My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 90

Faxi Temple, a little blue light is faint.

The seemingly peaceful temples and temples are surging with undercurrents and murderous intentions.

Just above the stupa on the southwest side of Pilu Hall, the night wind was slightly cold, and the two of them stood in the sky.

"There really is someone!"

Liyue looked at the faint path of the sword light that appeared in the distance.

"Jianguang is imposing like abyss, and the light is cold. He should be a generation of swordsman masters. He may be a ghost swordsman who has recently become famous in Jiangnan Road."

The old woman said slowly.

The ghost swordsman is the name given to the peerless swordsman by the people in the rivers and lakes.

Comes and goes without a shadow, kills without a trace, disappears without a trace, doesn't know what to say, is a ghost.

"And the inner strength of the person who is fighting against him is still higher than his. It's really scary."

In ordinary Jiangnan Dao, there are not many first-grade masters. Most of them lie dormant and practice secretly. However, in the past few months, the situation in Jiangnan Dao has changed, and the waves are rough, and several first-grade masters have appeared.

Xue Chen, Guo Yuchun, the extremely mysterious and peerless swordsman, Li Fuzhou, Liu Qingshan, Tianliu, the sect master of the Demon Sect, gathered together, and now there is a master whose cultivation is still above the peerless swordsman. Moving?

"Earth Flower...Five Poison Gates."

The old woman felt the fluctuation of energy and said, "This person should be Zhang Zhixing from the Five Poison Sect. According to the information in the building, he has indeed gone down the mountain."

"Let them fight, let's go directly to Pilu Hall."

A cold light appeared in Li Yue's eyes.

In her opinion, at this moment, many masters are fighting fiercely, and the Pilu Hall is empty.

The old woman nodded slightly, "Be careful of that monk Fazhi, he is the pinnacle of Earth Flower, and the Buddha's Arhat body in the Western Regions has reached the eighth level.

In front of Pilu Hall.

An Jing is going back and forth with Tian Cansou, the figures are intertwined, and it is impossible to check.

Dai Ling frowned. Although Tian Cansou had the upper hand, the swordsman's sharp swordsmanship was not an absolute disadvantage. If he wanted to completely defeat him, Tian Cansou would definitely consume a lot of internal strength, not to mention that If there are other masters, it is very difficult to deal with the monk Fazhi.

"This swordsman's swordsmanship is very good, and his body is also extremely difficult to deal with. I want to fight quickly."

Tian Cansou secretly said in his heart, no longer holding back.

I saw the sole of the foot stepped on, and the other foot slashed down fiercely, as if countless leg shadows attacked.

Thousands of feet travel to the sky!

An Jing's eyes narrowed, and he knew that Tian Cansuo's move was exquisite, so he didn't dare to be distracted, and he swung the long sword in his hand.

Countless sword shadows flew, as if falling like a violent storm.

Nine-character sword art! Soldier secret!

In midair, there is nothing else, only the shadows of swords and legs in the sky.

It is impossible to distinguish the real and the virtual in this shadow. If both of them are hit by one of them, they will be severely injured, or even beheaded by the other party.

An Jing's heart was also raised in his throat, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and a sword stabbed at the shadow of his leg.

"Good come!"

The bright light in Tian Cansou's eyes flashed without retreating, and swept his leg fiercely.

"Tom!"

The energy of the two people converged, and suddenly a sound like a tsunami erupted, and the violent air waves were continuous like a tide.

An Jing only felt his arm go numb, and the long sword in his hand almost dropped.

"Hey!"

As he raised his arm again, an inconspicuous sword light roared.

Hidden swordsmanship!

There are only three forms of the Guiyi Sword Art, but these three moves are the essence of the sword art. Among them, the sword-fighting art is the most subtle, almost the pinnacle of swordsmanship skills, while the sword-drawing art requires the concentration of the swordsman's spirit and energy, and it takes a long time to Pregnancy, running-in, and Tibetan swordsmanship is the surest way to hide in swordsmanship.

There are only three moves, but it contains almost 90% of the essence of swordsmanship.

Tian Cansou only felt a chill in his heart, his scalp was numb, an extremely dangerous feeling came to his heart, and his footsteps quickly retreated to the rear.

"Pfft!"

In the dark night, that faint cold light came along with the wind, directly piercing Tian Cansou's chest, and the blood instantly stained his clothes.

Tian Cansou frowned tightly, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. If he had not relied on instinct to retreat to the back, he might have been pierced by the sword light now.

The world was quiet, only the sound of two people's breaths.

"What a great swordsman! What a great swordsmanship!"

Fazhi couldn't help but look at An Jing more.

"Huh...!"

An Jing gasped heavily, his entire right arm holding the sword trembled.

As expected of a master of the Earth Flower Realm, he was able to evade his hidden sword skills. It seems that his sword was not fast enough. If he was fast enough, the old man might have become a dead soul under the sword.

"Elder, there are other masters around, my three-tailed scorpion was killed..."

At this moment, Dai Ling's voice transmission came from Zhang Zhixing's ear.

Zhang Zhixing frowned, and at this moment, the entire Pilu Hall shook violently, as if a violent earthquake had occurred.

An Jing also felt his body sway for a while, and after he stabilized, he quickly turned his eyes to Pilu Hall.

"what happened!?"

"The big thing is bad. It seems that there is a change in the Pilu Temple."

At the same time, monks resting in the dormitory came out one after another~www.mtlnovel.com~ A black energy surged up into the sky, as if trying to break free from the prison of Pilu Hall.

"What a strong evil spirit!?"

An Jing's brows furrowed sharply, the black evil aura was extremely strong, and the pale golden light on the fragments of the Buddha statue in the Pilu Hall was fading little by little, as if being swallowed up by the evil evil energy.

The evil spirit is a disaster for ordinary people.

Even if Cao Linger is a master of an aristocratic family, she is helpless when she is infected by the evil spirit, and ordinary people may suffer serious illness if they are exposed to it a little.

"Could it be that at the bottom of the seal, there is a lot of evil energy?"

An Jing was shocked, and whispered to himself, "If you say that, this seal can't be broken..."

"Boom!"

At the moment when the evil spirit was about to break through the barrier, a huge drum sounded.

The sound of the drum seemed to be transformed into a tangible sound wave, and it seemed to spread around.

I saw Fazhi holding a drumstick, and in front of him was a huge twilight drum. As the drumstick in his hand fell fiercely, the evil spirit was shocked and shrank a bit downward.

But soon, as long as the yin and evil qi goes down, it will rush upwards with a more rapid attitude, more ferocious, more terrifying, and more unstoppable.

An Jing knew that this was Fazhi using the Mu Drum to fight against the surging evil spirit. Although the Mu Drum was also a treasure of Buddhism, it seemed that it was not effective against the evil spirit.

"The seal is about to be broken!" Zhang Zhixing said coldly when he saw this, "The great monk is just doing useless work."

Dai Ling didn't say a word, but watched the black qi keep surging up.

Chapter end