Sword Emperor in the city

Chapter 25 Reversal
The black mountain old demon's claws were like five fruit knives, falling from the sky with a cold light, and the target was Liu Feifan's head.

The Montenegrin old demon sneered, and was even more angry that Liu Feifan was injured by his own carelessness. The situation once again told it that Liu Feifan must not stay.

Under the impact of its sonic supernatural power, some people exploded to death directly, and those who were not killed on the spot did not get there. Their heads were buzzing, and the sky was spinning. Enemy.

Under the current situation, isn't the old Black Mountain demon doing whatever he wants and harvesting easily?
Liu Feifan's eyes widened sharply. Enduring the pain in his head, the Punishing Sword met the attacking claws.

"Have the strength to fight back?
Okay, I'll torture you! "

The black mountain old demon grinned, his body flashed, and he appeared directly behind Liu Feifan, and his knife-like claws fell again.

puff.

There were five deep wounds behind Liu Feifei. Blood gushed out, his skin was torn apart, and Liu Feifan's whole body trembled from the excruciating pain.

Naturally, the Montenegrin old demon would not let go of such an opportunity, and once again raised his claws with flashing cold light, this time, the target was Liu Feifan's neck.

Liu Feifan wanted to fight back, but he couldn't react for a while. The speed of the old black mountain demon was really too fast, which made people shudder.

When this claw comes down, it will definitely separate the other's head.

Are you going to die?

No way?
I have just stepped into the journey of cultivating immortals, and great rivers and mountains are waiting for me.

Seeing the gleaming claws approaching slowly, Liu Feifan felt despair. He thought of Du Weiwei, his cute and mischievous younger sister Liu Feiyue, and his uncle and aunt who worked hard for their two brothers and sisters.

He hasn't had time to fulfill his filial piety, and his uncle's illness is still waiting for him, so he just died like this?
At this moment, suddenly, a shadow came, with a little wind and thunder, and stabbed in front of the claws of the black mountain old demon.

"Boom" sounded.

Everyone took a closer look and found that this figure turned out to be Zhao Mingming's wooden sword. Two pieces of yellow talisman paper were pierced on the tip of the sword. The talisman paper was painted with mysterious and profound characters and red marks.

Liu Feifan turned his head and saw that Zhao Mingming's chubby body was shaking violently, as if he had been electrocuted, his right hand was clasped together, and his left hand was supporting his right hand. Beads of sweat kept falling, and his chubby face seemed to be soaked in water. Same.

Zhao Mingming changed his previous laziness and wretchedness, and became very serious, his lips parted slightly, and he shouted: "The technique of the Sanqing spell, critical strike!"

The black mountain old demon wanted to get rid of Liu Feifan's threat, but was blocked again and again. Naturally, he was very angry. With his claws, he was about to crush Zhao Mingming's wooden sword into powder.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhao Mingming gave an order, and the charm on the wooden sword suddenly ignited, bursting out dancing flames.

"Boom!"

In the flames, a wave surged out, as if a bomb had been ignited, with terrifying power. Liu Feifan was pushed away by the impact of the explosion, and his whole body was dripping with blood.

"Aura!"

Liu Feifan was startled. He could feel the aura in the flames. Could it be that Zhao Mingming is also a cultivator?
But after thinking about it for a moment, I realized that I was thinking too much. Firstly, Zhao Mingming didn’t have aura on his body, and secondly, the strange powers possessed by the strange people in this world were more or less a bonus of aura, but very rarely. Nothing less.

"Roar!"

A roar sounded, and in the dust and smoke, the black mountain old demon waved the cloak, and the dust and smoke disappeared, but it suffered a big loss, and its whole body was in a mess. There were a few scorched black holes in the cloak, and bloody spots appeared on its body. Blood dripped from the wound.

Not only the Black Mountain old demon did not expect Zhao Mingming to have such combat power, but everyone was shocked.

However, Liu Feifan had figured it out a long time ago. He said at the beginning that among the strange people in the field, apart from Master Buzhou, Zhao Mingming was the strongest.

People can't be judged by their appearance, and sea water can't be measured!

Zhao Mingming didn't stop because of this, he waved his fingers and shouted: "Sanqing swordsmanship!"

"Zheng" sound.

The seemingly useless wooden sword suddenly burst out with a sword sound louder than the iron sword, shaking out countless sword shadows, and slashed the old black mountain demon.

The black mountain old demon was already furious, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his claws pointed at the coming wooden sword without hesitation.

It is obvious to all how powerful the black mountain old demon's claws are, and it should be a breeze to block the wooden sword.

However, what happened next was not just the wooden sword being blocked.

Everyone thought that the wooden sword would be blocked, but they didn't expect that the wooden sword was as powerful as a bamboo, invincible, and with one slash, half of the black mountain old demon's claws were cut off on the spot.

Everyone was shocked, even Liu Feifan was no exception.

Is this him really not a wooden sword?

The other arm of the Black Mountain Old Demon has already been pierced by Liu Feifan's sword energy, and it has basically lost its effect. Now Zhao Mingming has chopped off half of the other claw, and this pair of proud claws is almost useless. .

No one expected this scene to happen, beyond everyone's imagination.

When the vast majority of people didn't react, Master Buzhou moved, his bony body was as fast as a monkey, and within a few flashes he arrived in front of the old black mountain demon.

Master Bu Zhou seemed to be playing his trump card. At this moment, he was even more majestic, with a faint golden light all over his body, like a truly eminent monk.

Master Bu Zhou straightened his face, his vicissitudes eyes suddenly widened, glaring golden light gushed out, more like two bright lights, his whole person was different in an instant.

"Tathagata Fist!"

Master Bu Zhou gave a low voice, and his fist covered with a faint golden light suddenly struck out like a rolling mountain. Indistinctly, there seemed to be the sound of wind and thunder resounding from Master Bu Zhou's fist.

"Boom!"

A loud noise shook the viscera of everyone present, and everyone felt as if they had been hit by a boulder.

Liu Feifan was surprised. Master Bu Zhou sent the old Black Mountain demon flying backwards with one punch. A punch mark was blown out on his abdomen, blood splashed out, and his abdomen seemed to be broken. The old Black Mountain demon shook wobbly.

Master Bu Zhou seemed to have used all his strength to unleash the "Tathagata Fist". As soon as the fist was retracted, the person half-kneeled on the ground, and when he opened his mouth, a ball of blood spurted out, and the golden light covering his whole body disappeared.

"What are you waiting for!" Grandmaster Bu Zhou shouted.

Zeng Zizhen acted immediately, slapped out the Tai Chi palm, and the Black Mountain old demon was slapped flying more than ten meters away. The fist mark on the abdomen was completely split, and it became a blood hole, and the intestines in it could be seen.

Not to be outdone, Jin Feng joined the battle even though he was injured. His Tai Chi attainments were deeper than Zeng Zizhen's. With one palm, the blood hole in the black mountain old demon's abdomen became even bigger.

At this time, Hu San's big knife flew across the sky, humming continuously, and the wind of the knife swept through, piercing the chest of the Black Mountain old demon with a puff, and nailing it to the ground.

Zhao Mingming's wooden sword followed one after another, piercing through the other half of the Black Mountain old demon's chest.

Under the nails with one sword and one knife, the Montenegrin old demon will have difficulty struggling for a while.

The Montenegrin old demon regretted it, blamed himself for being careless, and made a mistake that put him in a desperate situation.

(End of this chapter)