The White Demon

Twenty-Seven sneered and dodged the attack of the ancestor. He was not to be outdone, and suddenly a black long sword appeared in his hand, with a cold light flashing on the sword, and stabbed at the ancestor.

The strength of the twenty-seven in front of him should not be underestimated. The old ancestor looked back at the Lanyue Pavilion and decided to protect the courtyard to the death.

He formed seals with his hands and cast a powerful shield technique to resist Twenty-Seven's attack.

At the same time, a crutch suddenly appeared in his hand, and rays of light shot out from his hand, attacking Twenty-Seven.

Twenty-Seven dodged the attack by leaning sideways, and his spiritual power intersected with that of the ancestor. The two fought back and forth, neither giving in, and for a moment it was difficult to tell who would win.

The old ancestor was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that Twenty-Seven's strength after becoming a demon would be so strong.

He suddenly realized that he could not delay any longer and had to get rid of Twenty-Seven as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

He took a deep breath and used all his strength to gather all the spiritual energy in his body onto the cane in his hand. The cane in his hand emitted a dazzling light, as bright as the sun.

The old man shouted, "Go to hell!" He swung the cane in his hand and smashed it hard at Twenty-Seven.

Twenty-Seven felt a huge pressure, but she did not retreat. She gritted her teeth, concentrated all her strength on the long sword in her hand, and rushed forward to meet the spiritual power of the ancestor.

"Hey!"

The sound of the spiritual power colliding was like a thunder, exploding in the air.

Twenty-Seven was knocked back by a powerful force, staggering back several steps before he managed to stabilize himself. His face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured.

The old ancestor groaned, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was under great pressure. A look of astonishment flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure. He secretly thanked himself for not underestimating the enemy. The Demon Cultivator Twenty-Seven was indeed quite capable.

He tried to regulate his breathing and calm the surging blood in his body. However, the discomfort became more and more intense, making it unbearable for him.

But he knew that he couldn't show any flaws at this moment, and he had to remain calm and dignified. So, he suppressed the discomfort in his chest and said coldly to Twenty-Seven: "Hurry up and surrender. Today, I can let you die quickly! Otherwise..."

His tone was full of threats and murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear the other person into pieces.

Facing such a powerful enemy, the ancestor knew that if he didn't go all out, he would probably have a hard time winning. The magic weapon in his hand was his last trump card, and once it was used, it would surely set off an earth-shattering war.

Suddenly, it was impossible not to alarm the two people in the room...

At this moment, Twenty-Seven suddenly laughed, and there was a hint of madness in his laughter.

"Old man, do you think you can defeat me like this?" Twenty-Seven wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

She chanted an obscure spell, and the demonic energy on her body suddenly surged.

"Oh no, she's going to self-destruct!" The ancestor exclaimed, "Twenty-Seven, wake up quickly, or you'll be wiped out!"

He quickly cast a spell to try to stop Twenty-Seven, but it was too late.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, except for this room, all the surrounding houses and facilities were razed to the ground.

When the smoke cleared, the old man was seen spitting blood and falling to the ground.

He looked at the sky, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

"I still couldn't protect them after all..." The old man's eyes gradually dimmed...

Ye Qingwan and Dabai in the house were startled by the sound and rushed over, "Ancestor! Ancestor, what's going on?"