What words?

She is such a reliable disciple, is there anything wrong with her not being worthy of the elders' trust?

Gu Xia was a little angry after hearing this nonsense. She couldn't help but say something rude, "Why? Are you jealous?"

"It's okay. I'm not a stingy person. If you are envious, just say it out loud." The girl smiled and said, "I will laugh at you severely."

Demon Lord: "..."

ha?

Will he envy Gu Xia?

What bullshit are you talking about?

As the lord of the demon world, which demon dare not trust him?

I'm afraid I don't think I've lived too long.

Thinking of this, the Demon Lord sneered, then held the Floating Life Sword in his hand, and chopped down fiercely with the sword light, trying to cut her down from mid-air.

Gu Xia's eyes widened, and he quickly denounced the Demon Lord's shameless behavior, "You are already old, and you stole my sword, and you actually used my sword against me?"

She summarized it while hiding, and sighed: "They really don't care about their dignity anymore."

"shut up!"

The Demon Lord stared at her fiercely.

He was really fed up with Gu Xia always saying that he was "too old".

This damn kid.

How old is he?

The demonic energy continued to rage all around, attacking almost everything around it indiscriminately. Broken wood and rocks flew everywhere, and the dark demonic energy seemed to eclipse the entire world in an instant.

The demon king showed no mercy in his movements, and stabbed her in the vitals with a ruthless sword, his face was a little ferocious, "Bitch!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Go to hell."

It looks like the defense has really been broken.

However, there was no trace of fear on Gu Xia's face.

That was her sword.

as predicted.

The Fusheng Sword that was about to fall on her made a sword sound, and its body trembled slightly, then stopped abruptly in mid-air.

No matter how the Demon Lord tried, the huge resistance from his arms was pulling him against it with all his might.

The sword has its own spirit, so it will not hurt its master at will.

That was the strong will from the sword spirit.

Gu Xia was clear about this from the beginning. The sword spirit and the sword master were connected in spiritual consciousness, so she naturally believed in the Fu Sheng Sword.

But it was obvious that the Demon Lord could not accept this. After several attempts, he vaguely guessed the reason and the corners of his lips straightened into a straight line.

Sure enough, he still hated these sword spirits and weapon spirits as always.

but it does not matter.

Fusheng Sword was unwilling to cooperate, and he had another sword in his hand.

The dark demonic energy blocked the surroundings. As soon as Gu Xia looked up after landing from her dodge, she saw another sword flashing with a cold light pointing straight at her heart.

As the sword cut through the air, one could faintly smell the bloody smell spreading.

Gu Xia's eyelids twitched. After several rounds of fighting, she could feel that the aura emanating from the sword was particularly ferocious.

Therefore, he naturally didn't want to confront it head-on, so he used the defensive talisman to protect his heart, and at the same time, he stepped back and raised his sword to block it.

The sword energy and the demonic energy confronted each other, and Gu Xia took the opportunity to distance himself once again.

"That's a killing sword."

The Moon-Picking Sword floated beside her. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were fixed on the sword in the hand of the Demon Lord opposite her.

Gu Xia raised his sword to block the evil spirits around him. Upon hearing this, he turned around in surprise, "Is this true?"

Killing sword?

She didn't mean to question Zhaiyue. After all, the sword spirit must know more about swords than she did. She was just a little surprised when she heard it at first.

After all, this type of spiritual sword is rarely seen in the world of cultivation.

Zhaiyuejian nodded slightly. Her feeling was not wrong. There was no intention to conceal the aura. She whispered, "Xia Xia, be careful."

"This sword... must have drunk a lot of blood."

As to whether it belongs to a cultivator or a demon, it is unknown.

The killing sword is a sword that is mainly used for killing.

It was not surprising that it appeared in the hands of the Demon Lord. After all, it was obvious that a good pot should be matched with a good lid. It was not her fault for having a stereotype. If someone suddenly told him that the Demon Lord was holding a real spiritual sword in his hand, it would be difficult for others to believe it.

After all, he is the Demon Lord, so anything that he values is certainly not just junk metal.

The black sword energy was glowing with a strange blood-red light, and the moment it passed through the air it seemed as if it could directly cut off a person's fragile neck. Its speed was also very fast, and it swooped down with a murderous intent that could not be ignored.

Coupled with the gloomy face of the Demon Lord, it's definitely a ghost story.

It's really too scary.

Gu Xia rolled on the spot to avoid it, without even stopping for a second. He then rolled to the other side with a few movements and quickly bounced up from the ground.

One sword shadow after another followed like arrows, piercing through the ground she passed by, and the bombing-like attacks left deep marks on the ground.

"..."

I dare not think that if she had not dodged just now, she would have been stabbed into a sieve by now.

Gu Xia dodged quickly. She had no choice but to dodge. The Fu Sheng Sword was still in the Demon Lord's hand. Before she knew clearly what the other party's intentions were, she did not dare to confront him easily.

amount.

Thinking of this, Gu Xia fell silent strangely.

It seems that now it is basically no different from a falling out.

But delaying time is naturally much better than confronting it head-on.

Gu Xia closely watched the Demon Lord's movements, fearing that he might go crazy and break his sword.

Gu Xia didn't care at all about the Demon Lord's sword, and even wanted to break it for him, but there must be no problem with her sword.

——The word "double standard" is interpreted vividly.

The long sword that exuded a murderous aura was very flexible in the Demon Lord's hand, and every move went straight to the vital point. Although Gu Xia ran fast, the sword energy following him was even faster.

Seeing that her body was about to be pierced directly from behind, Hui Xuejian raised his eyes, flashed in front of Gu Xia, then opened his right hand slightly and pushed out with a palm.

An ice wall suddenly appeared, blocking all the attacks that were already close to him. The corner of the Demon Lord's mouth curled up in a cold arc.

How long can this hold up?

He swung the sword again, and the demonic energy carried the sword shadow, falling on the ice wall like raindrops.

The ice surface originally cracked rapidly into lines, which then grew larger and larger under such an airtight attack, until a crisp cracking sound was emitted like a spider web.

The ice wall cracked, and the girl suddenly rushed out from it. She punched hard, and then kicked him several times in succession.

A second before the Demon Lord reached out to grab it, it dissipated into the air and disappeared without a trace.

"..."

OK, OK, another damn sword spirit.

His face was cold, and he became more and more eager to capture these elusive sword spirits and defeat them one by one.

Until his eyes swept to the position behind the ice wall, his gaze slightly focused.

etc--

Where is Gu Xia?

Where's that little bastard?

……