"Are the speeds of these two guys average? After all, they are assembly line products, and the quality is really worrying. I don't know which god's toy this snake eye is. Such a golden finger can be used without any scruples. No wonder it caused such a fuss.

The world of cultivators has been turned upside down."

Duan De, who was turning around so rapidly, ran with two snake-eyed patrols for more than an hour. He also knew that it would not be long before his target was a desperate place not far from him in the world of heavenly soldiers.

For Da Xiu who has entered the sect, it is a dead end, but for Duan De, it is not necessarily the case. There is actually nothing else here, it is just that the evil spirit of soldiers extremely suppresses the performance of Confucian monks.

As for the guy with the Dao-weary soldier? Is it possible that Confucianism is afraid of a known nail? When Tiande Sect destroyed Han Tingsi, the world leader was a peak monk, and Tiande didn't know that he had Dao-weary soldiers.

The situation of the Golden Weapon Blade was only so bad.

A weapon is always a weapon. Unexpectedness is the truth, and the current one cannot be much of a threat. Therefore, Duan De went directly to the scarlet area to face danger.

"It's true, brother Dao, you are blessed!"

The closer you get to this area, the thicker the evil spirit becomes. The thin and misty black mist is already showing signs of turning into drizzle. However, the approaching naturally formed weapon peaks do not become larger, but instead become smaller and smaller.

Isn't there a saying called concentration or essence? It is very appropriate to use it here. These slowly getting smaller mountain weapons are like the detailed process of evolution from rough to fine when making weapons.

"Okay, don't be greedy for these small gains. I guess there are essences such as the source in the front, but those guys behind you don't know how much they have increased? They are really chasing after them!"

Duan De turned his head and looked behind him. He couldn't see anything in the rain and fog. The faint fluctuations and vibrations from the ground showed that these people should not be more than a thousand miles away from him.

The fact that there were no long-range killing magic powers showed that these guys were restricted and very powerful. The land of thousands of miles in the Mahayana period? It arrived in the blink of an eye, and it was indeed beating gongs and drums behind him to play whack-a-mole.

"There is no need to leave an afterimage to lure them into action. If they dare to come, Mr. Duan really wants to see if these fists can blow up the Mahayana body!"

The Butcher's Knife couldn't wait and had already penetrated into the so-called forbidden area. Duan De tried to teleport several times but couldn't catch up. There was telepathy, so he was not in a hurry.

The ground has become clean. It is not as densely covered with small weapons as weeds outside. The thick black hard rocks here are wavy, with each wave being several inches lower than the last wave.

The tallest weapon peak is only a hundred feet tall, so it can be considered fake and real. Even its sharpness can be faintly seen, and a domineering and sinister aura lingers around it.

Each weapon peak seems to have its own territory. There are no other peaks far around a peak. The entwining black mist makes these peaks looming, and coupled with the bad light, a gloomy atmosphere arises spontaneously.

Coercion! Yes!

Duan De knew from Xiao Yu's arms that he was not completely immune to all coercive field attacks. He was only immune to those that were not too far removed from his level of cultivation, as well as non-attack coercion.

In the area where Duan De can only see things about a hundred feet long if he opens his yin and yang eyes, those diminishing ripples cut off abruptly, and there is an abyss ahead, where there is no stopping!

Duan De could clearly sense that the butcher's knife was under the abyss. He couldn't tell the exact distance. His bloodline telepathy, which even space could not block, was challenged in this abyss.

Duan De stood silently on the edge of the abyss. Below was absolute darkness. Even his yin and yang eyes could not tell how far he could see. The terrifying pressure was only limited to the abyss.

The roar behind him stopped for half a cup of tea. Duan De was not sure if they had the courage to chase in. He retracted his gaze staring into the abyss, turned around and stood quietly with his hands behind his hands.

He has to wait for them to come in. He can enter the abyss or not. At least he has some confidence that he can come out. But based on his own judgment, if the pursuers enter, they will definitely die.

"This abyss and the surrounding terrain should be caused by the fall of some kind of weapon. It can create such a terrifying landscape and environment. What if this weapon is still down there?"

While Duan De was meditating, seven black shadows stood still at a visible distance in front of him, slowly measuring this dangerous place with their footsteps. They probably wanted to create pressure on Duan De, but they probably didn't see the depth of Duan De.

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Duan De's thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and he held a black light with his backhand and swept from the bottom of the abyss. There was no verbal exchange, and there was no scene to talk about. Duan De had to try their best to face the upcoming hurdle.

When the seven figures saw Duan De's actions, they took action without words, and ejected one after another. The speed was almost unpredictable. Duan De couldn't tell the specific cultivation level of these seven people, and he didn't know if there were any mid-level masters.

There is no escape route, no choice. Running is just because the distance is too short. Teleportation is for surprise attacks. In face-to-face confrontation, it is still a matter of single-handedly challenging a big monk with a low level of cultivation. Teleportation is really useless.

Duan De's teleportation is a magical power that is derived from the physical body. They understand and can touch the superficial way of space, which has no meaning at all.

The magic of Feng Yuan Bu is more practical for short-distance confrontations. The erratic figure turns into a shadow all over the sky. This shadow is not a fake that confuses the eyes in the ordinary sense. It is the legacy of Duan De and seven people fighting separately in an instant.

There was no pause from the beginning. This was what Duan De had expected earlier. The seven of them all used swords, and the weapons were drawn and concentrated on the blades. Duan De never left his hand with the sword, and the seven swords did not fly into the air.

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In the first blow, Duan De held the butcher's knife in his back and used the strange arc of the wind to draw out the knife. When his view was slightly closer, their appearance was as ordinary as ever, and their cold and emotionless eyes were as calm as water.

The long sword in his hand was flipped up and stabbed, Duan De turned the sword upwards and the blade was as black as ink, and it was impossible to tell what its properties were. The ink-like black liquid rolled and covered up the brilliance that all Taoist treasures should have.

The swords touched each other for a ten millionth of a second, and Duan De did not dare to resist head-on. Although his physical strength was countless times that of the seven people combined, the true energy bonus and the Tao Yun bonus could not be replaced by simple strength.

The sword seemed to be drawn out lightly and casually, but as soon as it touched the point of contact, extended cracks of distorted glass and broken glass burst out, and a palm print almost identical to the sword was struck on Duan De's chest.

Even Feng Yuanbu's light retreat and the counterattack of the attack were too late to avoid it. The tearing violent force hit the chest, and the instant contact had already caused a huge loss.

Fortunately, Duan De's physical strength is not false. He can take direct hits from low-level Taoist treasures and the damage to his body is not great. The opponent has no intention of holding back and testing. They are just machines to complete the task.

Some people's thoughts do not have human emotions, and the killing has already penetrated into every tiny particle of the body. Duan De, who was shot out, was reassured. They did not use that kind of terrifying large-scale divine channel technique, and the attack power was just like this?

Then the suppression here is normal, and it needs to be done! Zhenfei's butcher knife turned into a black line and brushed against two close shadows. Duan De's figure drifted diagonally to let the sword pass, and he turned over to fly in the air and patted it with his hand.

On a black long sword falling from the sky.

The teleportation stalled for a moment, their aura blocked the void, and even the instinctive magical powers could not be used smoothly. It was at this stall that a green and black snake shadow struck Duan De's back.

He almost folded backwards and entered the teleportation state. His bones made a brittle sound. As soon as he came out of the space, he bumped into someone's huge foot. Duan De's belly was the first to make contact. The surging alien power instantly knocked him out of the fold.

straight.

"I hate people stepping on me the most!"

Duan De's face did not follow the inertia and hit him. He took advantage of the situation and used his fists to fly and hit the huge soles of his feet. The space instantly shattered into large pieces. Taking advantage of the moment when the air was stilled for a moment, Duan De flashed quickly on the broken space fragments.

The body shape has become difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The fierce light in his eyes is staring at the snake-eyed Daxiu who is stepping back. When the man retreats, he is already flexing his fingers, as if he is preparing some Taoist magic, with cold eyes.

Staring at the broken space.

Duan De suddenly rushed out, facing each other, two red and black tangled entrance halls shot directly into the man's eyes. The hand holding the seal collapsed immediately, and huge energy fluctuations erupted directly in his hand.

Duan Defeng avoided the danger at every step, deliberately floating up and facing the two sky-breaking sword lights behind him, allowing them to break through the body's defense and almost pierce both shoulders.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he dashed forward with his right fist and smashed it, which was inconspicuous here. The blocking flying sword finally intercepted Duan De's move slightly, and the gloomy-looking Duan De was deflected by the huge power contained in the flying sword.

With a blazing red light in his left hand, he turned around and pressed it on the center of the sword. The flying sword that was originally going to cut off Duan De's head was invaded by the red light, and his spirituality was instantly destroyed.

The right fist burst with crimson inside, hitting the body where the remaining power was still there, and collided with the two swords that struck again from behind. Sparks exploded immediately and were swallowed up by the cracked space in an instant.

The entanglement lasted only a moment, and three terrifying attacks came from Cheng Sanjiang. Duan De's shoulders were stained with blood, and the chaotic foreign power in his body could not be digested.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, he stamped his feet in the air and a red and black Tai Chi figure circle enveloped his whole body, forming a three-foot-long ball with black and red constantly changing, and even the soldiers and space cracks were sucked in.

Three huge beams of force directly hit the Tai Chi ball, and the stalemate could not last more than half a breath. After all, the cultivation levels were very different. The black and red streams of explosive light overflowed, and a large area of ​​​​space collapsed directly.

Duan De's figure was submerged by chaotic space fragments, and six people appeared in a ring. The one who had been hit by Duan De's pupil technique retreated to the distance and crossed his legs to fight against the divine punishment in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the power of destruction invaded.

The sudden cessation of the fighting did not cause any fluctuation in the expressions of the six people. The flying swords of the three were led to the abyss by the killing pig knife to cut off contact. The flying sword of the cross-legged one was destroyed by Duan De, and the spirit of the weapon was wiped out.

The flying swords of the other two people were also affected, and their spirituality was damaged.

"This person's cultivation is strange, but not very high. He must be eliminated!"

The only leader holding a flying sword spoke coldly.
Chapter completed!