Pirate's Nest Order

The huge stone pillar pierced out from the soles of Dogmila's feet. Dogmila hurriedly retreated, but just where he was about to retreat, a sharp object on the ground also stabbed out. ..

Two attacks! Dogmila was shocked. He had just taken steps at this moment, when his remaining strength had not been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated.

"Drink!" Dogmila suddenly shouted, all the beast blood in her body was activated, her body suddenly swelled, her body was covered with thick hair, and the skin and flesh on her body became more solid.

The sharp and huge stone pillars pierced out from the soles of Dogmila's feet, driving hard into the soles of Dogmila's feet with unexpected strength.

"laugh……"

Even though Dogmila possesses the bloodline of ancient giant beasts, she still cannot withstand the protruding power of the huge stone pillar.

The sole of the foot was slightly punctured, and blood immediately sputtered out, dyeing the sharp points of the stone pillar red.

However, this was not over yet. The sharp stone pillar did not stop at all, but continued to thrust out. Dogmila was pushed up high by the huge thrust of the sharp stone pillar and was thrown into the air.

"Boom, boom!"

Two distant explosions exploded next to Dogmila, and the huge impact hit Dogmila without any reservation.

Dogmila howled in pain, and blocked her head with her huge palms, trying her best to avoid being hit in her vital parts.

His thick fur was torn apart by the huge impact in an instant, and the entire flesh was exposed outside, looking like a bloody mess.

"Successful!" The Holy Cult Leader couldn't help but feel a little happy when he saw the black shadow not far away being hit hard by the Holy Cult's secret treasure.

Although the power of the holy treasure is not as powerful as the angel sword, it is definitely not something that ordinary Houtian realm experts can withstand.

Moreover, the leader of the Holy Cult just released the remaining two attacks at once, and was attacked by two secret treasures of the Holy Cult at the same time. Even the leader of the Angel Cult with the Angel Sword would find it difficult to deal with it, right?

The Holy Cult leader secretly thought, and at the same time lowered his hand weakly. The Holy Cult secret treasure in his hand turned into a pile of powder after being used up in three attacks.

And because he wanted to activate the secret treasure of the Holy Religion, he also drained all the spiritual power of the Holy Religion leader.

Fortunately, the black shadow seemed to have been severely injured by him. As long as he waited for some time and recovered his spiritual power, he could walk over and give the black shadow a fatal blow.

Thinking of this, the leader of the Holy Cult couldn't help but feel secretly happy. He took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and took the opportunity to quickly restore his exhausted spiritual power.

However, just when the leader of the Holy Cult sat down and restored his spiritual power with all his heart, a long sword suddenly stretched out from behind his head.

The long sword is wrapped with countless black mist, as if the black mist surges out of the long sword. The sword light above the sword edge is shrouded in this black mist, and there is no trace of light at all.

The long sword with black mist slashed hard at the leader of the holy religion. Suddenly, as if he felt a crisis, the leader of the holy religion suddenly opened his eyes.

However, although his induction power still existed, his spiritual power had been exhausted just now, so there was no way to resist the sudden sword.

"Shh!"

The leader of the Holy Cult struggled hard, but to no avail. His head fell to the ground, blood spurted out, and his whole body fell to the ground.

At this time, behind the leader of the Holy Cult, a middle-aged man gradually emerged, with a fierce look in his eyes. Then he stepped out and trampled the head of the Holy Cult leader into a puddle of flesh. mud.

Afterwards, the black mist that could not be dispersed began to gradually dissipate.

Dogmila was breathing heavily, standing slowly with blood all over his body. His chest was covered with sharp gravel, and many bones in his body were broken.

Although the thick fog dissipated, Dogmila knew that she didn't have much strength to fight anymore.

Suddenly, Dogmila's eyes shrank fiercely, and not far from him, a familiar figure fell to the ground, but it had no head.

"Holy Cult Leader!" Dogmila shouted sadly, but the Holy Cult Leader could no longer be heard.

"How are you, are you satisfied with the result?" At this moment, the figure of the Black Devil slowly sounded from the side, with a proud smile on his face, as if he had done something extremely proud. .

"Black Devil, I'm going to kill you!" Seeing the appearance of Black Devil, Dogmila's eyes suddenly turned blood red, roaring with fierce anger, and rushed towards Black Devil.

However, after only two or three steps, Dogmila's huge body fell heavily to the ground. His legs were covered with large and small gravels, and they were twisted unnaturally. Break.

"Haha, just because you are like this, you want to kill me?" The Black Demon smiled disdainfully when he saw Dogmila crawling on the ground in a panic.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The black devil won this battle, so he can laugh at his opponent to his heart's content.

At this moment, Dogmila ignored the black devil's taunts. His most loyal subordinate died in his own hands. His companions who joined forces killed each other. In addition, he suffered heavy losses. Dogmila had no other thoughts. He now There is only one purpose in my heart: revenge!

The black devil was just a few steps away, but Dogmila was crawling with difficulty. He let out a low roar from his throat and moved bit by bit with his blood-stained teeth.

"Since you have worked so hard, I will give you an end!" The Black Devil looked at Dogmila wantonly, and slowly walked forward, raising the long sword in his hand.

When Dogmilla saw this, she couldn't help but smile. Life and death were no longer important at this moment, as if what was about to fall was not the sword that took away life, but the final wish.

"Die!" The Black Demon looked at the already somewhat crazy Dogmila, screamed fiercely, and then thrust the long sword into Dogmila's back.

However, at this moment, a sword shadow collided extremely unexpectedly, and with very delicate force, pulled the huge sword in the Black Demon's hand aside.

The original attack was interrupted, which made the Black Demon extremely angry. He raised his eyes angrily and looked in the direction of the sword wielder. He saw an old man with white hair and a childlike face, wearing a bun, holding a sword in one hand and a sword in the other. Carrying it behind him, he stood gracefully.

"It's you!" Black Demon immediately recognized that this person was the Wudang Sect elder who had never entered the black mist before.

The Black Demon looked at the Wudang Sect elder in disbelief, and asked through gritted teeth: "How dare you stop me?"

The elder of the Wudang Sect nodded and said righteously: "Although I know I can't beat you, I can't just watch you take people's lives in front of me!"

"Haha, if that's the case, then you should accompany him on the road." The black devil smiled ferociously, and the long sword in his hand attacked the Wudang Sect elder with lightning speed.

The elders of the Wudang Sect also waved the Yangtze River in a sword dance and faced it without giving in.

Speaking of swordsmanship, the Black Demon possesses the ancient demonic power, and has even comprehended the exquisite swordsmanship of combining human and sword. When he moves, he is like a sharp long sword, waving the sword light wantonly, wherever others are, It was a sword light.

The Wudang Sect thinks that its sword skills are not as good as those of the Black Demon, but the sword techniques he uses are also unique. His sword style is as weak as water, but it contains a faint hint of majestic power.

Every time the black devil stabbed his side with sword light, he gently drew it aside and relieved its strength.

This is the technique that the Wudang Sect is most proud of!

Of course, although these four or two powerful skills may seem extremely weak, they focus on intention rather than weight. Facing the black devil's large opening and closing skills, they can often achieve miraculous results.

The sword style in the Black Demon's hand was stronger than the sword, but what shocked him was that it did not hurt the Wudang Sect elder even once.

Each time, the Wudang Sect elders were able to neutralize his sword moves, diverting them or neutralizing them, and finally dispelled them by his side.

"I didn't expect humans to have such mysterious sword skills!" Dark Demon secretly admired, and the attack in his hands became even more fierce.

The elders of the Wudang Sect calmly responded to the challenge, but felt more and more strenuous.

Although the art of moving a thousand pounds in four ounces is extremely mysterious, it requires a lot of mental energy. Only by completely immersing your mind in the battle can you discover how to resolve every sword attack from the opponent.

If this kind of sword technique is used for a short period of time, the elders of the Wudang Sect will have no problem at all. They are afraid of encountering an opponent with super spiritual power and terrifying strength.

In that case, not only will it be impossible to use the four-ounce technique to deliver an unexpected blow to the opponent, but the huge burden on the mind will also accelerate fatigue.

The Wudang Sect elder's complexion gradually turned from rosy to a little pale. He glanced at the Black Demon slightly and found that he was still swinging the sword with high morale, as if his spiritual power was not wasted at all.

"The monsters from the ancient times were indeed terrifying!" Upon seeing this, the elder of the Wudang Sect couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

Now, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and persist.

Just how long it can persist is not something I can predict.

"Haha, are you running out of energy?" Sensing the changes in the elders of the Wudang Sect, Black Devil laughed arrogantly, "It's still very early, I just finished my singing!"

As the Black Demon spoke, the long sword in his hand was like a raging torrent, sweeping towards the elders of the Wudang Sect.

The elders of the Wudang Sect, who were already struggling to hold on, saw this surging torrent and couldn't catch up with it, and were immediately involved.

The surging torrent instantly turned into countless sword lights, all of which fell on the Wudang Sect elders.

The Wudang Sect elder wailed in pain, and his body was chopped into pieces.

At this moment, in the hall, except for the leader of the Angel Sect and Lu Xuan, no one can stop the Black Devil!

Casting his eyes on the God-Emperor's ring not far away, the Black Demon showed a satisfied smile.