Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Laws, who doesn't know them?

It was wishful thinking for Ye Xiaochuan to defeat Xue Wuhen with just a few wind columns condensed by the laws.

At this moment, Xue Wuhen began to take this fight seriously.

His turbid eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disgusting smile.

The Red Blood Demon Whip turned quickly, and the three-meter-long soft whip, after his true power was poured into it, seemed to have turned into a straight blood-red spear.

The long whip pierced into the air, and the huge netherworld aura condensed into a demon dragon with a bit of darkness in red.

The demon dragon roared and directly penetrated a wind column.

"Come out!"

Accompanied by Xue Wuhen's angry shout.

The red demon dragon actually bit Ye Xiaochuan and drilled out of the wind column.

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked.

He controlled several wind columns, and Xue Wuhen actually locked his exact position in an instant.

After all, the demon dragon was transformed by spiritual power. Although it contained a powerful law power, it was difficult to hurt Ye Xiaochuan.

After all, this kid was still wearing the Ten Thousand Dragon Armor under his clothes.

Ye Xiaochuan quickly regained his composure, and the dark green light of the Wufeng Sword was restrained.

He knew that only the law could defeat the law.

The Wufeng Sword, after restraining the glow, looked so simple and vicissitudes.

Every line of the ghost cloud text on it had a strange luster flowing slowly.

"Break!"

Ye Xiaochuan swung his sword.

This sword seemed to have no fancy tricks, but it contained the supreme sword art.

Under the sword energy, the Red Blood Demon Dragon suddenly had cracks inside the body of the demon dragon.

In just a breath, the cracks were all over the body of the demon dragon.

"Boom!"

The Red Blood Demon Dragon exploded.

Ye Xiaochuan had just escaped, and Xue Wuhen's figure was already in front of him.

The soft long whip tore through the space, and the terrifying power of the Yellow Spring blocked every inch of Ye Xiaochuan's aura.

Ye Xiaochuan vibrated his wings and retreated rapidly.

He thought his speed was invincible, but the red whip was chasing him like a maggot on his tarsal bone.

Ye Xiaochuan had no choice but to block it with his sword.

He failed to swing the red blood whip away.

The whip actually entangled the blade of the Wufeng Sword in an instant.

The next moment, Xiaofeng, the girl in Ye Xiaochuan's soul sea, shouted: "Be careful, the corrosive power is so strong!"

Now Ye Xiaochuan has begun to slowly merge Xiaofeng into the Wufeng Sword.

Xiaofeng immediately sensed the terrifying demonic power of the long whip.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiaofeng's voice fell, Ye Xiaochuan felt a terrifying breath of devouring power, which quickly invaded the Wufeng Sword from the long whip.

This is the unique corrosive power of the Yellow Spring Water.

This terrifying breath, like a crushing blow, quickly defeated the spiritual power in the Wufeng Sword.

The Wufeng Sword turned from dark green to red in the blink of an eye.

With a force pulling, the sword without a blade flew out of his hand.

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked but not flustered.

The sword without a blade is a blood-refined divine weapon, and it is connected with Ye Xiaochuan's mind.

After it flew out of his hand, Ye Xiaochuan's mind immediately controlled the sword without a blade.

Thousands of spirit gathering laws in the sword body were activated at the same time.

The powerful spiritual power broke through the restraint of the red blood devil whip.

The sword shuttled rapidly in the air and returned to Ye Xiaochuan's hand again.

At this time, the second wave of attack by Xue Wuhen had arrived.

Dozens of blood-red lights, like a blood-red giant python with life, rolled towards Ye Xiaochuan.

These red lights were very terrifying. Wherever they passed, the space that was shattered by Ye Xiaochuan's wind column was instantly smoothed.

The remaining wind columns wrapped with countless space fragments were also shattered under the impact of these red strange lights.

Ye Xiaochuan took a deep breath, raised his hand, and danced with the sword.

The speed seemed slow but was actually fast.

No sword energy shot out from the Wufeng Sword.

It seemed like waves twisting the surrounding space.

The wind suddenly became quite strange.

In the valley below, the disciples of the Ghost Xuan Sect carrying the immortal swords suddenly felt that the immortal swords in the scabbards behind them seemed to be attracted by a mysterious force and began to tremble slightly.

Among them, the Zhanchen Divine Sword in Yun Qiyou's hand trembled the most.

After Yun Qiyou noticed it, he immediately pressed the hilt with his hand and forcibly stabilized Zhanchen's movement.

Guo Zifeng said incredulously: "Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix, and thousands of swords return to the sect.

This kid... No, has Sect Master Ye reached the third level of the sword?"

There was silence all around, especially those big demons of the Demon Sect, who were looking at each other at this moment.

Their eyes were full of fear.

The third level of the sword, this is an indelible shadow in their hearts.

Hundreds of years ago, the elder of Cangyun, Yun Yazi, broke into the Demon Sect's headquarters with an unparalleled divine sword.

He defeated more than ten top masters of the Demon Cult.

About half of them are here now.

If it weren't for the fact that the old man Zhuxin and Yunyazi finally tied, the face of the Demon Cult would have been greatly lost.

After so many years, these people still couldn't suppress the fear and awe in their hearts when they heard about the third level of swordsmanship.

Xia Baizhan shook his head lightly and said, "It's true that Ye Xiaozi has reached the third level of wind system, but the third level of swordsmanship... seems to be a little bit behind.

He can't reach the level of Yunyazi back then.

At least not now!"

All the elders nodded quickly.

They would never admit that Ye Xiaochuan is so much better than them.

Above the sky, invisible sword energy crisscrossed.

The wind was fierce, but there was no sound of wind.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan finally realized why Situ Feng was called the "Invisible Sword God" by the world.

Shadowless and invisible, it is wind.

The third level of swordsmanship, it is God.

The law that Situ Feng practiced in the past is exactly the same as Ye Xiaochuan now.

However, Ye Xiaochuan's potential is much greater than his.

After all, Ye Xiaochuan knows many volumes of heavenly books, and has subdued several attribute essences. There are also five-colored divine stones and chaos bells in his body.

After shattering all the wind columns, dozens of blood rays suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Ye Xiaochuan.

Among them, Xue Wuhen controlled the red blood devil whip and attacked from the front.

Ye Xiaochuan slowly danced without a front.

The sword energy formed by the sword intent is much stronger than ordinary sword energy.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The endless sword intent broke through the space barrier and shot into those blood rays.

A sizzling sound rang out in the sky.

It was like a basin of cold water was poured into a boiling oil pan.

Dozens of blood rays were broken by Ye Xiaochuan's supreme sword intent.

He no longer had the experience to resolve other blood rays, because the Red Blood Demon Whip was already in front of him.

Ye Xiaochuan stepped on the mysterious step and swung the edgeless sword in his hand quickly.

The sword and whip intertwined, like a collision of iron and stone.

These two peerless masters actually started a close-range battle with magic weapons.

Ye Xiaochuan's speed was obviously faster than Xue Wuhen's, but Xue Wuhen's cultivation was deeper.

The Red Blood Demon Whip was as agile as a snake and soft, unlike other magic weapons that could only attack from a fixed direction. For a while, the two fought in the sky.