A dagger stabbed out, as if it was lightly tapping on the broad sword, making a crisp sound, followed by a huge force, as if a giant hammer had fallen, making Luo Shao snort and take a few steps forward. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, three or four small swords swept out, the runes flickered, and they resonated with each other, seemingly ordinary, but they burst out with sharp aura in an instant, enveloping several key points of the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to be careless, the shadow of the knife was still the same, and even the momentum was a little stronger, and when he fell, there was a faint sound of the knife.

Qiang Qiang !!!

A series of golden and iron resonances spread, although the middle-aged man was only a casual cultivator, lacking the skills of attacking, but he was extremely rich in combat experience, with amazing eyesight, swinging the knife and slashing down, the blade accurately split three or four small swords one after another, obviously both were blood and qi condensation, but it seemed to be a real sword staggered.

However, a scene that frightened the middle-aged man's heart appeared, but the three or four small swords that had obviously been split and flew were intertwined with each other, striking again, and the light of the runes bloomed, allowing the middle-aged man to roll in blood and protect his body, but he was still penetrated by these small swords, and the sharp qi was permeated, making him sweat continuously.

There was no other choice, the middle-aged man released his blood qi on one side, rushing around like a wave, resisting the penetration of the small sword, and on the other hand, the long knife in his hand was even more slashing, but after each time, the power of these small swords was even stronger, and the rune light on them became stronger and stronger, just a few breaths later, the middle-aged man had a feeling of powerlessness.

How can it be!

The middle-aged man shouted in his heart, he couldn't believe that this kind of attack technique of blood and qi separation from the body should continue to weaken with time and resistance, how could it be as powerful as it was in front of him!

On the other side, when three or four small swords shot out, Luo Shao stopped paying attention to the middle-aged man, pulled out the black heavy sword with his backhand, and turned to look at another young man in the beginning realm of blood refining.

From the young man in front of him, Luo Shao felt a kind of palpitation, the other party's breath was obviously not as strong as the middle-aged man, but it gave people a sense of coldness, as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a poisonous snake spitting letters.

At this moment, the two daggers were turning in the young man's hands, he smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold, looking at Luo Shao, the corners of his mouth seemed to be full of bloody killing intent.

"Nasty!"

Luo Shao whispered, feeling disgusted with this young man in his heart, and then without the slightest hesitation, he stepped out, slashed horizontally with his heavy sword, and his blood and qi gushed out with a strong wind, turning into a round and a half moon.

Seeing this scene, the young man smiled evilly, his toes tapped lightly, his body seemed to be blurred, and when he swept forward, there seemed to be a few faint phantom shadows walking together, and the half moon of blood and qi that was cut out actually swept over the young man's body, and it seemed that it could not bring him any harm at all.

Luo Shao's face changed, and the scene in front of him was unacceptable, and before he could react, the young man had already appeared in front of him, two daggers flipped in his palm, and then stabbed Luo Shao's neck suddenly.

There was no choice, the blood and qi in his body surged, stepping on the wind, Luo Shao retreated violently, the rich blood qi came out of his body, and with a thought, the three or four small swords that were fighting with the middle-aged man made a buzzing sound, and they rolled up in an instant, killing the young man in front of him.

And the middle-aged man, after losing the pressure brought to him by three or four small swords, let out a loud shout, and rushed towards Luo Shao, and the long knife slashed at Luo Shao's back.

The situation changed, but Luo Shao calmed down, his thoughts were clear, and when his thoughts turned, streams of blood and qi poured into the heavy sword, and the black sword body was full of red light.

Call!

Turning around suddenly, his right arm flicked, and the black heavy sword suddenly broke out of his hand, turning into a black light.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and he instinctively swung his knife to slash at the black heavy sword, but at the same time, a dead air came.

"No!"

He roared, full of unwillingness, because the long knife in his hand was broken inch by inch, and the rich red light bloomed from the heavy sword, there was no murderous aura, and there was no sharp qi, but it was this kind of mighty, strong crushing momentum that enveloped him, and he wanted to retreat and dodge, but his body was like petrification, and he couldn't make a single movement at all.

Burst!

In an instant, the heavy sword pierced through the middle-aged man's chest, and the vitality was passing away, and he looked at Luo Shao wordlessly, with a strong sense of remorse in his heart.

With a loud bang, the heavy sword was inserted upside down in the earth, and the strong force smashed out a big hole, and the middle-aged man's figure also slowly fell backwards, and before it touched the ground, it suddenly exploded, and there was no trace again.

Seeing this scene, a cold light appeared in Luo Shao's eyes, he turned around and looked at the young man who was entangled in several small swords, and as soon as his thoughts moved, the blood and qi contained in the heavy sword gushed out, crossed the distance, and returned to his body.

Pinching the trick with both hands, one seal after another emerged, turned into runes, and merged into the blood, a small sword came out of the body, and after a circle, it followed Luo Shao's thoughts, sweeping towards the young man in front of him.

After a few breaths, a total of eighteen small swords intertwined with each other, this is Luo Shao's current limit, and under the control of Yin Jue, these small swords are constantly circling, the light of the runes blooms, and there is a trace of blood rippling between each other, seemingly inconspicuous, but with a strong offensive and killing power, Rao is the strange power of the young man's void, and he does not dare to touch it.

At this moment, the sound of gold and iron exploded, and the two daggers continued to stab at the small sword, but they could only smash it open, and then the small sword was even more powerful, and it attacked again.

Gradually, some cold sweat appeared on the young man's forehead, and he had seen that in the face of such an offensive, he could only collapse with one blow, and it would be impossible to win, and he would be constantly consumed, and then die.

The situation in the field changed again, Luo Shao had the advantage, eighteen blood-colored small swords were staggered, and the slightest trace of blood and qi rippled, as if turning into a big net, and the young man in it was in a cold sweat, and his body was blurred many times, and he wanted to rush out, but in the end, he could only return in vain, consuming his strength in vain.

After a few breaths, the young man's face gradually turned pale, he didn't know what the situation was at this time, but there was really no way, after all, his whole strength was in the sneak assassination, if he wasn't too confident before, maybe the situation in front of him wouldn't have happened.

Suddenly, the young man's expression moved, and while resisting the attack of eighteen blood-colored small swords, he said to Luo Shao, who was two feet away; "This time I admit it, it's better to stop each other, I am willing to give all my possessions, it can be regarded as a ransom, how about it?"

After a pause, he added; "Your method, to the point where you have a bit of a sword formation, wants to consume a lot, if you really want to fight a fish to the death of the net, who lives and who dies is not necessarily."

Hearing this, Luo Shao's expression changed slightly, what the young man said was not bad, the attack technique of these eighteen small swords was indeed the prototype of the sword formation recorded in the Xuanjian Technique, and it consumed a lot of money to cast, and in less than ten breaths, his blood and qi were consumed by three or four percent.

But even if the consumption is quite large, Luo Shao has no intention of stopping, leaving his hand on the enemy is to leave trouble for himself, not to mention how he can't see it, this young man's methods are good at stealth assassination, if he really lets it go, it is difficult to guarantee that the other party will not retaliate later.

The thought turned, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Luo Shao's eyes, and the seal in his hand suddenly changed, and immediately a large amount of blood and qi in his body surged, and a full eighteen blood-colored small swords condensed out, but compared to before, the color of these small swords was dim, and the light of the runes was not strong.

"Go!"

Luo Shao's face was pale, and he drank in a low voice, and the eighteen blood-colored small swords that had just been condensed suddenly shot out, and as the seal continued to change, a total of thirty-six small swords flew, and the runes in them flickered, creating a faint connection between them.

At the same time, there was a kind of resonance between the thirty-six small swords, and under this resonance, the slightest trace of blood qi was actually born with a sharp edge, really like a big net, constantly shrinking, not only that, but the pure sword qi erupted from within the small sword, and with the sharp blood qi, it really turned the scope of its enveloping into a place of lore!

At this moment, the young man was the real discolorant, his eyes were full of anxiety and despair, and a sound of blood and qi completely exploded, recklessly consuming the impact on the surroundings.

But this method did not have the slightest effect, the sharp blood qi and dozens of sword qi were intertwined, constantly constricted, and there were thirty-six blood-colored small swords to attack, and every time the runes contained in it flickered, they swallowed out more sharp qi.

There is no way to avoid it, there is no way to retreat, there is no way to block it!

A real lore!

"Kill!"

Another word was spit out, the seal in his hand dissipated, and the index finger of his right hand moved forward a little.

In an instant, the sharp blood qi and dozens of sword qi descended, crushing the young man's blood qi, and there were even hundreds of blood marks on his body, and then the thirty-six small swords turned into streamers, and there was no longer the slightest obstacle to penetrate the vital points around the young man's body.

The next breath, everything dissipated, turned into a stream of blood and qi reversed, back to Luo Shao's body, so far, his face was a little calmer, and when Luo Shao looked forward, he saw the figure of the young man, slowly falling, those eyes were full of despair.

"Your sword is heavy enough."

Ruoyou didn't know when he had come to Luo Shao's back, whispered, held a black heavy sword in his hand, and handed it over.

Stretching out his hand to take the heavy sword, Luo Shao found that not only did Ruo You's body not have the slightest trace of blood, but also did not have a little mess, but not far away, several other successful attackers were all killed by him.

"I'm not a burden."

Ruoyou smiled, stretched out his hand and touched Luo Shao's head, his eyes rolled, with a cunning look, and said; "By the way, you've never called my sister, come, call someone to listen?"