Great Dao Ji

It was pouring rain on the charity cemetery, thunder and lightning were heard in the night, and the wind was howling in the ten-mile mass grave.

Who?

Everyone inside and outside the charity cemetery felt a chill in their hearts.

This voice did not seem to come from the air, but directly from their hearts, and they had no idea who was speaking.

"There are still masters?!"

The old eunuch's pupils shrank, and a flash of lightning exploded from his eyes.

Crack!

The night thunder fell, illuminating the inside and outside of the charity cemetery.

It illuminated the astonished face of Yan Xiake in front of the charity cemetery, and also reflected the cold and gradually cold face of the black flag cavalry waving the prison-like knife light.

A dozen feet is not a distance for the cavalry.

Just step and swing the knife and you're there!

But at this moment, they felt that time seemed to have stopped.

Because, at the moment when the electric snake passed by, there was suddenly one more person in front of the charity cemetery.

The man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He stood in the rain in a cloak. With just one step, a shocking scene happened.

Bang!

The thunder on the ground was even better than the thunder dancing in the sky.

In an instant, the air waves rolled up and rushed to the sky, pushing up the heavy rain several feet high, as if an invisible cover suddenly appeared on the earth, repelling all the rain.

Then, the earth seemed to become a complete water surface, and the ripples spread like waves, stirring up muddy roads.

Sigh~

The well-trained war horses cried out in fear at this time.

Because their hooves that ran, crossed, and crossed mountains and ridges as if they were walking on flat ground suddenly sank into the mud, reaching their stomachs!

No matter how well-trained they were, no matter how agile and strong they were, they were completely unable to move forward.

Extreme movement turned into extreme stillness!

Under the powerful inertia, the cavalrymen were thrown forward one by one. The horses in the back row could not dodge and hit the horses in front heavily.

People and horses fell to the ground!

Really people and horses fell to the ground!

The sound in his heart seemed to have not yet fallen. In the mud more than ten feet in front of the charity cemetery, people and horses had already fallen to the ground.

As the smell of blood spread, horses neighed and people howled.

"Is it him?"

Yan Xiake and Yun Qian'er, who was held hostage, changed their faces and recognized the back of the person coming.

It turned out to be the owner of this charity cemetery, who seemed to be called An Qisheng.

Yan Xiake was shocked.

The same person, in just half a minute, had undergone a huge change.

Although An Qisheng before made him feel a little mysterious and guessed that he was not an ordinary person, he looked too young and had no mana fluctuations, so he just thought he was a martial arts master.

But at this time, it was completely different.

In his eyes, the young man stood tall, but seemed to be one with the world. Indistinctly, he felt that the thunder and rain in the world seemed to come for him, and the lightning and thunder were all for him.

The infectious power was incredible!

Spirit, could it be so strong?

Not only Yan Xiake, but also the old eunuch in the rain curtain changed his expression, his eyes became solemn and fearful.

Clang clang clang~~~

When the horses fell in the mud, the cavalrymen rolling in the mud moved again.

These cavalrymen waded through the mud, the sword light swept through, and pulled out a sharp and chorus of ghost cries in the air.

The fierce and murderous aura rolled and agitated, and chopped towards An Qisheng!

These cavalrymen were undoubtedly elite. Even if they attacked each other without any preparation, they still naturally reached the most tacit cooperation.

The angles of the swords of the dozen people did not overlap, and there was no panic, just like a person with more than a dozen arms, attacking at the same time!

The fierceness of the aura made Yan Xiake hold his breath.

The magic power aura of the Qigong practitioner is not invincible. The light of the talisman can be seen faintly. Obviously, they have been specially blessed and can break the magic power aura!

If a Qigong practitioner holds on to the magic power aura and does not dodge or evade, the end will be to be hacked to pieces.

"Not good!"

Yan Xiake's heart jumped as soon as the thought flashed through his mind.

Because under the forest of swords, An Qisheng really did not dodge or evade!

"Swordsmanship is not about having murderous aura."

Under the sword light, An Qisheng glanced at the Yin-Yang heads of the cavalrymen who made him a little disgusted, and spoke lightly.

As the sound waves rolled, he raised his arm and attacked.

Huh!

His movements were neither fast nor slow, and there was no subtlety to be seen. This time, his hand was like a forest of knives. In everyone's eyes, it seemed that he was seeking his own death, and he was afraid that his arm would be cut off in the next moment.

But the next moment, a surprising scene happened.

As he stretched out his arm and flicked his five fingers, the air under the night sky moved like a real spirit snake.

Boom!

Like the roar of a dragon, the strong wind and waves suddenly became strong.

Dozens of scimitars were thrown into the rain curtain along with half of their owner's arm.

Then, the earth-shaking screams had not yet sounded, and they had been completely extinguished.

The strong wind poured back, like the sharpest steel knife, completely piercing the bodies of all the cavalrymen who rushed over.

Blood flowed everywhere, broken bones flew everywhere!

With a palm push, the strong wind was like a dragon, instantly sweeping all the cavalrymen who had made and had not made any moves.

"Hundred-step divine fist?!"

The old eunuch's eyes moved.

He could clearly feel that the young man had no magic power at all, but when he withdrew his palm, the air flow in the void was as if it were real substance, allowing him to control it. The steel knife was broken and torn apart from a distance of more than ten feet. The armor was broken and the bones were broken.

This is clearly a legendary method among Jianghu people.

Crackling~

The blood of the stumps mixed with the rain slapped on the ground.

Bang bang bang~

The old eunuch put his hands on his hands and smiled:

"Unexpectedly, I can see the rumored Hundred-step Divine Fist here."

A hoarse, high-pitched voice sounded.

Although he was stroking his hands and smiling, everyone could hear the mockery in his voice.

What about the Hundred Steps Divine Fist?

What about Jianghu legends?

Without magic power, he is just an ordinary person after all.

An Qisheng slowly lowered his arms and looked at the old eunuch through the heavy rain curtain:

"Then what?"

"pity!"

The old eunuch's face turned cold, and the magic power in his body surged. Waves of evil energy suddenly rose up, and a ghost snake more than ten feet long was pulled out from the night and rain, and it suddenly pounced:

"I will be buried here today!"

Woohoo~

The dark wind howled, as if a ghost was crying, and the fierce and cold aura instantly overwhelmed the sky.

In the huge Yizhuang, the Yin Qi instantly filled the air, and the coffins suddenly began to tremble, as if something inside them wanted to revive. If the nails in the coffins were not nailed, they would be able to escape at this time!

"The evil snake magic!"

Yan Xiake's eyelids twitched, and while the long sword was clanging, he stepped out:

"Brother An, this is Kanshuishe's Yin Corpse Technique, retreat quickly!"

"Hahaha!"

The old eunuch raised his arms, and his cold and harsh breath surged:

"You all deserve it?!"

The wild laughter stopped abruptly.

The old eunuch's heart was beating wildly, and the terrifying aura of Senhan instantly stirred up in his heart. The crisis suddenly reached its peak?

How could it be?

What is it?

The old eunuch's eyes suddenly widened.

Far away from Yizhuang, An Qisheng looked calm, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

behind!

Behind my back!

The old eunuch's body creaked, and he turned around abruptly, and the Yin snake that was raised was about to slap down.

Then, he saw the enemy behind him.

It was a not very tall white skeleton.

boom!

The moment he saw the skeleton, the old eunuch's heart exploded:

"The Bone Man Demon?! This is the Bone Man Demon from the evil path!!"

The old eunuch's mind was buzzing.

The Bone Man Demon didn't pause at all.

The moment the Yin snake danced and pounced, it had already squeezed into the old eunuch's body for several feet, and the cold and fierce magic aura collided.

The two white arms closed together, crushing the old eunuch's magical aura.

Then, the high head suddenly fell down, the lower jaw opened, and the old eunuch's head was swallowed into his mouth!

"ah!!!"

A miserable and shrill roar suddenly died out.

A trace of redness flashed across the skeleton of the white-bone demon, and the old eunuch had completely become a mummy!

Click!

Yan Xiake took a step and stopped immediately. A scimitar under his feet was crushed by him, but his eyes were already attracted by the bones:

"Bone Man Demon?!"

Yan Xiake's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his mind was buzzing.

The Yixie Dao was a world-famous evil at that time, and it caused countless bloody storms. Of course, it was impossible for him not to have heard of it.

But I didn't expect that there would be such a human demon with bones in this small righteous village!

Stab~

Electric snakes streaked across the void.

Looking at An Qisheng who slowly turned his head, his face and expression were the same as before, Yan Chixia's scalp felt a little numb.

This is just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.

"ah!"

In Yizhuang, many people screamed when they saw this horrifying scene of bones devouring people.

"Father-in-law!"

Li Hua, who was holding Yun Qian'er hostage, had his hands and feet trembling, and seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"Brother Yan."

The crowd's reaction flashed in An Qisheng's eyes. He looked calmly and looked at Yan Xiake, who was several feet away from him in front of Yizhuang:

"If I said that I killed an evil cultivator to get this white-bone human demon, would you believe it?"

"I"

Yan Xiake's body trembled first, then relaxed:

"If someone else said it, I would naturally not believe it, but since it was Brother An who said it, I would naturally believe it!"

A sword cultivator practices one sword throughout his life.

The spells are not as varied as other monks, and the fighting methods are extremely monotonous, but the sensitivity of sword cultivation is extremely powerful. He can sense that An Qisheng's breath is as fresh as the forest after rain, and his temperament is like the rising sun.

If such a person's power comes from the Bone Demon, he would never believe it.

After saying that, he turned around without warning, raised his sword, and pointed it directly at Li Hua:

"Let her go!"

"No! Impossible!"

The sword intention stimulated Li Hua to recover, and he looked around with a ferocious face:

"You killed my father-in-law, I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore!

Either way, let’s die together! "

"don't want!"

Everyone in the Yun family changed their expressions.

call out!

At this moment, a yellow shadow flashed across.

Li Hua's body stiffened, a large stream of blood spurted out from his neck, and his big head rolled and fell into the muddy and rainy ground.

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