My disciples have hidden identities

The silver-robed captain led Bai Ling, held the unconscious young Kun, and walked towards this side with a proud face.

"finally reached."

The young master of the Black God was no longer in the mood to wait on the spot, he pushed away the people around him, and couldn't wait to greet Captain Yinpao, and said eagerly: "Where is it, take it out!"

Captain Yinpao pointed to You Kun floating on his finger, and said, "It's in this little girl's belly!"

Chapter 93: Jing Oxyson's Sword!

Young Master Black God: "..."

The young master Heishen raised his head to look at the young Kun tied to the white silk, thinking that you are fishing through it.

The silver-robed captain explained to the young master: "When we first arrived, we saw this little girl swallowed Jie Yuan in one gulp, and I didn't know how to get it out, so she even tied her back."

The gold-robed captain next to the young master of the black god came over and suggested: "Young master, why don't you cut open her stomach first?"

After hearing this, the young master Hei Shen glared at him, and said angrily: "Bastard! You can even say such a cruel method!"

The gold-robed captain smiled awkwardly: "Then what should we do, refining?"

The young master of the Black God frowned and muttered: "You guys go get some excrement and pour it down for her, see if she can spit it out, if you can't spit it out, practice again."

The golden-robed captain looked blank: "Excrement, what is it?"

"waste!"

The young master of the Black God kicked him: "Before you became a monk, didn't you ever shit?"

Golden Robe Captain: "..."

Why do I feel this is more cruel.

Just when the golden-robed captain was about to lead a few people towards the back, a stern sword light suddenly flashed from a distance, cutting straight at the white silk in the silver-robed captain's hand.

"There are enemies?"

Captain Yinpao subconsciously pulled Bai Ling and turned Jian Guang to the side.

next second.

Young Master Heishen and nearly 200 people gathered around him all looked in the direction of Jianguang.

A few hundred meters away from them, a figure was slowly walking towards them.

It was a figure who was neither tall nor strong, dressed in ordinary black clothes, and held a spiritual weapon, a wooden sword.

The desolate dark yellow sky is the background, and the barren desert sand is the road.

Jing Muxi walked towards the large group of demonic monks expressionlessly, all alone with a sword.

In his silent black pupils, a fearless flame burned.

"Give me back Junior Sister."

Jing Muxi's icy voice was full of endless killing intent, and it reached the ears of all the demons through the wind of yellow sand a hundred meters away.

Young Master Heishen frowned at Jing Muxi, buttoned his ears, turned to Captain Yinpao and asked, "Did you lure this idiot here?"

The captain of the silver robe shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly: "There are two people beside this little girl. I was anxious to dedicate Jieyuan to the young master, so I spared their lives. I didn't expect that I would dare to catch up."

"Oh."

The young master Hei Shen let out a soft voice, and waved his hand casually: "Go, kill him."

After that, he stopped paying attention to Jing Muxi, and continued to cast his fiery eyes on Young Kun.

A person?

He sneered in his heart, I have 200 people here!

When the young master Heishen gave an order, the subordinates around moved into action, and the dozens of people on the far side went straight to Jing Muxi, and the distance of hundreds of meters was only in the blink of an eye.

"call."

Jing Muxi watched dozens of colorful figures attacking him, a cold look appeared on his expressionless face, and after taking a deep breath, he tilted the wooden sword in his hand to his waist.

His body squatted halfway, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword rushed back, showing a gesture of drawing the sword.

An aura like a river reaching the sky poured out of him, rushing straight into the wild.

The endless sword intent slowly condensed, causing the space around him to tremble slightly.

His hand holding the wooden sword was shaking, and the wooden sword exuded great terror.

Power up, power up, power up again.

This is the ordinary sword swing Ji Pingsheng taught him, and he has been accumulating strength since the 1 sword.

Now it is 288 eight swords.

The sword intent converged, forming a domain around Jing Muxi.

The sword field is filled with invisible and chaotic sword energy, which cuts up the yellow sand, cuts up the wild rocks, and cuts up the air.

When the dozens of demonic monks approached within a hundred meters, Jing Muxi suddenly opened his eyes, which were icy cold.

"288 eight swords, cut!"

Jing Muxi murmured flatly, his wrist shook, and he pulled out the sword hidden at his waist suddenly, and slashed straight ahead!

The moment this sword was cut, one of his sword domains was instantly shattered, and endless sword energy poured into that cut.

This slash was as fast as a gust of wind, as fast as lightning, and an afterimage flashed by, and the sword light had already struck.

The sword light was pure white and dazzling, curving like a new moon, waving towards the front.

When the new moon sword light first formed, there was only a thin light, but with the influx of endless sword energy, it became longer and longer, and the crescent moon reached more than ten meters.

This sword light with the momentum of opening up the world contained Jing Muxi's strong killing intent, and within a thousandth of a second, it first slashed at dozens of demon monks who were coming towards him.

Those dozens of magic monks didn't react at all, and didn't make any reaction.

They only saw a dazzling white light flashing past them, so they didn't know anything.

Some people looked down blankly, but they could only see a trace of blood on their waists.

All, cut off at the waist.

The sword light didn't weaken at all after it crossed, and it cut straight at the demon army, and the center of the new moon was aimed at the young master of the black god!

"Danger!"

Seeing the huge sword light coming straight to them, the young master of the Black God's face changed drastically, and an extremely strong sense of death surged in his heart.

If this sword hits him, he will die!

He never expected that Jing Muxi, who was alone, would unleash such a powerful attack!

"Black God Halberd, White God Armor!"

The young master of the Black God didn't care about the other subordinates at all, he let out a soft drink, and two rays of light appeared on him, one black and one white.

In his hand is a pitch-black demon trident more than two meters long, and he is wearing pure white scale armor.

The halberd is made of the horns of the great monster, and the armor is made of the scales of the big monster.

Both secret treasures are first-class original products, both offensive and defensive.

He waved the Black God Halberd with both hands in a circle, and placed the halberd across his chest, billowing devilish energy gushed out, forming a nearly ten-meter barrier in front of the Black God Halberd, covering all the people around him.

next second.

The new moon and the sword glow first arrive.

The magic barrier shattered silently.

The young master of the Black God's expression changed drastically, and endless sword lights were reflected in his pupils.

The new moon's sword light came again, and directly chopped the black god halberd.

The powerful impact made the young master Hei Shen's hands tremble violently, and his body couldn't stop taking a dozen steps back.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, the magic halberd in the hands of the young master Hei Shen was bounced away.

With incomparable might and irresistible sword intent, Xinyue Jianguang slashed straight at the young master of the Black God.

boom!

The White God Armor on the body of the Young Master Black God instantly shattered a crack, and he jumped into the air!

He has secret treasures to protect him.

But not others.

Under this terrifying sword light, the monks who were more than 20 meters away from the young master of the black god were powerless to resist, and were cut off lazily in a trance.

Holding the white silk in his hands, the silver-robed captain froze the smile on his face, and looked at Jing Muxi in the distance with horror, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make any sound.

He let go of Bai Ling weakly, and fell heavily to the ground!

Chapter 94 Jing Osmanthus, Dangerous.

This new moon sword glow spanning hundreds of meters overturned the ground wherever it went, forcibly cutting off half a meter of land in a large area.

The ground in the middle dropped half a meter, and no one could stand up in this area where the ground had been cut off.

Except for the place in the middle that was crossed by the sword light, the height on the left and right sides is still intact.

The cultivators standing on the left and right sides had been stupefied by the invincible sword. They stared dumbfounded at the remains in the middle area, shivering as if falling into an ice cave.

They were rejoicing in their hearts, fortunately they were far away from the young master, otherwise, they would be one of the corpses on the ground!

"Cough cough!"

The young master of the black god, who was chopped off by this sword, climbed up from the ground. He looked at the messy land with a radius of hundreds of meters in horror, and waves of waves arose in his heart.

He didn't pay attention to Jing Muxi, who was alone, but after this sword strike, everything changed.

The young master of the Black God lowered his head to look at the White God Armor on his body. A deep sword mark appeared on the surface of the White God Armor, and even traces of blood flowed out.

If it weren't for the White God Armor, wouldn't he also be cut off in the middle? !

The young master Heishen's gaze on Jing Muxi changed instantly.

Where did this terrifying sword cultivator come from!

He subconsciously swept around his subordinates and pursed his lips.

Nearly a hundred people are missing!

One-third of the subordinates he brought into the Little Spirit World were directly wiped out by Jing Muxi's sword!

And the other surviving subordinates also looked terrified, apparently so frightened that they lost their will to fight, and stood there in a daze, at a loss.

"call."

Jing Muxi, who cut out the sword, panted slightly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.

tired.

This sword consumed a lot of his physical strength and mind, and his face turned pale.

He glanced straight ahead, without any hesitation in his resolute eyes, and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the group of monks.

his goal.

It was the young Kun who was thrown into the sky after the white silk was broken!

The distance of hundreds of meters passed in the blink of an eye. When Jing Muxi jumped forward, more than 100 monks of the magic way around all backed away in horror, and no one dared to step forward to stop it.

Boss, you are awesome, you pass first.

After seeing Jing Muxi's target, a smug look appeared on the face of the young master Heishen.

This is the boundary source that he spent a lot of effort to get, how can Jing Muxi take it away so easily? !

The young master of the black god straightened his lying hair, and his fried purple hair looked like a Saiyan.

"Come on the halberd!"

He roared angrily, and the Black God Halberd, which fell more than ten meters away, hit his palm through the air.