In the void, the devilish energy agitated, fifteen monsters in the realm of the nobles united and pushed them horizontally, no one dared to stop them all the way.

They came to the air above the Wei River.

In Weishui, after five years, the Flood Demon King has adapted to the days of being suppressed.

His injury had recovered as before, and Lin Jiufeng did not restrict him from absorbing the spiritual energy, he kept absorbing it, and he had already broken through the venerable long ago.

But he still couldn't get out of trouble.

Those thirty-six demon swords firmly suppressed him, and the Flood Demon King resisted with the strength of the venerable.

He struggled hard and swept the Weishui, the waves surging.

It was a rainy night, and the Flood Demon King raised up all his strength and moved the sword formation.

But just when he was about to succeed, a force of strength fell invisibly, as if he was holding a thirty-six magic sword and thrusting it forcefully.

All the counterattacks of the Flood Demon King were useless. He was cut off from his vitality and fell into the Weishui.

Suppressed again.

That night, Demon King Jiao deeply understood the horror of Lin Jiufeng.

So now he saw the fifteen monsters in the realm of the venerable rushing towards him with great fanfare, he was disdainful in his heart.

"They are looking for a dead end." Demon King said.

The Weishui boiled and spread to both sides, and a huge Sky Bull stepped out of the water.

He also has a master's cultivation base, and his injuries have healed.

"Being suppressed together for ten years, I still don't understand the horror of that person. It's really sad." Qingtian Barbarian sighed.

He recognized these fifteen monsters.

Everyone was suppressed together, and in the Devil's Cave, they often discussed how strong Lin Jiufeng was and how fast he could improve.

Why did you get out of the devil's cave? After a few years, these demons have forgotten?

"How do you think these demons can be eliminated?" Demon King Jiao asked.

"Three tricks, after all, they are all venerable." Qingtian Barren Bull thought for a while and said.

"I think it's just one move!" Demon King believes himself.

Qing Tian said, "That's too scary. If that's the case, I don't think even if the big brother wakes up, it will not be so good to save you."

The Demon King stopped talking, just watched silently.

There should be no fluctuations in the clear sky over the Wei River.

But suddenly a ball of devilish energy was shot, it was huge, and it was about to fly to the imperial capital.

But in the next second, within the imperial capital, Lin Jiufeng cut out a sword.

The world suddenly quieted, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the fifteen Venerable Demons, holding a long sword, walking out of the void, and then slashing the long sword.

Just so suddenly, there was no sign at all, the pupils of these demon sacreds were widened, and the billowing demon energy in each body was about to explode to destroy this sword energy.

But everything is too late.

Pouch!

This figure and this sword aura, superimposed together, is the power to destroy the sky and the earth.

Headed by Lord Bat King, the sword energy passed through his neck and cut off his head.

Then the trend continued. In a short instant, the heads of the other fifteen demons were cut off.

The blood shot violently, falling like rain.

Tick ​​tick to tick to fall.

The Weishui received the blood and fell into the Weishui. Under the nourishment of the huge spiritual energy, the creatures in the water were the ones who benefited.

One by one the heads of the demon smashed down, puffing and puffing, splashing water.

Then, this sword energy also cut open the area where the devil energy was condensed.

Fifteen corpses were all smashed into the Weishui River.

Only the figure that walked out of the void, holding a long sword, standing in the void, the body looming, behind him, a sword light shrouded like a big sun.

The whole world is quiet.

The originally excited magic door was speechless at the moment.

It seems that the lively major sects, major families, are deflated and discouraged.

This is too scary, right?

Someone discovered the difference between Lin Jiufeng.

In Weishui, the suppressed Demon King was shocked and said: "This sword is the flying sword technique of the sword **** in the old calendar for thousands of years!"

He recognized it.

Lin Jiufeng flew thousands of miles with this sword, and then slashed fifteen Venerable Demons with one sword.

"Using the Divine Soul Imperial Sword, the Heaven and Earth Avenue to temper the divine soul, walking out of the void, but spanning thousands of miles, flying a sword, slashed these fifteen monsters." The Demon King said in shock.

In the last era, the sword **** in the old calendar thousand years was very terrifying.

One-handed flying fairy technique is definitely an invincible killer move for many people.

I don’t know how many swordsmen want to learn a sword.

However, there was no disciple of the sword **** in the thousand years of the old calendar. He thought he had been lost after his death, but he did not expect to see it today.

"But... how did he learn flying swordsmanship?" The Flood Demon King was puzzled.

Pingtian Great Sage Qingtian Barbarian Niu explained: "I told him that there is a very gloomy place under the Demon Cave, where countless senior masters who died in battle are buried. He may have gone to explore, and then obtained flying swordsmanship."

"That's also very scary. It has only been a few years. He has been so proficient in flying swordsmanship and has such great power. He is simply the son of luck in this era." The Flood Demon King sighed, envy and hate.

"Yeah, people like him are not something we can deal with. These monsters are too self-reliant. What is the difference between this and death?" Pingtian Dasheng looked at the corpse floating in the Weishui, UU reading www.uukanshu.com With emotion.

"One said one, even more stupid than I am." The Flood Demon King said honestly.

Over the past five years, he has changed his character a lot.

"I think it's just as stupid." Pingtian Great Sage Qingtian murmured.

The Flood Demon King chose to ignore him.

At least he is still alive, and he can practice on his own.

…

In the cold palace, Lin Jiufeng maintained the posture of the sword, and said to Princess Yulin: "Did you see it clearly?"

Princess Yulin looked at Lin Jiufeng in surprise.

Everything in my mind was the sword just now.

That sword is a magnificent, incomparable, stunning the world.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Princess Yulin covered her mouth, suppressing her excitement, and asked.

"Flying swordsmanship, you have a good understanding. Once you have a thorough understanding, you can break through the realm of the venerable." Lin Jiufeng collected the sword and handed it to Princess Yulin.

"Grandpa, is this just this sword?" Princess Yulin wanted to see more swords.

"The enemy is dead, who am I going to kill?" Lin Jiufeng refused. In today's world, he hasn't found anyone who can make him a second sword.

"Go back and take a good look, don't think about it." Lin Jiufeng raised his hand and sent Princess Yulin away.

"By the way, let the Emperor go to find those magic gates. Everyone will have to pay indemnities and severe penalties. If you dare to disagree, ask them to disappear. The magic gates are really rampant in recent years, and they dare to feather my dynasty. The imperial capital of China started, the lives of thousands of people are not trivial, and they must know the pain, so they won't do it so easily next time." Lin Jiufeng said coldly.

"I will tell the emperor brother, if the emperor brother knows that the grandfather has taken action, he will be extremely excited." Princess Yulin said with a bright smile.

"Go." Lin Jiufeng waved.