The sound of Zuo Qinghou spread above the top of the mountain, and the murderous intent was permeated.

Suddenly, Yang Xuan seemed to appear on a huge battlefield, flesh and blood flying, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Not far from him, a soldier was impaled through the body by a single shot, and let out a terrible scream.

Yang Xuan touched his face, and a few drops of blood splashed on his face.

In front of him, a weak soldier was stabbing at him with a long knife at a very slow pace, with a hint of cowardice and hesitation on his face.

Just when Yang Xuan wanted to wave his hand and wave the soldier back, the black beads in his body suddenly vibrate.

The illusion disappeared, and Zuo Qinghou was holding a black and red long knife, his face was full of sneers, and the tip of the knife was less than three inches away from Yang Xuan's eyes.

Yang Xuan was shocked, the wood aura was running wildly, and the power of life and death was instantly raised to the extreme.

Life and death robbery fingering, life and death.

Rumble!

The mountain was flattened, and Yang Xuan spurted a mouthful of blood and flew upside down.

The black-red long knife bent in an instant, and then straightened out again with a bang, and the tip of the blade still trembled freely.

A look of surprise appeared on Zuo Qinghou's face, but the next moment, it all retreated, turning into a murderous machine.

Yang Xuan was able to break through his illusion realm and launch a counterattack, which was powerful and unexpected.

When they reached their realm, they had already entered the Dao, and with a single blow, what they showed was their own Dao, Han Zhibei's Dao was the Dao of going against the current, never admitting defeat, and never turning back, and his Dao was the tempering of blood and fire, and it was an endless battlefield, with flesh and blood flying, which was terrifying.

Humanitarianism, what is the way? There is one's own way, and only then can it be humane.

On the battlefield, do everything you can to achieve your goals.

In order to kill Yang Xuan with one blow, he did not hesitate to oppress with momentum and confuse with words, so as to create a lore of the small soldiers in the thousands of troops just now.

But what he didn't expect was that Yang Xuan actually broke through his path and launched a counterattack at the last moment, although he was seriously injured, but he lost the opportunity to kill with one blow.

In time, the second son will definitely become a confidant, so he has made up his mind to kill.

Yang Xuan was on the run, he didn't have any hesitation, he didn't hesitate, and between his thoughts, he was thousands of miles away.

Han Zhibei ranked seventeenth on the list, and Zuo Qinghou ranked thirteenth, with a difference of four places in the middle, but Zuo Qinghou was much stronger than Han Zhibei, not a star and a half.

This is not the first time he has fought against a master of humanity, but it is the second time he has fought against a master on the top of the list, and at this moment, he finally understands why he has never heard the name of the list in the Qingxue Country before, and why the Queen of Qingxue, Xie Tianke, and the old man who chops wood have not been able to make it to the list.

They are not enough for this qualification.

Road!

for they have no way of their own.

The way of the countercurrent of Han Zhibei and the way of the battlefield of the left light wait are all their own unique ways, and they can only be on the list of people and see the mountains at a glance.

Yang Xuan's speed was raised to the extreme, and the mountains and rivers became afterimages at his feet.

But Zuo Qinghou followed, and in the void, he strode forward, but caught up with Yang Xuan between his steps.

"Die!"

The black-red long knife was still a simple chop, slashing towards Yang Xuan from top to bottom.

The long knife was not this color, but it was stained with too much killing, too much blood, and it turned black and red.

In an instant, the entire night sky turned black and red, and the pungent smell of thick blood made people shudder.

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield!" Zuo Qinghou let out a low groan from his mouth, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Roar!

Countless soldiers let out an earth-shattering roar, and at the same time raised their swords and slashed at Yang Xuan, and in the sky, there were sword lights and sword shadows everywhere, breaking through the blood, breaking through the darkness, and slashing at Yang Xuan in unison.

As soon as the golden light appeared, endless flying swords suddenly appeared around Yang Xuan, like a golden river, rushing endlessly, rushing towards Zuo Qinghou.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Zuo Qinghou's eyes, and the long knife was still slashing, but he still had time to speak: "Yes, with your cultivation, you can replace Han Zhibei and become the seventeenth on the new list." ”

The golden river greeted thousands of troops, and for a while, the whole sky was chaotic into a pot of porridge, like a grand firework.

In the midst of this firework, the long knife in Zuo Qinghou's hand had already arrived in front of Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's face showed paleness, until this moment, the injuries in his body had not recovered, but it was too late, Zuo Qinghou would never give him another chance.

Yang Xuan took out his fingers, pressed his left hand on his right hand, and the next moment, his right thumb pointed out.

Life and death, one side of life, one side of death, life is death, death is life!

Bang!

There was a faint thunder between heaven and earth, Yang Xuan's eyes were extremely cold, this finger was the blow he had done his best since he created the fingering method of life and death.

Pointing out, Zuo Qinghou's face once again showed appreciation, but his eyes became even colder, and at the same time, the tip of his knife trembled slightly.

"This finger can be ranked fifteenth on the list!" he said softly, and the long knife slashed down.

No one can describe the majesty of that moment, the moment the fingertips touch the tip of the knife, everything is still.

In the next moment, the extremely violent power spread out in all directions, disturbing the space and the heavens and the earth.

Under their feet, a flat ground appeared in an instant, and everything disappeared.

Since then, it has been a place of death.

Yang Xuan continued to escape, and while fleeing, he vigorously coughed up blood and scattered it all over the sky.

The murderous intent in Zuo Qinghou's eyes is still undiminished, but is getting stronger and stronger.

He still strode forward, but between breaths, he caught up with Yang Xuan.

"You can't go. He said coldly, and then the long knife slashed again, again from top to bottom.

If the knife just now is a knife and axe hand, a pawn on a horse, then this knife is a pikeman, charging in formation, with bright armor.

You can't imagine the power of thousands of spears stabbing at you at the same time, the power of tearing through all the obstacles in your path.

The spears are like a forest, and the killing intent is all over the sky.

Yang Xuan stopped, he had no way to escape, all he could see with his eyes were the tips of the guns shining with cold glow, and the hideous faces.

Taking a deep breath, he had no choice.

"Five elements in one!" Yang Xuan's voice filled the night sky, echoing among the guns and forests.

The next moment, he turned into a round of sun.

The sun rises and the night disappears.

The sunlight dispelled the darkness, and the mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, and all creatures stretched out under the sun, infinitely comfortable.

The dazzling sunlight fell on Zuo Qinghou's eyes, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Click!

His bare skin was cracked, but there was no blood.

Between heaven and earth, there is light, and under the light, the darkness retreats.

Zuo Qinghou couldn't cut the long knife anymore, and there was finally shock in his eyes, and he no longer had the calm he had before,

I don't know how long it took, the sunlight finally dissipated, and the night once again covered the earth, leaving only Zuo Qinghou standing alone in the sky, and Yang Xuan was nowhere to be seen.

Zuo Qinghou stood quietly, as if transformed into a statue.

His clothes were torn, and cracks were showing on his exposed skin.

The hand holding the long knife trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood slowly flowed out.

His gaze fell on the unknown darkness, and his eyes were cold and murderous.

After a while, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"This move, ranked fourteenth!"

He said softly, in a calm tone.

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