Under the dark night.

The central stone emits a quiet light, dispelling the darkness, but at the same time, it also attracts the attention of many evil spirits.

It seems that because of the special material of the Zhenyang Stone, or perhaps its power to resist darkness, the demons seem to attach great importance to it, and are even willing to temporarily let go of the new Yuan Wang Yuan Zhuo to pursue Anle and the two.

After the bloody battle just now, Anle also had several scars on his body. The deepest one almost penetrated the entire right arm. However, moistened by the secret power of Jiang Gong and other gods, these wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His eyes were still clear, he took out some of the last remaining pills, threw them to Xuan Gongming, and said.

"Brother, I am stronger than you. If it comes to the last moment, don't worry about me. You must protect yourself."

Xuan Gongming stretched his muscles and said with a smile: "Second brother, don't underestimate me, I am already a Holy Sect monk now!"

As he spoke, the phantom of the Southern Saint Gate appeared around him. Although it was not as magnificent as Anle, it still emitted extraordinary divine light.

Xuan Gongming was originally a cultivator of the Six Heavenly Palace. During this period of time, he did not make any progress. With his accumulated experience in the past few days, he successfully opened up the Holy Gate and Divine Treasure.

Xuan Gongming took out a big hammer again and swung it slightly, causing the air to buzz and tremble.

This is a specially made magic weapon with an astonishing weight, and it can explode with astonishing lethality when placed on the battlefield.

Xuan Gongming carried the hammer behind his back, took out two long knives and fastened them firmly around his waist. Then he took out two bronze mirrors and placed them on his chest and back respectively, fully armed.

As the son of King Xuan, Xuan Gongming naturally carries many precious magic weapons and treasures with him, and now, it is time to hold back nothing.

Anle did not make any more preparations. At his current level, foreign objects of this level could no longer bring much benefit. Instead, they were used on Xuan Gongming, which might allow him to survive the next fight.

"Coming!"

A thunderous light seemed to flash through Anle's eyes, piercing the darkness.

Dozens of shadowy black figures are coming this way, and in the depths of darkness, there are hundreds of powerful auras!

The leader of them, a black shadow, was particularly tall and majestic, riding on a strange beast that looked like an ancient dragon, and was calmly staring at the two people under the light of the town center stone.

A fierce light flashed in Anle's eyes, and he took a deep breath. His breath gradually became darker, and a faint smell of blood was hidden in the surrounding soil, extending hundreds of meters away.

"Do it!"

An Le shouted loudly, and the ground shattered, revealing a vast sea of ​​blood. Blood flowed and blood waves surged. Countless bones and corpses were floating in the sea of ​​blood, and there were also mournful resentful souls whining and roaring in it.

The air around seemed to be carrying the breath from the netherworld, which was cold and evil. It stuck to the surface of living creatures, and the coldness penetrated silently.

Blood Sea Hell!

Facing this group of demons in the darkness, Anle will not hold back, and his first move will be a fatal move.

In the bloody atmosphere of the sea of ​​blood, the blood and energy in the demons' bodies seemed to be polluted, and a brief riot broke out.

When masters fight, life and death only take a moment. The Zhenyang Stone decomposes and then reconstructs, turning into a dozen flying swords, dancing in all directions.

In an instant, the sword light bloomed in the darkness!

Tsk tsk tsk!

Accompanied by the sound of sword light slitting the throat, dozens of demons splattered with blood on the spot, and their bodies fell into the sea of ​​blood below, turning into white bones in the blood waves.

And the shapes of those skeletons were surprisingly the same human shapes as Anle and the others!

At this moment, more than ten black shadows came from the distance, killing the weaker Xuan Gongming.

Suddenly, the bronze mirror behind Xuan Gongming's heart suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, like countless threads, piercing the black shadow with holes.

Buzz!

Xuan Gongming swung the hammer in his hand and smashed the demon that broke in front of him into a pulp.

There was a roar, and another black shadow passed through the darkness and appeared beside Xuan Gongming out of thin air. He was holding a heavy sword and slashed at it with one strike. It was unstoppable!

If this knife is carried out, Xuan Gongming will definitely be cut in half!

At this time, a sword light flashed suddenly.

The black shadow paused on the spot, its body and the heavy knife in its hand shattered into pieces, and dirty blood flew everywhere.

Anle took back Yangyang and faced Xuan Gongming back to back.

The malice in the darkness was like countless ants, and at this moment, they were in a dark ant nest, surrounded by enemies who wanted to tear them into pieces.

Such a desperate situation inspired the bloody nature of peace and happiness.

Anle is never a flower that grows in a greenhouse. The more dangerous the situation, the more it unleashes its unprecedented potential.

Swordsmanship, magical algorithms, divine hidden shadows, Hunyuan innate skills, blood sea hell underworld...these abilities possessed by Anle have become more proficient and integrated through battles and killings.

The combat intuition brought by the previous [Stage of the God of War] played an incredible role in such a melee.

Anle is very aware of the enemy's movements and thoughts.

Use spiritual consciousness and five senses to collect information, and use the Zhoutian Xingluowanxiang algorithm to calculate the trajectory of their actions.

Where to draw the sword and how much force to use are all as instinctive as eating and drinking, and don't even require a thinking process.

Anle seemed to have turned into a cold killing machine, killing the surrounding shadows in the most efficient and labor-saving way.

This is a state of enlightenment, in which An Le is intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Xuan Gongming on the side felt the pressure suddenly lighten. He turned around in surprise and found that the corpses beside Anle had piled up into a hill. The blood merged into the sea of ​​blood, making it even more surging. This kind of killing speed could only

It can be described as "horrible"!

Looking at An Le's posture at this time, even Xuan Gongming felt chilled in his heart. He was glad that he was not his enemy.

Among such efficient killings, the biggest improvement in comfort was his swordsmanship.

In fact, although Anle proposed to challenge Taiyue College with swordsmanship, in terms of the sophistication of using the sword, he was actually far inferior to those veteran swordsmen who had been immersed in it for decades.

After all, Anle actually started learning swordsmanship in less than two months. It was only because of his amazing talent that he had considerable attainments in swordsmanship, and the current battlefield has undoubtedly become an excellent sword training ground.

The power of mana, blood, and hidden secret power is not bad, but in terms of consumption, it is always greater than a simple swing of the sword.

In this long night, Anle naturally chose the most labor-saving way of fighting.

In this battle where the mechanical sword thrust out one after another, slicing the throats of demons and piercing the hearts of enemies, Anle had a new understanding of the sword in his hand.

The sword is no longer an external object outside his body, but an extension of his limbs and a part of his body.

The strange thing is that as Yangyang is stained with the blood of more and more demons, Anle seems to be able to understand the obscure whispers of the demons.

"It's so scary...the sword..."

"How many people...has he killed?"

At first, these words were vague and incomprehensible, but it didn't take long for Anle to fully understand the meaning of the language and the sound became clear and audible.

There was an element of fear in the demon's conversation!

They are afraid of peace and fear of the sword in his hand.

Anle mocked and sneered: "Are you also afraid?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a small commotion broke out among the demons, as if... they also understood An Le's words!

"Incredible, this extraterrestrial demon can actually talk!"

"Could it be said that extraterrestrial demons are existences that can communicate with each other?"

Hearing the demon's exclamation, Anle frowned and looked at Xuan Gongming behind him, only to find that he still looked nervous, apparently not understanding these obscure whispers.

"This is……"

Anle lowered her head and stared at Yangyang in her hand.

After absorbing the blood of an unknown amount of demons, the Zhenyang Stone has lost its original silver-gray color and is almost dyed blood-colored.

What surprised Anle the most was that the light emitted by Yangyang was mixed with a hint of ink in the white color, as if it was connected to the surrounding darkness.

Anle thought to herself: "It is precisely because of Yangyang's transformation that we can speak the same language?"

Language is undoubtedly the prerequisite for communication.

But in the current situation, both sides are jealous, and there is a blood feud. Even if they speak the same language, it is impossible for them to communicate calmly.

Not long after, the leader of the evil demons sneered: "We have wasted too much time on these two demons. Kill them, take back the sacred objects, and then go and wipe out all the remaining demons!"

"All officers and soldiers obey the order and crush them!"

Upon hearing this, many demons no longer hesitated and rushed toward the two of them like a tide.

Anle stood leaning on his sword and grinned: "If you want to kill me, then come and try."

After that, the sword light lit up in the darkness again, like a majestic sun, illuminating this dark space.

The biggest difference between the Zhenyang Stone and ordinary sword blades is not its sharpness, but its ever-changing characteristics.

It can be divided into hundreds of tiny flying swords at any time, or it can be transformed into a giant sword tens of meters long. When Yangyang almost becomes a part of Anle's body and can be controlled at will, this ability to change is revealed.

A more ferocious side.

A demon roared towards him, and suddenly a sword light flew out from the ground and penetrated his chest.

The man rushed forward dozens of steps and fell at Anle's feet.

The next second, another person passed by Anle, and a sword flashed.
To be continued...