Yan Sheng, who fell into madness, was his strongest state, and the Cheng Ancestor in the vein of Martial Saint Mountain personally passed on the Yan Sheng's four-style fist seal.

Towns, reclamation, clouds, and slaughter.

Yan Sheng roared angrily, and the majestic qi machine diffused out, and the fist intent exploded.

"Zhenshan!"

An incomparably bright fist mark crossed the air, and a huge fist mark fell, with an incomparably terrifying coercion, and slammed into the blood-colored sword qi.

The fist seal set off monstrous waves in the sword qi, and countless blood-colored sword lights shattered, overflowing with spiritual energy, setting off a huge wind.

Xu Lai held his sword in front of him and stopped this fist mark, the bluestone slab under his feet shattered with a click, Yan Sheng's fist was too heavy, and under the terrifying strength, the bluestone slab couldn't bear it at all.

"I see you can block a few punches!"

One step out, Yan Sheng once again swung his fist out, and the fist mark that suppressed the mountain fell on Xu Lai's shoulder, and a crisp cracking sound sounded, and blood fell on the big red robe, which was shocking.

Xu Lai didn't care about the injury, he was just trying to kill Yan Sheng, life and death were no longer in his heart, he stepped forward with a sword, the sword qi continued to burst out, and the sharp sword qi hit Yan Sheng's body, all blocked by the fist intent.

Yan Sheng's foundation is very strong, and the four realms have condensed twenty innate qi, and the innate qi that circulates around his body is guarding, blocking Xu Lai's sword qi.

Boom!

A punch smashed on the body of the long sword, and the huge power pressed the long sword on Xu Lai's chest, Yan Sheng's eyes were full of piercing killing intent, Sen Han smiled, and the majestic fist power penetrated through the body and fell directly on Xu Lai's heart.

Xu Lai spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew upside down, but the long sword in his hand spilled out a blue and red sword light.

The sword light fell softly and was imprinted on Yan Sheng's shoulders, and the killing aura on the sword light continued to rub against the fist intent around Yan Sheng's body, and Yan Sheng's original pursuit retreated again and again.

Stabilizing his body, scarlet blood flowed from Yan Sheng's body, and his face was filled with crazy killing intent.

Xu Lai also stood up, the two fought without any fancy competition, the fist was fatal, the sword and sword killed, Yan Sheng's punch just now was very strong, he could feel the injury in his body at the moment, he was holding the long sword with some difficulty, the lethality of the sword cultivation was very strong, but Yan Sheng's fist intent was also very strong, although he stepped into the eight-story building, but because of the previous injury, his eight-story building was not stable.

"Xu Lai, I let you escape last time, and you should die this time!"

Punch into the sky.

"Slaughter!"

Sen Han's voice came out, Yan Sheng stepped on his feet, burst out, and suddenly punched, aimed at Xu Lai's head, and bombarded him.

The fist of slaughtering the world diffused out, this punch gathered Yan Sheng's extremely strong strength, and the innate qi in his body gathered into one at this moment, condensed on his right arm, and as soon as the fist mark came out, the air around him resounded with bursts of qi explosion.

Xu Lai clenched the long sword in his right hand, took a deep breath, and the aura in the sea of qi frantically poured into the long sword,

He looked at the fist mark in front of him that slaughtered the world, grinned, and the fierce sword intent around his body converged in an instant, and the aura of heaven and earth was attracted by it.

At this moment, the aura in the body and the aura of heaven and earth reflected each other, bursting out with terrifying aura fluctuations.

"Snow seals the throat!"

A sword fell, the snow drifted in the world, and a blood-colored light gushed out from the tip of the sword.

Rumble!

The sword shot straight out and hit Yan Sheng's right fist, and the extremely sharp sword devoured Yan Sheng.

It's just that the next moment, Yan Sheng killed through the sword ray, and the black robe on his body burst out with bright light, and the black Xuanguang flipped over, blocking the straight and sharp sword ray.

Robes!

Xu Lai didn't expect that the shirt on Yan Sheng's body would actually be a top-level magic robe, the black Xuanguang blocked the sword, and the indomitable fist was directly aimed at Xu Lai's head.

This blow, he knew he couldn't block it.

There was some regret in Xu Lai's eyes, his sword cultivation path might end here.

But at this moment, a figure appeared behind Xu Lai, pulled him into his back, raised his hand and clenched his fist, blasted the sky, and blasted out with all his might.

Two fists meet.

Su Ming felt as if his fist had smashed on a mountain, not only did he have incomparably powerful power, but the amazing power of the shock also made him roll in his blood.

Rumble!

A violent roar sounded, and Su Ming withdrew dozens of meters with Xu Lai.

Stabilizing his body, Su Ming did not pause, turned his back, turned around and galloped away in the direction of the outside of the city.

Yan Sheng didn't expect that his killer punch was actually stopped by someone, he kept the robe in order to give Xu Lai a fatal blow now, but now it was destroyed by someone, which made him feel extremely angry.

Furious, Yan Sheng looked up to the sky and roared angrily, just about to take a step, but a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, the injury he suffered in the battle just now was not light, coupled with the erosion of the sword qi of Xu Lai's last sword, making him unable to pursue for a while.

"Ahh I don't care who you are, I want you to die!"

Fleeing from the county town with Xu Lai on his back, Su Ming's pace did not slow down, and he did not run on the official road, but stepped into the rugged mountain road.

"Ahem... Well, almost..."

Hearing the sound of Xu Lai on his back, Su Ming stopped and put it on the ground.

Leaning against a big tree, Xu Lai's face was a little pale, and the red robe on his body became a lot more red.

Su Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, although he only fought a punch, but he was also a little injured, and he had to admit that the boy who was not a few years older than him was really strong, and Yan Sheng's fist was really hard and heavy.

"Xu Lai, you are really useless, as a sword cultivator, you should have swept the same realm, but now you can't even beat a martial artist of the Four Realms, it's really embarrassing. Su Ming shook his head, he had seen too many top sword cultivators in the world, whether it was Heming, Pei Yu or uncle, under one sword, those qi practitioners in the same realm were not opponents at all, that was the sword cultivation in his heart.

Xu Lai

The initial appearance is still very in line with the feeling of sword cultivation in Su Ming's heart, whether it is the sword slashing the seventh floor that day, or the young sect master of the sword slashing Yuan Chi Sect, they all show the supreme demeanor of sword cultivation, but it is a pity that Yan Sheng, whose realm is not as good as him today, was beaten so ugly, which made him a little disappointed!

Xu Lai rolled his eyes, and said weakly: "Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, do you really think that Yan Sheng is an ordinary descendant of the Holy Land?"

"That's the disciple of the ancestor of the Martial Saint Mountain, his martial arts foundation is personally polished by the ancestor, plus the martial arts road that has been arranged for him over the years, if he enters the golden body realm to lay the foundation, his qi training path will be thousands of miles in a thousand days, the stronger his martial arts combat power now, the higher the achievement of qi training in the future, so even Leng Yiqiu, who is one of the ten people of the younger generation in Qingzhou in the Martial Saint Mountain, will personally see Yan Sheng after coming down the mountain, and there are not no people in the same realm sword cultivation who want to defeat him, but there are too few。 ”

Having said that, Su Ming thought about the strength that Xu Lai showed today, which was more than a little worse than the Yan Mingkong he had seen in the Holy City, although one had just entered the eight-story building, and the other was at the peak of the eight-story building, but even Yan Mingkong of the seven-story building was more powerful than Xu Lai today.

Su Ming handed the gourd on his waist to Xu Lai and said, "This is a healing medicinal wine, you can take a sip." ”

Xu Lai was not polite, but as a result, the gourd, his eyes were slightly raised, and he said unexpectedly: "I really didn't expect that this gourd on your waist is actually a gourd for raising soldiers, this seems to be the handwriting of an earth immortal Zhenjun, a good thing." ”

After drinking a sip of medicinal wine, Xu Lai's face flushed slightly, and he could be regarded as recovering a little, but the injuries in his body needed him to recover little by little, and the fist intent that slammed into his body also needed him to slowly pull it out with his own sword intent, but fortunately, this was also a good opportunity to sharpen his sword intent.

"You don't have much of this medicinal wine!"

Shaking the wine jug in his hand, Xu Lai drank it and handed the gourd to Su Ming.

After more than a year, the medicinal wine that could have been drunk for three years has basically been digested, and the medicinal power of the demon pill has also been absorbed into Su Ming's body, and now this medicinal wine is almost enough to drink for a few days, but he doesn't care much about this.

Su Ming hung the gourd on his waist, looked at Xu and said: "I won't help you with your fist intent, it is also good for you to use your sword intent to wear it out, I originally thought that your way of sharpening your sword in the south would make your sword faster and the sword heart brighter, but now it seems that your sword is not as pure as it used to be." ”

Hearing Su Ming's words, the corners of Xu Lai's mouth raised slightly, and he said with a wry smile: "I know, I have experienced no less than dozens of battles on this way south, and I have fought with too many martial artists of the Four Realms and Five Realms, and he admitted that my sword heart has fluctuated, which is one of the reasons why I must fight with Yan Sheng, killing him My sword may be able to return to the past." ”

Su Ming looked at Xu Lai seriously, shook his head and said, "I don't know if your sword cultivators in the Great Snow Palace are all sharpened like this, but I know that those powerful sword cultivators in Fearless City are not yours."

Sharpen your sword. ”

"Uncle once told me that there was a sword immortal in the Nine Chaos Holy Land who once fought his sword under the white sea when he was in the Nine Layers Building, he experienced ten years between life and death, just when everyone thought he died in that piece of heaven and earth, he carried the head of a demon king back to Dreadnought City, which year he was only thirty-three years old, and he killed countless demon clans in ten years, his sword grinding this way is blood and battle, and the long sword is constantly slashed out of the sheath, which sharpens a sharp sword immortal sword, and also sharpens a supreme sword heart. ”

Xu Lai leaned against the trunk of the tree in silence and said nothing.

"If your sword sharpening path is just like this, I actually hope that you will take the road of sword raising, Xu Lai, there are many martial artists in the four countries, what you have to do is not to wait for them to come to you, but you choose those people to help you sharpen your sword heart, and now it seems that your sword is used by the martial artists in the four countries to temper the fist intent. Su Ming said very bluntly.

(End of chapter)