Each disciple is not simple

Anyone who has fought a BOSS knows that you must never give the enemy time to charge up his ultimate move.

Chi Yan was like a contemporary god of war. Facing the suffocating evil spirit, he used a series of powerful moves to interrupt the Demon Lord Yue's accumulation of energy.

The ghost cultivator also took on the challenge head-on.

After taking the potion given by Chi Yan to remove negative states, the wounds on his body no longer hurt and even began to heal, allowing him to fight more fearlessly.

He was originally a ghost cultivator, and his body was not his. If the body was damaged, he would just abandon it.

On the contrary, the Demon Lord became more and more cautious and couldn't bear to harm his own skin.

The fight was so frustrating, with wolves in front and tigers behind, and Mingjia and the other two stabbing him from tricky angles from time to time. The Demon Lord almost wanted to go crazy!

He can't do anything to Chi Yan and Gui Xiu for the time being, so how could he be afraid of these little bugs?

The more ruthless the Demon Lord’s attack was, the more it was directed at Mingjia, who had just launched a sneak attack from the side!

In this place of absolute spiritual power, even if you are a sword cultivator, so what!

I thought Mingjia would be beaten to death by him, but Demon Lord Yue never expected that—

"The first move of Ling Tian Sword Technique - Wind and Clouds Rising!"

The enormous spiritual power and sword energy complement each other, like dark clouds covering the sun and howling winds!

"Lingtian Sword Technique!" The Demon Lord was filled with horror.

As a demon lord who had seen the Immortal Lord Ling Tian a hundred years ago, he had suffered a lot!

In the entire demon world, when the name of Lingtian Sword Master is mentioned, which demon is not afraid!

Without waiting for the attack, the Demon Lord has already lost half the battle in terms of mentality!

He took the attack forcefully, but it didn't have the power that frightened the demons in his memory.

Sure enough, the level of cultivation is still hard power.

"Hmph! Nothing more than that!" Demon Lord Yue suppressed his surging blood and said toughly, but in fact he was determined to kill Mingjia.

Even with such a huge level difference, he can still be hurt. In time, I'm afraid that Mingjia will be the former Lingtian Immortal!

The Demon Lord pretended to dodge the attacks of the ghost cultivator and Chi Yan again, and swung a palm towards Ming Jia!

Mingjia waved his sword to block.

The corner of Demon Lord Yue's lips curled up in a strange arc, it was actually a feint, the real killing move was aimed at Jun Moyao!

His cultivation is low and his sword moves are clumsy. Even if he has spiritual power, he will be easy to kill!

How could Jun Moyao, who had lived two lifetimes, not feel the murderous intent and malice!

Do you think she is a soft persimmon?

Jun Moyao threw the sword and changed hands in a smooth and handsome manner. In an instant, all the sealed sword-wielding sensations returned, as if he had an arm to wield it, as if he was a soaring dragon in the sky!

He deftly used sword moves to dodge attacks, and did not need to be afraid of attacks from the left or right, and there was no lag in switching between the two hands. And because the sword moves skilled in the two hands were different, the attacks were more unexpected!

The more the Demon Lord doubted himself, the more he thought, in just a hundred years, could it be that the world of cultivation has evolved to such an extent that any cultivator with low cultivation level can use swords with both hands at will?

Looking at Qu Hongxiao again, the seemingly delicate and weak woman is actually as fierce and desperate as a desperate woman when she starts to fight, so crazy and sharp.

The world of cultivation is so terrifying! After they have rested and recuperated, they will turn around and eat the demons!

The more the Demon Lord suppressed his shock, the more he planned in his mind that after the war was over, he would immediately start invading the world of cultivation and would never let the cultivators grow any further!

No one paid attention to his thoughts, but after fighting many times, everyone was tired.

He took out his hand and took the red and blue medicines, and he became a good monk full of energy again!

This familiar scene reminded the Demon Lord of the battle with Chi Yan.

Although Chiyan is quite powerful, he is not impossible to kill.

But every time he felt that Chi Yan was about to die, he would drink two bottles of medicine, and immediately he would be as good as new, swinging the sword tirelessly again.

This time, the people who took the medicine became a group. The Demon Lord felt that something was not going well and he had to fight quickly!

The Demon Lord did not dare to hold back, and with a wave of his hand, a weapon appeared in his hand.

When Mu Feng saw Demon Lord Yue's weapon clearly, his stomach couldn't help but churn!

That is clearly a string of human spine!

White and bloody!

From the cervical vertebrae to the coccyx, everything was vivid and lifelike, and each joint made a crackling sound as the Demon Lord swung his sword more and more.

With the bone sword as a weapon, the Demon Lord seemed to be more and more assisted by a god. He had the upper hand in a head-on fight with Chi Yan and Gui Xiu. Qu Hongxiao and Ming Jia could even make a few sneak attacks. Jun Moyao could at most still move freely. Only Mu Feng had been completely suppressed by the demonic energy and could not move.

This is the Demon Lord, the same Demon Lord who, back then, could almost destroy the world of cultivation with just ten of them!

"Since this skin has become an obstacle, let's just get rid of it!"

The Demon Lord's more flexible bone sword lashed at the ghost cultivator's body mercilessly, and all his concerns disappeared, and he was even more brutal, as if in revenge.

Soon, the ghost cultivator's skin was scraped to pieces by the sharp barbs on the joints of the bone sword, even affecting the ghost cultivator's movements.

Ghost cultivators cultivate their souls, and the body is inherently a burden. Although Demon Lord Yue's body is strong and powerful, it has become a burden under such pain.

The ghost cultivator was not careful for a moment, and was actually hooked by the Demon Lord to tear off the entire piece of skin on his back!

Mu Feng's scalp tingled as he watched, and he felt the same pain.

The blazing lightsaber was shattered, and after being hit by the Demon Lord, the durability of his equipment was also in jeopardy!

"Hahaha--"

The more happily the Demon Lord laughs, no matter if he is besieged, he will never lose!

However, he didn't expect that before he could be proud for too long, the ghost cultivator rushed towards him again fearlessly.

The Demon Lord snorted coldly and swung his bone sword without taking it seriously. The powerful demonic energy attached to the sword and chopped it directly from the head along the body!

There was no expected scream, only cold blood splattering everywhere, blinding the eyes of Demon Lord Yue.

The next second—

"puff--"

The Demon Lord took several steps back, and a huge cut appeared on his chest!

A young man with a heroic appearance was floating in the air, holding a spear, with fighting spirit and arrogance between his brows.

"I feel relieved. I finally got rid of that stinky skin!"

The man spoke, and it was the voice of the ghost cultivator!

It turned out that when the ghost cultivator was seriously injured, he chose to escape from the Demon Lord's skin, and used the skin as a cover, while actually hiding behind it to attack the Demon Lord Yue.

It turns out that he did a great job!

"I always feel that this ghost cultivator looks familiar..." Qu Hongxiao looked at the ghost cultivator's appearance, but just couldn't remember where she had seen him.

Mingjia also felt the same as her.

"This time I'll let you see what I can do!" The ghost cultivator wielded his spear handsomely and pretended to glance at Jun Moyao casually.

But he could still see that even though he had restored his appearance, Jun Moyao had never had any impression of him.

The ghost cultivator was a little discouraged, but now was not the time to talk about romance.

The ghost cultivator frowned, his expression serious, "Ghost Road - full of ghosts!"