After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

Chapter 164: Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal

own people?

Seeing the pure demonic energy surrounding this man, he was definitely not a righteous cultivator. He was puzzled for a moment, wondering if he had help.

While the two were stunned, they saw Yu Fei come to the side of the old man who was cut into two pieces as if she could shrink the distance into an inch, and she raised her hand and collected three storage bags in her hand.

"lay down!"

"court death!"

Seeing that their voices were sharp and full of anger.

She curled her lips into a cold smile, picked up the belt around the old man's waist with the tip of the knife, and with a little force, she scattered the remaining storage bags on the corpse.

Without any movement, the whole person flew backwards, opened his red lips slightly and spit out several streams of spiritual energy, which turned into sharp swords and shot towards the storage bags in the sky.

Seeing this, the murderous intent in the eyes of the two demon cultivators almost solidified into substance, but they still had to fly forward to block the energy in the sky to prevent the storage bag from being destroyed.

Due to this delay, the unclear figure holding the knife took out a talisman, and then disappeared into the ground in a flash.

Seeing this scene, the demon cultivator who was protected by the Mantian storage bag's eyes turned red and roared loudly.

"You damned rat, don't let us know who you are, or Master Hongyun will not let you go!"

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“I don’t know if those two guys succeeded.”

Two identical figures were flying outside Lingquan Market, looking at the chaos in the market in the distance, with flames and smoke everywhere, and they couldn't help but look worried.

Since the great formation of the market town was broken, the forbidden air formation here also lost its function. As the demon cultivators caused chaos, some independent cultivators in the market town could not help but feel strange, and took advantage of this to engage in burning, killing, and looting.

Although the guards tried to stop them, it was still a drop in the bucket. Not to mention the dozens of foundation-building monks who had mixed in, which made the deacons stationed here lose the courage to come out.

"It won't be long before those guys from Qingxu Sword Pavilion arrive. If they really get there, we will end up losing more than we gain."

Hearing his brother's worried words, the calm young man ignored them and raised his hand to wipe the flute on his palm, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes that his brother couldn't see.

This time we only have the time of one stick of incense, and now most of it has passed. To be on the safe side, it is time to leave.

After thinking about it, he turned to his brother Chen He and said, "Send a signal to calm those people down. We should stop while we are ahead."

"okay."

He couldn't wait any longer and quickly activated the spirit pill in his hand. He raised his hand and let it fly to a height of dozens of meters, where it exploded with a bang and turned into a red star rain in the sky.

The star shower was so large that it could be seen clearly even from more than ten miles away.

The blue-gold light that had returned from beheading the demon was flying towards the sect. Seeing the rising stars in the Lingquan Market, he couldn't help but frown. Then he turned the light around, and with the flow of spiritual power, he crossed the short distance in a few flashes.

As they got closer, they could see the flames rising from the Lingquan Market.

Du Jinhong's face suddenly changed. How dare a thief rob the market? He was so bold that he kept escaping and raised his hand to activate the help token.

woo-

I don't know when I heard the humming sound of a bamboo flute quietly and silently, followed by a clear flute sound.

The spiritual energy flowing in his body seemed to be blocked and became unusually jerky. The forward escaping light stagnated, and he was unable to control the sword light and fell straight down.

The sounds of the flute and the xiao were like silk threads, which condensed around him into a sky full of silk threads, binding him in the air. As the technique was activated, the silk threads tightened as if they were about to cut him into pieces.

Humph--

In Du Jinhong's sea of ​​consciousness, a small golden sword flashed with a sharp sword intent. The sword spirit blossomed and instantly got rid of the psychedelic sound.

Looking at the Mantianyin silk that was already close to his body, the bamboo hat on his head was cut into dozens of pieces and even his clothes were stained dark red by the blood. But there was no panic on his mottled face.

He just shouted loudly in the astonished eyes of the two.

"open!"

Then he seemed to transform himself into a golden sharp edge, and the shaking of the sword blade cut the music in the sky into nothingness like blowing away short hair. Even though the sounds of the flute and the pipe continued to condense the silk threads in the sky, they did not even touch the corner of his clothes.

Chen Mu, the eldest of the twin brothers, saw the golden sword standing in the void. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and his face, which had been calm all the time, suddenly changed color.

"Oh no, he is the Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal Du Jinhong!!"

The younger brother who was playing the flute nearby was frightened when he heard this, and the silk threads in the sky suddenly became messy.

Du Jinhong sensed the two's intention to retreat, and a calm voice came from the golden sword spirit.

"Want to run? It's too late."

The golden light faded, revealing his handsome figure. He raised his hand and pointed, and two golden sword beams burst out from between his fingers and slashed towards the two of them.

"Run!"

Upon seeing this, the eldest brother hurriedly pushed his stunned younger brother, and with a twist of his palm, several defensive talismans appeared. When they were activated one by one, they turned into several spiritual shields, and the flashing spiritual light submerged his figure.

The precious mirror hidden on his chest flew forward to meet the attack. It was obvious that he had pushed this defensive magic weapon to its limit.

Clang——

With a sound of sword, the magic mirror only blocked the force for a moment before the mirror body crackled and turned into fragments, losing all its spirituality.

Boom~

Two golden threads hit two people hiding in the forest. Under his divine sense, a figure suddenly fell to the ground and died.

Another breath suddenly dropped, but it still managed to escape a few hundred meters and tried to run away.

Du Jinhong slowly descended to the ground, raised his palm and chopped the demon cultivator lying on the ground with a pierced forehead into dozens of pieces. He took away the storage bag and the flute, then turned into a sword light and chased after the fleeing breath.

The divine mind locked onto the demon from afar, and the demon cultivator seemed to know that he could not escape, so he remained motionless where he was.

Soon, he saw the figure sitting under the tree in his black and white eyes. Although he avoided the golden sword light, his right arm was severed at the root. Blood kept gushing out, and he looked at the nearby sword cultivator with despair in his eyes.

"Ahem~ It's our brother's fate. We could have run into anyone else but you."

Du Jinhong's figure slowly landed several meters away. Although his clothes were dark red and emitting a bloody smell, it could not conceal his fierceness.

"I'm very curious, how dare you, a bunch of demon cultivators, come to Lingquan Market."

Chen He covered the wound with his left arm, blood kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth, staining his teeth red.

"You are a bastard swordsman. You have harmed so many of our fellow brothers. I will not tell anyone even if you kill me."

At this point, he suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and his breath was weak, obviously he was not going to live long.

"But, but I can tell you an interesting thing, that is, the market formation was broken with the help of someone who just entered your Qingxu Sword Pavilion."

Du Jinhong's face turned ugly. There was actually a demonic cultivator who sneaked into the Sword Pavilion?

He thought about who it was, but suddenly an idea flashed through his mind. Could it be that evil witch? He opened his mouth slightly and gritted his teeth and said, "It's Yu Fei, that evil witch!"

"Witch?"

The blood flowing from the young man's mouth stained his clothes, and he showed an ugly smile when he heard the words.

"Haha, haha. It seems you already had suspicions. That woman seems both good and evil, very cunning, but it's a pity..."