Mortal bone

"Buzz!..."

The moment the arm stretched out from the pool of blood.

Ripples of spiritual power spread from that huge arm like ripples, and in an instant, Amon's condensed sword momentum was pushed away.

"Zheng!"

Seeing this situation, Amon didn't panic, but just pushed the palm of the sword finger forward with a proud face.

"boom!"

When the two forces collided, the turbulent wind, like a sickle, flew non-stop over the pool of blood.

"Zheng!"

There was only a stalemate for a moment, and with the sound of another sword sound, a sword mark was drawn by Amon's long sword on the palm of the huge blue-gray palm.

Immediately, Amon's sword power poured down again, pressing the palm of that giant hand back into the pool of blood little by little.

The demon cultivator behind the giant hand was shocked and angry after seeing this scene.

They didn't expect that Amon's sword was so powerful.

Immediately, only a demon clan roared:

"Offer your flesh and blood, and you will live forever in the body of my lord, why are you hesitating?!"

"We are willing to sacrifice our flesh and blood for our Lord!"

As soon as the words fell, the demon cultivators in front of him with fanatical eyes blew themselves up one after another and sank into the pool of blood below.

"boom!"

As more than a dozen demon cultivators sank into the blood pool together, demon energy suddenly rose from the huge blue-gray arm, and the arm that was about to retreat to the blood pool after being pressed by Amon's sword slowly grew again. .

At the same time, a huge amount of devilish energy began to gather at the fingertip of the index finger of that palm.

In the end, this huge demonic energy gathered into a green willow leaf at his fingertips.

"call!……"

A strong gust of wind blew, and the green willow leaves flew out from the sword finger of the demon's index finger, and flew straight towards Amon's main door, the dead wood of the flying sword.

In the end, the willow leaf hit the deadwood's sword tip.

"Bang!" Amidst the loud noise, the seemingly weak willow leaves trembled when they hit the rotten wood, and the sword power that had been accumulated for a long time was shattered in an instant.

"Crack!" The moment the sword shattered, Amon flew out, grabbed the handle of the rotten wood sword with his hand, and then slashed hard on the willow leaf with his sword.

"Boom!" Amidst the explosion, the willow leaf was split in half by Amon's sword.

Immediately, Amon raised his sword again, and gathered the momentum of the sword with all his strength, and then he swung the sword like a sea, and slashed heavily towards the huge blue-gray demon hand.

And at the moment when Amon's sword was slashed, that blue-gray giant hand suddenly closed its index finger and middle finger together to form a sword finger.

The moment the two fingers were brought together, a majestic sword intent aroused the momentum of the heaven and earth, turned into a willow leaf-shaped sword energy, and faced Amon's sword straightly.

"Boom!" When the two swords collided, Amon's sword power collapsed almost instantly, and his figure flew out straight upside down, falling towards the Jade Bone Grass grassland like a cannonball.

And that willow leaf-shaped sword energy is only missing a corner.

After a slight pause, the willow leaf-shaped sword energy chased Amon again, as if he would never stop until he killed Amon.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Amon fell heavily into the grass of Jade Bone Grass.

"Just a single strand of sword energy from the ancient demon's remnant body has such power. There is no end to one stroke of the sword. It's a pity that my sword path, Amon, will stop here today."

Looking at the willow-leaf-shaped sword energy stabbing towards him, there was no panic or fear on Amon's face, only deep regret.

"Forget it, although it is better to die by Su Chan's sword, but to die by an ancient demon's sword, it is not in vain for me, Amon, to come to this world for a while."

Amon suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and then looked directly at the willow leaf-shaped sword air that was falling rapidly in the air.

"call!……"

And at this moment, another strange wind blew across the grassland, followed by Amon, who was stunned to see the Jade Bone Grass beside him, as if they had come to life , Qiqi suddenly made the same action.

Even though this movement looks very crude, but as a swordsman who has practiced swords all his life, he can still recognize it at a glance——

"Draw the sword."

These plants, Jade Bone Grass, are drawing their swords together.

A grass is drawing a sword.

This thought inexplicably made Amon's scalp tingle.

Then, something that surprised him even more happened.

Sword intents, sword intents not inferior to his Cang Hai sword intent, were emerging from the jade bone grass beside him.

Ten ways, a hundred ways, a thousand ways...

Amon's face froze there, he had even forgotten that death was in front of him, and there were only thousands of terrifying sword intents left in his heart.

"Zheng!——"

And with the sound of a mighty sword sound, thousands of sword qi, like arrows leaving the string, shot out from the grass around him.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

Amon, who was dumbfounded, could only see the willow leaf-shaped sword qi, which burst apart under the bombardment of thousands of sword qi.

At the same time, the Jade Bone Grass rose up from his side, and led by a young figure, charged towards the monster in the blood pool.

In a trance, Amon only felt that what he saw was not some grass, but a famous and fearless demon-slaying monk.

"That legend... is actually true?!"

Amon suddenly remembered that ridiculous legend.

He resisted the severe pain in his body and sat up from the ground, trying to look in the direction of the blood pool.

Then he saw that the Jade Bone Grass began to rush into the blood pool recklessly, killing the giant hand in the blood pool.

Gradually.

The Jade Bone Grass began to change into a human form in Amon's eyes. He was tall, short, old, or young, with different figures, appearances, and even the sword techniques he used.

The only thing they have in common is their fearless aura in front of that monster.

Someone fell in front, and someone behind immediately made up for it, without even the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, Amon no longer doubted the legend.

"it is true."

"In order to seal the demon god, the rumors that countless monks died on this land one after another are true."