Cultivation of Immortality: Dual cultivation with the female sect master, and they fell in love over

The afterimage of the clone was broken, and the Split Wind Eagle was shocked. Seeing the white dragon behind him, it opened its mouth and bit it.

Just as he was about to rely on his extreme speed to avoid it, suddenly, circles of clock waves enveloped him, and he suddenly felt like he was stuck in a mire, and his speed was a little slower.

Even so, Xuantian's Dragon-Slaying Sword still couldn't catch up with the Split Wind Eagle.

The split wind eagle flashed, opened its mouth and spit out a wind blade to strike at Zi Xuanzi, then flapped its wings, increased its speed again, and clawed at Zi Xuanzi with a pair of claws.

Zi Xuanzi did not panic at all, the spiritual energy around his body boiled, and he waved out a spiritual light to meet the wind blade. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and the Xuantian Bell flew in front of him.

"clang!"

The Split Wind Eagle's claws grabbed the Xuantian Bell, making a huge bell sound, and its sharp claws scratched out little sparks on the Xuantian Bell.

Zi Xuanzi squeezed the seal with his hand and slapped the Xuantian Bell fiercely. Immediately, a bell wave that almost became a substance struck towards the Splitting Wind Eagle.

At such a close distance, even if the Split Wind Eagle wanted to dodge, it would be difficult. He only had time to turn over and throw himself backwards. At this moment, the silver-white dragon transformed from Xuantian's Dragon-Slaying Sword had already killed it.

"boom!"

The split wind eagle's claws fiercely grabbed the silver-white dragon, and at the same time, the huge bird's beak demon light flashed crazily and also grabbed the silver-white dragon, and its twin hair burst out with a huge roar.

The spiritual light dissipated, and the silver-white dragon turned into a silver-white sword and flew backwards. The split wind eagle also left a foot-long sword mark on its body, and a trace of blood flowed out.

Grabbing the Xuantian Dragon-Slaying Sword that flew back, Zi Xuanzi held the magic formula in one hand, floating the Xuantian Bell above his head, and holding the sword in the other, he dodged and slashed towards the Split Wind Eagle.

The bells kept ringing, the dragon shadows flew, Zi Xuanzi and the Splitting Wind Eagle fought fiercely.

After fighting for a while, under the suppression of Xuantian Bell, the Split Wind Eagle's speed became slower and slower, and it was gradually at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, a golden bell phantom flew out of Xuantian Bell and hit the Split Wind Eagle who was fighting Zi Xuanzi.

The Split Wind Eagle's eyes immediately bulged out, and he let out a whine.

Seeing this, Zi Xuanzi smiled faintly, and the Xuantian Bell suddenly grew in size, and he slammed it downwards. Before the Split Wind Eagle had time to react, it had already been buckled into the Xuantian Bell.

"clang!"

The Xuantian Bell covered the Split Wind Eagle and fell to the ground, emitting a huge bell sound. Circles of pale golden bell waves spread out in all directions, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Immediately, Zi Xuanzi flew to the Xuantian Bell and sat down cross-legged. As the magic formula in his hand changed, a whole body of magic power poured into the Xuantian Bell and began to refine it crazily.

Su Ping and others were completely relieved at this time. Jiang Wuya trapped more than 20 Nascent Souls in one minute. Although he did not kill any of them and eventually died of exhaustion, there were several late Nascent Soul monks among them, and Jiang Wuya Ya's life itself is short.

Now there is only one Split Wind Eagle in the middle stage of transformation, and Zi Xuanzi is also in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. This wave is stable!

Seeing the Wind-Splitting Eagle trapped by the Xuantian Bell, an agitated atmosphere immediately spread among the demon clan. They roared crazily, and the demon kings released their breath one after another.

The human race is not willing to be weak, and the auras are soaring into the sky, and they have the intention of a decisive battle.

The Wind-Splitting Eagle, which was suppressed under the Xuantian Bell, was rampaging inside, roaring loudly, and constantly hitting the Xuantian Bell, trying to overturn it.

The Xuantian Bell immediately trembled slightly, and the golden spiritual light was extremely powerful. A circle of ripples spread out along with the bell wave. No matter how hard the Split Wind Eagle tried, it was always firmly suppressed.

Zi Xuanzi, who was sitting cross-legged in the Xuantian Bell, had no expression on his face. He just kept pouring mana into the Xuantian Bell. From time to time, a seal fell into the Xuantian Bell, making a huge bell sound.

After a cup of tea, the Xuantian Bell's spiritual light was still there, but the vibrations inside it were much smaller, and the roar of the Split Wind Eagle began to become hoarse and weak.

Less than a cup of tea later, a pitiful roar came from inside, and the Xuantian Bell suddenly vibrated, then calmed down again as Zi Xuanzi dropped a dharma seal unhurriedly.

In the end, less than half an hour later, there was no movement inside the Xuantian Bell. Zi Xuanzi flashed, and the Xuantian Bell rose from the ground and returned to his hand. The Split Wind Eagle lay on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Upon closer inspection, all the bones on his body were broken and scattered, his eyes were exploded, and he had no breath at all. He was killed alive by Xuantian Zhong.

With a roll of mana, Zi Xuanzi rolled the body of the Split Wind Eagle into the storage ring, and Zi Xuanzi laughed.

"It's just a little bird that should be served as an accompaniment to this elder. You demon clan, listen up. I'll kill you after I finish eating this little bird!"

"Tonight, I'll treat everyone to carving meat!"

After saying that, Zi Xuanzi smiled contemptuously, then put his hands behind his back, his robes flying, looking like an immortal, with silver dragons circling around him, and without even looking at the demon army, he slowly floated towards the Demon Suppression Pass.

Su Ping was both funny and speechless. In terms of momentum and pretentiousness, this old man Zixuan really couldn't be weaker than anyone!

Until Zi Xuanzi returned to the Demon Suppression Pass, no one took action despite the overwhelming momentum of the demon kings.

The human camp burst into cheers, and Zi Xuanzi enjoyed everyone's congratulations like an old god.

After a few moments of silence, a wolf demon with a height of one and a half feet and two heads came out of the monster camp. The eyes on the left side of the head were tightly closed, and the eyes on the right side were cold.

The two-headed wolf demon was completely covered in pitch black, covered with scales that emitted light. Every step he took seemed extremely heavy but was silent.

Although it has not transformed, it has a shocking aura. As it moves forward, the army of monster beasts all make way for it.

"Ow!"

Following a wolf howl that resounded throughout the world, a demonic energy surged out, and the situation changed color.

"Monster clan, Black Wolf, who will fight!"

The cold voice spread throughout the audience, and everyone was frightened when they felt the aura of the demon wolf, at least it had the strength in the late stage of transformation.

"Clang!"

With a sword cry, a sword light rushed into the field, and the middle-aged man pointed his sword diagonally, "Human race, Zhang Yuan!"

The person who went out to fight was the master of the Sword Immortal Sect. He soared into the sky with his sword intent, and his long hair tied behind his back danced wildly, cutting away the aura brought by the black wolf.

Black Wolf's eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuan, and there was a crackling sound in the air between the two. It was obvious that they were already engaged in a confrontation of momentum.

After a while, Zhang Yuan shook his body slightly, and Black Wolf took a step back.

In the confrontation of momentum, Zhang Yuan had the upper hand, and then one person and one demon moved almost at the same time. The sword light was bright, the demon energy was boiling, and a crazy fight began.

Zhang Yuannai is the master of the Sword Immortal Sect. He has extremely pure magical power. He has all kinds of swordsmanship divine communication at his fingertips, and sword shadows are flying in the field.

The black wolf was not weak at all. A pair of wolf claws collided head-on with the flying sword. The dark scales on his body were extremely tough under the blessing of the demon element. Zhang Yuan's sword slashes sparked bursts of sparks on it.