After walking out of the ancient village, the sky dimmed for some reason. A layer of vague night sa covers the intersection of these two great gods, which looks like a sudden solar eclipse.

In such a dark darkness, Zhu Minglang flew out with his sword. The silver sword, like the light of dawn, became particularly dazzling between this extremely dark world.

The silver hair had not faded, and the whole body was filled with a bit of ancient aura, as if a thousand-year-old sword immortal who was sleeping at the end of this divine border broke out of his cocoon and gave birth to the frozen aura of thousands of miles, causing the sea of ​​nothingness that surged between the two divine borders to freeze quickly, and even more, the constant restlessness and surging of the earth veins and ridges to be inexplicably silent!

Zhu Minglang jumped across the Void Sea River, and Fengyue Bailong and the gray-haired evil sword master were fighting in the air.

The gray-haired evil sword master was obviously a little aware of it. He saw Zhu Minglang in the sky above his head and saw Zhu Minglang holding the Yinxi evil sword that still exuded the silver aura. So he shook Fengyue Bailong and rushed towards Zhu Minglang madly.

"This is something that belongs to me!!!" The gray-haired evil sword master roared, his eyes were extremely red, and his whole face was twitching.

He is the evil sword immortal!!

He is Yin Xi’s master!!

The power of the Xuan Gu Holy Demon will be injected into his body. He will be the most well-deserved master of the evil gods where the birth of this country, and no god can match it!!!

Zhu Minglang landed on Wushi Mountain. He turned his head and saw the gray-haired evil sword master.

Cunning, insidious, vicious, and greedy. Although Zhu Minglang has never dealt with this gray-haired evil sword master, he can recognize the bad nature of this person. Such a person cannot become an evil sword immortal at all. At most, he will become a tribute to the evil sword immortal and become a pitiful body taken over by the evil sword dragon.

But this guy doesn't have this kind of awareness at all.

The gray-haired evil sword master flipped over the air. His body stirred a gorgeous sword vortex as he turned. The sword vortex was red. You can see the red sword blade turning at a terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, you can slash it at the same position thousands of times.

The red sword vortex became bigger and bigger. Above Zhu Minglang's head, it was comparable to an ancient blood beast that pounced down. The powerful sword power even shattered the surrounding black stone land.

On the constantly shattering earth, Zhu Minglang raised his head and stared at the red sword vortex. He suddenly drew his sword when the enemy's sword power approached in front of him!

"Shadowless Sword!"

Zhu Minglang's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared from the spot the next moment.

Drawing the sword without trace, falling sword without shadow, Zhu Minglang passed through the red terrifying sword vortex, leaving only a silver thread at the central axis of the sword vortex.

Soon, the entire huge sword vortex shattered along the silver ray, and the surging red sword energy stopped in an instant. The gray-haired evil sword master who used his body to rotate to form such a force suddenly stopped. His body twitched violently as if he was electrocuted, and then he fell to the silver line...

During the fall, the gray-haired evil sword master's body was split into two, and was cut to his waist with his slanted shoulders. Perhaps when he was hit by the sword, his body was still swinging the sword sideways. Zhu Minglang's sword was so fast that it had cut through his body. He didn't feel pain, and he didn't even notice that the sword had broken him. Until he rotated violently, his body separated from his left shoulder to his right waist, and then swung his two half of his bodies in both directions under his powerful movement, and fell to a blur!

Perhaps it was really too fast, the gray-haired evil sword master still had disbelief on his face. He stared at Zhu Minglang, but his eyes were unwilling to close before his death, but instead he became wider and wider!

How intelligent he is, he relied on the earth sect to strengthen the entire evil sword sect, leaving all the gods of the sword palace helpless against them.

How wise and visionary he was. When he came into contact with Yin Xi's Shatter, he realized that this thing would definitely bring supreme divine power. When the birth of Shenzhou, as long as he dared to act, he would have hope to trample those righteous gods under his feet.

However, no matter how resourceful it is, it has no meaning in the face of absolute power.

One sword, just one sword!

The gray-haired evil sword master was meaningless in the past. When he saw Zhu Minglang holding the sword and was jealous, he was destined to be the result!

"You should thank me. You can't grasp this sword. It only brings you endless mental torture, and you can't feel a trace of superiority and pleasure. It will only be like a flesh puppet, living in humiliation under the control of this evil sword. Die early and get rid of it early." Zhu Minglang said lightly to the gray-haired evil sword master who died with an eye to death.

Before his death, the evil sword master heard such words, and it was even more difficult to die...

In order to help others, Zhu Minglang made up his sword and completely killed his soul.

After all, he is also an evil sword god, and he has all kinds of strange methods these days. God knows whether this evil sword master will use the magical power of reincarnation to make him die as soon as possible and become an animal as soon as possible. For Zhu Minglang, it is also a matter of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

As the evil sword master did throughout his life, even if he was a beast in the cycle of reincarnation, he should be the most humble cockroaches, gutter rats, stinky maggots, etc., eagles, tigers, and dragons, etc., are not destined to be with him.

...

After killing the evil sword master, Zhu Minglang walked towards the extremely chaotic battlefield.

Wushi Mountain on the left has long been beyond recognition. Nuwa Dragon, Hell Dragon and other dragon pets of Zhu Minglang are fighting with the entire Dijian Sect.

The Martial Sect Master also knew very well that the sword that the Evil Sword Sect had torn is definitely a great immortal and demon sword. Whoever holds it will be able to take charge of the future Shenzhou. With this sword, their sect can even become the second only to the Yuheng Star Palace, so they will do anything.

Although most members of the Earth Sect have been defeated, there are about ten sword gods in the entire Earth Sect. These sword gods can pose a threat to Zhu Minglang's dragons.

The battle situation was not optimistic. Nuwalong's soul had not been fully recovered after all. Her successive use of Yanzang magical powers that surpassed her own cultivation had already made her face extremely pale. Without those divine jades to nourish her, Nuwalong would probably not be able to support her.

No matter how powerful the Nuwa Dragon is, her body is too weak. If she can be as energetic and physically as the Black Dragon of the Refining Evil and the King of Hell Dragon, she can compete with the Yanfeng Dragon God and Chu Chengying alone.

The King of Hell is getting worse and worse. After its wings are broken, it is equivalent to losing the attacking means that it can threaten the existence of the God Lord level. In this way, Chu Chengying and the Dragon Dragon of Yanfeng can attack the King of Hell without restraint. The back, tail, abdomen, and horns of the King of Hell are obviously missing...

That is, the dragon's martial arts bloodline, allowing it to continue fighting in the battlefield, otherwise it would be impossible for Zhu Minglang to suppress the evil sword immortal and would have died in battle!

Zhu Mingming, like a silver meteor, passed over the Wushi Mountain. The air was like the power of ice, which instantly cooled down this area that was steamed by the Yanfeng Dragon God. A dark gauze enveloped it, and the sky disappeared. You could vaguely see a ray of starlight on this chaotic sky, revealing evil silver.

There is no sun and moon, but there are stars. At the junction of these two great gods, it seems to indicate something.

Zhu Minglang took a deep breath, and the breath of the God of Killing suddenly swept across, like a blood-colored dragon wind coiled around himself, making Zhu Minglang's clothes rustling, and Zhu Minglang's hair stands upside down.

"A step later, your dragon will be slaughtered by me. Haha, do you really understand swords? This evil silver sword in your hand is just broken copper and iron. Unlike you, I have been practicing sword since I was a child, and there are thousands of sword techniques in the world. No matter how complicated and difficult it is, I, Chu Chengying, can learn it within ten days, and it will definitely be a state of great success within one month!" Chu Chengying, the leader of the martial robe, looked at Zhu Minglang and couldn't help laughing.

Chu Chengying roughly understood.

The other party is indeed the Dragon Shepherd, but the Dragon with the Sword Spirit.

The Dragon of Sword Spirit gave the man in front of him the power of sword cultivator.

However, compared with a real sword cultivator, what kind of power can a dragon shepherd master display? He does not know the sword moves, does not understand the sword realm, and has not learned sword techniques. How can the sword evil dragon be attached to such a useless body? How can it exert its name as the world's number one evil sword?

A good sword, there must be a real sword god!!
Chapter completed!