Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

Xu Sanyan's temperament became more and more violent. He only wanted to tear apart everything he saw. The red mist was strong, but the side effect was also obvious, which was that it would affect his mind.

But this was not a side effect for him, because even in normal times, his temperament was not much better.

Fang Qingge lowered her eyes and looked at the long sword in front of her, and pursed her lips slightly, "This sword technique is my first creation, please try it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the sword brushed past her ears, attracting her mind. As the trembling became more and more intense, the air gradually filled with a sense of killing.

Qi Liang, who was hiding in the dark, felt that the sword intent in his body seemed to be suppressed faintly, and he was shocked. Could it be affected from such a distance?

Zuo Qiushu touched her arm and felt a little cool. Looking at the hair standing up all over her body, this was the stimulation of her body, and her instinct reminded her that it was dangerous here.

Not only her, but also Zuoqiu Hui and Zuoqiu Zhen beside her, Wei Xunzhi and the Jiang family in the distance, and the disciples and elders of various sects further away, all felt a chill in their hearts.

It was as if there was a layer of sword intent that was invisible to the naked eye, rising from the earth and rushing into the sky.

"What is this...?"

Zuoqiu Hui couldn't understand. Obviously, everyone was in the state of confusion, why were you different?

The pure Buddha shadow, Xu Sanyan's demonic energy, and now Fang Qingge's sword intent rushed into the sky again,

Zuoqiu Hui suddenly remembered the sigh of the ancestor of the family,

"Sometimes, the difference between people is greater than that between people and dogs..."

She now... seems to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Zuoqiu Yi also sensibly stopped asking her elder sister if she could do it. She knew that these people were different from them.

Fang Qingge's face was calm, her eyes were closed, and the breeze was blowing around her. Her white robe was fluttering, and her black hair had already spread out and fluttered behind her head.

The long sword in front of her was suspended in the air, and the blade was pointing at Xu Sanyan.

As her eyes opened, a ray of light flashed by, and she whispered two words,

"Ling, Xiao!"

In an instant, the breeze stopped, the sound of the sword dissipated, and everything returned to its rest. Everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing this state of mind.

Xu Sanyan's pupil between his eyebrows also sensed the murderous intent, and it turned even more scarlet. His dark red hair was scattered behind his head, and the red mist around him rose and fell, pouring into the halberd, making the halberd covered with dark red patterns.

The sword intent was silent and came in an instant. It was difficult to see with the naked eye, but Xu Sanyan "saw" it,

or felt it.

Fang Qingge's sword intent was like the drifting autumn leaves, carrying a sense of solemnity. Even from a distance, one could sense the murderous intent.

And Xu Sanyan was like a raging fire, full of aggression, full of arrogance and unruliness.

This was a contest between "stillness" and "movement".

The halberd swept across, and the rolling red mist was like a raging fire from the sky, meeting the sword intent in mid-air.

There was a moment of silence, followed by a roar in the sky, the red mist dissipated, and the sky was full of scarlet, like a ball of fire rain, which disappeared in mid-air.

This scene was so beautiful that it was beyond description.

"Boom!!!"

The violent aftermath spread, and the ground suddenly sank, forming a huge deep pit, with rolling smoke and dust.

There was a tremor under his feet, Fang Qingge's face turned pale, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he stabbed the long sword into the ground before he stabilized his body.

Mo Qianqian couldn't help but take two steps back to release the force.

Zuo Qiushu once again condensed a layer of magic barrier to block the aftermath. Her heart was already numb.

She did nothing but used it to resist the aftermath of their battle, and her magic power had already consumed a small part.

The red mist in the air dissipated, but the sword intent did not stop, passing through layers of obstacles and rushing straight to Xu Sanyan's heart.

Although there was still some strength left, the power had been reduced a lot after the red mist dissipated.

"Ah!!"

Xu Sanyan roared, and the halberd blocked in front of him.

"Squeak!"

The sword intent was invisible, lightly passing over the halberd, cutting a narrow and long cut on Xu Sanyan's chest, and blood immediately flowed out, dyeing the ground under his feet red.

Fang Qingge's eyes were filled with disappointment, and he smiled bitterly and shook his head, "After all, it's still a little short..."

He could see that although the sword intent hurt Xu Sanyan, it was only a minor injury, not fatal.

The diffuse red mist was too evil, even the invisible and intangible sword intent could resist it, and he did not deserve to lose.

Xu Sanyan wiped the blood on his chest, licked his palm with his tongue, and his expression was full of intoxication, as if he was tasting fine wine.

Suddenly, he pulled open the corner of his mouth, and his fangs turned outward were full of ferociousness and fierceness, "What a trick, it can actually hurt me."

Fang Qingge took a deep breath and remained silent.

"I'll take the things, okay?"

Everyone looked at him, but no one answered. Fang Qingge wanted to stop him, but he was powerless to stop him.

Mo Qianqian turned around and left without saying a word. She was not good at frontal fighting, and the secret technique she practiced was restrained by Xu Sanyan, so it was useless to stay here.

Jingyi lowered his head, silently chanting Buddhist teachings, regulating the chaotic magic power in his body.

Jiang Yan wailed in a suppressed voice, his arms were broken and he felt hopeless.

The Luo brothers and sisters both fell into a coma, and were protected by the disciples of Qi Dao Sect to heal their wounds.

"Hahahahaha..."

Xu Sanyan withdrew his Taoist body, laughed wildly with his naked body, and walked away.

Xiangtan and others followed closely behind, and no one dared to stop him.

Zuoqiu Zhen's eyes flashed, and he secretly peeked at Xu Sanyan's body. After a glance, he quickly turned his head away, and a blush appeared on his face.

Zuoqiu Shu watched their backs as they left, shook her head, and led them away.

Qi Liang, who was hiding in the dark, gritted his teeth and asked the people behind him, "Where is Fang Xiang? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Jiang Qinqin shook her head, "I don't know."

"Waste!"

At this moment, Fang Xiang was hiding in the distance, looking at Xu Sanyan's back trembling, and recalling those bad memories in his mind.

...

Xu Sanyan brought people to an empty house, told them to guard outside, and went into the house alone.

As soon as he entered, he collapsed to the ground, his throat felt sweet, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Fang Qingge's sword actually hurt him, and the injury was not light. His lungs were injured, and his mana was gone. It was difficult to maintain his Taoism. It can be said that he was exhausted.

He was just holding on before. At that time, he was surrounded by enemies and everyone was staring at him. Even if he showed a little fatigue and exposed a little fragile expression, he would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Fortunately, he pretended to be calm and confused them, and saved his life.

Xu Sanyan pulled open the corners of his mouth, with a crazy smile on his face, leaning against the wall weakly, gasping for breath, and taking a short rest.

He took out the storage bag from his mouth, took out the healing pill and the recovery pill, stuffed them into his mouth, and slowly refined them.

The chest injury is not a big problem. With his physical strength, he will recover after half a day of not using it. It’s just that the injury to the internal organs is a bit troublesome and needs to be slowly nurtured.

But the jade slip is in hand, and all this is worth it.

"Brother, are you okay?" Xiangtan whispered through the huge wooden door.

Xu Sanyan said in a deep voice, "It’s okay."

He didn’t say much, he still understood the truth that the more he said, the more mistakes he made.

Qin Manyang, Elder Ren and others outside were not easy to deal with, and Xu Sanyan didn’t dare to expose his weakness in front of them.

Even if they were his own people, it wouldn’t work!