The Land of the Sword Shrine.

Ruo Xie escaped in a panic from the Sword Casting Villa using the Blood Escape Technique, his expression languishing.

The Blood Escape Technique could double his speed, but it was also extremely traumatic to his body, and it was difficult to recover from his peak without ten days and half a month.

Wakasa is depressed.

The land of the sword mound has come many times, but each time only monks below the Jindan stage can enter, and every time it comes, there are countless monks who kill each other for the famous sword of the Eight Desolations, and Ruoxi's skill has also increased greatly.

This time the sword mound came again, if the evil thought that he could use this to break through the Yuan Infant Stage, as long as the bloodline was strong enough, he even had a chance to enter the realm of merger!

But for some reason, the land of the sword mound came for three months, and only one Yuanying Great Monk ran in, and his combat power was overwhelming, and he was suppressed with one move.

Not only was the sword of victory and evil taken away, but also almost lost his life.

If the evil has always been in the position of being high above the sword mound and looking down on all sentient beings, where has he ever suffered such a loss and ended up in such a wolf?

Either way, there must have been some special change in the Land of Sword Shrines.

"Everyone is a monk of the same rank, how can there be such a difference?"

Ruo Xie ran away for a while, and only slowly stopped until the effect of the Blood Escape Technique wore off.

There was no one behind him, and the white-shirted monk had not come to hunt him down at all.

"Something doesn't seem right, that person just looked at my memory, and it seems that the killing intent has been dispersed?"

A thought crossed Ruoxi's mind.

"Yes, otherwise, with that man's methods, he will never give me a chance to escape!"

Despite thinking so in his heart, Ruo Xie didn't dare to turn around and go back, after all, this was just a speculation.

Ruo Xie suddenly felt a little dazed, not knowing what to do, and at this moment, he saw a monk.

Another monk in the Land of the Sword Shrine.

Bald head, with double pupils, the eyes exude a strange light, breathtaking, and a monk's robe looks quiet and ethereal.

If the evil is under the influence of the Victory Evil Sword, it is itself awe-inspiring, but the breath on the bald monk's body is just in line with it.

Ruo Xie was beaten by Lin Yi before, and he used the blood escape technique, and consumed a lot of blood power, but when he saw the bald monk, he couldn't help but feel disgusted, revealing a hideous state, and said coldly: "Who are you bald donkey?"

As he spoke, Ruoxi's eyes were red, and two scarlet rays of light burst out, heading straight for the bald monk.

The bald monk smiled slightly, not angry, but a round of clear Buddha light flashed behind his head, and he quietly defused the attack of Ruoxian.

"Where is Lin Yi?" The bald monk's voice was not hurried or slow, with an inexplicable divinity, which seemed to be far away in the sky, but it echoed in his ears.

Ruo Xie squinted his eyes, murderous, and said coldly: "What bullshit Lin Yi, I don't know!"

"What does you have to do with the Land of Sword Shrines?" said the bald monk's expression was smiling.

"You care about me!"

If the evil scolds angrily, he reaches out his big hand, and his blood bursts out, and he slaps it towards the bald monk!

"I don't believe I can't kill the man in the white shirt, and I can't kill you bald donkey!"

If the evil nature dictates it, act regardless of etiquette, but according to one's own mind and preferences.

In Ruoxie's opinion, the aura on this bald monk is extremely hateful, and he really deserves to be killed!

A hint of mockery flashed in the bald monk's eyes, and he did not retreat or evade, chanted a Buddha horn, and slowly stretched out his hand forward.

A huge 'swastika' character flashed in the palm of his hand, exuding a dazzling golden light, extremely sacred, flying out of his hand, gradually enlarged, and went straight to the palm print of Ruoxi.

"Buzz!"

As if the Sanskrit sound was sung, a huge divine pressure descended!

Feeling the aura carried by this character, Ruoxi's eyes flashed with horror.

He finally realized that the monk in front of him who seemed to be only cultivating in the Yuan Infant Stage was even more difficult to mess with, and seemed to be more fierce than the white-shirted monk!

Before the thought fell, the swastika and the palm of Wakasha's hand collided together.

There is no earth-shattering loud noise, it is silent, but the effect is extremely amazing!

Ruoxie's arm was crushed and swallowed by the golden character with a click, like snow in the scorching sun, quickly melting.

"Ahh

Ruo Xie screamed, the blood on his face receded, and he quickly stopped his body and fled back again.

Another trick!

If the evil is defeated, retreat.

This is not a level at all.

The golden character was castrated, and it was still shrouded in the top of Ruoxi's head, exuding a murderous intent!

If you don't want to think about it, your eyes flashed ruthlessly, and you gritted your teeth and released the blood escape technique again, turned around and ran.

The arm condensed again, and Ruo Xie was extremely depressed, almost suffocating blood.

He first met a white-shirted monk, almost died, and had nowhere to vent his anger, and happened to meet an inexplicable bald monk.

I was going to take this bald monk to, but I ran into a hard stubble again.

"Who are the people who came into the Land of Sword Shrines this time, and how are they so powerful?"

The more Ruo Xie thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't help but turn around and spit on his saliva.

This time, Ruoxi's whole body trembled slightly, he was shocked into a cold sweat, his feet were weak, and he almost stumbled to the ground.

I saw a monk walking in the air, hanging behind him without hurrying, with a shiny head, it was the bald monk just now!

The bald monk's expression was calm, a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, his monk's robe shook in the wind, his head held high, no matter how fast Ruo Xie accelerated, he could always keep following him, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

"I ...... You bald donkey is really haunted!" Ruo Xie scolded secretly.

If the evil knew that once the effect of the Blood Escape Technique wore off, he would definitely fall into the hands of this bald monk.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Ruoxi's mind, and he counted it in his heart.

"Hmph, since that's the case, I'll lead you to the Sword Casting Villa, watch you snipe and clam fight, and I'll make a profit!"

At this point, Ruo Xie gradually shifted in the direction of Sword Forging Villa.

Seeing the change in direction, the smile in the bald monk's eyes was even brighter.

It didn't take long for the Sword Forge Villa to come into view.

If the evil divine consciousness spreads, it senses that there are two powerful life breaths in the direction of the Sword Casting Palace.

"Huh, how can there be two people?"

Ruo Xie frowned, and secretly said, "No matter, lead it over and talk about it!"

The figure accelerated, and Ruo Xie broke into the Sword Casting Hall, and saw the white-shirted monk sitting cross-legged on the ground before, and a middle-aged man was standing behind him.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man, Ruo Xie was shocked, his eyes showed disbelief, his lips squirmed, and he said in a trembling voice: "Young master...... You...... Still alive?"

When General Ou saw Ruoxi, he smiled kindly, beckoned to him, and said in a deep voice, "Come here." ”

Ruo Xie couldn't recover for a while, swallowed his saliva, and glanced at Lin Yi with great fear.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yi smiled at him and nodded.

Ruo Xie was stunned, blinked his eyes, quickly ran behind General Ou, pointed to the outside of the Sword Casting Palace, and said in a low voice: "There is a bald donkey outside, it is very powerful!"