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Chapter 1942

In a blink of an eye, it was half a year later.

The Demon Realm Northern Wilderness, the Valley of Chaos Souls.

The Soul Valley is extremely large and occupies a peninsula.

It is surrounded by water on all sides, with dozens of killing formations and defensive formations.

It is as airtight as an iron bucket, wrapping the valley in the center tightly.

The valley was covered with gravel and the miasma blocked the chaotic vision.

Looking around, the place where you look is only a dozen meters.

The pungent smell of rotten fills the air, and white bones can be seen everywhere accumulate like mountains.

Human bones, animal bones, demon bones, and everything else demonstrate the strangeness of this deep valley.

At this moment, two figures were fighting in the open space on the edge.

One is a young man with beautiful eyebrows, wearing a green robe and holding a sharp sword in his hand.

One is a burly afterimage with a blurred face, wearing a black robe and holding a heavy hammer with a thousand pounds in his hand.

The former has excellent body skills and aroused immortal power.

The latter is a little clumsy, but the demonic aura that vents around him is amazing and converges continuously.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang."

The confrontation between swords and hammers, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sound of impact was endless.

Flying sand and stones, thick smoke rolls.

The young man failed to get a blow and immediately chose to retreat.

Once he retreated for hundreds of meters, he hid in the miasma and quietly disappeared.

"Run? Where are you running?"

"I haven't drunk fresh human blood for a long time, and you just broke into my territory."

"How can I let go of the fat meat delivered to my door?"

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I don’t know if I was laughing or gritting my teeth, but the afterimage walked in the air, and suddenly a hot fire wave burst out from my mouth.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

The miasma encountered the fire and was dissolved in an instant.

At the same time, the second move of the young man waiting for an opportunity was also revealed.

"Swish."

The long sword is out of hand, and one is divided into three.

The attack postures of the upper, middle and lower sides rushed forward, and the sword energy changed again and again.

The first sword turned into a green dragon, and the dragon roared.

The second sword formed a white tiger, and the tiger roared and shook the sky.

The third sword condensed into the Vermillion Bird, and the Bird sang in a terrifying way.

The three swords are united, and it seems unstoppable.

However, it did not take it seriously for the afterimage holding the heavy hammer.

He didn't hide or dodge, and laughed contemptuously, "A little trick of the eagle."

"Rumbling."

As soon as it finished speaking, the green dragon exploded, the white tiger dispersed, and the Vermilion Bird burned itself.

The next moment, above its head, a huge black turtle fell from the sky, with a shadow invisible.

It is a black turtle, and it is also a sword that creates the world.

The silver light flashed, and the surging sword shadow instantly converged.

A thousand harvests, a hundred harvests, ten harvests, and ten transform into one.

One sword to the end, one sword cuts the void.

"collapse."

The earth moves and the mountains shake, and the sword energy is vast.

I heard the wailing sounds coming out, and it was fleeting.

In place, the afterimage no longer exists, and the fuzzy body shatters into tens of thousands of transparent sheets.

The young man flew from a distance and said calmly: "Seven moves."

"Wow."

The miasma separated, and a pretty woman with a beautiful face walked out and said, "I thought you could solve it with just five moves."

The man said ashamed: "The power of the demon cultivator is stronger than that of the immortal world practitioners, not to mention that this mutated demon spirit is the fifth-grade true immortal and I."
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