The figure on the rainbow bridge approached in an instant. It was a black-robed elder.
The black-robed elder's eyes locked on Yan Mingkong as he approached.
"It's really you!"
Because Chen Luoyang had pretended to be the "Demon Venerable" and issued a test, Yan Mingkong had killed an heir disciple of the Black Water Extreme Palace.
Therefore, the masters of the Black Water Extreme Palace had also hunted Yan Mingkong, and the two sides had fought many times.
As for Yan Mingkong, the intelligence network of the Black Water Extreme Palace had basically investigated her background and knew a lot about her.
Yan Mingkong was born in the Ancient God's lineage, and later left the sect.
Under normal circumstances, the Black Water Extreme Palace would contact the Ancient God and hunt her down together with the Ancient God.
However, before that, the Secular World was in a turbulent time.
First, the black coffin appeared in Zhengyang City, the capital of the Western Qin, and the heroes gathered in the Western Qin to fight against the Extraterrestrial Demons.
Then, Ling Cang, the master of the Black Water Extreme Palace, died, and the Devil Empress, the old master of the Black Water Extreme Palace was restored.
Yan Mingkong had been missing for a long time, so the Black Water Extreme Palace temporarily put her matter aside.
But the Black Water Extreme Palace undoubtedly remembered the Netherworld Sword Art that Yan Mingkong used to kill their own disciple.
The black-robed elder was an elder of the palace. When he was walking outside, he suddenly felt the Netherworld Sword Intent and immediately came to find Yan Mingkong.
He didn't say anything else. He slammed his palm down on Yan Mingkong's head.
The majestic power instantly made it hard for Yan Mingkong to breathe.
The elder of the Black Water Extreme Palace in the Martial Sage Realm, with the One Thought Magic, attacked as fast as lightning.
However, Yan Mingkong had been on guard when she saw the rainbow bridge stretching in the distance.
Now, she was calm in the face of the attack.
She clenched her fist, as if holding an invisible sword.
She raised the sword, and the ice blue light flashed, as if a gate of hell had been opened in the air. The cold and desolate Sword Intent swept in the air and disintegrated the opponent's palm power.
The black-robed elder snorted. With a turn of his mind, he also concentrated his palm power on one point.
Under the pressure of his power, the invisible sword in Yan Mingkong's hand revealed its true appearance. It was a three foot long ice sword.
The hilt of the ice sword glowed red, as if blood had flowed out from Yan Mingkong's palm and seeped into the ice sword.
The line of blood extended all the way to the tip of the ice sword.
Under the pressure of a level-16 opponent, the ice sword in Yan Mingkong's hand trembled slightly, but her hand remained steady.
As the cold Sword Qi and the icy blue radiance flickered, the sword momentum changed gracefully.
The tip of the sword seemed to emit a strong suction force.
This suction force wasn't directed at the enemy's strength, but it was as if it wanted to draw the enemy's soul out of their body and be sucked in.
The sharp Sword Qi continued forward, causing the black-robed old man to feel a stinging pain in his palm.
However, the sword intent was like a black hole that wanted to suck people's souls into it.
As he advanced and withdrew, it formed a contradictory feeling that made people feel vexed.
As a Martial Sage, the black-clad old man's strength was superior to his opponent's. However, due to his unstable state of mind, he could not bring out even half of his full strength.
The swift and fierce sword intent in front of him had already made him shiver all over.
After disappearing for a period of time, her swordsmanship had improved a lot. Was the Netherworld Sword Art really so terrifying?
The black-clad old man's mind raced as he used his other hand to form a sword with his index and middle fingers and stabbed towards Yan Mingkong.
A wave of sword intent was also emitted from his body.
The cold air seemed to be similar to Yan Mingkong's Netherworld Sword Art.
It was formed by the black-clad old man's One Thought Divine Skill.
However, this sword intent was different from Yan Mingkong's swordsmanship in essence. For a moment, he felt awkward as if he was trying to draw a tiger but failed.
Yan Mingkong's sword momentum increased.
The Black Water Extreme Palace elder was forced back by her.
However, the black-clad old man was not impatient and only sighed in his heart.
After personally testing it, he was even more certain that his fellow sect members' reaction was correct.
Their Black Water Extreme Palace's One Thought Divine Skill was indeed unable to create the Netherworld Twelve Swords, the ultimate technique of the world of the dead.
The Old Palace Master, the Demon Empress, had found the black coffin that was obviously related to the Netherworld Underworld. Maybe she wanted to study the theory behind it and break through the barrier of life and death to improve her One Thought Divine Skill.
The old man sighed in his heart but his hands did not slow down.
After being forced back by Yan Mingkong, he immediately attacked again.
One Thought Divine Skill was still a sword art.
But this time, it was a sword art inherited from the Blood River Sect.
For a moment, blood waves filled the sky and pressed towards Yan Mingkong with overwhelming force.
Wherever Yan Mingkong's sword light passed, the blood sea froze and turned into blood-red transparent mountains.
However, the opponent had the advantage of cultivation. He had immediately become a Sage and ignited the sacred fire to cleanse his body. His cultivation was pure and strong. The vast blood sea seemed endless as it rushed towards Yan Mingkong.
The Sword of Blood River was evil and ferocious. A drop of blood was an indestructible sword light.
Billions of blood water gathered together. To an opponent who had not become a Martial Sage, it was no different from a disaster.
Yan Mingkong's Netherworld God Blade had become more and more refined these days. Although it was surrounded by the blood water, it was still calm and steady.
"This is my enemy. It has nothing to do with you. Cloud Lake is in front of you. You can go there yourself." Her tone was calm as she spoke to Leng Ji.
Leng Ji's eyes wandered between Yan Mingkong and Cloud Lake.
The Black Water Extreme Palace Elder was also paying attention to Cloud Lake.
He could faintly feel that there was an existence that could not be ignored. However, he did not know if it was friend or foe.
Finally having the chance to catch Yan Mingkong, the black robed old man decided to take the risk.
However, he still divided some of his attention to pay attention to the Cloud Lake.
Yan Mingkong's words did not make him relax his vigilance against the Half Sea Daoist.
The Half Sea Daoist that Chen Luoyang had transformed into watched from afar. He did not have any intention of making a move.
Watching Yan Mingkong fight not only helped him understand the opponent's cultivation, but also helped him understand the Netherworld Sword Art.
The black robed old man was strong and could give Yan Mingkong enough pressure.
Yan Mingkong did not care that the Half Sea Daoist did not show up.
Facing the blood river in front of her, she calmly dealt with it.
However, as time passed, the black robed old man became more and more proficient with the Blood River Sword Art. It became more and more powerful.
In the end, Yan Mingkong could not fight it head on. She had to step back to reduce the force.
The black robed old man did not let her go. The blood red sword light became fiercer.
In the end, the sea of blood merged into one. The blood river flowed backwards and slashed towards Yan Mingkong.
However, Yan Mingkong did not retreat. Instead, she charged towards the black robed old man's sword light.
The black robed old man thought that something was wrong. Suddenly, he saw a stone tablet appear in Yan Mingkong's hand. There were two ancient and mysterious words on it.
"Sword Comprehension."
The stone tablet looked normal. There was no aura or mysterious power coming from it.
However, facing the sword tablet, the black robed old man's Blood River Sword trembled.
Although the blood river-like sword light did not disintegrate, the sword was no longer as powerful as before. It was as if it was being suppressed by the stone tablet.
At this moment, the sword in Yan Mingkong's hand exploded with shocking power.
A sharp sword move that drew the Netherworld seemed to manifest the netherworld and suppress the world. It instantly froze all the blood light into ice and shot towards the black robed old man.
The black robed old man was used to seeing all kinds of strange treasures and methods. Although he was shocked, he did not panic. With a thought, he dispersed the Blood River Sword Intent.
As the rainbow light changed, it turned into a dark gold color.
The domineering and condensed dark golden light quickly formed a mighty and domineering Godfiend avatar.
Chen Luoyang's Daoist Banhai saw this scene from afar and couldn't help but laugh.
The Ancient God's Immortal Demon Body was indeed famous in the mortal world.
Previously, when Ling Cang, the Palace Master of Black Water Extreme Palace, faced Bie Donglai's attack, his first reaction was to use the Immortal Demon Body.
Now, this Elder of Black Water Extreme Palace and the previous Palace Master had a common understanding.
The bone-chilling light in Yan Mingkong's eyes suddenly became even more dazzling.
At this moment, her entire body suddenly became transparent, as if she was an ice sculpture.
His speed suddenly sped up like a phantom.
Although Chen Luoyang's Daoist Banhai clone had to spend effort to suppress the three black dragon energies, he still had the foundation of a Martial Sage.
But when he looked from afar, he couldn't see Yan Mingkong's movements clearly.
Facing Yan Mingkong's attack, the black robed old man felt his vision blur as the shadow of death seemed to cover his entire body.
The dark gold light on his body was still flashing. Just as he was about to form the Demon God Body, Yan Mingkong's invisible blade had already reached his chest!
One thought to create ten thousand techniques, one thought to create ten thousand techniques.
The Blood River Sword and the Immortal Demon Body switched in just a thought from the black robed old man. His attack and defense were both extreme and amazing.
But for Yan Mingkong's sword, this thought was too long!
The black robed old man lost the initiative. Yan Mingkong instantly grasped the opportunity and pressed his sword against his chest.
Without the defense of the Immortal Demon Body, facing the Netherworld Twelve Swords, even if the black robed old man's cultivation was higher than Yan Mingkong's, it was still extremely dangerous.
The black-robed old man had no choice but to gather his own rainbow light to block Yan Mingkong's sword. At the same time, he waved his palm towards Yan Mingkong, intending to attack the enemy's vital point and force Yan Mingkong to withdraw his sword to protect himself.
Unexpectedly, Yan Mingkong didn't care about his own safety and wanted to fight to the death with the black robed old man.
The black robed old man was enraged and increased his attack power.
Although he lost the initiative, the difference in cultivation was still there.
He could take a hit from Yan Mingkong's sword, but he wanted to kill the white robed girl in front of him with this palm.
The sword light flashed and pierced through the black robed old man's body, but there was no blood.
Ice crystals flashed around the old man's wound. They were filled with the intent of withering, spreading and corroding the body around the wound.
As the sword light pierced through the old man's body, the Black Water Palace Elder also hit Yan Mingkong's forehead with his palm!
"Crack."
It was like ice shattering, like the reflection of the moon in the water being shattered, or like an illusion breaking.
The black robed old man's pupils suddenly contracted.
Where was Yan Mingkong?
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