My wife is the sect leader

"Since that's the case, my Demon Sect will keep this matter in mind."

Knowing Puwen King Kong's intentions, Duanmu Xinghua could only retreat to meet Puwen King Kong.

The golden light and the black light intertwined, running through this piece of heaven and earth, and suddenly intertwined with energy, shaking the world with a roar.

The long sword in Baihu Sword Immortal's hand was extremely fierce, and one of them directly faced Su Lian and Su Yue.

At the same time, the battle officially kicked off, and the masters behind An Jing fought towards Dongluoguan ahead.

The masters in the Devil's Cult also rushed out. These are the top masters of the Devil's Cult, and any one picked out and placed in the Jianghu will be a master.

The sound of shouting and killing was deafening, echoing in the heaven and earth, especially when several of the masters fought against each other, it made the earth tremble even more.

"kill!"

Chen Ayi and Zeng Fanqing dared to enter the battlefield when they saw that the master's hand was blocked, and they were all masters who avoided the Demon Cult far away.

Compared to Puwen King Kong, Su Lian, Su Yue and the others, both of them really fought hard, but the two of them were at the first rank, and they were blocked by the masters of the Demon Cult in an instant.

However, they themselves also know that they do not rely on them, but on the black-robed man in the distance if they want to crush the Demon Cult this time.

And they are just contributing to this prestige.

"Uncle Luo, stand up for me, I'm going to get the dog's head of the leader of the Demon Cult!"

An Jing spoke to Luo Chongyang in the distance.

A master who is a half-step master, he wants to kill him himself, first to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Luo Chongyang nodded slightly, and replied: "There are still masters in the Fengmotai who have yet to make a move. I will stop it for you, but once that old thing comes, your uncle and I won't last long."

Hearing Luo Chongyang's words, An Jing quickly rushed towards Dong Luoguan.

"The Ghost Swordsman is here!"

Seeing An Jing walking towards Dongluoguan, many masters of the Devil's Cult felt a chill in their hearts.

Duanmu Xinghua, Yi Daoyun, Lin Tianhai and others were blocked, and the remaining first-rank Tianzong masters only dared to watch from a distance, and did not dare to make a move at all.

"Since you dare not come out, then I will kill you until you come out!"

An Jing held the Suppressing Evil Sword and looked up at the Xiongguan in front of him.

After the words fell, An Jing raised the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.

The next moment, the wind and sand filled the air, countless true qi gathered on the Suppressing Evil Sword, cold light surged between the sky and the earth, and the biting frontal cold pierced everyone's bones.

Feeling the chill coming from that, Luo Chongyang murmured to himself, "Suppressing Evil Sword is really suitable for him."

"What a terrifying way of the sword."

Yi Daoyun panted heavily, his eyes were filled with horror, he knew the ghost swordsman's sword way better than others.

It's no wonder that Cui Daoxian and Zhong Binru were all defeated by him. I'm afraid even Lin Yiyang's swordsmanship is far inferior to him.

With a swipe of the Suppressing Evil Sword in An Jing's hand, a beam of sword light stretching across the sky and earth sprang out from the blade of the sword.

Before the sword light came out, the Demon Cult masters in front of him and the people fighting all flew away into the distance.

"Hey!"

"Boom! Boom!"

I saw that ray of sword light slashing heavily on the majestic pass, and there was an astonishing sound, and then the city wall that had stood for hundreds of years suddenly burst open.

"boom!"

The city wall collapsed, splashing smoke and dust all over the sky, burying everyone in the smoke, and the entire East Luoguan trembled.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the sky and the earth suddenly became clear, and the city wall of Dongluoguan had disappeared, leaving only ruins.

Break through with one sword!

An Jing stood in front of the ruins, his black robe fluttering with the strong wind.

The East Luo Pass in front of him can be seen at a glance, especially the East Luo Tower standing in the center of the East Luo Pass.

Duanmu Xinghua and other Demon Sect masters were slightly taken aback, they didn't expect that the city wall that had stood for hundreds of years would be chopped down by that ghost swordsman with a single sword strike.

An Jing didn't speak, and walked towards Dongluo Pass with the soles of his feet on the smoke and dust.

None of the members of the Devil's Cult dared to speak out to stop them.

But at the next moment, his footsteps paused slightly.

In front of him, a cloud of black mist was approaching at an extremely fast speed.

""Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Tome"!?"

Su Yue and Su Lian looked at each other with a trace of solemnity in their eyes.

The two who practiced Tianxin Tribulation were very sensitive to the secret techniques of martial arts that surpassed Tianwu, and recognized the martial arts displayed by the person in front of them at a glance.

Luo Chongyang narrowed his eyes, and sent a voice transmission to An Jing: "The leader of the Demon Cult is a bit weird, please be careful."

An Jing narrowed his eyes into a slit at the moment, staring at the person in front of him.

Naturally, he would not be unfamiliar with the "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Tome", because he knew it before, and he had almost reached the fifth level of cultivation.

Jiang Renyi, the leader of the Demon Cult in front of him, actually knows this kind of martial arts, what does that mean! ?

Thinking of this, An Jing felt a chill in his heart.

"Master!"

Duanmu Xinghua, Lin Tianhai and others were overjoyed when they saw the black mist appear.

Demon leader! ?

Everyone looked over and looked at the black mist.

But no one can peek at the figure in the black mist.

In the black mist, Zhao Qingmei looked at the ghost swordsman in front of her, "Your Excellency is very generous."

An Jing grasped the long sword and said with a sneer, "Unexpectedly, this famous leader of the Demon Cult is also a rat who hides his head and shows his tail."

In front of him, the leader of the Demon Cult not only did not show his figure, but even his voice was made of ventriloquism.

A trace of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Zhao Qingmei's mouth, "Joke, who in the world doesn't know that you are a scumbag who hides his head and shows his tail?"

An Jing didn't care, and then asked with frowned eyebrows: "It seems that you still got the "Nine Nether Purgatory Code", so what about the person who gave you this martial arts?"

Tan Yun once said that they imprisoned Zhao Qingmei under the Demon Sealing Well for the sake of the "Nine Serenity Purgatory Codex". Now that they have obtained the "Nine Serenity Purgatory Codex", they don't know what happened to Zhao Qingmei.

"You want to know?"

"I really want to. If you tell me, I will make you die very happily."

"Hahahahaha."

Zhao Qingmei couldn't help laughing out loud.

An Jing said coldly: "Speak or not?"

"It doesn't hurt to tell you."

Zhao Qingmei's smile subsided, and she said indifferently: "The person who gave me this "Nine Nether Purgatory Code" has long since died."

Her "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Code" was obtained from the eighth generation leader of the Demon Cult, and the eighth generation leader died long ago.

It doesn't matter whether this secret is said or not.

"died!?"

An Jing was like a bolt from the blue, his mind was blank.

Zhao Qingmei is dead! ?

I am late! ?

He stepped back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

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Zhao Qingmei frowned slightly. Although she didn't know why the death of the eighth generation leader of the Demon Cult moved the Ghost Swordsman so much, she knew it was an excellent opportunity.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, the black mist moved violently and rushed forward rapidly.

fast!

too fast!

Zhao Qingmei stepped forward, like a dexterous wind, and could feel the chilling cold light from the black mist.

"Hey!" "Hey!"

The moment the blade struck, An Jing's heart was extremely cold, and then he felt that the hairs on his body were standing on end.

The Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand subconsciously lifted up, sandwiching the two breathtaking blade lights.

"Clang!"

A huge strength came out from it, shaking his arms sore and numb. Fortunately, his body had a faint tendency to be tempered towards the jade bone, otherwise this blow would be enough to injure him. Even so, his steps retreated. After three or four steps, it stopped.

"What a powerful ghost swordsman!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei thought to herself, she must have known that her move just now was because of his distraction, but he failed to kill him, so I have to say that his reaction was quick.

"Not a half-step master?"

Luo Chongyang frowned when he saw this. The leader of the demon sect is not a half-step master as he said, but has the strength of a master at the peak, and he has also practiced the "Nine Nether Purgatory Code". The ghost swordsman is low.

"really!"

Feng Lingyue, who was watching the battle in the distance, felt a twitch in her heart, "This Demon Cult leader is really not simple."

Ever since the Demon Cult leader said he wanted to challenge the ghost swordsman, Feng Lingyue felt a little strange. The half-step master challenged the ghost swordsman who killed the second qi master. Could it be that he was sending himself to death?

"Old Ancestor, what should we do now?" Dai Danshu asked beside him.

"Look at the situation again, there is no rush anyway."

Feng Lingyue chuckled, and said: "No matter what, the Devil's Cult will definitely be hit hard today, and it's even more impossible to enter Dayan. My Five Poison Sect has been stable for a hundred years."

Regardless of whether the Demon Sect wins or loses today, his Five Poison Sect is always the winner.

Many other masters also saw the strength of the leader of the Demon Cult, and all of them frowned, quite shocked in their hearts.

"Tick!"

The bright red dripped down the tiger's mouth to the ground, dyeing the ground red.

An Jing stood there dumbly, neither speaking nor moving.

For some reason, Zhao Qingmei's Liu brows frowned even tighter, and the twin knives in her hands trembled a little, and she felt a chill from the blood.

An Jing chuckled, and suddenly remembered a lot.

In fact, whether you love someone or not, from the moment she leaves you, your heart will give you the answer.

That kind of pain is suffocating and desperate.

"Then under my hand, see the real chapter."

An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei in the distance, without any expression in his eyes.

Zhao Qingmei sneered, and said, "As you wish."

The air of frontal cold is filling the world, and the Suppressing Evil Sword is like a pillar of the sky, standing between the sky and the earth, exuding astonishing fluctuations. figure.

This sharp edge makes everyone palpitate.

An Jing's figure suddenly rushed out, the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand carried a terrifying wave of sword energy.

Swish!

Thousands of sword glows plundered directly at the black mist.

Zhao Qingmei looked at the terrifying An Jing with a calm face, and pointed her fingers in the air.

Immediately, the zhenqi rioted in this area, and a light rainbow of zhenqi about several feet suddenly shot out from his fingertips.

"boom!"