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Whoosh swish swish swish swish swish...

The ancient colored sword, the stone heart sword, the endless sword, the Tianyin sword, the Ye Ling sword, the Shengwu sword... the body of the hundred magic swords that were free from power and blood souls flew back on their own and stabbed towards the Wuji sword box.

Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish...

Hundred swords return to the sheath.

Everything is silent.

What method?

The seriously injured Zixing forced his will and stared at the scene with his old eyes wide open.

She specializes in spiritual practice for so many years and has thoroughly studied magic weapons, but has never seen such a strange scene.

That's a mysterious skill?

Or a magic weapon?

Who is that person?

What exactly is inside that sword box?

Why... he can kill the powerful spirit soul power with the fourth grade of Lingxuan Shi alone?

Even though this powerful man is at the end of his strength, why does he have such a means?

The endless desire for knowledge ignited the madness in Zixing's heart, but she couldn't even figure it out...

"Master Zixing...This...what is this...sense?"

The teacher next to him swallowed and said in shock.

"I...I don't know either..."

Zi Xing shook his head and said bitterly: "I don't even know who this person is. It seems... my knowledge is still too shallow!"

"His name is Wuji!"

At this time, a weak voice came from behind.

People looked at him in unison, but saw that the person who was talking was Mu Feng, who was bleeding all over his body and was seriously injured.

Mu Feng stood up with difficulty, covered his bloody belly, staring at the man with residual faces who had climbed up from the ground with his eyes wide open.

"His name is Wuji...he saved me."

"But... he has a strong demonic aura! He is a member of the demon clan!! He must be someone from the Demon Continent!"

Wukong beside him shouted.

"No!!!"

Mu Feng shouted with a solemn expression and stared at Wukong with a torch: "No matter whether he is a demon or not, he saved me, he killed the Blood Soul, avenged the dead guard of my Mu family, and he saved all of us!! Even if he is a demon, he is also my Mu Feng's life-saving benefactor!!"

Wukong stumbled his lower lip and was speechless.

Zi Xing and others didn't say anything. It was not that they were not grateful to this person in their hearts, but that was really related to the demon, which would be something that would be unsatisfactory in their lifetime.

The man wearing a sword suit, carrying a sword box, and wearing an iron-colored residual face stood up from the ground with difficulty.

His steps staggered and his body shaking, like a drunken person.

The face exposed outside the rest of the face was extremely pale.

He tried his best to move towards the death of the blood soul, towards the dark sword, every step was extremely heavy, and every step seemed to consume life.

Finally, he moved to the blood soul corpse, and the process seemed to have been through a century.

He reached out his hand and grabbed the dead sword.

The trembling five fingers moved over lightly, and finally, the man held the hilt of the sword. In an instant, a rich clear stream flowed out from the dark hilt of the sword, spreading all over the man's body...

The Death Sword, which absorbed the strong vitality of the blood soul, gave him strength again at this moment.

After the Jian Lao realized it, he suddenly realized it.

No wonder this kid dared to open his spiritual eyes and qi veins and maximize the transmission of his spiritual mysterious aura. The Death Sword used the death breath to absorb vitality and transformed it into the spiritual mysterious aura to fill his body again, so he had the spare energy to leave, so he dared to be so bold.

This kid has a unique vision of things than me. He is really not an ordinary person, he is brave and resourceful.

Mr. Jian felt that he was not as good as he was.

Holding the Death Sword and getting the strong spiritual breath it gave, Su Yun's body was moistened, and his face looked better.

Before he could speak, he took a breath and sent the Death Sword to the scabbard behind him. He looked at Zi Xing, Mu Feng and others on the other end, and turned around and wanted to leave.

Bang!bang!bang!bang!bang...

At this time, a series of explosions sounded.

Then he saw that blood and flesh were flying everywhere in the blood mist, and a large number of monsters and demons were blown to the ground. The fierce fighting and shouts of fellow men started to ring again.

"Everyone, go to the square to support Lord Zixing!!! Hurry!!!"

"Kill all these despicable and cruel demons!!"

"Kill!!"

The screams kept ringing, and the turbulent spiritual aura kept rushing towards it.

Su Yun's face changed slightly, but he did not move, and he looked ahead quietly.

But as the blood mist gradually dissipated, hastily figures rushed towards here.

There are figures everywhere, and everyone's face is full of anger and resentment.

This is a hatred for the demon.

"Boy, be careful!"

The old sword whispered.

Su Yun nodded and touched his hand behind him again.

There seems to be no way around.

But when necessary, Su Yun didn't mind fighting for the last breath and fighting for a bloody path.

He doesn't care about good or evil, as long as someone threatens him, it will be evil.

"What a strong demonic aura!! There is also a demon here!!"

At this time, a young man with a strong spirit discovered Su Yun's existence and immediately shouted loudly.

"Kill!! Kill all the demons, no one left!"

"Let these bastards go back to the Demon Continent!!"

The voices of men and women have never stopped.

Su Yun secretly held the sword tightly and was about to take action.

But I heard a weak but tough shout from the other end.

"Stop! Don't hurt Venerable Wuji!!"

Although the voice was weak, the caller obviously used all his strength.

People looked at Zhi in unison and were shocked to find that the person who spoke was actually Dean Zixing.

The leader of the team leader's "Yuanhuo City" city defense captain stood up and saluted the dean, then said: "Director, this person is full of demonic aura. He is determined to be a demon, why can't he hurt him?"

"He killed the Blood Soul and saved our lives! He is not an ordinary demon!"

Zi Xing covered his aching chest and slowly recited the old voice.

"What?"

Everyone was puzzled, and their faces were filled with surprise.

"This person saved Lord Zixing and the others?"

"Has he killed the demon?"

"Who is Blood Soul?"

The sound of staggering sounds kept coming.

But it is obvious that Su Yun doesn't want to stay here for a long time.

But seeing him take a few steps back, he suddenly takes out the "Qianyuan" from the sword box, throws it into the air, then jumps and flies on the sword.

"He is going to run away!"

"You can't just let him leave like that!"

Someone shouted again.

"Don't take action. If anyone dares to hurt him, he will be against my Mu family!"
To be continued...