The liver produces the strongest player

The sword light like a flowing rainbow flew out from the darkness outside the stone chamber, and attacked all the demonic people present without distinction.

Several demonic people with lower cultivation bases, including An Yue, just resisted for a while, and were instantly sent flying by the terrifying sword light.

Among them, three sword lights shot towards An Jia. An Jia's face darkened, and three red lotus fires immediately formed in front of him between his hands.

He played the seal formula in his hand, and the three lotus fires were arranged in a circle, enclosing the sword glow in the center.

The powerful spiritual power originating from the mid-innate stage spreads in this lotus formation, like a red barrier, blocking the sword glow.

"Transformation!" Anja shouted angrily.

The terrifying high temperature actually melted the spiritual power on the sword light.

"Swallow!" Anja made another seal, and the sword light was immediately wrapped in red lotus fire, as if it could be swallowed at any time.

But before he could get his wish, something happened suddenly.

These three sword glows suddenly showed five-color spiritual light, and the five-color spiritual light flowed like a bottomless pit, and began to swallow the surrounding spiritual power.

Anja's face changed wildly. He felt that the spiritual power in the red lotus fire was swallowed by a vortex sea eye, and most of it was lost in an instant.

He quickly took back the remaining red lotus fire, but the sword light also broke through his defense line, forcing his fat body to dodge in a hurry.

Whoosh whoosh!
Three sword glows brushed past each other, and immediately hung the color on his shoulder.

Immediately there was only a roar, and the sword light sank into the stone wall behind him, and the stone wall was pierced like tofu.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Anja's forehead.

"What a strong sword energy!"

"Who is it?"

At the same time, he saw those sword shadows flying towards the master of Moyuan Palace like a rainbow.

The master of Moyuan Palace looked solemn, and the green light flew out from his sleeve in an instant, intertwining with those sword lights.

There are more than ten sword lights in total, and the sword lights are like lightning, flying around the owner of Moyuan Palace like a dragon swimming in waves.

What shocked Anjia even more was that these ten or so sword lights, all of which were exquisite to the point of perfection, seemed to be surrounded by more than ten top swordsmen, besieging the owner of Moyuan Palace.

What kind of swordsmanship is this! ?

As far as swordsmanship alone is concerned, it has reached the pinnacle!

Not to mention, the owner of the Moyuan Palace has a cultivation level comparable to that of the late Xiantian, plus the monsters are much more difficult to deal with than ordinary human powerhouses, and some of the opponent's late Xiantian masters are more than enough.

But under this extremely exquisite sword light, the master of Moyuan Palace was forced to take several steps back in an instant, and changed several movements to deal with it.

Immediately, he saw a figure flying out of the darkness outside the stone chamber.

It was a young man with a frighteningly young face, with a black sword on his back, and he walked forward leisurely.

Then those small and exquisite spirit swords that were shot into the sword hole on the stone wall were retracted one after another, circulating behind him like a screen of swords.

In the stone room, the sword energy surged instantly, and it only blew the young man's robe and long hair flying.

Jiang Yang glanced across the stone room, and then looked at the woman in the sarcophagus.

He said, "I took this person away."

After finishing speaking, he gestured to the woman in the sarcophagus, then turned and walked out.

The woman also came back to her senses at this moment, and hurriedly followed.

The faces of An Yue and the others darkened. The woman in the sarcophagus was related to the remnants of the Heavenly Demon and some extremely important information. No one would be happy if the duck flew away from her mouth.

He exchanged glances with the man in the cloak, and then flew up.

"Want to go!?"

The two appeared on both sides of Jiang Yang in the blink of an eye.

The black metal wire and the sword light fell on Jiang Yang at the same time.

"bingo?"

Dark Moon was overjoyed.

But the next moment, he felt as if his sword had stabbed something hard.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying divine light erupted from Jiang Yang's body.

They seemed to see two stalwart gods appearing on their bodies.

The protective spell showed its power, and the two of them shook violently, as if they were pinned down in place!
Jiang Yang almost didn't look back, and walked straight out.

At this moment, a cold female voice came from behind him.

"Your Excellency just left like this, it is too simple."

The voice was faint, but it seemed to carry an astonishing chill. It was clearly the voice of the woman in black.

But in the blink of an eye, the ground under Jiang Yang's feet was completely frozen.

The frozen ice even froze the air, and the solid ice spread from the ground, freezing Jiang Yang's legs and feet in an instant, and Jiang Yang's footsteps finally stopped.

Immediately afterwards, these seemingly eternal ice continued to spread upwards from Jiang Yang's legs, and Jiang Yang's waist, chest, and even his head were all frozen.

He immediately turned into an ice sculpture and stood in front of the door.

This also shocked the hearts of all the members of the Demon Sect.

"Sect Master Yin has nine levels of magic skills, and his magic power is indeed unrivaled."

Bai Yueshu also said happily: "It seems that although this person is strong, he is no more than that in front of Master's Xuancha Demon Art."

All the sword lights dissipated, as if even the vitality of the people in the ice stopped.

If a strong person in the later stage of congenital is willing, the entire underground ancient tomb can be turned into a dead ice tomb.

The woman in black said faintly: "Let these Bingshuang be your funeral."

She stretched out her hand, but in the silent stone room, she suddenly heard a cracking sound.

A crack suddenly appeared on the mysterious ice covering Jiang Yang's body.

Cuckoo!

They saw that white thunder shook Jiang Yang's body, and a terrifying thunder light swept out.

The terrifying thunder shattered Xuan Bing in an instant, and the ice slag slid down his shoulders. He brushed off the snow and ice on his shoulders, and then held the black sword behind his back.

With a backhand finger, a thunderbolt strikes.

!!!

The pupils of the woman in black shrank suddenly, and her heart palpitations almost made her feel suffocated.

There was only silence in the entire stone room.

She heard the man's voice from the darkness outside.

"You are not my opponent, don't stop me."

A strand of hair fell down together with the veil.

The anger in the eyes of the woman in black was not concealed.

Ever since she stepped into the late stage of congenital stage and practiced Xuancha Demon Art, she has never been defeated, let alone being suppressed like this.

But the thunder just now really made her feel life-threatening.

She could feel that the thunder contained a terrifying power to destroy everything.

Who the hell is that! ?
At this time, the entire stone room was completely silent.

The owner of Moyuan Palace was even more furious.

Who would have imagined that such a strong man could be brought back immediately at this critical moment.

Sect Master Yin is afraid, but it is not afraid.

The most exuberant thing about a monster is its vitality. Even if the opponent is comparable to it, or even slightly better than it, don't even think about getting away at this moment.

As soon as it waved its hand, the green glow in its sleeve instantly flew towards the direction Jiang Yang left.

"Demon Blood Technique!" It roared angrily, and the green light suddenly parted, turning into thirteen.

Thirteen cyan streamers instantly surrounded Jiang Yang and formed a cyan formation.

The formation took shape, and everything around him seemed to become viscous and solidified, and Jiang Yang's footsteps also slowed down, as if he was being suppressed by a huge mountain. (end of this chapter)