Saint Ancestor of All Demons

This scene made Bei Yuanxiao, who still wanted to attack Lu Yao again, tremble in his heart. The fear of Lu Yao that he had felt at the Guozong Competition two years ago swept over him again.

Lu Yao looked at Bei Yuanxiao and sneered, "Bei Yuanxiao, do you want to continue dancing?"

Bei Yuanxiao retreated continuously, and the fear in his heart had exceeded his fighting spirit.

"Lu Yao!! Just wait, if I work hard for a few more years, I will definitely surpass you!!" Bei Yuanxiao said and turned around and fled through the air.

Lu Yao's flaming wings waved behind him, and with a bang, he chased through the air at a terrifying speed of twice the speed of sound. He was about to catch up with Bei Yuan Xiao several hundred meters away in almost the blink of an eye. Lu Yao held the Xuanyang heavy sword and with a single The sword slashed out.

"Who will give you a few more years of chance? Qingyang will be your burial place!"

The powerful sword energy slashed past, Bei Yuanxiao turned around and blocked with all his strength with his sword. With a bang, his whole body was blown away by the terrifying sword energy again, and he spit out blood.

Swish, brush, brush!

The nine flying swords turned into thunderous light and shot towards him. With a bang, they penetrated Bei Yuanxiao's body. Bei Yuanxiao's heart, neck, and dantian were all pierced.

Poof——

He widened his eyes and felt the sharp pain from everywhere in his body. Despair and unwillingness swept through his soul. "Is this the end of my road?"

Uh-huh!

Lu Yao came in front of him and pinched his neck with his hands. A burst of flame swallowed Bei Yuanxiao, and the demonic energy entered his body and began to swallow Bei Yuanxiao.

Bei Yuanxiao's body also turned into ashes all over the sky, and he died completely miserably.

After solving these two old rivals, Lu Yao's consciousness spread across the battlefield, and after observing the occupation, his face suddenly became solemn.

Although he can kill extremely well, not everyone has such powerful strength.

Every disciple of Qingyang Sect is facing the siege of two or even three people. There are already many

Qingyang disciples were injured or even died.

Lu Yao's consciousness looked towards the battlefield a thousand meters above the ground. The True Alchemy elders of Qingyang Sect were also facing the siege of two or three powerful men of the same realm.

Even the sect leader Gong Shuyun is being attacked by Murong Qingfeng, the master of the beast-controlling sect, and the master of the Beiwu sect at the moment. He is completely at a disadvantage. He can only parry and resist, without any gaps or opportunities to fight back. If this continues, the consumption will be Consumed to death.

"Damn, there are so many enemies, there is no way except to kill them with all our strength!"

Lu Yao's eyes turned red and he looked away. He turned into a ray of fire and took the initiative to kill on the battlefield of Daoji realm. If he could kill a few more, he could reverse the disadvantage a little more.

The Shenzang Realm battlefield has the most people on the Shenzang Realm battlefield.

The total number of disciples from all directions exceeded 30,000, and they attacked more than 10,000 outer disciples of Qingyang Sect on the ground. Although their moves and spells were not as brilliant as those in the Daoji realm, they were even more brutal than those on the Daoji battlefield.

Cao Xiaoyun is Qingyang Sect, one of the many disciples of Shenzang Realm, but he is already an inner disciple of the sixth level of Shenzang Realm.

Dangdang——!

She raised her sword to block the attack of two enemy disciples, and the two swords struck her sword. She held the sword to resist the pressure of the two men, and did not retreat at all. She exploded with physical strength beyond ordinary people.

"Go to hell!" A female inner disciple of Bei Wuzong held a gun and shot Cao Xiaoyun in the head from the side.

Cao Xiaoyun raised his long sword and deflected the pressure of the two disciples' swords in front of her. He turned around with a flexible step and stabbed her face with the spear. At the same time, he opened the two swords of the two disciples in front of her.

Cao Xiaoyun used one move to press down and slash twice, his steps separated, and his body instantly slashed down.

Most of his legs were damaged, and he swung his sword across, hitting the legs of the two enemy disciples in front of him.

The two people's legs were struck, and their legs were cut off directly. They immediately screamed and fell to the ground.

The female disciple of Bei Wuzong kept attacking with spears. Cao Xiaoyun rolled on the ground to avoid her. He stood up, grabbed a handful of sand and suddenly threw it into her eyes.

The female disciple of Bei Wuzong was so disturbed by the handful of sand that she quickly turned her head away from her sight. Cao Xiaoyun held a talisman between his fingers and shot it out, instantly sticking to the body of the female disciple of Bei Wuzong. .??.

"burst!"

With a bang, the fiery talisman exploded, and the Bei Wuzong woman screamed. She was blown away, and her whole body was covered in blood and flesh.

Whoosh!

But then a sharp arrow shot at him again. Cao Xiaoyun couldn't avoid it. The arrow hit his chest and almost hit his heart.

She gritted her teeth and pulled out the sharp arrow, raised her sword and roared at the guy who fired the cold arrow. It was hard to imagine that in just two years, this girl's actual combat strength had reached such a level.

"Ahh!!" An inner disciple of the Qingyang Sect screamed. He was surrounded by three people. Two sharp swords pierced his body fiercely. His eyes widened and he vomited blood from his mouth.

Another ray of sword energy struck him in the face. His face was almost split open and he fell to the ground dead.

One of them drew his sword and sneered, and was about to kill the others, when suddenly.

boom--!

A corpse fell from the sky and hit him on top of his head. It was hundreds of meters high in mid-air. The impact of the corpse could be imagined. It directly broke the neck of the Blood Spirit Sect disciple, and he was tragically crushed to death.

The corpse was clearly that of a core disciple of the Qingyang Sect, with several bloody holes on it.

The two Shenzang disciples around were so frightened that they quickly hid.

Open, look up, there is a group of Taoist warriors fighting in the sky a hundred meters above their heads, and blood is flowing down from the air.

It was so tragic that everything within a ten-mile radius of the Qingyang Sect's mountain gate became a battlefield.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa; by not respecting martial ethics; three people surrounded me alone; if one has the ability to fight one on one!”

"Damn fat man, I didn't expect you to look so fat and move so nimblely. Let me see where you can hide!"

The chubby Wang Fugui kept yelling and cursing, followed by three disciples in the Taoist realm.

These three people, two core members of the Blood Spirit Sect and one disciple of the Daoji of the Ye Clan, have cultivation levels ranging from the fourth to the seventh level of the Daoji realm.

And Wang Fugui's cultivation level is in the fifth level of Daoji realm.

Wang Fugui fled for his life to a less crowded area within the sect. Three people chased him behind him and continuously released magical weapons to attack him.

However, Wang Fugui kept throwing high-quality talismans, and even top-quality talismans to resist and fight back.

"Where did this bastard come from with so many talismans?"

Among them, the Blood Spirit Sect disciple from the seventh level of Daoji avoided being blasted by a top-grade talisman with an extremely ugly expression on his face. The talisman thrown by this guy was worth nearly ten thousand taels.

The three of them were afraid that he would suddenly throw out a few talismans.

"This little fat guy must be very rich, we must capture him!"

The three of them were chasing after him. Suddenly, Wang Fugui fell through the air and landed in the forest on a peak of Longxiang Peak.

The three of them followed closely behind and landed in the forest. Their consciousness had been locked on Wang Fugui, but they found that this guy had stopped.

Wan Qiang, the leader of the Blood Spirit Sect disciples and the seventh-level Taoist, said with a ferocious smile, "Little fat man, you can't escape anymore. I'm going to turn your fat body into a sky lantern!"