Outside Taoyuan Villa Village, the atmosphere is gloomy.

After the confrontation again and again, Ma Hong's face was a little ugly.

He couldn't have imagined that his dignified fourfold cultivation had already fought for more than thirty rounds, and he hadn't killed Ye Chong yet.

Even if he first entered the acquired quadruple, his strength was unstable, and he could not be compared with Chu Feng. But whether it is skill, strength or speed, don't say that Ye Chong, who is the second day after tomorrow, is Zhao He, who is the third day after tomorrow, and within ten moves, he will die under his knife.

What made him even more frightened was that Ye Chong's strength seemed to be endless, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the strength was surging, and he became more and more brave the more he fought, so that he couldn't see half of the flaws.

By now, he was already a little out of breath. But Ye Chong still looked like he was fine, his face was as usual, and the dusty sword in his hand trembled even more, as if he was rapidly accumulating strength and slashing out the next sword.

"Did you take the Flame Grass?" said Ma Hong's brows furrowed. As he spoke, he mobilized his strength.

"Flame grass? It's just that if you don't have the strength to put the blame for not being able to defeat me on the Flame Grass, it will be too child's play. ”

Ye Chong sneered and shook his wrist. Nine sword qi were regenerated on the dust sword, whistling like the wind, pounced on Ma Hong.

"Since you are already a dying person, then the master will let you die clearly. ”

"I am Ye Chong, an immortal madman, a fellow practitioner of immortal martial arts, a kendo Hinayana cultivator, and it is easy to kill you with only the four layers of the day after tomorrow!"

After speaking, Ye Chong moved suddenly.

On the trajectory of the journey, several afterimages were left.

And just when Ma Hong swung his sword to slash through the sword qi, Ye Chong had already come to him.

The sword light is like water, cold and piercing.

"Emperor Yuan Sword Sutra, the first style, Kaiyun heavy slash, sword moves mountains and rivers!"

Ye Chong spoke again.

It was like a fairy sound, and then I saw that the body of the water sword was like water, and it was like a strange arc, avoiding the long knife, and coming straight towards his neck.

The sword aura was cold, the air trembled, and the qi waves around the body seemed to be squeezed, condensing several black holes the size of stars.

The momentum of rushing is devastating.

Ma Hong gritted his teeth, the long knife retreated, and under the agitation of energy, he wanted to struggle to shake away the dusty ancient sword.

But at the moment when the long knife collided with the Ancient Sword of Dust, the sword body was actually split in two.

This time, it wasn't the sword qi, nor the heavy sword shadow. The sword light that separates is the second dusty sword!

Ma Hong's eyes widened with rage, and his eyes were full of horror.

"How is that possible!"

He muttered, he could clearly feel that the detached sword body was exactly the same as the dust sword, and it was definitely not an illusion.

But at this moment, he couldn't think about it anymore, the long knife was taken out of his hand in an instant, and Ma Hong's figure exploded.

But the second dust sword that came out of his body, like a sword qi, shot straight out, turned into a streamer, and rushed straight to the door in front of him.

If you retreat one meter, the dust sword will chase one meter.

If you retreat ten meters, the streamer will approach ten meters!

He was keenly aware that the murderous and awe-inspiring aura contained in this dust sword was by no means strength, but it was no different from the other dusty ancient sword that was still in Ye Chong's hand at the moment.

Mahon was furious. But he had no choice but to turn his strength, poured into his palms, and clasped his hands together, wanting to turn sideways to smash the incoming dust.

Bite!

The violent amplitude, Weng Ran's voice moved, and his palms slapped away, but the dusty sword was still menacing.

Ma Hong couldn't avoid it, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on his cheek.

The dust sticks to the Mahon fur and shoots to the rear.

Boom!

Ma Hong turned his head to look, his eyes were shocked, and the hair on his whole body suddenly rose.

I saw that on the ground, a bowl of deep pit had been smashed out of the ancient sword of the dust. But the dusty ancient sword disappeared.

"What's going on???!"

Mahon exclaimed.

The chilling murderous intent just now, as well as the blood line on his face, coupled with the big pit on the ground at this moment, all of this is enough to show that the dusty ancient sword that was split in two just now is not an illusion.

But......

What about the sword?How could the long sword disappear out of thin air!?

"The sword, in front of you......"

Ye Chong's sneering figure suddenly sounded in his ears, and Ma Hong's heart was shocked, not because of Ye Chong's flat and mocking tone, but when Ye Chong's voice fell, he suddenly felt a palpitation.

At the same time, there was a slight tremor. Suddenly, it sounded in front of him, and the breath was rich and cold, mixed with a trace of supreme coercion that made him indescribable.

Xianwei!

He hurriedly turned his head, but his heart was shocked in an instant, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his back.

Before his eyes. A delicate little sword appeared out of thin air.

This small sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows, hanging in the air, and there was a faint shimmer, reflected in his pupils.

"It's ......"

Ma Hong couldn't help but exclaim, but the little sword didn't give him a chance to speak at all. only heard Ye Chong say the word [叱], and the little sword suddenly condensed into a streamer and came straight to his eyebrows.

It's a few points faster than dust.

Moreover, the breath that made his heart palpitate just now came with the exquisite little sword. It became more and more intense, and there was even more immortal coercion like from the gods, making his whole body stiff and difficult to move.

"I said, master, I am a fellow practitioner of Xianwu, not comparable to an ordinary man like you. Why don't you believe it!"

Ye Chong smiled again, his hands quietly pinched, and the speed of the exquisite little sword suddenly accelerated, like electricity, like a lightning strike, tearing the void and directly drilling into the depths of Ma Hong's eyebrows.

Burst!

There was another muffled thud. But it was the delicate little sword that came out from the back of his head again.

"Back!"

Ye Chong whispered, but his face was a little pale.

After a slight tremble, the small sword came to Ye Chong's palm, and then, it became smaller and smaller, and disappeared.

Bang!

Until this time. The frightened Ma Hong collapsed to the ground, no longer alive.

Call~!

He let out a sigh of relief, but his legs were weak and he almost fell to his knees. I finally mustered up my strength, got out of the dust, and finally stabilized my body.

Ye Chong found out. He was on the verge of collapse, and his hands trembled slightly.

"But it's worth it! Thanks to that beggar aunt!"

Ye Chong muttered to himself, and An Qing'er, who was venting her anger on her entourage, suddenly sneezed, "Who is cursing Miss Ben!?"

"This should be the second time that Kenmaru has slashed the enemy and drank blood, right? No loss!"

With a light smile, Ye Chong took a deep breath, stood up forcibly, and was about to return to Taoyuan Resort to kill the remnants of Ma Hong.

But at this moment, in the darkness in the distance, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

If it weren't for Ye Chong's stepping on the immortal path, his perception would be more acute than ordinary people, and he would not have noticed that this was a fleeting voice.

In normal times, Ye Chong would not have cared about this at all.

But now it's different.

He sacrificed a delicate little sword!

The puppet is not guilty of his guilt!

Flying swords kill people in the air. This kind of divine skill is the ultimate in martial arts, and only the realm of heaven and man can comprehend the divine power.

But now, it happened to appear in him, an acquired double person.

If it spreads, it may even shock the whole of China, those wealthy lords of the world. He must be captured, and he may be dissected!

This is exactly the reason why Ye Chong thanked An Qing'er. If it weren't for An Qing'er's sudden appearance, he would have stepped into the realm of sword intent, and Ye Chong would not have been sure to kill Ma Hong. Fortunately, thanks to An Qing'er, Ye Chong coaxed Ma Hong to no man's land. Win with the power of a delicate little sword.

But now......

Someone saw his delicate little sword!

Ye Chong's eyes were completely cold, and his whole heart was already tense, looking at the gloomy place.

It was a corner, only a meter square, and there was no way out. If that person wants to escape, he must come out of the darkness.

The air was chilling. In the dead streets, murder is evident.

After three breaths, there was still no movement in the darkness.

But even so, Ye Chong's eyes were still staring at the darkness without blinking, not daring to relax for a moment.

He was sure that there was someone there! He was even more sure that the man had seen the delicate little sword!

And that person, the reason why he didn't come out, was also convinced that once he appeared, either you would die or I would die!

In the dark, the man didn't move, hoping that Ye Chong would mistakenly think that he had heard it wrong and leave directly.

But looking at Ye Chong's posture now, it is no longer possible.

Stalemate, not good for anyone.

He clearly felt that although Ye Chong was guarding against him, the aura of his whole body was flowing rapidly.

Ye Chong is racing against time to recover his strength. I want to kill him without fail!

The man sighed lightly, "If I say that I was just passing by and didn't see anything, would you believe it?"

The voice is flat, it's a man. More precisely, a middle-aged man who is much older than him. Moment. Ye Chong had a judgment.

But he was still silent, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the ancient sword of the dust was tightened a little tighter.

Ye Chong was sure that he had never heard this voice before.

In other words, this man was not an acquaintance of his.

Even so, this man deserves death!

Must die!