At this time, in the extreme distance, the Xuanhu of the Heavenly Demon Valley was sitting cross-legged, and not far from him, Bai Wushuang was sitting with an ugly face.

Suddenly, Xuanhu moved slightly, his eyes were first puzzled, and then flashed with admiration: "Good killing intent." ”

Although it was a word of admiration, everyone who heard it heard Sen Leng's murderous intent from Xuanhu's voice. Bai Wushuang's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he lowered his head slightly, but he had some doubts in his heart: "This feels a little familiar, it seems to be a ...... in the Lingji Cave Heaven."

Thinking of this, Bai Wushuang froze slightly: "Is that kid? impossible, in just a few days, how could he have such progress?"

But after thinking about it, Bai Wushuang seemed to have an understanding again.

In the Lingji Cave Heaven that day, Nangong Beidou took advantage of the murderous aura condensed in the land of soldiers for ten thousand years, and explored his own sword path, and vaguely formed the prototype of the original sword technique.

Today, the Flying Frost Sword mutated and the Blood River Sect attacked, and Nangong Beidou had heard that the disciples of the Blood River Sect were extremely afraid of the riots in the land of soldiers that day, so they had the heart to give it a try.

Sure enough, the power of the sword pill is incomparable, and the sword technique that was vaguely formed that day shines in today's small test.

Nangong Beidou himself didn't expect that he had the help of those countless war spirits, and his sword intent had already been contaminated with the countless ancient heroic spirit battle intent, which was high and blazing, indomitable, and extremely consistent with his state of mind.

Combined with its own sword technique, the sword technique issued by imitating the scene of the spiritual power riot in the Lingji Cave that day actually happened to be the great nemesis of the Blood River Sect's Blood River Reincarnation Method!

The Flying Frost Sword Pill rotated in the air, and with each rotation, countless qi swords came out, and for a while, the sky and the earth were full of sword qi flying like snowflakes.

The qi machine swept through the heavens and the earth like a storm, and the three Blood River Sect disciples who were already injured were instantly engulfed by the sword qi, and no matter how they moved and dodged, they couldn't escape.

The other two wanted to deal with it at first, but after finding that their attack had penetrated into the mud bull and into the sea, and after the sword qi was in the air, their originally invincible body could not defuse this continuous attack at all, and finally wanted to escape in horror, but in the end, they were completely penetrated by the violent qi and died.

Feng Jiang's face was pale, and he only then understood why he almost fell into the hands of sword cultivators with the ability of a gluttonous old man. He never expected that this young man in black, who had been ignored by him, would have such ability.

He even thought in fear in his heart: "If everyone in Cunwei Mountain knows this kind of sword technique, then my Blood River Sect can only retreat when he encounters a disciple of Cunwei Mountain?"

Feng Jiang saw that his subordinates died one by one in the sword qi, and he was so cowardly that he didn't dare to confront Nangong Beidou head-on.

At this moment, the remaining self-esteem he had had long since disappeared, and the attack of Old Wu Zhu, hidden in the sword qi, made him not think much about it, and immediately turned into a blood shadow and fled quickly in the direction where it came.

However, Feng Jiang forgot that when the masters clash, the difference between advancing and retreating may be life and death in an instant.

Nangong Beidou can be said to have been holding back his anger all these years, and at this moment, the true qi of the dantian is flowing out of a steady stream, and the majestic sword intent inspired by the Flying Frost Sword is wantonly released, and most of the depressed qi in his chest is suddenly gone.

When he was hearty, Nangong Beidou did not miss the enemy's momentary hesitation. The Flying Frost Sword Pill swam away, and the qi of this side of the world had been mastered by him.

Fengjiang's clothes just moved, and Nangong Beidou knew what it meant.

Immediately, the sword intent was vigorous, and countless sword lights swept away like a wind and clouds, suddenly shaking the grass, trees, mud and stones, making people invisible.

Feng Jiang's complexion that the sword light was referring to changed drastically.

The strong wind was piercing, the sword momentum was earth-shattering, the killing intent was piercing, and coupled with the original characteristics of the Flying Frost Sword, Feng Jiang only felt that the cold around his body was like being surrounded by ten thousand years of cold ice, and his teeth couldn't control it and trembled slightly.

However, the first time the teeth collided, Feng Jiang suddenly woke up: he was taken away by the momentum of a junior!

Feng Jiang is a Jindan monk in the end, he was unknown at first, and he was surprised by Nangong Beidou's sword moves and made a retreat, but now he has realized his mistake at that time.

If Feng Jiang didn't have any intention at the beginning and confronted Nangong Beidou head-on, although Nangong Beidou's sword momentum was fierce, it could still interfere halfway.

And now, the other party's momentum can no longer be stopped, and he is a dignified Jindan monk who really seems to be driven away by someone!

Feng Jiang's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he did not flee but retreated, turned over and turned back in mid-air, and touched the earth-shattering and murderous sword light!

With the sound of breaking the air and a terrible and resentful cry, a cloud of blood mist exploded, turning into a red barrier.

As soon as this red barrier came out, the Flying Frost Sword Pill slowed down, and there was even a faint feeling of condensation.

Nangong Beidou's heart sank, and he immediately recalled the Flying Frost Sword, but seeing that the sword pill was still sharp and round, and had not been tainted by the evil law, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Jiang finally made a decision, and although he was damaged, he completely interrupted Nangong Beidou's sword technique, which had not yet been perfected.

Nangong Beidou raised his eyebrows, and once again thought of what Fang Shaobai said to himself when he first came to Southern Xinjiang: "...... The five sects of the Demon Gate came here secretly, and there are also monks in Dayan Temple here......"

The Star Luo Sect and the Wu Clan are incompatible, coupled with the sudden appearance of the Blood River Sect today, making people like Nangong Beidou who are not good at scheming also feel that there seems to be a hand stirring up the wind and clouds in this southern territory in the dark.

When he was uneasy, he heard Miao Yang anxiously talking to the old witch again, and when he heard it, he knew that it was related to the Holy Maiden of the Moon.

Nangong Beidou was suddenly awe-inspiring, as Miao Yang said, the Holy Maiden and her party have been facing the enemy for a long time after the break, and they are afraid that they are deep in the mud, and they may not know what is wrong.

Moreover, if he didn't guess wrong, although Feng Jiang was seriously injured and left, the direction he went should be the direction in which everyone from Qingmiao Village came.

Although Nangong Beidou didn't want to admit it, he extremely doubted that his rapid improvement in swordsmanship today was inseparable from that strange temperament of the witch saintess.

He looked around, there were either old and young people or women and children around him, and there were only a few young people left after being attacked by the Blood River Sect, Wu Zhu was old, and it was not easy to protect the people around him.

Nangong Beidou could only be kind and took the initiative to take the task of returning to check.

The mountains and forests are in shambles, and the vegetation is crooked, as if it has been hit by a torrential rain, but the surroundings are as quiet as late at night.

Nangong Beidou's originally galloping flying sword gradually slowed down, and finally even put away the sword, and the whole person climbed the tree like a black leopard.

After a while, there was finally some movement ahead.

Nangong Beidou held his breath and quietly looked through the cracks in the trees.

There were more than a dozen people wearing Blood River Sect costumes lying on the ground, some of them were dead, some were convulsing and struggling, and they let out heart-wrenching screams.

In the middle of the term, there were also three or two witch women lying on the ground, unknown whether they were alive or dead.

The witch saint Yuexi and the patriarch of Qingmiao Village, Miao Leopard, were surrounded and protected in the center by the remaining saint witch guards and Wu warriors, and fought around with the enemy.

The enemy has two Jindan monks, one of whom is Jin Liang, who went to Kunlun to make trouble back then.

There is also an old man with white hair, standing with his back to Nangong Beidou with his hands in his hands, looking unfathomable.

Jin Liang's face was also iron-blue, and his companion's face was not good, and he couldn't see anywhere.

The group of people in front of them is not small, and they seem to be inconspicuous, but they didn't expect that the young girl among them was so ruthless, and in the blink of an eye, they quietly caused them to lose more than a dozen people.

The mysterious Gu worms even scared them, unlike the other Wu Clan's Gu worms, as soon as these powerful Gu worms entered their bodies, they seemed to be constantly multiplying in the blood, no matter how ruthlessly they cut them off, they couldn't get rid of them, and eventually the blood all over their bodies was eroded, and they died helplessly.

If it weren't for the impromptu arrival of the elders, the two of them would have almost let this group of people out of their palms. On the other hand, Feng Jiang led people to chase after the others and still hasn't returned, and the cold and huge killing intent from before has also made them a little uneasy.

Jin Liang looked at the back of the gluttonous old man, and quietly took a step back.

Yuexi's face was pale at this time, and his always bright eyes showed a bit of despair.

The past few days have been smooth sailing, but after all, this young girl has a careless heart in her heart, and her actions have revealed traces, and she has provoked the people of the Blood River Sect.

Although Yuexi inherited the inheritance of the Wu clan, she couldn't just use cultivation as the level of the wheel, but her previous invincible Gu art couldn't get close to the old man in front of her, and she finally realized that the cultivation of the comer was unfathomable.

The gluttonous old man's eyes were indifferent, although he was dressed ordinarily, but Nangong Beidou only felt that the qi and blood were surging like a tide, as if there was a monstrous blood coming to his nose.

He immediately guessed that this should be a Yuanying Monk, and he couldn't help but be in a dilemma.

Suddenly, the gluttonous old man's eyes suddenly turned, and he looked in the direction of Nangong Beidou, and his voice was like gold and stone, and it came clearly: "Since you are here, don't hide." ”

Nangong Beidou only felt that his body was firmly locked by that huge qi machine, and he knew that it was impossible to make a move under the other party's nose, so he took a deep breath and jumped down from the tree to the middle unhurriedly.

When Yuexi saw him coming, her eyes lit up and then went out like ashes.

The gluttonous old man looked Nangong Beidou who was speechless up and down, and said, "Fang Cai's sword intent was done by you?"

However, he asked yes, but he didn't wait for Nangong Beidou to answer, he actually made a move!

Although there was a battle in the mountains and forests, the vegetation was crooked, but it remained lush after all. But when the gluttonous old man opened and closed his mouth, this originally quiet rainforest instantly turned into countless corpses and a sea of blood!

Everyone fell into it, and Nangong Beidou directly faced the center of the storm.

The surrounding qi was chaotic and violent, like a giant beast that had lost its mind, and it was like a world of difference compared to the storm set off by Nangong Beidou before.

Nangong Beidou is like a lonely boat, involuntarily floating in this sea of blood. The disgusting bloody aura was pervasive, as if it was about to cause the essence and blood of his whole body to rush and burn until it was exhausted!

The Flying Frost Sword is like a light in the dark, struggling to support Nangong Beidou to be clear and inextinguishable.

But under this overwhelming malicious pressure, the Flying Frost Sword Qingguang could only shrink like a bean, and only had the splendor of rice grains.

However, it has never been extinguished.

Although that unyielding will is like fireflies, it is indelible, and even death can't!

The gluttonous old man's eyes were cold, but he said, "But that's it." After saying that, there was already a killing attempt.

However, as soon as the words fell, a sudden change in the sea of blood occurred.

There seemed to be a dazzling white light in front of everyone's eyes, dispelling the sea of blood and steaming.

With the roar of the gluttonous old man's anger, the sea of corpse mountains and blood disappeared in an instant, and when Nangong Beidou opened his eyes again, the lush mountains and forests appeared in front of him again.

And the gluttonous old man who was invincible in the past is gone.

Nangong Beidou's heart was shocked, and his eyes were a little scattered: Fang Cai's white light was unknown to others, but he knew very well that it was just a sword light.

But this sword light made the heavens and the earth pale, and the gods and ghosts were shocked.