I Possessed a Demon Sovereign

Master of the sword Pavilion, where is it now?

In fact, this problem is not only concerned by the demon sect.

People all over the world are curious.

Based on Ying Qingqing's statement and the harvest of his own intelligence network, it is basically certain that the Lord of the demon sect did not recuperate in the sword Pavilion, but did not return home.

But where he went is a mystery.

The people most likely to know the answer, no doubt, are his disciples, Shijing, Nie Hua and others.

After hearing Chen chuhua's words, Nie Hua laughed angrily: "Your Highness is not crazy, you are crazy!"

Chen chuhua said faintly, "I advise you to think it over."

"Magic fairy, you are really out of your mind. Don't say we don't know the whereabouts of our master. We just know. How can we reveal it to you?" Nie Hua's face was fearless: "our martial brothers died here. In the future, our family will kill you to avenge us. We'll see if the devil emperor can carry you in his pocket and watch you!"

Chen chuhua's tone was indifferent: "people can't come back to life after death. Although the sword emperor has the ability to kill me, he has no ability to bring you two back to life, let alone..."

She gave a little smile.

"If you cooperate honestly, you will not only get rid of the pain of punishment, but also have the chance to save Mr. Si's life. He has lost an arm. Don't you think he even lost his life?"

After the capture of Xie xingmang, Zhang Tianheng and other demon interrogation experts have repeatedly tortured him.

However, Xie xingmang's eloquence is really tight, and the people in the demon sect have not gained much.

But now things are different.

Nie Hua and Shi Jing's bones are not necessarily softer than Xie xingmang's, and their style of speaking is not necessarily looser than Xie xingmang's.

But now two or three of them are in the clutches of the devil.

Taking care of each other may become a vulnerable breakthrough.

Nie Hua stares at Chen chuhua and breathes a long breath.

"Mean!"

Chen chuhua had a folding fan in his hand. After unfolding it, he fanned it gently: "Mr. three, I'm flattered. I just said that if you don't do it, I don't want to do it as much as possible."

Even though she said so, Shi Jing and Nie Hua's brothers did not dare to underestimate her.

Chen chuhua, like Wang Qiyi, is the 12th realm of martial arts and the cultivation of warm cultivation.

But it's still fresh in my mind.

One punch.

A knife.

One hand.

After three moves, Wang Qiyi was defeated in a mess and could only be slaughtered.

Even in the first punch, the end is doomed.

That fist is the Jiulong emperor's fist, which is the result of all kinds of miraculous skills.

While seriously injuring Wang Qiyi's body, it also made him unstable.

In a hurry, it's Jiulong huangquan.

As a result, the Taiyin Sutra is coming.

A tiny difference is a thousand miles away.

It turned out to be a fiasco.

It seems that Chen chuhua is scheming to attack secretly.

But if it's really a head-on fight, Wang Qiyi is not his opponent either.

At best, you can try to escape without being killed on the spot.

Now, it's Shijing's turn and Nie Hua's turn to face the enemy.

"My teacher made us. If you want us to betray him, you have a dream!" Nie Hua said: "as for the fourth younger martial brother, with his temper, we wake up to know that we surrender because of him. The first thing we do is to cut off our heads and then fight to death. You are wrong to take him to coerce us!"

At the same time, Shi Jing, who was always silent, said, "Third Elder martial brother, let's go!"

His left hand, suddenly more than a sword.

With a flash of light, the sword first points to Xiao Yuntian, who vaguely intercepts Nie Hua's way.

Xiao Yuntian's body turns into a flowing wind and his body moves.

Who knows just move, stone mirror sword light then move.

Moreover, the light of the sword came first, and it seemed that he had expected Xiao Yuntian's moving track early.

Xiao Yuntian was forced to dodge again.

He didn't flash, as if he had hit the sword light of the stone mirror.

But this flash made way for Nie Hua.

Nie Hua rises with a flying sword, turns into a rainbow and soars to the sky,

at the end of the rainbow, he also rolls up the stone mirror.

The stone mirror makes sword one after another.

The sword light points to Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and master Mingjing respectively.

Every sword seems to be the first to conquer the enemy, and the enemy will be saved, which forces all the demons to stop.

Chen chuhua looked at the scene, ready for leisure.

"What a sword of wisdom." Her mouth light praise, at the same time, white jade like palm into a fist, volley a punch.

In the void, light and shadow condense and manifest, and a Buddha emerges in an instant!

The Buddha made a fist seal and hit the rainbow in the air.

Elder Mingjing looks slightly complicated.

Shijing takes a deep breath.

One of his most difficult opponents is Qingliang temple's unique skill, Mahayana Bodhi boxing.There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in Bodhi. Where can it cause dust.

A punch out, hollow in the eye of the stone mirror, as if nothing, as if there is no weakness to find.

Although it is the result of all kinds of miraculous skills, it has been deeply rooted in them.

Shijing believes that Chen chuhua's Mahayana Bodhi boxing is definitely flawed.

However, there is a gap between the two sides in the realm of cultivation. It is difficult for him to catch the flaws in Chen chuhua's boxing in a short time.

There is no way to attack, and the enemy will be saved.

Finally, he could only watch the Buddha's boxing in the sky and roaring on the rainbow like sword light.

The light of the sword suddenly broke.

The rainbow disappeared in an instant.

Shi Jing and Nie Hua were both left behind.

Only a little slow so half a step, the other demon sect master, has surrounded up again.

Chen chuhua is like a leisurely walker, and Mahayana Bodhi fist suppresses the stone mirror.

And then

The white palm stands like a knife.

Unexpectedly, he chopped Nie Hua.

The sword like moonlight seems to be faster than lightning.

Nie Hua, who is resisting the siege of Xiao Yuntian and King Kong, is now attacked by a king of Wu in the 12th frontier. How can he avoid it?

All of a sudden, he was badly hit and his blood splashed in the sky.

"No more?"

Chen chuhua, as if nothing had happened, stepped back and didn't do anything.

Nie Hua snorted coldly: "dream, you can only get one corpse from me at most..."

As he was talking, his waistcoat suddenly went numb.

Nie Hua turns his head hard and looks at his younger martial brother in disbelief.

Shi Jingmian looked tired: "Third Elder martial brother, I've already killed fourth elder martial brother. I don't want him to lose his life, and I don't want you to have anything to do with it. This time the whole army is destroyed, it's still my responsibility. All the mistakes belong to me."

“…………” Nie Hua glared at his younger martial brother: "coward! Stupid

Shi Jing Shi's two fingers stand side by side like swords, and make a few light volleys.

Neverton's eyes closed and his voice died.

Shijing turned his head and looked at Chen chuhua: "I know that in order to keep secret, you will not promise to let the Third Elder martial brother go. I just hope you can save him and the fourth elder martial brother."

"Mr. five, please." Chen chuhua did not comment.

Stone mirror take a deep breath.

He picked up Nie Hua and set foot on the chariot of the six dragons.

Before that, many people took cover and tried their best to get on the imperial chariot.

The final step is far away.

And now, at last, this step has been taken.

Mood and results are very different.

It's the last step to die.

Now it seems to be the first step to surrender.

Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and others are staring at the stone mirror with bad intentions.

The stone mirror looks calm.

Chen chuhua's figure floated in and stepped into the six dragon imperial chariot. Then he stepped into the main hall first.

In the hall, Chen Luoyang, sitting high on his seat, with a somewhat indifferent attitude, watched the crowd come to the lower steps.