The former Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Babai, a master of swordsmanship in Shu Kingdom, died eight hundred years ago.

Before he died, he recorded what he had learned on eight green leaves and scattered them in all directions.

Eight hundred years ago, many people obtained Qingye and obtained the inheritance of swordsmanship, but in the end, only the Eight-Leaf Sword Lord in front of him gathered the Eight-Leafs taught by Li Babai to cultivate cars and become swordsmanship, and were respected as the Eight-Leaf Sword Lord.

Su Ting met him in the past.

I didn’t think I’d see you today, things change.

"kill!"

Eight-leaf Sword Lord's eyes were cold and murderous intent was fierce.

This sword gathered the sword intent of the Nine Heavens and Half Immortals, and there was even more demonic energy hidden inside, and the evil evil was cold.

The sharpness of this sword is enough to penetrate the mountains and point directly to the clouds.

This sword was condensed at the thickness of a finger, extremely condensing and extremely sharp.

"The White Tiger holds a sword!"

Su Ting's expression was plain, and he stood in front of him with a sword in his left hand.

Suddenly the wind condensed into a tiger, fierce and majestic, and suddenly rushed out from his sword point. When he opened his mouth, he saw the extremely condensed sword light holding it in his mouth.

The white tiger still did not stop, and he took his sword and rushed straight to the Eight-Leaf Sword Lord.

The sword light reversed and pointed directly at the Eight-Leaf Sword Lord!

"What?"

The Baye Jianjun's expression suddenly changed, and he was in front of him, biting the tip of his tongue.

A mouthful of blood spilled out.

The blood instantly condensed and turned into a blood-colored lotus, protecting it in front of you.

But I heard the roar of the white tiger suddenly!

The white tiger held a sword and slashed the blood lotus!

The sword in the mouth disappeared!

And the white tiger is still there, rushing towards you!

"cut!"

The Baye Jianjun looked solemn, and he slashed away with the White Tiger with one sword.

Su Ting's eyes were slightly condensed, revealing a hint of admiration.

And the demon tiger was already trembling and quietly retreated from the palace.

The two people fighting ahead were all the Taoist practices of the Nine Heavens and Half Immortals, but Mr. Su's ability has long been able to compete with the immortals and gods, and this Eight-Leaf Sword Lord is also a demon-obsessed person, not comparable to ordinary humans and immortals.

Fortunately, the two of them fought quite constrainedly and did not affect them.

Otherwise, the little demon, which is less than the sixth level of heaven, will probably not escape the disaster.

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"The inheritance of the Sword Immortal is indeed well-deserved."

Su Ting sighed: "It's a pity that you have entered the devil's path."

The Eight-Leaf Sword Lord resisted the White Tiger, gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "What is the devil's way? I just want to uncover the hypocritical appearance of the world, destroy the useless order and rules, and break the shackles that bind people's hearts... I want to release my nature and retain my nature. What is the devil's way? Mr. Su, you have always been rebellious, but you are also burdened by the righteous way. You should try to accept the concepts of our generation."

Su Ting sneered, "Accept it! This God killed more demons than you have ever seen. This mask was thrown out of my hands. I was not confused by the mask back then. You, a person who is not determined and confused by the mask, also want to pull me into a devil?"

Baye Jianjun's expression suddenly changed and his mind trembled.

The white tiger suddenly roared and pressed down with one claw.

The Eight-Leaf Sword Lord groaned, but with the help of his power, he broke through the palace and hid into the formation.

"This mask was originally owned by the first demon king of the Northern Demon Sect. It was killed by this god, and the mask fell into my hands."

Su Ting carried his hands on his back and said lightly: "The first demon king back then was not Su's opponent. After you got this mask that Su regarded as a waste, you thought you had seen through the world, the world, and the order... With your ability, even if the mask is still in your hands, how can you compare with this God?"

As he spoke, the third eye on his forehead slowly opened and swept across the formations.

The Eight-Leaf Sword Lord wandered in the sword formation, without any fixed place, and seemed to be accumulating great momentum with the help of the sword formation.

Su Ting was not in a hurry to break the formation, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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And in another place in the Demon Sect.

Elder Mu just listed the list, together with the paper of the origin and identity that the little Taoist Su Xinfeng told him, sealed it up, and used magic to transfer it to a secret place.

That piece of rice paper, and that list.

Then he lay quietly in this dark room.

However, in a flash, the rice paper fluttered without wind.

The outer layer of rice paper continues to fall off, leaving only the traces of the handwriting.

After a while, I saw this piece of rice paper, like a human figure, falling to the ground and transforming.

Paper-cutting technique to make horses!

When writing at that time, Su Ting secretly used his magic power, leaving his magic power on the ink, and his handwriting was like a knife, cutting out the outer layer of paper confetti.

At this moment, I saw this strong man with "white clothes and black lines" reaching out and waved his hand, and all the twelve classics here fell into his hands.

There are seven of them, which are the roster of the Middle Earth Demon Sect.

Other classics are a summary of the origins of everyone, as well as the martial arts and Taoist techniques they have learned, as well as the methods of cracking.

"It is not difficult to get this list and completely eliminate the Demon Sect."

Su Ting said intimately: "But you still have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise the people with the devil's path above will continue to lure practitioners from all sides. Once the time is too long, there will definitely be many practitioners who fall into the devil's path, but it is not recorded in the book, so it is difficult to hunt and kill one by one."

Thinking of this, the white-clothed and black-printed strongman burst out with light.

Behind him it seemed like the void was broken.

The strong man in white clothes and black lines fell back and took the twelve classics in the ground room and retreated into the "Qingxu Realm".

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"Su Ting!"

The Baye Jianjun's voice was cold and said, "I know you have an unparalleled ability and are invincible in the world, but I am not comparable to an ordinary immortal. I have been set up here for many years, and I have my disciples here... The right time, place, people, you are at a disadvantage after all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of sword lights burst out from the walls, beams, pillars, floor tiles, etc. of the palace, and assassinated towards Su Ting from all directions.

But I saw countless sword lights bursting into the middle.

Baye Jianjun thought that he could not avoid such a method and could not survive.

The rumbling sounds came one after another, and lasted for a long time!

The center of the palace is about three meters in radius, and it is already an abyss.

There are sword marks and countless cracks everywhere in the palace.

And the abyss in the center is bottomless.

Baye Jianjun was exhausted and collapsed.

After the formation exploded, it was completely damaged.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous."

"It turned out to be a person like Su Ting who pretended to be a younger generation and condescend to sneak into this place."

"If it weren't for the arrangements, today I might not have been able to escape the evil move."

"The name of invincible in the world is indeed extraordinary. I think I am better than any nine-level half-immortal in heaven and is inferior to him after all."

"But what about the Lord Su?"

Baye Jianjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a cold voice: "I am too arrogant and I will inevitably suffer from disaster."

He held the magic sword and barely got up.

With a snap.

He was exhausted and fell down and was breathing.

At this moment, a palm stretched out and lifted up his body.

I heard a concern sound.
Chapter completed!