Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

0A lot of people had died, but Old Patriarch of Yijian Sect and a few of the Eighth Elder could do nothing about it.    0

    

Now that they were all being held up and unable to take care of themselves, how could they have the time to care about the life and death of others?    

    

Ning Xiaolei seemed to feel that this was not enough and threw another two one-thousandth of Soul Sealing Talisman into the battlefield.    

    

One was from Mei Shan Yang Xian, the other was from Mei Shan Dai Li.    

    

Yang Xian's Artifact Soul Sealing Talisman was a circle of white light, directly splitting out more than twenty of them, locking onto more than twenty cultivator of the sixth or seventh level of Swordgate.    

    

Even if these people turned into demonic qi, they couldn't escape the white light.    

    

As for Dai Li's Dharma treasure, it was a red bead that floated and flickered in the air, bombarding everyone.    

    

After it dissipated, those twenty odd people who were trapped by Yang Xian's Soul Sealing Talisman and some unlucky fellows who could not dodge were all killed.    

    

"You dare?"    

    

Old Patriarch of Yijian Sect roared in anger. He was furious beyond words as he glared at Ning Xiaolei.    

    

There were not many people left in his Swordgate but this time, he had directly killed off more than half of them.    

    

"Why wouldn't I dare?"    

    

Ning Xiaolei twitched his mouth. They've already been killed, so what's the use of shouting?    

    

Following that, Ning Xiaolei's entire body was enveloped in the scorching Grand Sun Primordial Flame as he charged forward.    

    

After attacking for a long time, there were not many people left in the Swordgate. He wanted to experience the fun of close combat.    

    

Ever since the Spirit Demon Race had let go of the restrictions to exchange, he had been relying on the Soul Sealing Talisman s to fight most of the time, and the time for real battles was very short.    

    

Right now, this opportunity was not bad and he could easily find an opponent to spar with.    

    

After looking around, Ning Xiaolei's gaze locked onto an early stage Sixth Layer cultivator.    

    

The other party was also a young man, so he did not appear to be very young, but he should be a heaven's pride level expert of the Swordgate.    

    

"Take my punch!"    

    

Ning Xiaolei growled and suddenly punched.    

    

"You're courting death!"    

    

Seeing that Ning Xiaolei, a 5-stage intermediate stage, was personally charging towards him, the young man's eyes lit up and he raised his fist to meet him.    

    

In the next moment, a Grand Sun Primordial Flame fist and a Demon Qi fist collided.    

    

Sensing a strong force acting on his body, Ning Xiaolei was sent flying over ten meters away.    

    

He was only in the middle of the fifth stage while the other party was in the early stage of Sixth Layer.    

    

Suppressing the surging qi and blood in his body, Ning Xiaolei shouted excitedly, "Again!"    

    

With that, he rushed up again.    

    

Previously, when he was punched by the other party, the young man didn't feel too good either.    

    

The Grand Sun Primordial Flame seemed to have some restraining effect on the devilish qi. That punch just now had broken the young man's devilish qi, and had left quite a number of wounds on his fist.    

    

"I'm afraid you won't succeed. Kill!"    

    

He was, after all, a Sixth Layer expert, so how could he lose to a fifth stage middle stage practitioner? Not even if the opponent's flames restrained his devil energy.    

    

Both sides punched each other back and forth. In a short moment, they had each launched hundreds of punches and kicked countless times.    

    

Ning Xiaolei had gotten used to the pressure from the beginning, but now, he was able to fight to a draw with the young man.    

    

"Indeed, fighting is the best way to increase your strength."    

    

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flickered slightly as he was secretly delighted.    

    

Before this, he could at most be considered a fifth stage False. His battle prowess was actually below that level, but when he fought with the young man, he gradually gained the strength of a fifth stage False Core warrior.    

    

"Dammit. How could I lose to you?"    

    

The young man roared again and again as he fought to his heart's content.    

    

After half a day of fighting, both of his fists were almost roasted into the shape of a pig's feet, and the fragrance of meat continuously wafted through the air.    

    

Many parts of his body were also burnt. Waves of intense pain hit him from time to time, making him very uncomfortable.    

    

"Of course you have to lose to me because I'm a genius! Wahahaha!"    

    

Ning Xiaolei roared shamelessly. He did not realize that it was because of his cultivation technique and martial arts that he was able to gain the upper hand.