While the middle-aged man was flying at extreme speed, he looked at the two flying swords in Leng Jiuhan's hands, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Immediately, he pinched his fingers again and again.

As he pinched his fingers again and again, the two flying swords that had been held by Leng Jiuhan in his hands suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, shaking in his hands, obviously about to leave his palms.

Seeing this, Leng Jiuhan looked at the two flying swords that were about to leave his palms, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his mind moved, and a pair of trained divine senses had already rushed towards the flying swords.

As soon as his divine consciousness entered the flying sword, Leng Jiuhan had already discovered in the blink of an eye that in the center of the two sword bodies, there was a drop of essence blood respectively, and Leng Jiuhan knew that this drop of essence blood was the divine consciousness imprint left by the middle-aged man in the sword.

Looking at this drop of essence blood in his divine consciousness, a cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the divine consciousness he practiced had condensed into several murderous blades, and instantly strangled towards the essence blood.

Almost devastating, the two drops of essence blood in the sword body had already turned into a cloud of blood mist under the attack of his divine sense, and then he was instantly forced out of the sword body by his divine sense.

As soon as the blood mist was forced out of the sword body, the two swords immediately stopped shaking and were quietly held in his hands.

Looking at the flying swords that were quietly held in his hand, Leng Jiuhan's mind moved, and he put them into the storage ring.

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These two swords are medium-grade spiritual weapons, and they are the magic weapons of this middle-aged man's life cultivation, and they were suddenly wiped out by Leng Jiuhan's divine sense imprint that he left in the sword, and he was immediately moved by a pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped flying at extreme speed and stopped in mid-air not far from Leng Jiuhan. His face was pale, and he watched in disbelief as Leng Jiuhan put his flying sword into the storage ring.

"Impossible, just a Jindan stage monk, how can it be that the divine consciousness is more powerful than mine, the peak divine consciousness of the Yuan Infant stage? Could it be that he is not a monk of the Jindan period, but a monk of the transformation stage who has hidden his cultivation? ”

"Thinking about it again, Leng Jiuhan didn't show any fear at all because he was the peak cultivator of the Yuan Infant Stage, and the middle-aged man basically decided in his heart that Leng Jiuhan was a master of the Transformation Stage who had hidden his cultivation."

As soon as he thought that Leng Jiuhan might be a master of the Transformation Period, the middle-aged man's heart began to rise up and down.

Because he understands that if Leng Jiuhan really hides his cultivation and is a master of the Transformation Period, then he is very likely to be here today.

Although he was very heartbroken about his two medium-grade spirit weapon flying swords, at this time, he didn't dare to ask for it, let alone let Leng Jiuhan know that he was from Heitan Village.

As for why he didn't say a word, he wanted to kill Leng Jiuhan and Wei Fei, he was desperately thinking about how to explain this, so that Leng Jiuhan thought it was a misunderstanding, so that he could escape.

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"Who are you, and why did you kill us?" Before the middle-aged man could think of how to explain, Leng Jiuhan's cold voice had already reached his ears.

"Senior, I think I recognized the wrong person, this is a misunderstanding, and please have a lot of seniors, don't worry about me in general." When the middle-aged man heard this: He hadn't come up with a solution to his doubts, and replied with some sweat on his forehead.

"Senpai?" Leng Jiuhan said: Chew these two words quietly in your heart. After a moment's thought, he understood what was going on.

"It turned out that he was frightened by me, thinking that I was hiding my cultivation, I said that he was a dignified peak master of the Yuan Infant Stage, why did he no longer make any moves after being injured!"

"Huh...... If he knew that I was really just a Jindan stage cultivator, would he spit blood again? However, a monk at the peak of the Yuan Period, I really don't pay much attention to me who has now formed a golden pill. After understanding what was going on, Leng Jiuhan thought secretly in his heart.

Leng Jiuhan, who already knew that the middle-aged man was extremely scared now, said coldly again: "I ask you who you are, don't talk nonsense." ”

"It's just a casual cultivation in the next place, and if you offend your predecessors, please forgive me, and I'll leave in the next place." Hearing Leng Jiuhan's cold voice again, the middle-aged man felt a chill in his heart, and while speaking, he had already begun to retreat in the air.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and wanted to escape.

But as soon as he turned around, he found that Leng Jiuhan had already taken a step ahead of him and appeared opposite him, looking at him with a playful expression.

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Looking at the middle-aged man with a stunned face, when he was on the road a few days ago, he had already learned about Heitan Village, Leng Jiuhan, who had the appearance characteristics of the Seven Demons of Heitan, from Wei Fei, and said lightly: "Skinny as wood, red in his eyes, cultivating to the peak of the Yuan Infant Stage, using a pair of medium-grade spirit weapon flying swords. In this lizard desert, except for Ge Peng, the third of the seven demons in Heitan Village, I don't think there will be a second person. You're pretty fast. ”

"Since my predecessors know my Ge Peng, they should know that my eldest brother is already a master in the late stage of the transformation of gods." Ge Peng heard this: Knowing that he was being tricked, he looked at Leng Jiuhan with an ugly face and said.

Speaking of the back, I don't forget to mention that his eldest brother is a master in the late stage of the transformation of gods, and the threat could not be more obvious.

"Oh, are you talking about the eldest of your seven demons, the half-male and half-female Chu Xiaoting? He's a fart again, go die. Leng Jiuhan said with a cold expression.

Before the words fell, he had already rushed towards Ge Peng in an instant, and raised his fist and blasted towards his heart.

Although he was surprised that Chu Xiaoting's cultivation was already in the late stage of transforming into a god, which was not consistent with the news he got from Wei Fei that Chu Xiaoting was in the middle stage of transforming into a god, this was not a reason for him not to kill Ge Peng.

The last thing he was afraid of was threats, and he hated being threatened, when he was only in the Qi cultivation period, he dared to risk his life to scold the foundation building disciples of the Wind Thunder Sect, let alone now.

Now he dares to do such a thing as killing the grandson of the elder of the Ascending Stage under the nose of the Super Sect, how can he put it in his eyes as a small master of the Transformation Stage of Heitan Village.

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Ge Peng didn't expect that Leng Jiuhan didn't even pay attention to the monks in the late stage of the transformation of gods, and when he said that he would do it, he was immediately angry, and his heart was even more frightened.

But in the face of Leng Jiuhan, who attacked and killed him, although he was angry and frightened in his heart, he also understood that at this time, things could no longer be good.

Therefore, although he thought that he was not Leng Jiuhan's opponent, at this time, there was a fierce look in his eyes, and he began to fight hard.

I saw him facing Leng Jiuhan's fist that was blasting towards him, his eyes were condensed, he also clenched his fist, and hit Leng Jiuhan's fist with a hard punch.

"Click......"

A sound of bones shattering came out, accompanied by the explosion of True Yuan in the middle of the fists of the two, and the two of them flew backwards at the same time.

"Haha...... It turns out that your cultivation is not as good as mine...... Don't ......" Ge Peng, who had just flown back, looked at Leng Jiuhan, who was struggling with him, and also flew backwards, and couldn't help laughing with joy.

But before he finished his words, he saw that Leng Jiuhan had just flown back, and at the same time, he instantly turned his fist into a palm, and his two fingers were together, and a sharp, golden sky-breaking finger had already burst out from Leng Jiuhan's fingers, instantly piercing his heart.

As soon as the great pain in his heart came, he felt a sharp weapon pass through his dantian in an instant. So that his Yuan Ying didn't even have a chance to escape, so he was wiped out.

His heart was destroyed, Yuan Ying was killed, and he was still full of joy just now, laughing, and before he could finish a word, he fell to the ground and made a dull sound.

But he who is dead cannot die again.

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