It was a middle-aged man in a snow-clad suit, covered in snow-covered clothes, snow-white and unstained.

The face is handsome, the facial features are distinct, and there is a touch of melancholy between the eyebrows.

He held the jade flute, like a melancholy scholar who was sad and sad.

But at this moment, no one would think that he was just a powerless scholar.

A wisp of flute shattered the Xinggu Elder's attack and killing methods.

The man who appeared here was the master of the Listening Blood Building, Xue Yiqing.

He is also a pseudo-saint powerhouse!

"Another false saint!"

Everyone in the distance gasped.

The false saints they have seen today are simply more than they have seen in their lifetime.

Moreover, this pseudo-saint who suddenly appeared seemed to be still on Ye Guchen's side.

Many people looked at Ye Guchen, with a touch of deep shock in their pupils.

It is shocking that this small martial artist of life and death can lead so many strong people to appear.

"Are you ......" Elder Xinggu frowned, looking at Xue Yiqing, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Although he was in the realm of pseudo-saints, the man in snow in front of him gave him a sense of danger.

This person is capable of threatening his safety.

Xing Mo and Dongfang Aoyang, the two pseudo-saints, also stood with Elder Xinggu.

As for the chaotic demon ape, it has completely consumed energy, its body has shrunk, and it has turned back into Xiao Hei, and it has fainted directly, and it was caught in the claws of the Condor.

"Very strong sword cultivation ......" On the other side, Leng Qianji was holding the sword, and there was also a little solemnity in his eyes when he looked at Xue Yiqing.

Although Xue Yiqing plays the flute, the flute sound contains the way of the sword.

Therefore, Xue Yiqing is a sword cultivator with extraordinary strength.

"This person ......"

As soon as Xue Yiqing's flute appeared, Ye Guchen immediately reacted, knowing Xue Yiqing's identity, that is, listening to the blood mansion master.

Because when he joined the Listening Blood Building in the past, he was almost killed by the old man with the broken sword, but a wisp of flute sound floated in, which immediately made the old man with the broken sword panic.

And the sound of the flute, the same as the flute sound played by the man in front of him, all contain sword intent.

"Who are you...... Do you know that the Heavenly Crying Witch is a great ominous, a great sin, and has caused boundless murder, do you want the tragedy to happen again?" Xing Mo snorted coldly and scolded angrily.

The crying witch that day was obviously protecting Ye Guchen.

And Xue Yiqing protects the Sky Crying Witch.

In this way, doesn't it mean that another pseudo-saint has come forward to protect Ye Guchen.

Then if he wanted to kill Ye Guchen, it was undoubtedly more difficult.

"All living beings are bleeding, what does it have to do with me?" Xue Yiqing didn't care at all and said with a smile.

"What is the relationship between the owner of the Blood Mansion and Xue'er, is Xue'er's real name Ji Ruqianxue, what is the purpose of listening to the Lord of the Blood Mansion cultivating Xue'er to awaken and cry like this?" Ye Guchen's mind was full of doubts.

Xue Yiqing established the Blood Listening Building, let the killers under his command, collect the essence blood in his heart, form a blood pool, and nourish Xue'er.

And now, the flesh and blood demon fetus has appeared, and Xue'er has absorbed the flesh and blood essence and completely awakened.

What is the meaning behind this, and what is Cher's identity?

"Hmph, if that's the case, then I will kill you together!"

Elder Xinggu, Xing Mo, and Dongfang Aoyang were three powerhouses who shot at Xue Yiqing at the same time.

Leng Qianji paused slightly, and stood still.

He just promised Forging Tianfeng to help protect Ye Guchen, but it didn't mean that he wanted to help Xue Yiqing.

"Huh...... You hegemon-level forces are still so domineering. ”

Seeing this, Xue Yiqing smiled.

A touch of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He pinned the jade flute to his waist, raised his left hand, and a faint sword path spread out, with a deep emotion inside.

The right hand was raised, and a pitch-black and dead sword qi spread out, exuding boundless intent of destruction wherever it passed.

"The palm of the left hand is affectionate, and the right hand is lifeless!"

Xue Yiqing's words fell, and the two kendo realms spread out at the same time.

"It's ...... Sentient Kendo and Lifeless Kendo!" Leng Qianji's pupils burst out.

Sentient sendo, lifeless swordsmanship, are all peerless level swordsmanship.

And the two kinds of swordsmanship, there is a feeling of Tianke.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for this diametrically opposed sword path to appear in a sword cultivator at the same time, because it is too contradictory.

But in Xue Yiqing's body, the affectionate kendo and the lifeless kendo are well integrated, just like the yin and yang in tai chi.

"These two kinds of kendo...... You are the Snowy Night Sword Saint of the Dark World, Snow Memory!"

When Xue Yiqing displayed the two sword paths, Elder Xingu glared at him and suddenly spoke.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of some people in the audience were immediately sluggish, and a look of horror immediately sprung up.

"Black ...... Dark World...... He turned out to be a false saint in the dark world!"

"Dark World, what is Dark World?"

Although some people had horror on their faces after hearing about the dark world, the vast majority of martial artists were at a loss and obviously had not heard of this word.

"Huh...... He is worthy of being an elder of the Xingyu Sword Pavilion, and he is well-informed. Xue Yiqing smiled slightly.

But his moves didn't stop.

The two sword paths were in his hands, like the reincarnation of yin and yang, colliding with Elder Xinggu and the others.

Violent collision fluctuations swept through the sky, and the snow memories were shaken back.

But Elder Xinggu and the other three were also shocked back.

Xue Yiqing was actually able to resist the attacks of three pseudo-saints of the same level with her own strength.

"Listening to the sword path of the blood building master, it is really good, these two kinds of Tianke's sword dao, in his hands, can be so perfectly fused, exploding with double power. Ye Guchen's eyes condensed, and he thought to himself.

As early as when he first heard the sound of the flute, Ye Guchen knew that the Lord of the Blood Mansion must be an absolute kendo powerhouse.

Now when I see it, it is not true.

"Hateful ......," Elder Xinggu and the others turned pale.

Xue Yiqing is in the dark world, but she is a well-known character.

In particular, these two kinds of sword paths that are mutually restrained are fused by him, making his combat power far beyond that of ordinary pseudo-saints.

Xue Yiqing dealt with the three of them alone, although it was impossible to defeat Elder Xinggu and the others, but it was no problem to delay time against each other.

On the other side, Ji Ruqianxue kept absorbing the flesh and blood essence of the flesh and blood demon fetus.

Gradually, behind her, a pair of blood-red wings began to spread.

"Damn!" Seeing this, Elder Xinggu and the others twitched.

It is rumored that when the person who cries the vision awakens, blood-colored wings will grow on his back.

The more levels of awakening, the more wings will be transformed.

The Heavenly Crying Witch who once created boundless killing and robbery in the Southern Heaven Domain has eight wings behind her.

But it is rumored that the most perfect level of the Heavenly Crying Physique is the Twelve Wings.

Now that Ji Ruqianxue has given birth to wings, it already represents her beginning to fully awaken.

Then another pair of wings grew, and Ji Ruqianxue's aura skyrocketed again, turning into a four-winged witch.

Just when Elder Xinggu and the others looked at it in anger.

Xue Yiqing's indifferent face changed slightly.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at the sky.

"When will the people of the Dark World be able to walk on the Southern Heaven Domain in the open?"

A magnificent, vast, boundless voice, like the voice of the gods, spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.

The pupils of the millions of warriors present shrank to the size of a needle's eye at this moment!

(End of chapter)