Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

A large number of members of the sect died, but the ancestor of the Yijian Sect and several eighth-level elders were helpless.

Now they are all entangled and have too much time to take care of themselves. How can they have time to care about the life and death of others.

Ning Xiaolei seemed to think that this was not enough, and once again threw two one-thousandth spirit-sealing talismans into the battlefield.

One is from Meishan Yang Xian, and the other is from Meishan Dai Li.

Yang Xian's magic weapon, the Soul Sealing Talisman, was a circle of white light, which directly divided into more than twenty rays, locking more than twenty practitioners of the sixth and seventh levels of the Yijian Sect.

Even if these people transform into demonic energy, they cannot escape from the blockade of white light.

Dai Li's magic weapon was a red bead, flashing and flashing in the air.

After it dissipated, the more than 20 people trapped by Yang Xian's magic weapon, the Soul-Sealing Talisman, and some guys who were unlucky enough not to escape were all killed.

"you dare?"

The ancestor of Yijian Sect roared, furious and furious, glaring at Ning Xiaolei.

There were not many people left in his Yijian Sect. Just this time, he killed less than half of them directly.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Ning Xiaolei curled his lips, they have already been killed, is it useful for you to shout this?

Then, Ning Xiaolei's whole body was covered with scorching real sun fire, and he rushed away.

After attacking from a distance for so long, there were not many people left in Yijian Sect. He wanted to experience the fun of close combat.

Since the demon-fighting clan was released in exchange for restrictions, he has been relying on the spirit-sealing talisman to fight most of the time, and there is very little time to actually fight.

At this time, this opportunity was very good. He could safely find an opponent to practice with.

After searching around, Ning Xiaolei locked his eyes on a sixth-level early stage cultivator.

The other party is also a young man, he doesn't look very big, he should be a genius of Yijian Sect or something like that.

"Take my punch!"

Ning Xiaolei growled and punched away suddenly.

"court death!"

Seeing Ning Xiaolei, a middle-level fifth-level man, charging towards him in person, the young man's eyes suddenly lit up and he raised his fist to meet him.

The next moment, a fist of real sun fire and a fist of demonic energy collided with each other.

Feeling a powerful force acting on his body, Ning Xiaolei turned over and flew over ten meters.

He was only at the mid-level of the fifth level, but his opponent was at the early level of the sixth level. There was still a slight gap.

Suppressing the churning energy and blood in his body, Ning Xiaolei shouted excitedly: "Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward again.

The young man also felt uncomfortable when he punched him before.

The True Fire of the Sun seems to have a restraining effect on the demonic energy. The young man's demonic energy was broken by the punch just now, and many places on his fist were burned.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, so I'll kill you!"

The young man screamed, he was a sixth-level expert after all, how could he lose to a fifth-level mid-level player, even if the opponent's flames restrained his demonic energy.

The two sides went back and forth, and in just a few moments each fired hundreds of punches and kicked countless times.

Ning Xiaolei went from being suppressed and beaten at the beginning, to gradually adapting to it, and now he can fight to a draw with the young man.

"Sure enough, fighting is the best way to improve your strength."

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flickered slightly, secretly delighted.

Before, he was at most a fake fifth-level warrior with little combat power, but when his strength matched that of a young man, he gradually developed into a true fifth-level warrior.

"Damn it, how could I lose to you?"

The young man roared angrily and was exhausted from the battle.

After fighting for a long time, both of his fists were almost roasted into big pig's trotters, and the aroma of meat continued to waft out.

Many places on his body were also burned, and bursts of severe pain hit him from time to time, making him uncomfortable.

"Of course you have to lose to me, because I am a genius, hahahaha!"

Ning Xiaoleitian yelled shamelessly, suddenly unaware that he had the upper hand due to his cultivation of exercises and martial arts skills, as well as his restraint.