Pindao Longhushan, Mingdong Building!

The mountains are wide and the voice is loud. The rough man came barefoot. In the mountain wind, his loose long hair lifted up, revealing his deep eyes.

His eyes were as sharp as knives, the brilliance gathered together, condensed into one point, as terrifying as the tip of a knife.

"A Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain!?"

Zhou Dao's eyes sank slightly, and he felt an unusual aura from this man.

"Friend Daoist, you just killed my whetstone."

"Whetstone?" Zhou Dao whispered, looking at the corpse of the Night Crying Mantis beside him, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Is she your prey?"

"I stared at her for half a year."

"Why not kill?"

"It can be destroyed by raising your hand, why do you want to kill?"

"Do people like you need her tempering?"

"Supernatural powers are not enough to rely on, everything can be taught."

"Good Taoist priest, there are masters in Longhu Mountain Fruit."

Zhou Dao's eyes lit up, and with a few words, he saw Ji Feng.

The temperament of this Taoist priest is like a knife, hiding the sharp edge in the sheath, filling three points of awe, and swinging seven points of killing.

"Taoist, what do you want?" Zhou Dao pointed out, stepping on the corpse of the Night Crying Mantis.

Ming Donglou didn't even look at it, his sharp eyes fell on Zhou Dao.

"Let me sharpen your knife."

"good."

Zhou Dao became interested. Among the people he had met, he had never seen such an aura, such as splashing strong wine, before it entered the throat, it was three points intoxicating.

"Hold on!"

Ming Donglou whispered, he turned around, brushed up his loose long hair and put it up in a bun, there was actually a rather sensuous face under his rough figure.

"Six Swords Demon Lord!?"

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyi suddenly cried out.

He once wandered in Zhenlu Mountain, which was the last barrier of the sacred tomb.

I don't know how many disciples in Longhu Mountain practice here in order to seek a breakthrough, hoping to get the blessing of the ancestors, and they suddenly found that glimmer of opportunity in the dark.

The Demon King of Six Swords is definitely the best among these people.

This man, who used to be like a demon mansion in seventy-two caves, retreated completely.

In order to practice swordsmanship, he kowtowed at the ancient temple in Beihai and suffered from the mountain of thousands of swords.

In the eyes of the world, he is an ascetic on the way of refining the knife, gradually drifting away, and finally becomes sharp.

That day, before he had achieved supernatural powers, he had seen this man from a distance, and with a single strike, he killed a middle-level demon, with a ferocity beyond borders.

"Zhou Dao, be careful." Wang Xiaoyi shouted in a deep voice with a grim look on his face.

At this moment, he called out Zhou Dao's name, but Ming Donglou was indifferent. He sat on the ground and touched the rusty knife in his hand with the broken stone.

Zhou Dao looked at him quietly, concentrating on him.

The man's back was undulating, stretching like a Cangshan mountain. Pushing with both hands, the blade collided with the whetstone, splashing fire.

click click click...

His movements became louder and louder, and the sound of sharpening the knife became louder, and the collision of gold and stone was deafening.

hum...

Suddenly, the man moved, and with a flick of his wrist, the original rusty knife shone with a cold and bright brilliance, as if it was a very cold winter, and there was a lot of snow, and there was only a touch of whiteness in the world.

In a trance, the white light filled everyone's sight, sublimated to the extreme, and could not be stared at.

"Zhoudao..."

Wang Xiaoyi raised his hand to shield his eyes, but his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help crying out.

The Six-Sword Demon Lord has a fierce reputation, but when he actually saw it, he realized that there is nothing worthy of his reputation.

This man's sharpness is too fierce, even if he is now, he can't even face it squarely.

With a flash of knife light, it landed in front of him.

rumbling...

Between lightning and flint, Zhou Dao's body was full of evil dragon energy, and the dragon beard and Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the dragon chant shook the sky, blocking the terrible light of the sword.

"That's right, there are still masters at controlling demons in the world."

Ming Donglou's eyes lit up.

Zhou Dao's complexion changed slightly. Although he blocked the knife, he took half a step back.

The Dragon Beard Daoist Robe operated autonomously, but it didn't completely catch the terrifying sword intent. The dense sword energy was thrown into the flesh and blood like scales, penetrating three points into the bone.

The evil dragon qi roared like a flood, and it was just washed away.

Zhou Dao had never seen such a saber technique.

"Catch me again."

Ming Donglou whispered, and the powerful real energy suddenly rose from his heavenly spirit, like a spiritual incense was ignited, and the spiritual energy in the world became violent, as if being ignited by this spiritual incense-like real energy.

"Half a step into a gang!?" Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly.

This man is really not an ordinary [Returning Yuan Realm] strongman, he has almost transcended this realm, and he is only half a step away from going to a higher level.

You must know that the five steps of the real realm, the Chenggang realm inherits the Yuan at the top, and opens up the sea at the bottom, which is a watershed.

Only in this situation, I don't know how many masters have been stopped.

In a sense, their lives have been mutated, beyond the realm of ordinary reality.

True qi returns to Yuanhua liquid, gathers like incense and ascends to heaven.

This is a sign that it is about to become a gang. Once you step over it, the qi will turn into a gang, and the ever-changing changes will be another world.

If there is a spirit of worshiping incense on the head, the gods and ghosts will pay homage to the heartbroken.

rumbling...

Ming Donglou looked ruthless, shaking his left hand, unexpectedly a rusty knife appeared.

"Fellow Daoist, take the knife."

In the future, the blade's edge has arrived, and the two blades seem to rotate like black and white, turning into yin and yang, and the sudden momentum of the blade is like the North Sea, the raging waves of the eternal cold lake.

In the depths of the near-impossible cold pool, two spirit fish swim and intertwine, and where life is exhausted, there is also a splendid sublimation.

rumbling...

Finally, the two spirit fish broke through the raging waves, shattered the ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, broke through the sky, and transformed into dragons.

The soaring momentum is the sublimation of life, and it also hides the confidence to break through the extinction.

"Hundreds of sacrificial dragons!"

The evil dragon qi in Zhou Dao's body burned wildly, and indistinctly, black flames rushed out of his body, wrapping around his body.

In his palm, the sword light floated, and it was the Black Dragon Sword.

All the power of the Nielong Sword was poured into this first-grade magic weapon. In a trance, the dragon scales suddenly appeared, and the black water flowed, like the black river that could sink everything, swallowing up all the vitality that existed.

rumbling...

The sword energy is like a dragon soaring to the sky, and the sword light is like a fish spinning.

The two killing forces collided together, arousing a soaring brilliance.

The blue sky and the day, the brilliance of the sun are all overshadowed by this force.

The sky and the earth are all gone.

Only the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

Only the sword is sharp.

Terrible fluctuations swept through like a frenzy, spread out, and shook thousands of miles away.

Zhenlu Mountain ~lightnovelpub.net~ The peaks stand tall.

A cave, the door is wide open, and the clothes are fluttering, like a fairy coming out of the dust.

A woman's almond eyes turned around, looking at the beam of light soaring into the sky, a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"Miss, is that...Six Swords Demon Lord!?" The servant girl next to her was pale, and she felt a little startled at the mention of that name.

"That's [Yin Yang Fish] from Mingdong Building." The beautiful woman said in a deep voice.

Ming Donglou is known as the Demon King of Six Swords, and his first sword is named "Daxuefeng".

The second knife is the yin and yang fish.

Looking at Zhenlushan, there are only a handful of people who can take his second blow.

"Who? To be able to make Ming Donglou strike a second time!?"

The glamorous woman's wonderful eyes flowed, revealing deep curiosity.

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