My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 379

Mo Chen likes black, so his sword is black. Black symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility. This is the life of a swordsman.

Just like all swordsmen, Mo Chen decided to hold the sword in his hand the moment he practiced the sword, stab a hole in the day, and become the number one swordsman in the world.

In the process, he killed so many people that he couldn't even count how many.

Mo Chen once thought that if he went to the underworld, many people would definitely ask him for their lives.

But he is not afraid of death, and he even yearns for death.

Because death is also black.

The world is suddenly late, the mountains and rivers are already autumn.

When darkness comes, there will be the last afterglow of the earth, and this last afterglow will be sprinkled on this piece of heaven and earth, calm, calm and unrestrained.

Like when a dead person is about to die, the feeling is the same.

But on the night after the sunset, the sky is full of stars, still lighting up the night sky.

This is life, if you really know enough about life, you will know that there is no darkest hour in life except when you die, so you want more happiness and less sadness.

There were fallen leaves floating in the woods, and they had already piled up a layer. The two of them stepped on the fallen leaves and walked forward slowly, with rustling footsteps.

Their footsteps are getting bigger and bigger, but the footsteps are getting quieter, and their breath can gradually reach the peak.

When such top players are facing off against each other, they pay attention to the combination of spirit and spirit. Whoever reaches the top first will shoot, and the moment they shoot, they will move like thunder.

Mo Chen's eyes were indifferent, as cold as the black lotus blade in his hand.

He stomped the soles of his feet suddenly, and the infuriating energy that was visible to the naked eye exploded like a shock wave. The temperature between heaven and earth plummeted. Within a few miles, a heavy wave of infuriating energy spread instantly, like a torrent of ocean, facing the distance. An Jing devoured away.

Mo Chen moved first. He didn't want to give An Jing a chance to make a move, so he flung the black lotus saber in his hand and slashed towards An Jing.

Chi!

The knife swept out with indescribable terrifying power, and the surrounding air was squeezed by the force, making a harsh roar.

As soon as Mo Chen made a move, it was all his strength.

Obviously, he knew that An Jing in front of him was a very strong opponent, and he did not despise him in the slightest.

An Jing stretched out into the sword box, and directly pulled out the Dulu Sword from the sword box. The majestic True Qi rushed in directly towards the Dulu Sword. Suddenly, the Dulu Sword made a soft chant that stirred up the nine days. Slashed towards the sword in front of him.

The two directly confronted each other, and neither of them retreated.

boom!

The sword qi and the sword qi slammed together, and suddenly the whole earth trembled violently at this moment, Mo Chen's steps retreated step by step, and every step left a deep imprint on the ground.

An Jing's body is like a rock, deeply rooted on the ground, and the sense of heaven and man is also spread out, and his breath is soaring in an instant.

Just as Mo Chen stepped back, the torrent of unparalleled rage continued to rush towards him, like a monstrous beast, as if it was about to devour Mo Chen.

And when the soles of his feet left the thirteenth mark on the ground, a cold light shot out from Mo Chen's black eyes, and the black lotus sword in his five fingers clenched tightly, slashing towards the torrent of air waves ahead.

Click! Click!

A raging knife light hit the torrent in front of him heavily, and the torrent of infuriating condensed torrent immediately split open. Only with a bang, the torrent burst into pieces and turned into a sky full of infuriating debris.

When everyone around saw the two people fighting so fiercely, they all flew back towards the rear. Even the remaining waves could seriously injure everyone present.

"It's not rude to come and go!"

Mo Chen raised his hands, and saw that the torrent that had been floating around condensed again, and a large amount of true qi was also rushing in. The overwhelming true qi kept squeezing and shrinking, and then madly whistled towards An Jing. .

Whoosh! Whoosh!

An Jing's eyes condensed, this torrent of true qi was continuously squeezed, condensed, and contracted, extremely pure, and its power was three points stronger than ordinary true qi.

He didn't raise his arms until those infuriating qi roared in front of An Jing, and then began to dance wildly.

Kick, Kick, Kick!

Countless infuriating qi was broken open by An Jing's sword light, and then these squeezed infuriating qi directly turned into a light purple smoke, and floated out towards the sky.

These infuriating squeezes have been mutated, and their power has been enhanced, but where is the strong An Jing's infuriating?

You must know that An Jing's "Unnamed Heart Sutra" can be called the first heart method in ancient times.

When Mo Chen saw that his last move was smashed by one move, he was shocked. The five-qi master who was just like him would definitely be in a hurry. How could he be as relaxed and comfortable as An Jing.

Mo Chen's black lotus sword turned, and the black sword began to dance wildly.

boom!

It seems that a volcano suddenly exploded at this time, and a terrifying True Qi rose into the sky. This piece of sky became violent at this time, and there were countless True Qi condensed in the sky.

Mo Chen's body turned upside down, stepped on top of an ancient tree, and stood in the sky. He looked down at An Jing below, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. That kind of strong infuriating pressure made many experts present. Slight discoloration.

Is this the strength of the first swordsman of Guishuang?

Buzz!

Suddenly, a huge roar of swords came from the sky, followed the sound and looked over, only to see a huge black sword appearing in the heaven and earth.

What kind of swordsmanship is this! ?

When they saw the black black knife, everyone was puzzled, and then another earth-shattering roar rang out.

I saw that the black giant knife above the sky was getting bigger and bigger, which made people feel terrified.

Before everyone was confused, the sky seemed to be enveloped by a black knife, and it suddenly became dark.

Suddenly, the sound of the sword chant resounded through the sky, as if the sky was torn apart by the sound of the sword chant.

Li Fu Zhouqing shouted: "Be careful of that voice."

Hearing Li Fuzhou's voice, Jia Meixian and Yang Chong used their inner strength to seal their ears to prevent them from being hurt by the sound of the sword.

At the same time, the world seemed to be shaking wildly.

Black Lotus Sword! The knife screams!

Mo Chen's eyes froze, and the black lotus sword in his hand slashed forward, only to see that the black giant sword above the sky seemed to have turned into reality, and slashed towards An Jing frantically.

The black giant knife was mighty, with an indomitable arrogance.

The next moment, An Jing was like a wisp of duckweed in the midst of a violent storm, and swayed with the wind and rain.

From An Jing's pupils, he saw the black giant knife approaching him, and the overwhelming voice was approaching, and he had nowhere to escape.

With the Dulu Sword in An Jing's hand, the world suddenly froze, and then from above the Dulu Sword, countless icy colds emerged, like a thousand arrows.

The speed of the black giant sword was extremely fast, but the sword in An Jing's hand was as fast as a meteor, with boundless determination.

Nameless Sword Sutra! No way!

That ray of sword light finally emerged from the blade of the Dulu Sword, as if the world was eclipsed all of a sudden, and only a sword light was left raging towards the distance.

This sword is the number one sword in the world, the Dulu Sword spit out.

boom!

The moment when the sword beam slashed towards the black giant knife, it was like two huge volcanoes colliding, and the overwhelming waves of infuriating qi rushed towards the distance.

Click! Click!

Under Mo Chen's feet, the ground began to crack crazily, continuously extending into the distance.

Wow!

After that, Mo Chen couldn't contain the pain in his chest any longer, and he spat out a **** arrow.

As soon as a mouthful of red blood spurted out, Mo Chen's clothes suddenly turned into pieces, and on his chest, there were scars of horror and deep bone scars, which were completely displayed in front of everyone.

The flesh burst open, glowing scarlet, and it looked numb.

powerful!

too strong!

At this moment, the Ghost Swordsman was fighting against the first swordsman of Guishuang, showing his terrifying strength, completely shaking all the masters present.

Originally, I thought that the strengths of the two were not much different, and it should be a normal fight, but it seemed that Mo Chen was not a ghost swordsman's opponent at all.

At this time, a few people felt a chill in their hearts. How many Five Qi Grandmasters did this sword kill?

"What a strong swordsmanship!"

When Liu Moyuan saw this, there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

Sword Demon said solemnly: "This ghost swordsman's swordsmanship is vast and elegant. The swordsmanship has reached the peak of the sixth realm, and the cultivation base has reached the realm of five qi, which is too terrifying."

Originally, the ghost swordsman's immortal sword itself was superior to the holy sword. Originally, it was only because his cultivation base restricted him. Now his cultivation base has reached the realm of five masters. Although he has not reached the realm of land gods, it is not far behind. Far.

Whether it is art or Dao, he has almost no shortcomings.

Such a swordsman is one of the most terrifying people in the world.

Compared to Sword God and Sword Demon, Chang Ning was even more shocked. He was very aware of Mo Chen's strength. Among the three five-qi masters in Guishuang, his strength could be said to be the first among the three, except for Wushu Palace. Apart from the master, he is the well-deserved number one expert of Guishuang.

Such a master, when facing the ghost swordsman, actually showed a downward trend.

What if it was himself?

Mo Chen's black lotus sword was stuck on the ground, panting heavily. If it weren't for his tyrannical swordsmanship, he might have been wiped out with this blow.

Mo Chen clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, and looked at An Jing in front of him, with a strong fighting intent in his eyes.

For a long time, because of An Jing's age, most of the masters in the duel were more masters than him, at least one realm, and as many as two realms, and like the current five-qi duel, there are still very few.

In An Jing's eyes, a coldness gradually condensed, and then he took out the Evil Suppressing Sword from the sword box.

bass!

A black shadow rushed towards Mo Chen, and no one could see the figure clearly except Mo Chen.

So fast!

Mo Chen subconsciously moved forward to block, and suddenly a huge energy came from above his arm. If he were an ordinary person, he would have dropped the knife in his hand.

An Jing had no expression on his face, and the sword in his hand again slashed towards Mo Chen in front of him.

Clang!

Mo Chen tried his best to raise his sword again, only to see a violent hurricane rushing towards the surroundings where the gold and iron met, and then Mo Chen's body directly floated out.

It is also the master of five qi, the sixth realm of swordsmanship, and the sixth realm of swordsmanship.

Mo Chen was completely suppressed by that An Jing.

At this moment, Chang Ning, who was standing in the distance, raised his heart to his throat. one

Seeing this, Liu Xiang couldn't help but transmit his voice: "Uncle Chang, let's take advantage of the great opportunity now, and hurry up and run."

"What did you say?"

Chang Ning raised his brows and glared at Liu Xiang, with a trace of killing intent in his eyes, "If I listen to you again, I will kill you first."

Liu Xiang heard and knew Chang Ning's character, so he didn't speak anymore.

Chang Ning watched the battle between the two attentively, ready to join the duel at any time to help Mo Chen deal with the ghost swordsman.

An Jing stepped forward, a slippery step, the sword in his hand was like an antelope with horns, and suddenly burst out a fine rainbow, stabbing directly towards Mo Chen's throat.

Mo Chen felt the strong wind shot in front of him, and he involuntarily clenched the knife in his hand and placed it across his chest.

Clang!

The swords in their hands collided abruptly, and a splendid spark burst open, and then Mo Chen's body floated directly out, leaving a long trace on the ground.

Click! Click!

The earth couldn't bear the violent fluctuations of infuriating energy, and it began to break apart ten feet.

"Do you really want to use that secret technique?"

Mo Chen took a deep breath and suppressed the pain all over his body. From his tiger's mouth, blood slowly flowed from the hilt to the ground.

Since his debut, the swordsman in front of him is definitely the strongest opponent he has ever encountered. The coldness of sword energy and the feeling of suffocation that is almost oppressive are all he has never encountered so far.

An Jing saw that Mo Chen was actually rushing towards him, without the slightest expression on his face, he swept his sword towards Mo Chen directly.

Clang!

In this pair of fights, Mo Chen felt that his hands were almost out of strength, and his body retreated several meters directly to the back, setting off several wild hurricanes, and some nearby trees were uprooted.

Liu Moyuan sneered: "Too strong, Ghost Swordsman is really too strong"

The Sword Demon shook his head, "Mo Chen is not his opponent at all. I thought his big words would be so powerful."

This sword duel was originally thought to be a battle of the peak of the world, and Mo Chen, the first swordsman of Kushuang, did show all his strength, but the ghost swordsman he faced was too strong, out of the ordinary. Everyone's expectations.

An Jing chased forward ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and slashed towards Mo Chen with another sword.

From the beginning to the end, the world's number one swordsman did not put too much pressure on him, and seemed to be at ease.

Clang!

Mo Chen raised his sword with all his might, and slashed towards An Jing who was in front of him without reservation. In an instant, a storm surged out from the swords of the two of them.

Then, Mo Chen's body was like a broken paper kite, like a flying arrow, rushing towards the direction of the tea shed, and finally slipped out for an unknown distance and smashed directly on the hard mountain.

tom!

The moment Mo Chen's body hit the mountain, he felt that all the bones in his body were scattered, as if his internal organs were shattered, and blood flowed out along the pores.

The sword duel has now been decided, and An Jing, who should be very excited by reason, is now frowning.

The Sword Demon whispered: "The ghost swordsman seems to have won."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Chang Ning's mouth, "That's not necessarily true."

"Um!??"

Hearing that, Liu Moyuan turned to look at the two facing off again, especially focusing more on Mo Chen.

At this moment, although Mo Chen was severely injured, his breath did not decline, and even had a faint upward trend.

Chapter end