Everyone: I started with a mythical talent, and I killed a god with one sword

The formation was activated.

The scene on the other side of the cliff changed instantly!

The barren land on the other side of the cliff turned into a distant mountain!

The mountain was towering, majestic and straight into the clouds.

On the top of the mountain, countless demons were rampant, floating in the air, and sometimes there was a flash of sword light.

The demon wind was like clouds, and it was pitch black. The scene was terrible and grand.

"There is such an ancient sect hidden on the other side of the cliff!?" Zhang Xiao said with a look of horror.

"Is this the place where the deputy monks often mentioned Shushan?" Zhang Xiangsheng looked thoughtful.

"Hmm... This sect is so perfectly hidden that even I didn't feel its breath before." Elder Zhang Quyan was a little surprised.

Zhang Xuanrou clenched her palm, and the remaining poisonous insects flew into her sleeves.

"The evil wind is sweeping, this place should be the area where the world BOSS appeared in the previous world rule notification." She said calmly.

Zhang Guliu nodded, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"The sword light flashed on the top of the mountain, and this set is also a sword set, and the highest secret treasure is the sword."

"All of this is very suitable for killing the god with a sword."

"At this moment, he may be on the top of the mountain, fighting a bloody battle with the BOSS."

"At that time, Jiang Yunqing's position was also nearby."

As he said, his eyes became colder.

He intuitively felt that this time he was right.

"In that case, let's kill him on the mountain." Zhang Quyan smiled indifferently, with endless pressure flowing in his eyes.

Under his feet, the rocks collapsed and cracks appeared. The surrounding sword tombs were shattered, and the bodies of other Shushan disciples were all shattered.

All the masters of the Zhang family, led by Zhang Quyan, rushed to the top of Shushan Mountain!

They came here not to kill the boss.

But to kill the God of Killing and Jiang Yunqing.

...

At this moment, the top of Shushan Sword Sect.

Boom boom boom!

The Demon Suppression Tower completely collapsed and was filled with smoke and dust.

The violent sound spread throughout the world.

The iron chain dropped, the talisman paper disappeared, and the five or six swords of the past masters surrounding the tower were all smashed into pieces by the ruins.

The quality of these black iron steel swords is not high, because the cultivators in this world rely on their sword intent, cultivation, and perception.

For a master of swordsmanship at the level of the master, there is not much difference between using a wooden sword or a magic sword.

It is all due to the infusion of the sword intent of the sword saint before death that these swords can be reinforced and sealed.

Now that many years have passed, most of its sword power has dissipated. As time has worn it out, it has become a sword.

Demon King Zituo stared coldly at the destruction of the Demon Suppression Tower, his eyes full of a smile and endless sarcasm.

"The ancient tower of ten thousand years has collapsed today."

"From now on, there will be no place to suppress demons in the world."

"Xiang Wuhui, you let that guy enter it and slaughter the demons. It is meaningless, and you have helped me!"

Zituo laughed heartily.

Xiang Wuhui looked at the Demon King with a solemn expression.

The Demon Suppression Tower will never collapse easily. Even if Demon King Zituo spent hundreds of years to accumulate power, he could only make a crack in it.

Once it collapses, it means that the Demon Suppression Sword hanging on the top of the tower has a problem.

But how strong a force would it take to destroy the Demon-Suppressing Sword?

Could it be that there is a peerless demon saint who is stronger than the Demon King hiding in the Demon-Suppressing Tower! ?

Wouldn't it be a loss of his life to let Su Ming's son break in?

Thinking of this, Xiang Wuhui felt a moment of self-blame in his heart.

At this moment, the Demon King seized the opportunity and suddenly jumped up.

He used this move to completely kill the semi-saint Xiang Wuhui.

Zi Tuo's eyes were full of demonic power, and in an instant, he attracted the spiritual energy of the whole sky to gather, and the demonic power condensed into a fist shadow.

He made a series of afterimages and flew across the sky!

His speed was so fast that it caused continuous air explosions!

In the sky, the shrill sound of ghosts and wolves howling became extremely noisy and breathtaking. This was a sign that the demonic wind was extremely strong.

Jiu Jian Zun immediately raised his sword to block.

But he was still a step too slow.

Even if Xiang Wuhui was very agile, he couldn't be the first to arrive when he was distracted.

So his sword energy only had time to cut off half of the demonic fist.

The rest, all of it, hit his chest.

Puff!

A big hole instantly appeared in Xiang Wuhui's chest and back robes, and he was shattered to ashes by the punch that penetrated his body.

The old sword master flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. His body rubbed the ground to create a narrow gully, and the bricks were blown away.

No matter how strong the physique of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm is, it is difficult to resist the full force of the demon king.

Xiang Wuhui coughed up a mouthful of blood, and felt that his internal organs had been shattered into pieces. Even the spiritual energy and skills were difficult to activate.

The meridians in his body were blocked by blood and broken bones.

Crack!

The wooden sword in his hand also broke, and he could not resist the punch of the demon king.

Jiu Jianzun's chest was bloody and fleshy. He stood up with one arm, holding the wooden sword tightly, staring at the sky and the demon king.

"Good punch!" He was defeated, but his eyes only condensed his fighting spirit and roared loudly.

"Ahem... What a beast of the demon clan."

The demon king looked down at him with a faint smile.

"Xiang Wuhui, you lost."

When Zi Tuo said this, there was a little bit of satisfaction in his eyes as if he had avenged his great hatred.

This hatred is not directed at Xiang Wuhui.

But at Wei Tianhai!

When Wei Tianhai was dying, he severely injured Zituo with a sword, and even made him mentally ill, and for a period of time he had a shadow on sword cultivators.

As a demon king who had suppressed Lin Tian, ​​how could he accept that he was so embarrassed.

So he always wanted to defeat a powerful sword cultivator head-on to prove his strength again and wash away his inner demons!

Now, he finally did it!

"Senior, hold on!" Jiang Yunqing stepped forward and came behind Xiang Wuhui.

She absorbed the soul power contained in the corpses on the ground, and activated the newly learned healing skills to heal the old senior's injuries.

But the injuries were too severe, and there was little effect for a while.

Countless demon ancestors were also attacking Ni Shuang, Yan Ze, Ji Yao, Wan Wu and others with all their strength.

Everyone was seriously injured.

Ni Shuang danced in the ice and snow, pulling her to push out the sky full of ice and snow, rushing to the wounds of everyone, temporarily freezing the blood to prevent heavy bleeding, so as to ensure combat capability.

But this is only a stopgap measure.

If there is no turnaround, if this continues, everyone will die!

The black-feathered dark bird, Ming, is hovering in the sky, piercing the monsters with its beak, using its body as a sharp arrow.

But there are too many monsters, like clouds and mist, and they can't be killed. Even if the head is pierced, it may not die.

The monsters in the sky stared at this scene and laughed strangely.

"Humans, die, die, die!" The monsters made a creepy sound.

"The monsters are attacking, you are already helpless!"