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In the trapped Dragon Valley, people's hearts have become a little fluctuating.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood in place, looking at each other coldly.

Yinkong held a spear in his hand, blocking in front of the other two survivors, carefully guarding, lest Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly burst out and kill people.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to kill it now, Yinkong and the others were able to survive, so they naturally had their own ability to save their lives, and Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to push too hard.

Soon.

In the Trapped Dragon Valley, the number of people has decreased by two-thirds.

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded with satisfaction.

The body moved, and appeared beside Li Qifeng.

"Everyone, the famous sword is in Li Qifeng's hands at this moment, and each one depends on his ability. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu's loud voice shook the valley.

In the valley, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The original churning river also fell into a brief silence, flowing slowly, corpses floating on it, colliding with each other, the river water was bright red, reflecting the moonlight, sparkling.

Suddenly, the wind rose in the canyon.

A powerful killing intent permeated the wind.

A figure suddenly rose into the sky.

A cold light flashed, directly taking Li Qifeng.

Lightning-fast.

Li Qifeng's eyes froze, and above the Yuanhong Sword, the fierce power suddenly swept out, and a sword stabbed out.

Whew!

Three hurried voices rang out, grinding in the void with a piercing chirp.

Li Qifeng finally saw the person clearly.

A man with a strong body and a fierce appearance appeared in front of Li Qifeng.

A strange sword was twisted in his hand.

The blow did not have the slightest effect.

The man's body suddenly fled.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was standing still, raised his eyebrows, stepped out, and the black sword directly pierced the man's chest, and blood suddenly splattered out.

Bang!

A heavy punch was thrown out.

The man's ribcage suddenly collapsed, and his body flew backwards.

"Come when you want, leave when you want, it's not that simple. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu's cold voice came out.

In the canyon, there was a stunned place.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, are you here to grab the sword or are you here to fight against us?"

Someone asked in a loud voice.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, with a sneer in his expression, and said, "Lao Tzu can do whatever he wants, and take care of your." ”

A domineering tone was exhaled.

It's unreasonable.

In the canyon, a strange atmosphere is spreading.

That's it.

There is no way back.

Just as everyone's minds were moving, a powerful wave appeared in the void.

A stiff fist burst out.

I saw that the old man in the sheepskin jacket actually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, his fists rubbing in the air with a sharp popping sound.

The punch came too quickly.

It's like a meteorite falling from the sky, rubbing sparks in the atmosphere.

Li Qifeng's expression changed, his footsteps moved, and above the Yuanhong Sword, the explosive internal force surged towards the fierce fist.

But

Zhang Xiaoyu's speed is faster.

As soon as his footsteps slipped, Zhang Xiaoyu slapped out lightly.

Fists meet.

Zhang Xiaoyu's palm wrapped the fist of the old man in the sheepskin jacket.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu is like a tall mountain blocking Li Qifeng's body.

Li Qifeng's footsteps turned, the Yuanhong in his hand shook, and the endless sword qi suddenly burst out, carrying a powerful internal force.

A whisper came out.

In an instant, a thunderclap shook the heavens and the earth.

The majestic internal force suddenly turned into countless raindrops.

In an instant, between heaven and earth, it was like a rainstorm.

The sound of the rain suddenly sounded.

The sound of rapid rain drops is like the sound of drums beating in everyone's heart.

Bashan night rain!

There is a vast expanse between heaven and earth.

The raindrops turned by the internal force are constantly dripping, and every drop of rain is a powerful power.

The Yuanhong Sword roared leisurely.

Pierce the heavy rain curtains.

The old man in the sheepskin jacket changed slightly, his fist was blatantly exerted, and the other hand stretched out two fingers and clamped towards the Yuanhong sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu's body raised slightly backwards.

Li Qifeng's sword was caught between the two fingers of the old man in the sheepskin jacket, and he did not move at all.

His gaze swept over Yuanhong's sword, which was as tough as a mountain, and the old man in the sheepskin jacket showed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"It's really a good sword!"

A whisper spit out.

On top of the two fingers, a powerful force suddenly swept out.

Yuanhong Jian couldn't help but tremble.

Li Qifeng's expression became extremely ugly, and all the internal forces in his body gathered together, holding the sword firmly.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked angry.

Step out.

As soon as the black sword moved, it was silent, and the cold sword intent burst out again.

A sword slammed out.

Between heaven and earth, the temperature suddenly became cold.

Shura's sword technique, the death of hell!

I saw that above the black sword, the heavy sword qi was like the tide of the sea, layered up, carrying indescribable horror.

Zhang Xiaoyu's whole body emitted a calm aura, like a demon coming out of hell, which made people feel fearful.

The old man in the sheepskin jacket looked shocked.

The powerful power carried by Zhang Xiaoyu's black sword made him feel a little fear in his heart.

Raised eyebrows.

The old man in the sheepskin jacket withdrew backwards.

The black sword was undiminished and followed closely.

The old man in the sheepskin jacket showed a trace of ruthlessness in his expression, his body shook, and two swords on his hands were born leisurely.

The sword was incomparable, no more than a foot in size, but it was wrapped around the arm of the old man in the sheepskin jacket like a double dragon.

The body shook, and two sword gangs burst out.

The fierce power made the void constantly vibrate, and there were continuous ripples.

Zhang Xiaoyu's expression was resolute with murderous intent, holding a black sword in his hand, and he took three steps in a row.

Between three steps, Zhang Xiaoyu's momentum climbed to the peak.

The Shura sword technique destroys the world and destroys the earth!

Above the black sword, a vision suddenly appeared.

Powerful, majestic black internal force gushed out, carrying the breath of hell, filthy and terrifying.

A huge black python appeared in the sky.

The black python opened its bloody mouth and bit down directly.

The two swords of the old man in the sheepskin jacket were suddenly swallowed in a big mouth, and they were completely annihilated in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaoyu's body moved, standing on top of the huge black python.

All over the body, powerful qi was circulating, and on the forehead, lines were revealed as if they had been soaked in ink.

The huge black python rushed out like lightning.

The old man in the sheepskin jacket withdrew again.

There was a hint of brazenness in his expression.

At this moment, he finally understood in his heart why Zhang Xiaoyu in front of him was so young, but he had such a terrifying cultivation.

Zhang Xiaoyu followed a path of cultivation that was different from ordinary people's path of killing.

to kill into the way.

The battle is endless, the killing is endless.

It's a path that specializes in killing.

It's just that

The old man in the sheepskin jacket was very puzzled in his heart, this Shura sword technique was an evil sword technique two hundred years ago, how did it end up in Zhang Xiaoyu's hands?