Villain: Dealing with the heroine starts with the beautiful master

Pang Xing's swordsmanship was like a storm, and each sword contained his strength and determination. His sword was like a landslide splitting the ground, tearing through the air with each slash, causing an astonishing wave of qi.

The demon scorpion also displayed amazing strength, and its black spear swung with black flames, burning like the flames of hell. Its attacks are swift and ferocious, threatening to destroy with each strike.

Their battle unfolded over the mountains, and for a moment the mountains trembled, the rocks shattered, and the wind howled. Their duel is like a contest between heaven and earth, and every confrontation is a test of life and death.

Pang Xing wielded his giant sword, his eyes shining with determination. He knew that he could not back down and that he could not fail.

"Waste, I don't believe you can be my opponent!"

the demon scorpion roared, and the black flame raged as the black spear waved, trying to devour Pang Xing. Its gaze is full of rage and bloodlust, and it knows nothing but destruction and killing.

The battle entered a white-hot phase, and every encounter between Pang Xing and the Demon Scorpion was fatal. Their forces collided with each other, and the smell of fire and blood filled the air.

Eventually, Pang Xing unleashed a deadly sword, and the sword light illuminated the entire mountain range. His greatsword slashed through the sky like a ray of light, piercing the scorpion's body.

The scorpion let out a scream, the black flame extinguished, and its body trembled and fell.

He fell from the sky and was badly wounded, unable to fight again.

At this moment, all the surrounding monks were shocked, Pang Xing actually won?"

"Haha, Senior Brother did a good job!" "Senior Brother

Pang is amazing, kill him from the Moyun Sect!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Sect were elated.

The head of the sect, Duan Tiande, had some doubts in his eyes.

"Pang Xing, you are looking for death!" shouted

a young disciple from the Moyun Sect.

This person is the Tianjiao disciple of the Moyun Sect, Demon Cloud Peak, and he has a bad relationship with the Demon Scorpion.

Demon Cloud Peak roared angrily, the sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and his body soared into the sky, exuding a cold murderous aura from his body.

Pang Xing smiled slightly and took a step without flinching.

A force had entered his body before, and he felt that he could fight the heavens and the earth.

The momentum on his body exploded instantly, like a roaring beast.

The surrounding monks were immediately shocked by this scene, and they all held their breath and watched the duel intently.

Demon Yunfeng's figure was like electricity, and he instantly rushed towards Pang Xing, and the sword light was shining, stabbing at the vital point of Pang Xing. However, Pang Xing's body method was agile, like a cheetah, dodging the attack of Demon Cloud Peak.

"What kind of exercise is this, Pang Xing's speed

is too fast!" "His strength is too strong, he can dodge the attack of Demon Cloud Peak so easily!" Everyone

present began to discuss, feeling that this scene was really incredible. Pang Xing's strength was far beyond their imagination, and the strength and speed he displayed were staggering.

Pang Xing sneered, his eyes were like electricity, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes. He quickly approached Demon Cloud Peak and threw a punch with infinite power.

Feeling the threat of death, Mo Yunfeng's eyes widened and he resisted with all his might. However, Pang Xing's power was too strong, and his fist was like a heavy hammer, knocking Demon Cloud Peak away.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and Demon Cloud Peak slammed to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust. His body trembled violently, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Pang Xing stood in place, his eyes indifferent, without the slightest hint of pity.

He turned away, leaving behind a stunned and shocked array of monks.

"Pang Xing's strength is too terrifying, what kind of cultivation is he?" "His strength is comparable to the pinnacle of stepping on the foundation! Was he so strong before? It's very wrong!" Everyone

talked about it, and they were all shocked by Pang Xing's strength

.

"Shaft, you dare to be so rampant, you can't be left behind!" Suddenly,

a roar that made the mountains tremble rang out.

The head of the Moyun Sect, the Demon Mountain, was furious, his body was like a mountain, accompanied by terrifying coercion, as if a huge mountain peak was slowly pressing down.

His hand reached out, and his palm instantly turned into the size of a mountain peak, smashing into Pang Xing like a giant hammer.

Pang Xing's face changed slightly, he felt the coercion of the Demon Mountain, and knew that the other party's strength far surpassed his own. But instead of flinching, he quickly dodged. However, under such tremendous pressure, his speed was obviously affected.

"Bang!"

A terrible crash sounded, and Pang Xing was slapped out by the Demon Mountain. His body tumbled in the air several times, and finally fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the placket of his clothes red.

The monks present exclaimed, they were shocked by the thrilling scene. Although Pang Xing's strength was strong, it seemed so vulnerable in front of the Moyun Sect's head Demon Mountain.

"Presumptuous!"

Just then, a crisp cry rang out. Fairy Ziyun appeared, she was dressed in purple, her face was beautiful, and her temperament was dusty. Her appearance attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was attracted by her beauty and temperament.

"You old fellow, how dare you hurt my disciple!" Fairy

Ziyun shouted angrily, her voice full of anger and majesty.

She instantly unleashed a powerful momentum and confronted the Demon Mountain.

The two quickly clashed, only to see the sword light flickering, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

After a few tricks, Fairy Ziyun was obviously not the opponent of the Demon Mountain, and her figure was suppressed by the Demon Mountain, like a prey trapped by a hunter.

"Woman, you're not my match yet!" Moshan

snorted.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and Fairy Ziyun was knocked back a few steps by the Demon Mountain.

Her face was pale, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and she looked up at the magic mountain, her eyes flashing with anger and helplessness.

This Moshan is really powerful.

The monks present were full of discussions, and they were all shocked by this thrilling battle. Pang Xing and Fairy Ziyun both showed great strength, but they were so vulnerable in the face of the Demon Mountain, the head of the Moyun Sect.

Secretly, Su also watched all this, and his expression remained unchanged.

Whoosh -

The Purple Rhyme Fairy has a sturdy body, like a nimble swallow, shuttling over the battlefield. Her swordsmanship was monstrous with purple energy, and each sword swing carried a strong purple light, like a purple xia fairy falling from the sky.

She fought hard with the Demon Mountain, and the figures of the two moved quickly on the battlefield, the sword qi and the palm wind intertwined. Although the Purple Yun Fairy is powerful, she is a little powerless in the face of the Demon Mountain. Although her body was agile, the attack of the Demon Mountain was too fierce for her to completely dodge.

Every impact made Fairy Ziyun tremble in her heart. Her body was repelled by the palm wind of the Demon Mountain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

She knew that her strength was too far from the Demon Mountain, and the other party had been in the Ascending Realm for many years, and it was almost impossible for her to defeat the other party.