Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 81
  The sudden pause of Elder Nu Jian made Hong Lei finally feel relaxed.

He took a few steps back to adjust his breathing. The palm of his hand holding the sword was numb from the force of the sword.

rustling—

As he breathed, more than a dozen chains instantly wrapped around the Silver Silk Old Man's limbs and waist. The Golden Eagle Captains suddenly exerted their strength, seized this hard-won opportunity, and finally restrained him in place.

The elder still looked unconcerned.

He just lowered his head and looked deeply at the long sword in his hand. Facing this old man who had been with him for three hundred years, a trace of hatred suddenly appeared in his turbid eyes.

The word "Qingfeng" on the sword pierced his heart like a nightmare.

"If you regret it, I will go into the sword pool to get you."

As if his throat hadn't been wet for a long time, his voice was thin and hoarse, carrying a strong sense of self-mockery.

Hearing Jianchi's name, many captains had strange expressions on their faces.

This treasured land helped Qingfeng Mountain to breed many masters of elixir condensation, which continued its prosperity for thousands of years, and became a famous sect in Qingzhou. Even they had heard about it.

Hong Lei seemed to have guessed something and looked over with a slightly complicated look. The other party had colluded with the demon and was about to run out of life, almost causing heavy losses to everyone. There was no need to talk to a dead man.

But he still couldn't help but said: "It's hard to be a Demon Suppressor. Your life is at risk. At least with this level of cultivation..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The elder suddenly thrust the sword into the ground, and then raised his palm to strike it resolutely, with a powerful aura gathering in his palm.

Click!
  The five-foot long sword was snapped in the middle.

The sparse silver threads fluttered, and the old face was extremely withered, and the cloudy eyes were covered with white mist, obviously lifeless.

At the bottom of the cliff, a group of disciples holding torches and hurriedly trying to escape gradually stopped and looked miserable.

The elder said that when he got into a fight with the demon and the demon-suppressor, he should remember to run faster... But they had just walked down the path from the cliff when they saw the old man committing suicide.

They looked at the Gang Qi hanging in the sky in the distance, and the coquettish scarlet color made people uneasy.

The old man is using this method to remind himself to wait for others to stop.

The young man with a sword in his black shirt was so strong that while fighting demons, he could suppress the elders from such a distance. He still had enough strength left to spare, so he didn't mind summoning a hail of rain to crush him and others.

At this moment, wailing sounds echoed through the cliffs!

A hair-chilling figure emerged from the strange flames.

Rather than saying that the injury was deep enough to show the bones, it was better to say that there were a few pieces of flesh hanging on a frame.

Not a single piece of the dragon's precious armor was left, and half of its flat head was missing, as if it had been burned by flames. Only the tall figure remained in its eyes.

"Death to me!!!"

It ran quickly on its hands and feet.

As long as he gets closer, he can severely strangle the opponent's body, turn the overwhelming anger into powerful force, and completely roll him to pieces.

Shen Yi breathed steadily, staring at the approaching dragon, and suddenly stood up with both feet.

The fingers were clenched tightly, and the torn cuffs were fluttering.

Punch out! Directly pointing at the veins emerging from the body of the dragon!
  Bang! The demon staggered, and instantly lost consciousness in the areas where it was hit by the bombardment! Bang bang bang! The punches were like a storm, and the dragon retreated repeatedly until with a pop, five fingers pierced its abdomen.

When he pulled it out again, there was a bloody demon pill held in his fingertips.

The demon's figure collapsed suddenly, until it expired. The remaining bloody demonic fire on its body was still licking its bones, making a sizzling sound.

[Behead the Jade Liquid Realm Perfection Dragon, the lifespan will be 1,820 years, and the remaining lifespan will be 763 years, all absorbed]

Shen Yi hadn't seen such a reminder for a long time since the river demon was eliminated, and felt a little familiar.

Then he looked helplessly at his arm, and the bones could be faintly seen through several gaps.

The monsters don't always rush forward recklessly. The tail hidden by the other party, even if it is a martial artist in the same realm, will be killed on the spot if it is not careful.

Fortunately, there is such a powerful weapon as the Tiangang Blood Fiend. Compared with himself in the original realm, the lethality of this move is more than ten times greater... But the upper limit of Yuye realm martial arts is here. Shen Yi's desire for new martial arts is a little more intense. When she goes back this time, she will definitely choose carefully.

After thinking about it, he withdrew his eyes and looked at the captains walking towards him.

"Brother Shen... really shocked me."

Hong Lei's expression was complicated, and he tried his best to search for words of praise in his stomach, but in the end he couldn't help showing the horror in his eyes.

What's the point of boasting?

Even if Lin Baiwei comes in person, the most she can do is this.

That girl was a direct descendant of the commander-in-chief and the well-deserved number one among the younger generation in Qingzhou. However, in Hong Lei's eyes, this position already felt vaguely unworthy of its reputation.

Because up to now, Shen Yi's complexion still shows no signs of exhaustion...

Killing the thousand-year-old demon and raising his hand to frighten the wrathful sword elder, these two things are extremely terrifying if taken alone, let alone happening at the same time.

"I have some medicine here, you can use it first."

Hong Lei looked strange. He thought it was a fatal situation, but he didn't expect that the only one injured was the strongest opponent.

As he finished speaking, a popping sound suddenly came from behind him.

All the Golden Eagle captains knelt on the ground, fisted their hands above their heads, and said nothing. After a moment, they all stood up again.

Those who enter the inner camp can all be named by their family background in Qingzhou.

Compared with ordinary foreign camp captains, they are more arrogant, but this time, under the leadership of Zhao Kanglin, they almost lost all face.

Hong Lei smiled bitterly: "These bastards are really disgusting... I'm grateful to you, but I won't hide it."

"We are all colleagues, don't take it to heart."

Shen Yi took the ointment and applied it to the injured area without paying too much attention.

The habits of the children of Qingzhou can be seen from Li Mujin. He is really grateful for anything and is not stingy, but it is difficult to change the aristocratic style in his heart. Everything he takes out has the taste of home. Pay attention and get involved.

"Lao Hong is a rough man. If you need anything in the future, just say hello."

Hong Lei nodded, turned his attention to the group of Qingfeng Mountain disciples in the distance, and led everyone over.

The young disciples buried their heads and looked lifeless.

"Go back quickly, you are still waiting for my invitation."

Hong Lei waved his hand irritably. This stupid thing really makes people speechless.

More than a dozen Golden Eagle captains died, but it was Zhao Kanglin who disobeyed orders and forced his way into Guanjian Gorge.

Then Zhao Kanglin died.

Or he was killed by colluding with demons.

The elder Nu Jian who was responsible for this directly exhausted his vitality... The blame for this can only fall on Qingfeng Mountain.

"My lord, save me..."

Some timid people were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground and hugged Hong Lei's calf without letting go.

"You threw the essence and blood into the sword pool yourself, and you cultivated the sword yourself. You have taken advantage of it. Now let me save you." Hong Lei gritted his teeth and pulled him up, his voice suddenly lowered.

"General Chen must have a reason for not letting you leave. I have worked under him before, and he doesn't care about your lives. How can he not care about mine?"

"Go back quickly, don't make it difficult for me."

He patted the young man on the back and frowned.

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(End of this chapter)