Chapter 83: Fighting against the Demon Lord

The middle-aged man and the man in red saw the blood river squirming in the air, and then disappeared, and laughed loudly: "No matter how powerful you are, you will be able to die sooner or later by the blood demon energy. I believe that in less than half a day, you will be left with ashes!"

Wuhen happened to kill the fourth disciple of the Demon Sect. He looked up and saw Dugu Qiubai, who was trapped in the blood river and never saw him again. His face immediately turned pale. Without Dugu Qiubai, if the enemy attacked him, who would be their opponents? Wouldn't they all suffer?

As soon as his thoughts fell, he heard the middle-aged man say to the man in red: "I will maintain the formation now and refine this guy. You can take action immediately to let these ignorant mortals see and resist our fate! It's really abominable. In half a day, our sect lost fifteen elite disciples and ten giant beasts!"

"Senior brother, don't worry, I'll take action." He had just fought with Dugu Qiubai, because the enemy was too strong, and he was already full of anger and had no place to vent. Wuhen and others wanted to kill their disciples, allowing him to find the direction to vent. Suddenly, the flying sword in his hand carried a blood cloud and killed Wuhen, who was closest to him.

Wuhen retreated quickly, and the seven swords flew towards the man in red who was coming. At the same time, he said to his four innate masters: "You use your sword energy to entangle him. As long as he falls, you must not give him a chance to fly back into the air, otherwise we will never do anything to him!" He said, and turned back to Mie Qing, who was not far away, and said: "Brother Mie Qing, come and help me!"

Mie Qing held a large sword in his hand, which looked strangely oppressed. His aura completely locked the man in red who was rushing towards him. At the moment when he fought Wuhen's seven swords, his feet exerted force. With a "boom!", all his feet were blown open. Mie Qing was like a sword unsheathed, smashing towards the man in red with a sharp sword energy. Wherever he passed, the air made an explosion sound, which made people's ears hurt.

The man in red grabbed Wuhen's seven swords in one hand, making them unable to get close to him. He waved the flying sword in his hand and danced around him with a sudden sound. The seven swords were blocked by a sword. As a cultivator, the man in red had never seen any clever sword formation? He saw at a glance the weakness of Wuhen's sword formation. He shook Wuhen's flying sword, bullied himself, and slapped Wuhen's chest with a palm. The true energy spitted wildly, bringing a strong palm wind!

Wuhen was shocked and could not stop this palm. If he fought hard with him, with the strength of the cultivator's true energy, he would definitely be seriously injured. He retreated quickly and could not think of any other way except retreating.

But he retreated quickly, and the man in red entered faster. Looking at Wuhen, who was already looking desperate, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Solve that a mortal is a mortal after all. Although that sword formation is troublesome, it is just like this in the eyes of us cultivators." Before his thought was settled, a forceful sword aura suddenly came from behind him, and layers of air waves swept over, slaughtering his personal body like a blade.

"What a strong sword aura!" The man in red was secretly shocked. Even as a cultivator, he dared not resist. He had to give up the great opportunity to kill Wuhen. He turned his body and dodged the amazingly powerful sword of Mieqing.

The man in red jumped up and was about to come to a high position. The four innate masters who had not taken action shouted loudly and emitted four powerful innate sword energy, completely covering him. Seeing that the sword energy was not strong, the man in red could not ignore it, he had to protect his body and then attack again. However, his salute gave Wuhen and Mieqing a chance to breathe.

"Brother Mieqing, don't give him the opportunity to get close to me." Wuhen said.

Mie Qing nodded, dragged the sword and rushed towards the man in red. Before the person arrived, the momentum that made people dare not look down on him.

Mie Qing fought in close combat, Wuhen was attacking the seven swords. The man in red was entangled by the seven swords for a moment, and Mie Qing was causing trouble. Although there was no danger, he could not get out of the way to deal with the others.

The man in red was forced to be restrained by the two of them and was very upset. As soon as he pinched the magic trick, layers of blood mist suddenly appeared with him as the center, and then spread around. After a while, the blood mist had covered the land in a radius of dozens of meters. Wherever Mi Qing's vision was reaching, he was completely filled with blood mist, and he couldn't see much farther away. He was like a blind man.

"It is very unfavorable to fight in such an environment!" Mie Qing thought in her heart, and said to Wuhen: "Brother Wuhen, we cannot fight here, let's retreat first!" He said, and was about to retreat. But as he retreated, he immediately discovered another effect of the blood mist, which could slow down his body movements. Mie Qing was secretly shocked and was about to speed up his retreat, and a sudden sound of breaking through the air came from his ears. Mie Qing turned his head without thinking.

A "swish!" sound of a slash sounded from my ears. Mie Qingzhi felt a burning pain coming from his left face, and immediately knew that he was injured. In this environment, he could not see at all, and the enemy's vision was obviously not affected. If he continued to fight, he would not have to think about the outcome.

"Ah!" A scream came from the blood mist. It was not Wuhen, but perhaps one of the four innate masters who followed Wuhen.

"Leave this blood mist as soon as possible!" This was Mie Qing's only thought. He immediately flew over and wanted to fly to a place where the blood mist was thin, but the whistling sound of the wind in front of him forced him to retreat continuously. The enemy obviously did not want him to escape from this blood mist. Mie Qing made a quick decision! He rushed out again, his pupils completely contracted to the point of reaching, hoping to enhance his vision.

The sound of breaking through the air came from the front again, but this time he stopped dodging. His eyes flashed, and internal force poured into his eyes. Finally, he saw a flying sword coming from lightning in the hazy blood mist.

The field of vision in the blood mist was already small, not to mention that the flying sword was too fast. When Mie Qing discovered the flying sword, the sword had shot in front of him. Logically speaking, even if Dugu Qiubai faced this situation, he would have no choice but to resist and avoid it. If everyone was the same, he would have no choice but to die.

But Mieqing is different. He seemed to have a premonition that the flying sword would appear at this time. At the same time as the flying sword appeared, he had already dodged his body first. The flying sword pressed against his body, cut through his clothes, and then shot at the blood mist.

After dodging this sword, Mie Qing was already in a state of cold sweat. But he did not hesitate at all, and exerted force again, rushing out the blood mist like lightning.

Mieqing had actually calculated all this. He was not the kind of reckless person. When the opponent's first sword prevented him from bleeding from bleeding mist, he had already guessed the other party's purpose. He wanted to trap himself in the blood mist and then slowly kill him. Therefore, as long as he broke out, the flying sword would definitely appear. Therefore, when he reached the edge of the blood mist, he immediately dodged his body and dodged the thrilling sword with a slight margin. All of this, even if there was a slight mistake, the price he would pay would be his life!

Another scream means that the life of another innate master came to an end.

Mie Qing had no time to care about so much at this time. He was outside the blood mist, constantly calming his heart that was beating so fast that it almost suffocated him.

"Ding!" A sound of metal and iron intersecting came from the blood mist. A broken sword ejected out and steadily inserted it into a stone not far from Mie Qing's body. Almost half of it was sank into the stone. It can be seen that the force attached to the broken sword is so great.

"This is Wuhen's Haoyue Sword!" Mie Qing picked up the half-broken sword and suddenly burst into his heart. Wuhen even the Haoyue Sword was interrupted by someone. This not only means that he has fallen into a precarious situation, but also means that his seven-sword Qifei Sword Formation has no place to use. Wuhen now must be in an unprecedented crisis.

"I must save him!" Mie Qing held the knife in both hands, concentrating his energy, and his clothes slowly flew away without wind, making a sound of rushing, which was obviously a manifestation of urging internal force to reach the limit. A thick layer of sword light was slowly attached to the treasure sword in his hand. The sword light became thicker and thicker, and the whole knife became larger and larger. When Mie Qing's face appeared to be lost, the sword light had already formed a giant sword that was several feet long, just like the sword he fought with Dugu Qiubai a few days ago.

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"The world is broken with one knife!" Mi Qing's sword raised high and slashed into the blood mist. In the blurry blood mist, he couldn't tell which enemy was or which friend was. Perhaps his sword could severely damage the enemy and make him retreat from now on. Perhaps his sword would accidentally hurt Wuhen and end his life. But he had no choice. If he did not rescue Wuhen, who was trapped in the fog, he would really have a way out. And using this method to split the blood mist Wuhen, there was at least a glimmer of hope! Mi Qing bet on this glimmer of hope.

The loud "Boom!" made the entire earth shaking. The sword energy hit the ground and immediately turned into a violent airflow, sweeping around with the momentum of destruction. Wherever it went, all the buildings turned into powder, shattered and were blown into the sky by the strong winds.

The blood mist that the Deqing attacked was shattered under this violent airflow full of destructive aura and was easily blown away by the airflow. Suddenly, the vision in front of him became clear again!

Mie Qing felt a weak feeling in his body. Such a sword that he had put all his strength into vaping the true energy in his body instantly wasted seven or eight points. He felt a little weak when he stood up. But he did not feel at ease to see Wuhen stand up, and he was unwilling to retreat like this. No one wanted to hit him with all his strength, and he did not get any benefits.

"As a mortal! I have to say, you kid is quite capable!" A voice like a ghost suddenly appeared behind Mie Qing. Mie Qing's body tensed! He was silently bullied behind him, and he had no idea. If he killed him immediately at this time, then he...
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