My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

100  Chapter 100 The Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence Beckons the Demon Sword

Whoosh!

Just as the dragon tornado shattered abruptly, it transformed into a massive yellow rain that poured down, and at that moment, countless golden lights scattered, piercing through everything like unparalleledly sharp blades.

The pouring yellow rain fell fiercely to the ground, and the earth was instantly corroded by the yellow liquid, forming deep pits.

Poison Skill!

As the Great Elder of the Five Poison Sect, Tian Cansou's poison techniques were naturally top-notch.

The sword light, just as sharp and dreadful, flickered with a chill that would freeze one's heart, and continued to sweep towards Tian Cansou.

Just as An Jing was about to continue his onslaught, a sharp cry suddenly emerged from the side, prompting him to look over reflexively.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Liu Qingshan stepped into mid-air, and instantly compressed the air with a powerful force, emitting a terrifying sound of an air explosion.

Boom!

Liu Qingshan stretched his arm out, with boundless inner strength continuously poured into it.

Qingshan Palm Seal! Shatter the River!

With a sweep of Liu Qingshan's arm forward, a palm print descended from the murky night sky with an overwhelmingly domineering aura.

In an instant, the space ahead filled with resonating sounds.

An Jing's eyes flashed with a cold gleam as he took a deep breath, and the black and white sword light surged.

Hundred-step Flying Sword!

Boom!

The sword light that soared into the sky fell like a meteor, unmercifully meeting the palm print head-on, with an earth-shattering noise reverberating around Vilu Hall, almost as if it could rupture one's eardrums.

The colossal palm print was torn asunder and then dispersed into force qi to both sides.

The crowd watched An Jing wield his sword, clashing with each move; the sheer magnitude of the attack left them utterly astounded.

"After obtaining the incomplete Evil Suppressing Sword, this swordsman has greatly increased in strength!"

Tian Cansou had just caught his breath, heaving with great gasps.

An Jing also retreated continuously, his arm slightly trembling as a trickle of fresh blood flowed down the arm of his left hand.

"Everyone, we can't afford to give this swordsman any chance to catch his breath. If he truly gets away, I believe none of you would like to see that happen," said Ling Yuhua, her eyebrows deeply furrowed as she extended a finger, summoning several silver-white flying needles.

"Sss! Sss!"

Under the moonlight, several flying needles swiftly approached.

An Jing felt a surge of coldness rise spontaneously and instinctively raised the Evil Suppressing Sword to block.

"Ting! Ting! Ting!"

The flying needles struck the blade of the Evil Suppressing Sword, emitting a series of crisp sounds before falling to the ground.

Gu Renwo let out a cold shout, the inner strength in his body converging on the blade, turning into numerous streams of black dark energy.

These streams, like enormous black pythons, exuded a terrifying sense of absorption, as if even the moonlight scattered on their bodies would be devoured and absorbed.

Black Python Breaking Sun!

The numerous black streams, resembling black pythons, burst from the blade and crazily charged towards An Jing, their speed ghostly fast.

An Jing watched the several black pythons surge towards him, his eyes gradually showing a tide of coldness.

In his hand, the Evil Suppressing Sword turned, meeting them with an incredibly precise angle.

"If you think you can defeat me with this move, your Hundred-step Flying Sword needs to be at least at the Ninth Layer," Gu Renwo sneered coldly as the Sword Qi surged in all directions, unleashing a full force strike.

"Is that so?"

In the next moment, An Jing channeled the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence into his chest, and then with his left hand he drew the ordinary longsword from his waist.

A circular arc undulated from the blade, forming a reverse flow of Sword Light that surged forth energetically.

Gu Renwo's brow furrowed sharply, and his heart trembled uncontrollably. Not only had this person cultivated the Hundred-step Flying Sword to the Eighth Layer, but could he also be ambidextrous, casting it simultaneously with both hands!?

In the night sky above, the Sword Light fell rapidly, charging towards the large black python ahead. The moment the two collided, a whirlwind of force swept out wildly around them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Everyone's eyes reflected the tumultuous Qi Force as they quickly retreated backwards to avoid being affected and to conserve some Inner Strength.

Gu Renwo felt as if his body had been struck by a heavy hammer, his complexion paler than paper, as he floated away.

Compared to Gu Renwo, An Jing didn't feel much better; he could clearly sense a burning pain in his chest. If it weren't for the Evil Suppressing Sword, this strong attack would have been too much for him to suppress against the expert from the Demon Sect.

Just then, another wave of violent Qi surged in, sweeping over like autumn winds through fallen leaves, attacking from the flank.

An Jing pressed down the shock in his heart, gathering his Inner Strength again. The Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand abruptly shot out a cold gleam like a flying piece of satin.

Bang!

In the night sky, a silhouette of a leg collided with the Sword Radiance, emitting a muffled sound.

"Thump!"

An Jing stomped his foot down, transferring all the aftershocks into the ground, which instantly cracked.

"Just who the hell are you!?"

Tian Cansou stepped back a bit, his face bearing an intent to kill as he looked at An Jing in front of him.

Many masters were fighting against An Jing, but he was still holding on for so long; who among the onlookers wouldn't be moved?

Even though he was relying on the power of the Evil Suppressing Sword, who was he, and how had he managed to tame it?

Not only Tian Cansou, but all the masters present furrowed their brows tightly, staring intently at An Jing.

"Who I am is not important," An Jing scoffed coldly, adjusting his breath slightly before his body flashed.

"Don't let this swordsman get away."

Xi Jikui also barked coldly.

After speaking, the Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings in his hands vibrated, with two Qi Forces shooting out, aiming directly at An Jing's neck and waist.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

With a move of An Jing's Evil Suppressing Sword, he instantly felt a violent surge of Qi Force, causing his body to shake violently.

This Xi Jikui was indeed a master of the Heavenly Flower Realm, with profound Inner Strength.

Zhang Shuang and Gan Yue, seeing the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence, naturally yearned for it in their hearts and would not easily let An Jing leave.

In an instant, many masters made their moves, cutting through An Jing's Sword Qi, each seeking to put him to death.

Even as An Jing relied on the advantage of the Evil Suppressing Sword, after seven or eight rounds, he felt an immense pressure. A single mistake could result in death at any moment. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"There are too many masters here."

An Jing inwardly cursed his luck, realizing that even with the sharpness of the Evil Suppressing Sword, it was becoming exceedingly difficult to seize the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence with so many masters around.

If the masters were determined to stop him, his chances of breaking through were extremely low.

At that moment, An Jing suddenly felt the Evil Suppressing Sword stirring as if it was absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence in his arms. At the same time, the Evil Suppressing Sword seemed to be emitting a strange whistling sound.