The faint flute sound is like a fairy song floating down from the nine heavens, and the murderous aura filled with heaven and earth seems to be poured out, and the song blows away the killing intent, dissipating the dryness in everyone's hearts like a spring breeze.

"No, this song has incredible power, it weakens our killing intent, don't listen to it. Yang Yi forcibly bit the tip of his tongue and let himself get out of that strange situation. At the same time, the cold air of the forest sealed the whole body, so that the flute sound could not penetrate the whole body

Hearing the shouting of the person next to him, Jiang He, who was silent in it, suddenly woke up, and his face was shocked. The two of them turned back at the same time and looked into the distance, where they heard a carriage at some point, and a turquoise flute was blowing in red makeup under the hazy night, and the source of the song was from the woman in red makeup.

The tune is neither high nor low, but it is like a stream flowing in a mountain stream, and it is more like a gentle breeze. Listening to it makes people unconsciously shake their minds along with the tune, and they don't know that they are falling into a fantasy. At the moment, they don't know if it's friend or foe, standing in place and not making any moves immediately, if they are full of vitality, they may be able to kill this woman here, but when they saw the old man, they gave up the idea in their hearts, but when they saw the state of the magic sword, the killing intent instantly increased, such a distance, even if the woman with red makeup wanted to save the magic sword, it was impossible, as long as they killed the power of the magic sword behind moving out, the woman with red makeup would not dare to do anything to them.

Zhang Kaifeng's state didn't seem to be as free from the strange flute sound as Yang Yi and the others, his eyes were closed, and the sword in his hand had fallen off to the side.

"Good opportunity, it seems that the sword of the magic sword just now has consumed most of his strength, and at this time, the body protection divine element is insufficient, otherwise it will not be affected. Jiang He's face was overjoyed when he saw the state of the magic sword, and he hurriedly shouted.

"Kill!"

The two of them moved quickly, and they had already rushed closer, and the two were still suspicious at first, but when they saw the magic sword that was still closed, they were more sure of what they thought in their hearts. The simple knife and the soft whip were swung out, and the magic sword was killed.

In the distance, the red-makeup woman sitting on the roof of the carriage saw this, her face changed slightly, the song she played, in fact, the internal force used was not very much, considering that Zhang Kaifeng had been severely injured, she couldn't get out of it. But she underestimated those two masters, and she was able to break free early, causing such a passive situation. But the two people sitting upright below had no intention of making a move, which made the red-makeup woman angry, but she was helpless. can only speed up the song, but in his heart he keeps cursing the guy not far away, isn't it called the most terrifying, how can he be trapped by the song.

"Damn!"

Seeing that the two masters had entered not far in front of Zhang Kaifeng, the red-makeup woman was a little jade, like a flying flower, flying off the roof of the carriage and rushing towards Zhang Kaifeng in the distance. I hope she can catch up, otherwise she will be useless this time, and she still wants the magic sword to owe her favors?

The flute stopped suddenly, and the figure of the red-makeup woman flew away like a floating light. Still sitting in the carriage, the old man was calm and relaxed, and let the woman with red makeup rush out, it was okay to be able to change the ending, if he couldn't, forget it, as for the two young guys who dared to touch her, don't blame him for killing people.

The Pu Dao near the head came in the blink of an eye, and the long hair was blown away by the Dao Dao's knife wind, and the knife qi stimulated from the knife cut the scalp of the magic sword, and blood flowed down. Yang Yi was overjoyed, the handle of the knife held in both hands was suddenly pressed, life and death were only in an instant, and the woman with red makeup was even more anxious, but there was still a distance from it, Zhu Yuan entered the flute, and slapped it towards another man. Jiang He and the two naturally sensed that the flute sound suddenly stopped, and when they saw the red-makeup woman running, they were even more sure that the magic sword was more deeply injured, and at that moment Jiang He turned his head and threw out a soft whip to meet the flute and left, he wanted to stop it, and he couldn't let the magic sword come back from the ghost gate.

At the moment of crisis, Zhang Kaifeng, who opened his eyes, grabbed the blade of Pu Dao with his bare hands, and looked directly at the person in front of him with cold eyes. Yang Yi's heart was inexplicably cold, and then, his chest hurt, he lowered his head stiffly, and a sword pierced through his heart. Then he held the sword and stirred, and his heart was shattered, and he died completely.

Death can't make a sound, Zhang Kaifeng pushed Yang Yi away, pulled out his long sword, and the woman in red makeup was speechless for a while in shock as if she had seen a ghost. And Jiang He was even more inexplicable, because the red-makeup woman's offensive suddenly stopped, so he didn't know why. But the thick murderous aura behind him woke him up, and ominous thoughts flashed in his mind, Yang Yi failed.

The soft whip thundered angrily, shook the red-makeup woman, held the whip in her backhand, and the straight long whip stabbed at Zhang Kaifeng, who was walking slowly, and the soft whip played a thunderous burst, hovering in front. I saw Zhang Kaifeng's expression not moving, his feet were square, and he was talking lightly, but the thunder whip couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, but got closer and closer.

Suddenly, the wind stopped moving, and the bronze long sword swirled out, and the sword bloomed with a magnificent sword flower, dazzling in light. It seems to be a random slap and slash, and the sword slashes the long whip, but it can catch the trajectory of the long whip.

Jiang He's face was pale, but he couldn't change it, and after several battles, he had already fallen into a disadvantage. If he continues to fight, he has already predicted the fate of his own defeat, but to get out, he must use the momentum of thunder.

"The purple sun is seven poles, and the green sun is dawning. ”

With his mind set, the long whip was suddenly withdrawn, only to see Jiang He's feet shake, his whole body was boiling, and the heaven and earth suddenly brightened, like a blazing sun, dazzling. The soft whip swung and hovered above his head, and suddenly the air around the soft whip was agitated, surrounded by sizzling thunder and lightning, and then emitting a bright fire. The firelight that seemed to be a firefly was violently increased by its power, and a burning sensation spread rapidly. Where Jiang He stood, the water in the soil under his feet was pumped out and evaporated, and the green grass withered and turned yellow in the blink of an eye, and then turned into fly ash, which showed the domineering power of the Ziyang Gate. It is rumored that the Ziyang Seven Poles of Ziyang Gate are practiced to the extreme, which can attract the sun in the sky and take the blessing of fire essence, and the power is even more unimaginable.

The steaming heat hit his face, Zhang Kaifeng's eyebrows did not move, his feet raised his bow, and his sword pointed to the southeast, only a cold contempt said: "Ziyang Gate Ziyang Seven Poles? ”

"It's late, go!" Jiang He's eyes widened, the soft whip spun and stopped, and the whip came out, and in an instant, a green fire the size of a basin was thrown out.

The huge green flame can extinguish the vitality, and in an instant, Zhang Kaifeng was completely wrapped in the green flame, the ground rumbled, the ground was cracked out several zhang, and the ground burned by the green sun made a sneering sound.

The woman with red makeup stood in place, her expression a little dull, and she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, is it really too late?

Jiang He poured all his strength into one move, and his face was extremely pale, although he had some doubts. But seeing that the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng hadn't come out for a long time, he was even more sure of his inner thoughts, and his face showed the happiness of the rest of his life, and he laughed: "Haha, what magic sword Zhang Kaifeng, but Er'er, no one has ever been able to survive from the Purple Sun Seven Poles since ancient times, and you can't be an exception." ”

However, Jiang He's smile stiffened suddenly, and in the blazing green flames, a figure slowly became clear, and only one sound was heard.

"Sword-Demon Flame!"

Immediately, the figure in the green flame was turbulent, and the peerless holy demon sword emitted a faint purple glow, and the purple light was swallowed, and the instantaneous nine-headed phantom demon dragon was wrapped around the sword, and the demon dragon was actually devouring the green flame. Immediately, the demonic sound on the sword echoed, and the cold sword intent tore apart everything in front of him, and in the place where it was far and wide, the ground was torn into a mess by the sword intent.

The eyes of the figure inside opened, only to hear the sound of "Peng", the green flame was torn apart by the fierce sword intent, the splashing flames burned in the distance, and the ground was blasted out of a dense pit by the power of the flames.

The person who reappeared in front of Jiang He's eyes was not injured, but looked like he was full of vitality, the demon dragon on the sword was absorbed into the sword, Zhang Kaifeng did not care about Jiang He's consternation, stepped out, and slashed with a sword.

The demon dragon sucked into the sword, and the seemingly ordinary sword made Jiang He's whole body stand upside down, and a shadow of death enveloped his whole body, and even his breathing became rapid. Knowing that the power of this sword was definitely not low, a scarlet pill slipped out of his sleeve during the change of expression, and the pill emitted a pungent fishy smell, as if it was condensed from blood.

"Demon Yuan Dan!" said the woman in red makeup in surprise.

In today's martial arts, there are a lot of pills, and the Demon Yuan Pill is the most domineering, as long as you take it, you can improve the foundation. But the side effects are also extremely obvious, if you are lucky not to die, a body of strength will inevitably be left seventy-seven eighty-eight, and the loss of essence and blood is huge, and the heavy ones will lose all their skills and become a waste person, although it is a life-saving thing, but it is also a dangerous road.

Jiang He swallowed the pill without hesitation, his sluggish breath skyrocketed in an instant, the essence on his cheeks bulged out, and his eyes were red, like a devil who had escaped from a cage. The saliva in his mouth continued to flow, his hands became like the claws of beasts, and his voice roared like a beast that had lost its heart, and the murderous aura was unleashed.

"If you can force me to swallow the Beast Demon Pill, even if you die today, I will drag you into hell. In the low roar, Jiang He carried endless hatred, and then, with a bang, the surroundings were shattered, and a light and shadow rushed in.

There are really a lot of outliers in the Demon Gate, and even this kind of pill can be developed, but just by relying on the soaring power and being blinded by the beast's heart, Zhang Kaifeng will not lose.

The two figures met in an instant, Zhang Kaifeng turned his feet, dodging the attacking claws, and the sword qi of the peerless holy demon sword was turbulent, accurately cutting through half of Jiang He's body. The fire was shining, but the sharp blade of the sword was difficult to injure.

"Hmm!" Sensing the mutation, immediately, the sharp claws clawed over, and Zhang Kaifeng hurriedly turned over and retreated.

Jiang He stepped forward step by step, clinging closely, the red light on his claws flashed, and the claws shot out. Zhang Kaifeng turned over and slapped his palm on the ground, a little under his foot, the claw suddenly fell into the air, at the same time, he exerted his strength under his foot, changed his one-handed sword to two-handed sword, turned his body and past, and then slashed behind Jiang He with a sword.

"Dang!"

With a fierce slash, the sword qi rose again, and Jiang He's figure was stunned, and he was blasted out by this sword, and his feet plowed out two deep ravines on the soft grass.

"Roar!"

Jiang He, who was blinded by the heart of the beast, roared again and again, letting him be copper-skinned and iron-clad, being slashed by such a ferocious sword, it was still a little painful, and the murderous aura became even stronger.

(End of chapter)