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Wei Lang swung the knife in his hand towards Zhong Lin fiercely. In one swing, the whole hall was enveloped by the violent knife energy. The knife spirit soared into the sky and broke through the clouds.

Roar!

Waves of knife sounds like tiger roars sounded, just like a vicious tiger roaring to the sky.

Zhong Lin's pupils shrank, his hair stood on end, and his heart was pounding.

Wei Lang was only in the Yin-Yang realm of the Gang period. Although Zhong Lin was two realms lower than him, he could easily suppress him with his transformed "Five Elements Mixed Yuan Gong" and powerful body. However, after shaking hands with this strange knife, Zhong Lin only felt a sense of fear of death enveloping his whole body. Just the burst of knife energy made his eyebrows pierce.

"Hide!"

Zhong Lin did not dare to hesitate at all. His figure suddenly moved, and his spine surged like a dragon rising into the sky. He quickly dodged and avoided this terrifying knife.

Boom!

The airflow was extremely strong, and endless hurricanes were pulled up, sweeping the sky with a blast of Gangfeng.

Zhong Lin was blown away. He dodged the attack of the sword energy at the critical moment, but even so, his blood and qi were churning and his spirit was shaking.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie also ran quickly in the distance. They naturally felt the terrifying sword energy.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Chi Zhonglin stood in front of Zhong Lin with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine. Be careful of the knife in his hand."

Zhong Lin shook his head and reminded him with a serious face.

Bian Yingjie also took out his life weapon, the spear, and looked at Wei Lang, who looked like a god or demon, with caution and doubt. To be precise, it was the knife in his hand.

"Is this... a king weapon? Damn, it's really a king weapon."

"King weapon? Where is it? Where is it?"

After just a scan, both of them kept their eyes on the long knife in Wei Lang's hand.

The blade of the knife is four feet long and half a foot wide. It is dark black with dark red lines like human meridians. An animal spine is clearly visible on the inside of the blade, and the bone spurs on the vertebra are as sharp as teeth.

The tip of the knife is slightly tilted upward to form a perfect arc, and there are several jagged notches near the tip of the blade. The whole blade gives people an indescribable beauty, a beauty full of killing.

The unknown double-headed animal head image on the handle gives people a ferocious and fierce feeling. The blood-red eyeballs are full of killing intent, as if even the soul is trapped in it.

The most important thing is the terrifying power contained in this knife, which is incomparable to the treasure weapon. Only the stronger king weapon can do it.

The weapons used by warriors are all nurtured by themselves, and the king weapon can only be nurtured by the strong at the king level.

This is the weapon of the king-level strong!

If it was in the hands of a powerful king, naturally no one would dare to make a move, but its owner is now just a small warrior in the Yin-Yang realm, how could it not arouse the envy of others.

Bian Yingjie and Chi Zhonglin looked at each other and saw the greed in each other's eyes.

"So this is the real treasure of the inheritance land of Zhenhai Sect, and the others are just some accessories. What should we do?"

"What should we do? Snatch it from him. How can a junior in the Yin-Yang realm be qualified to have such a powerful magic weapon? If I guessed correctly, this is the demon-breaking knife in the hands of the founder of Zhenhai Sect. The vertebrae on the blade were taken from a king-level monster, the Red Flame Tiger King. How can such a magic weapon be missed?"

Bian Yingjie licked his cracked lips and said viciously.

"Okay, snatch it first, and we'll talk about the distribution later. Junior brother, you hold the line and don't let him run away." Chi Zhonglin ordered without looking back

Zhong Lin nodded and slowly stepped aside.

Tat tat!

Wei Lang held the Demon-Breaking Sword upside down and stepped out of the Black Stone Castle.

He stepped out step by step, and the slight air flow blew, and the sword intent soared into the sky and broke through the clouds.

Roar!

Waves of sword sounds like tiger roars sounded, just like a hungry tiger roaring to the sky.

As he moved forward step by step, the sword force became more and more concentrated, and the cyclone around him swept the dust in the sky, mighty and murderous.

With the murderous intent of splitting mountains and breaking seas, he pressed forward.

"You will all die."

From a distance of dozens of feet, Wei Lang shouted violently, and the sharp shout was like a blade, cutting through the sky and shaking hundreds of miles, and even directly shocked some evil demons to death.

"Eight swords to kill demons, hurricane."

Wei Lang roared violently, and the Demon-Breaking Sword in his hand suddenly rose up, and chopped it out from a distance of dozens of feet.

Roar!

The air flow was turbulent, as if the actual sword light stretched out.

First, a tiger tail as thick as a child's arm stretched out, and a light stroke in the air blew out a fierce gust of wind, followed by four tiger claws as big as millstones suddenly stretched out, and the sharp claws tore the air.

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Then the majestic and agile body was full of power, and finally the huge tiger head emerged from it, and the huge fangs as long as three feet flashed with cold light.

Rumble!

The giant tiger formed by the sword light looked around, looking down on the world, and the tiger's mouth opened slightly, and the tiger roared through the sky.

Then, a hurricane several feet wide was pulled up, sweeping the sky with gusts of wind and explosion.

Within hundreds of miles, those earthly evil demons who had never had brains could not help but tremble at the sound of the sword and kneeled on the ground.

"Brother, be careful. This is the Zhenhai Sect's 'Eight Demon-Slaying Swords.'" Zhong Lin reminded loudly.

"Eight Swords to Slay Demons" is a powerful weapon that is no less powerful than "Eight Styles of Azure Dragon", and even has better lethality. Long Zhao once introduced this powerful sword technique of Zhenhai Sect to Zhong Lin, but the murderous aura of this sword technique is too sharp, and it is easy to hurt others and yourself before it is practiced to perfection, so it is generally shelved, and few disciples of Zhenhai Sect practice it.

The style that Wei Lang performed is called "Hurricane", which was created by the founder of Zhenhai Sect after watching the ancient hurricane. With one slash of the sword, the light is like a tornado, slashing straight and blocking, crushing anyone or anything.

"Good sword, good sword technique."

Chi Zhonglin's eyes faced this sword technique directly, not only fearless, but also full of fighting spirit.

He exclaimed in his heart, and tore the storm in the sky apart with a step.

With his right hand, he grabbed the void, and the black heavy sword fell into his palm.

"Heavy Sword·Starfall."

As Chi Zhonglin's faint voice floated, a magnificent and domineering sword light rose high in a burst of piercing sword sounds that emptied the sky and split the clouds, piercing through the clouds.

Then it suddenly slashed down, splitting the sky and slashing directly at Wei Lang's sweeping storm of sword light.

Wei Lang smiled violently, and the sweeping storm of sword light gathered, and the giant tiger of sword light roared to meet Chi Zhonglin's heavy sword.

Boom!

In the eyes of everyone, the rolling sword energy and sword energy collided with a loud bang.

The sound of the collision of swords and swords covered the entire secret realm like a thunderous roar, and countless evil demons screamed and their bodies and souls were annihilated, leaving only pure evil energy.