and the death of people.

A generation of kendo myths, when the sword comes out, Jiuyou will die!

The immortal looked at it with a blink of an eye, as if the yin and yang of Tai Chi were endlessly rotating.Black and white are everywhere, and a breath of death is approaching.

"Heh! Immortal Sword, Immortal Sword, I'm looking at you!" The Immortal laughed lightly, bent down and began to touch the Immortal Sword, softly comforting him, as if he had forgotten his arrogance just now.

The immortal sword chanted softly, and white light emitted, but it agreed to the immortal's unreasonable request.

"Sword·Mie" held a fairy sword in his hand, filled with immortality, but the word "Mie" came out again.But it is completely different from the comparison just now.

The sword is meant to kill, and to destroy is to destroy.A pair of peerless swordsmen in the demonic world burst forth with power that shattered the heavens and destroyed the earth.

The power of breaking the sky is approaching in an instant, and the trace of the wind has no choice but to turn around to resist, and black and white twinklings are flying all over the sky.

The sword move of the wind marks changes, and the wind leaves scars, devastated everywhere.

The Moliu sword kept killing and attacking, wanting to ask for a while the Lord of the White Jade Palace.

Constant killing, constant confrontation, sword meets sword, and people meet.

When the fairy sword and the demon sword met again, a loud noise resounded through the void.

The voice of "Peng" fell, and the three figures gradually flew away.

The immortal is holding the immortal sword, full of immortal energy, as the immortal energy comes to the body, the immortal air returns, but it does not pay back the ruffian aura just now.

"Not bad!" The two-word comment showed the result, but the swordsman lost!

"You are very strong!" The swordsman came here and spoke for the first time, but after a confrontation, Zhuo Ran broke the seal and imprisonment in his body.

Just as the seal in the swordsman's body was broken, the Heavenly Demon Cocoon, whose expression was sometimes painful and sometimes ferocious, changed from normal to quiet in the depths of the Nether Realm.

"What happened, how dare you rebel, the rebel deserves to die!" Leng Ran, domineering!

"I don't know where is the fault of the seal?" With a doubt, the devil pondered.

"Wind Zhihen, you are so lucky!!" The air of anger spread all over the sky.

After a few words, Tianmo Cocoon fell into madness again, his expression changed, like a madman!
Xianli is the original power of the world, it can destroy all things, but it can also redeem all things.

Sword energy entering the body is like immortal energy entering the body. Immortal energy entering the body is a matter of death, but it is a coincidence that redeemed the peerless swordsman.

"Do you want to fight again?" The immortal looked at the figure in front of him, from his contempt at the beginning to his solemnity now, but it was very different, showing the difference between heaven and earth.

A trace of fighting spirit emanated from Feng Zhihen's eyes, and Peer Dai created two decisive swords to prove the superiority of the sword.

Today, if I meet a master of swordsmanship in the world, he will naturally fight and die without end.

"Fight!" The cold-eyed swordsman whispered softly, but his expression was full of determination.

"The sky is full of silver and snow dreams, are you sad? Happy? Frost everywhere, drunk on the world of mortals, hatred? Love? The golden years will never forget the autumn years - the past is cloudy and smoke, leaving no trace of the wind."

Recite a poem lightly, and a person flashes across in memory. The past is vivid in my mind, and I discuss the superiority and inferiority of the three, but I am absent from the final battle.

This is a lifelong regret, now that I meet a master of swordsmanship again, I will definitely fight here and decide the world.

The immortal closed his eyes, opened them, and the immortal energy surrounded his body. His expression changed in an instant, but it was indifferent.

"Heavenly Sword Famous Peak, above Xuan Zun, within the Immortal Mountain, outside of relaxation, has been cultivating for five hundred years, just like the Dao, just like the way of the sword!"

Long whispers, like memories, but reminding us of mourning.

Sighing loudly, full of sustenance, full of desolation, the sword is superior.

The fairy sword chanted softly, like joy, but excitement, as if sighing that it was finally back in the hands of a familiar person, praising for the upcoming battle.

The immortal swiped the immortal sword backwards, and the sword intent floated out all over the sky. The milky white sword intent was full of softness, but it contained killing inside.

Seeing this, Feng Zhihen held Peerless Maniac for the first time, with a cautious expression!

The wind blows, the sword reflects the cold light, the sky is dark and dark, and people will fight here.

"Magic Flow Sword Wind Scar" has the same words, but completely different moves. After the words fell, the wind scar transformed into black and white black and black.

Seeing this, the immortal rushed out with a sword first. This sword has no moves, only pure sword intent, sword moves!

Seeing this, Mo Liujian·Wind of the Wind, the madness of the peerless, lighten the sword.

The two swords crossed each other, but the immortal was still superior.

"The intersection between the two is not as fast as the Wind Trace, nor as powerful as the Demonic Sword. What's the point?" The immortal asked lightly. They had been fighting fiercely for a long time, but they were very familiar with each other's sword moves.

"We'll find out later!" the swordsman said, but attacked first.

This time, there was still no move, no style, just a straight sword piercing through, followed by the sword intent all over the sky, and the only thing left was speed and strength!
Immortal holds out the sword, the two swords will meet again!Extreme moves, extreme swords, immortals, swordsmen, in the four fields of the secluded world, draw down the majestic sword intent, the more you fight, the more fierce, the more fierce you fight, the endless battles, and the endless killings!
Like a moment, but also like eternity, the battle ends, the two rest!

"Have you become stronger?" The immortal stared at the other side, black and white intertwined, holding the unparalleled madness in his hand, but his tone was one of surprise and joy.

"Extreme Sword!"

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