What is the Experience of Getting Married with the Demon Emperor?

boom!

That was the explosive sound of the spirit dust power giant hammer advancing in fourth gear.

The hammer body collided with the epee, but Jun Lingyuan's sword body was not shaken at all, while the fan-shaped area tens of meters behind Su Zizhou was shaken out of cracks.

The brutal and unreasonable impact caused the ground under their feet to crack again.

The snow field that had been smashed by Su Zizhou and looked unstable now collapsed and collapsed.

Both of them are powerful in the Heavenly Exalted Realm, so naturally they walked in the air and pulled away.

After opening the distance, Su Zizhou's hand holding the giant hammer made him tremble with dissatisfaction.

The power gap is still obvious.

"Instead of a knife, use a hammer instead?"

Jun Lingyuan stared at Su Zizhou indifferently: "But it doesn't make any difference to me."

Holding the sledgehammer, Su Zizhou grinned: "Let me tell you, this thing is very useful. If you have used it, then you will probably change your name to the Left-Handed Hammer."

"Humph."

Jun Lingyuan snorted coldly, and had no intention of wasting words with Su Zizhou at all.

It was just when he was about to raise his sword again to take Su Zizhou's head.

The trembling and trembling of the soul made Jun Lingyuan's movements suddenly freeze.

He was dragged back to the bed again.

The ambiguous candlelight lights up the entire room covered with rose petals.

Limbs were all tied up at the head and end of the bed, and several naked muscular men who pushed the door in were wearing heavy makeup and winking at him who was lying on the bed.

Here again, here again.

It's that damned spirit and Taoism again!

"Get out!!"

Jun Lingyuan shouted in anger, and the burst of devilish energy smashed the entire soul illusion into pieces.

After returning to reality, Jun Lingyuan took a deep breath and looked at the braised egg head slowly emerging from behind Su Zizhou, with even more murderous intent in his eyes.

Brother Gu Xun crossed his arms and stood beside Su Zizhou, grinning and said, "Well, actually, I think that if you come a few more times, maybe you can open up a new interest for you."

It's the duo again.

In the last battle in Snow City, Jun Lingyuan was injured because of the cooperation of Gu Xun and Su Zizhou.

That scar was a disgrace to him. If a trash like Su Zizhou was in his heyday, within three sword strikes, he would surely become the soul of his own sword.

But now not only was he unable to defeat Su Zizhou, he even had to suffer the shame of being injured in his right eye.

Jun Lingyuan was very angry.

What made Jun Lingyuan even more displeased was that, as a master of spirit and Taoism, why didn't Feng Anrong prevent Gu Fal from intervening?

He glanced sideways at the battle situation on the other side in the distance.

He was surprised to find that Feng Anrong was still fighting with the two female cultivators from Qianchongfengyue Tower.

It's a pity that Su Zizhou's sledgehammer didn't allow Jun Lingyuan to take another look.

"The matter over there will be resolved over there."

Su Zizhou's hammer fell, even if Jun Liyuan held back with a horizontal sword, he was knocked back tens of feet because he failed to adjust his posture in time.

At the same time, Brother Gu Xun's soul, Taoism, and Jue also began to pulsate rapidly.

"Tsk."

Jun Lingyuan curled his lips, and gave up the idea of ​​questioning that senior Feng.

He had to admit that now he had to concentrate on dealing with these two troublesome enemies in front of him.

……

……

Above the Thousand White Moon Formation.

Du Lanyue took a deep breath, and immediately moved Fa Jue with her fingertips.

The gigantic thousand-fold white moon formation under the feet was in motion again, and several pure white blades flashed out of the center of the formation.

Feng Anrong stopped at the spot calmly, and said with a light smile, "So that's how it is, even the spells of the formation have changed a lot."

The voice just fell.

Eighteen huge Baiyue scimitars suddenly appeared above Feng Anrong's head, and they fell down with a crash like a mountain collapsed.

The saber intent burst out from the Thousand White Moon Formation. When each Baiyue scimitar touched the enemy, it would quickly burst and explode, and then tens of thousands of blade intents as sharp as needlepoints would burst out from it.

These knife intentions will penetrate into the orifices, destroy the meridians, and cut off the physical body.

Qiu Yunzheng, who had suffered one of the blows before, was injured because of this, and had to use the blood sacrifice technique to escape from Snow City.

now.

The snow-white saber intent covered the sky, but the loose white robe walked out slowly from the boundless saber intent.

He didn't hesitate to praise himself: "Well, it's not bad, but the power is a bit weak."

It's just that when he walked out of the sword intent, he looked around and found that his body was already covered with endless pure white.

Surrounded by white moons in all directions, he himself seemed to be no longer in the Beiyuan battlefield, but standing on a pool of silent water.

The breeze is coming, the white moon is hanging, and the silence like the night is diffuse.

Feng Anrong nodded knowingly: "The saber intent has already reached the state of perfection. In my era, he must be a commendable saber master."

He shook his head again, and said with emotion: "Unfortunately, I will only die here today."

The voice just fell.

The knife intent that came from the onslaught came from behind.

Feng Anrong was still unmoved, and a magic spell emerged from his fingertips.

The fingertips touched the Baiyue scimitar galloping from behind, and the latter froze in mid-air.

It was exactly the same as before, using the stagnation created by the invading spirit to defuse the attack.

What puzzled Feng Anrong was - why did the knife feel a little weaker?

Before Feng Anrong could figure out the reason, another figure suddenly came out from the side.

The timing was perfect, just right.

"One person uses a knife, and the other uses a palm. It's okay to cooperate."

Feng Anrong said lightly, and immediately took half a step back.

The magic cultivator who used palm technique made Feng Anrong have to be a little vigilant - he sensed a little crisis from that magic seal.

Although that crisis wouldn't put him in trouble, if he was hit, he probably wouldn't be very comfortable.

Unfortunately.

Feng Anrong's eyes were full of confidence and unruliness.

No matter how strong the palm is, it needs to be touched.

Compared with the female cultivator wielding the saber, the palm technique of the demon cultivator was more difficult to hit Feng Anrong.

He only needs to retreat a little distance, and it is impossible for the magic cultivator's palm to hit him.

Every time it is a slight difference, every time it is a miss.

The seemingly close distance is actually the fundamental gap between Feng Anrong and these two Heavenly Venerable Realm cultivators.

however.

What made Feng Anrong even stunned was that the person who appeared directly in front was not Lin Luomian.

It was Du Lanyue who was holding the White Moon Knife.

When the Baiyue Knife fell, Feng Anrong almost instinctively used his spirit and Taoism to directly block Du Lanyue's movements in front of him.

He turned around quickly, wanting to see clearly what the blade that struck from behind earlier was.

What greeted Feng Anrong was a faint smile from the woman who also wore Du Lanyue's face.

Hit with one palm.

Feng Anrong's figure froze in place for a short while, and the devilish energy belonging to Lin Luomian poured into his body.

"...Avatar? Illusion?"

Feng Anrong looked at the two completely identical Du Lanyue in front of him, felt the devilish energy in his body, and then he understood.

"Transfiguration?"

"correct."

Originally, Lin Luomian's disguise technique was specially used to forge identities.

Facing a monk of Feng Anrong's level, one careless move would reveal his flaws.

However, the object of Lin Luomian's disguise is Du Lanyue.

Just like Xiao Nianqing knows Chen Anning very well, Lin Luomian is also the person who knows Du Lanyue best in the world.

Lin Luomian can perfectly replicate her breathing, her movements, and every move she makes.

In a way, that couldn't even be called a disguise.

It should be called incarnation.

573. When hypnotism meets magic immune unit

Devil energy enters the body.

Feng Anrong's expression changed slightly, he felt that there was a devilish energy in his body that did not belong to him and was running around wantonly.