Pill Sovereign Reborn

"Eight sword blood hand, I will not kill you today, swear not to be a man!"

At the top of Jianxin hall, Yu wanjian is angry at last.

He Teng of a, stand up, all over burst out a terrible sword force.

The sword force, like substance, oppresses the blood hand of the eight swords in the distance, trying to tear it to pieces.

"Master Yu, don't be a man in your life!"

With a cold smile, the bloody hand of the eight swords was not afraid of the fierce and terrible sword power of Yuwan sword. With one hand, he took the handle on his back and suddenly drew out. A long black sword about three feet long came out of the sheath, blooming with a cold and evil sword spirit.

Shua ~

at the top of the sword center hall, Yu Wan's sword was swept away. In the blink of an eye, he approached the eight sword bloody hands and approached them. With one hand, he suddenly probed into the chest of the eight sword bloody hands.

In the palm of my hand, the wind is blowing and the sword is cold.

Dang ~

in the face of Yu Wan Jian's chest palm, the bloody hands of the eight swords were not afraid. The long black sword in their hands was across their chest. Suddenly, the black sword fog bloomed, wrapped him tightly and easily blocked Yu Wan Jian's angry palm.

However, although the eight sword blood hand blocked Yu Wan Jian's hand, it didn't consume the terrible palm power immediately.

Therefore, at this moment, the eight sword blood hand has been pushed ten thousand meters by Yuwan sword, smashed all the way out of the sword center hall, and shot into the far air.

At the same time, Yuwan sword is also a little bit on the tip of his foot. It turns into a flash of light and quickly disappears in the center of the sword. He pursues the bloody hand of the eight swords and wants to break them into pieces. He avenges the elders of wanjianzong and the elders of huzong!

"Run, run."

In Jianxin hall, many guests who came to celebrate Yu wanjian's birthday changed their faces.

This time, the sword hall, led by the eight sword blood hands, came 18 evil sword envoys in one breath.

The strength of these evil sword envoys is comparable to that of the guardians of wanjianzong. It can be said that it's easy to wipe out these people.

In particular, the eight swordsmen and eighteen evil sword envoys came to attack and kill wanjianzong this time. Who knows, is there any other powerful members of Wanmo sect behind the sword hall?

Naturally, the only thing these guests can think of is running for their lives.

"Run away? Today, none of you present can leave. You must die! "

All of a sudden, outside the Jianxin hall, another voice of compassion came.

More than a dozen figures came into the center of the sword. They were all dressed in black robes with all kinds of strange runes embroidered on them.

It's the strong one of the ten thousand demon sect!

These masters of the ten thousand demon sect are much stronger than the one Ye Lan saw in Hengduan city!

Everyone's accomplishments are basically the same as those of the eighteen evil sword envoys in the sword hall.

"It's the thirteen magic envoys of Shu Tang!"

Seeing the figure of the thirteen black robes that swept into the Jianxin hall, many strong men and gifted disciples on the scene looked dignified again.

What they were worried about happened.

This time, the ten thousand demon sect made it clear that it was well prepared and directly sent the top strong men of the sword hall and the art hall to attack and destroy the ten thousand sword sect.

"Lord of the East, there are so many people here. Can we fight outside?"

In the center of the sword hall, many strong people are just startled. Suddenly, a strange black smoke comes in from outside the hall.

The black smoke floated to the center of the sword and quickly condensed into a middle-aged man!

This middle-aged man is also dressed in a black Rune robe, but the evil spirit he exudes is much stronger than that of the thirteen evil arts, which is just like the existence of the eight sword blood hand.

"Master of the art hall, another strong man in the secluded realm!"

In the center of the sword hall, many people saw the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared and took a breath of cold air. They were more and more shocked.

Many people even feel hopeless!

"I didn't expect that the people from your art hall came too!"

Dongfang Ming calmly looks at the master of the martial arts hall, quite surprised.

"How dare I not come when I learn that you, the master of Dongfang sect, have come to celebrate my birthday? If it's handed over to the eight swordsmen, he will lead the others to attack. I'm afraid that he will never come back! "

The master of the art hall said with a smile.

At this moment, people suddenly.

The eight sword blood hand and the master of the art hall all came here to control Yu Wan sword and Dongfang Ming!

As for the 18 evil sword envoys plus 13 evil magic envoys, as well as many strong people led by the sword hall and the art hall, the main purpose is to get rid of all the strong people and talents who come to celebrate the birthday in Jianxin hall, so as to damage the foundation of all sects and families!

Hoo ~

the wind is blowing.

With a wave of the sleeve of the master's robe, a black wind suddenly blows to Dongfang Ming.

Dongfang Ming also waved his sleeve, rolled up a strong wind and collided with the black wind.

"Master of the East, please understand your skills. I've heard for a long time that you are a saint of painting. All the things you paint can be turned into real existence. You can kill the enemy, trap the enemy, confuse the enemy and make people defenseless!As it happens, all kinds of holy arts of our art hall are also changeable.

I don't dare to claim that I can master all the holy arts of our martial arts hall, but if I deal with the eastern patriarch, maybe the holy arts I have learned can be of some use. "

The master of the art hall said with a smile.

When you raise your hand, the black lines interweave in front of you, quickly forming a round array.

As soon as the black circle array appeared, suddenly, the black light was bright and the black fog spewed out.

Inside, they immediately roared and killed thousands of terrifying and powerful monsters.

Those monsters are transparent, not solid, can be said, is the state of the soul body.

And this kind of monster, Ye Lan knows, is the Soul Eater, a kind of terrible monster that can devour the soul of human beings.

At the moment, these thousands of soul eaters roared and rushed to Dongfang Ming, filling the huge Jianxin hall.

Many of the strong and gifted disciples in the heart of the sword hall, many of them died miserably under those soul eating beasts, one by one directly engulfed their souls.

"How dare you call your magic art holy?"

Dongfang mingleng hum.

He uses his finger as a substitute for writing. In the void, he paddles repeatedly. Suddenly, a huge picture appears.

It's a very gloomy picture. It's full of cold bones, red blood pool, various swords and halberds, and dark fog. It's like a picture of extermination, or a picture of hell. Looking at it, you can't help but feel chilly.

Hoo ~

as soon as the picture appeared, the wind roared, and suddenly, a huge whirlpool was formed. A violent suction suddenly gushed out from it, and all of a sudden, it devoured thousands of soul eaters into it!

"Take it!"

With a wave of the sleeve of Dongfang Ming's robe, he rolled up the picture of the destruction of the world in the void, together with the tens of thousands of soul eaters summoned by the master of the art hall.

The mystery of its means makes people deeply admire.

"It's really a saint of painting. It's really amazing to kill a picture in hell!"

The master of the art hall couldn't help praising him.

While he praised, people are holding the seal, suddenly toward the East Ming when chest.

Nafayin is gloomy and evil. The breath of its outbreak is enough to make all the strong people turn pale.

As strong as Kong Wujian, the chief guardians of wanjianzong are also dignified and feel the great pressure. They are all pale.

It can be seen that the master of the art hall has the power of Fayin.

Dongfang Ming is the only one who can keep his face unchanged. He claps his palm and collides with the FA seal of the master of Shu hall. With his palm power, he can dissolve the evil spirit of the FA seal of the master of Shu hall and prevent the spread of the power of both sides, so as not to cause unnecessary death and injury to many sects and families in the temple!

At the same time, Dongfang Ming Keeps the master of Shu hall away from Jianxin hall, so as to avoid the attack between him and the master of Shu hall and shock all the people in the hall to death!

"Ye Lan, protect yourself!"

Before leaving, Dongfang Mingxin recites the sound.

In the hall, Ye Lan understood and looked at the outside of the Jianxin hall. A young man in a bloody robe, holding a bloody sword, was walking slowly.

The sword spirit of killing sent out by the young man in the blood robe made people fear from the depth of their soul.

At the moment, the blood robed youth's killing intention is locking Ye Lan.

Obviously, the goal of this young man's trip is Ye Lan!

"Absolutely ruthless?"

Looking at the young man holding the blood sword, Ye Lan's mouth slightly lifted, deep in his eyes, full of lofty fighting spirit.