The rain is endless, and the cold wind is a little sad.

Han Xiao hid in the pavilion with a heavy heart, looking down with a sad face, only to see the swords, swords, and shadows around him, and the vertical and horizontal spiritual power gave birth to pieces of ruins, and the chaotic sound could not interfere with his contemplation.

"Alas!"

A light sigh revealed the helplessness in his heart, he just wanted to get rid of the crazy woman below, but he broke into the Imperial Fire Palace in a panic, and heard that the Imperial Fire Palace was one of the five major forces in the sea.

Fortunately, most of the disciples of the Imperial Fire Palace had already gone out, and the rest of the people were killed by this crazy woman, but there were still masters in a big force like this, and he sensed the breath of several masters of the master realm, which was a little uncomfortable.

The cold blade flashed through the rain curtain, strings of blood mixed with the rain fell, and the stagnant water on the stone slab was a little reddish, flowing towards the lower places, and one after another figures continued to fall in this red phantom.

"Kill, we must not let this demon girl step into the main hall, otherwise we will have the face to face the palace master!" a gray-robed disciple shouted with all his might, completely ignoring the injuries on his body, and took the lead in intercepting the red phantom.

"Ignorance!"

With the sound of a cold voice, the poignant blood flowers bloomed on the few people who surrounded them, and the red figure gradually came out of the rain curtain, revealing a face full of murderous intent under the long hair that fell, white and flawless but like a frost for ten thousand years.

Watching the woman move forward slowly, the remaining dozen disciples clenched the blades in their hands, but subconsciously retreated, they were afraid of being killed, and the more than 100 disciples left behind were left with their own people, and the core disciples had all fallen, and they could no longer stop the footsteps of the woman in red.

Why didn't the elders of the main hall make a move? Don't they care about our life or death at all? Then why do we work so desperately?

The hearts of the remaining people began to waver, although they held their swords against each other, they lost the courage to look at death as home, and what supported them was a terrible door rule.

"Stand down!"

When everyone heard this, they retreated one after another, only to see a man in yellow walking out of the hall, looking down at the woman in red condescendingly, and his proud gaze was like looking at a corpse.

"I've seen the young palace master!" everyone saluted one after another, and his appearance was like a reassuring pill, giving everyone confidence again.

The woman in red looked at each other coldly, slowly raised the long sword in her hand, pointed at the other party, did not hide the strong killing intent at all, and said coldly: "I am very disappointed in the Canghai Martial Artist, I don't know how much strength you have as a person from the division realm, don't let me be too boring!"

"Imperial Fire Palace, Yin Hang!" The man in yellow pulled out his long sword with his backhand and said proudly: "Report your name, I won't kill the unknown under the sword!"

"Holy Spirit Academy, Mu Ningyan!"

As soon as the words fell, the red figure disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared in front of Yin Hang, and the falling light and shadow fell faintly.

Yin Hang swept the air with a sword, and shook her back with his strong spiritual power, just a person who has just entered the spiritual will, he dares to boast of such a mouth, how can he deal with himself, then use your life to pay for his arrogance!

At the moment when Mu Ningyan was shocked back, Yin Hang followed closely, the long sword in his hand staggered again and again, breaking through her sword style, and slashing with a sword, the terrifying power hit the long sword, accompanied by a roar, slashing the red figure into the ruins.

"It is worthy of being the young palace master, this demon girl is not an enemy at all, and she dares to speak wildly!"

Seeing that the woman in red was defeated by a sword, everyone showed a hearty smile, and the haze in their hearts gradually dissipated.

Han Xiao looked at the figure standing up from the ruins, and was a little surprised in her heart, that sword did not cause much substantial damage to her.

Han Xiao seems to have an answer in her heart, the battle king Mu family, every generation will appear a crazy demon-like figure, it seems that this woman is the crazy demon of this generation, then, the previous things can be explained, and now against the young palace master of the Emperor Fire Palace, there is still a few chances of winning.

Yin Hangjun raised his eyebrows, slightly stunned, and then thought about it was normal, otherwise how dare he say such wild words, and said lightly: "This is the first sword, I don't know how many swords you can block, but don't let me down!"

The steps were like the wind, suddenly, the long sword jumped, outlining the key point of the quiet sword light enveloping Mu Ningyan, the blades were staggered, the light was overflowing, the sound of collision continued to sound in the air, and the spiritual power was stacked and dissipated towards the surroundings.

Mu Ningyan's face did not change, the long sword in her hand danced to the extreme, blocking all the opponent's attacks, feeling the terrifying power from the long sword, she knew very well in her heart that there was indeed a big gap in this strength, if she fought hard for a long time, she would definitely lose.

Although she thinks very highly of herself, she is not unpopular, the heirs of the major forces are undoubtedly geniuses, and although she is limited by the sea, her strength is still amazing.

She entered the Dao with the intention of killing, and entered the spiritual consciousness with the intention of killing, and humanized her as a mad demon, but if she was not a madman, how could she live! For her, there was no victory or defeat, only life and death.

The figure jumped, the ghostly body technique was unleashed, and the light silhouette passed through Yin Hang's sword style, the blood on her body floated, and the ruthless killing intent turned into substance, and a layer of red light was placed on the cold sword blade, and the long sword swam, pierced through the rain curtain, and rushed forward.

At the moment of collision, Yin Hang obviously felt that the opponent's strength was more condensed, with extremely strong penetrating power, breaking his spiritual power.

This is very interesting! A faint smile appeared on his face, he landed lightly on the ground, and slashed at the red phantom with two sword lights in his backhand, but he was nimly avoided by the other party, and he also knew that this level of attack would not have much effect.

It's fast, but what's the use of it in the face of absolute power!

Yin Hang stretched out his left hand, his fingers hooked, the scorching breath rose, the ancient spirit patterns appeared around him, the yellow robe instantly evaporated and surged in the air, and the falling rain evaporated in the moment it approached him, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was replaced, turning into a rich fire power.

A wave of qi swept away, and the water flow on the stone slab disappeared with it, leaving only a crack in the Dao, and Mu Ningyan also stopped attacking and flew to the side, her face slightly solemn.

"This is the Burning Dao!" the onlookers shouted enviously, as one of the Five Domains Secret Technique, it is the most precious inheritance of the Imperial Fire Palace, and only the core disciples are qualified to practice.

There are three realms of the burning path, one is the earth fire realm, which controls the fire of the earth, the second is the heavenly fire realm, which breeds the fire of heaven and earth, and the third is the heart fire realm, and when you think of it, the heavenly fire burns the plain.

And Yin Hang is in the second realm, changing the aura of heaven and earth, triggering the fire of heaven and earth, melting into his body, and burning all directions.

Wherever the figure passed, it was burned out, and the dancing Yanhua suppressed Mu Ningyan and dodged again and again. And Mu Ningyan found a sword opportunity with his ghostly body, the soaring red rays were staggered, and the long sword was agitated, bypassing the opponent's attack, and a sword volley.

Yin Hang's face showed a contemptuous smile, and his left hand came out, stopping the close red light in front of him, and the golden Yanhua quickly wrapped the red light and spread away.

The spiritual power has disappeared? No, it was burned to the ashes! Mu Ningyan's face was a little solemn, the long sword in his hand quickly retreated, and he swung away with a sword, retreated, and got up again the moment he landed, avoiding Yin Hang's pursuit.

"It's terrifying!" Han Xiao looked at the figure below, and sighed slightly, being able to burn the things he touched according to his own wishes, this kind of secret technique is indeed amazing, and looking at the state of the man in yellow, the price of using this secret technique is not serious, which is rare and valuable.

Looking at Mu Ningyan's state, the fighting spirit is high, and the killing machine is overflowing, although she is inferior, her momentum is not inferior to others, which is worthy of her crazy name.

Mu Ningyan leaned on the stone steps with one foot, the spiritual power was infused, and he rushed out in an instant, the long sword in his hand quickly flipped, and his left hand was condensed into a sword finger, and the two sword lights were superimposed together, making it impossible for the other party to incinerate the spiritual power in the first place.

Bloody Dance of the Eight Laws!

In the blazing air, the blood qi was permeated, and Mu Ningyan's figure suddenly pulled away, truly turning into a red phantom, intertwined between heaven and earth, and the swarming blood qi wrapped around Yin Hang, and began to compete with the golden Yanhua.

Yin Hang turned sideways, the stone slabs on the ground shattered one after another under the agitation of the sword light, he stomped on the ground, stirred up the broken stones, and the spiritual power was attached, and shot towards the red phantom.

The long sword in his hand turned, the sword drew an arc, and the stones fell one after another, and the figure flew up, stepping into the air, and the long sword led down, outlining a brilliant sword light, shocking the sky.

Yin Hang raised his sword, the long sword slashed upwards in the shape of a cross, the two forces collided instantly, his body did not move, the hand holding the sword increased his spiritual power, Jin Yan and the sword light suddenly skyrocketed, and Mu Ningyan was cut off with an unstoppable momentum.

The blood-colored qi collapsed, Mu Ningyan retreated again and again, and with each step he landed, the stone slab under his feet immediately shattered, his body tilted, his left hand waved, and the long sword turned in his right hand, submerging into the earth, so as to unload his strength and stabilize his body.

"The realm is the biggest gap between you and me, we all have extraordinary secret arts and martial arts, so this can't be your capital to turn the tables. Yin Hang still looked at the other party proudly, the power of the explosion was very strong, but it was far from enough for him.

Mu Ningyan slowly straightened up, her long hair covered one of her eyes, and the other eye that was exposed was glowing bloody, she raised the long sword in her hand again, looked at the slightly arrogant Yin Hang, and said coldly: "I don't need to turn the tables, I just want you to die!"

Bloody Battle of the Eight Laws of Demon Chaos!

In an instant, the blood and qi were entangled, the red rays were all over the body, and the bewitching blood light bloomed around her, and the whole person was like a Shura from the sea of blood, cold and ruthless, and the anger was indulged, and the air that was originally scorched by the golden flame was cold again, and the solemn killing machine appeared out of thin air.

"This breath!"

Yin Hang's complexion finally changed a little, his left hand waved, and the huge spiritual power gathered, blocking the aura emitted by Mu Ningyan, looking at the other party's disappearing figure, instinctively retreated, and a blood burst into the air, exploding in the place before him.

"So fast!"

Yin Hang raised his sword and kept up with the speed of the blood shadow, two rays of light intertwined in the air, terrifying spiritual power poured out, and the collapsed ruins turned into dust under the confrontation between the two, hazy the entire battlefield.

"Maniac!"

Yin Hang looked at the scar on his chest, his eyes gradually became cold, this is definitely a madman, exchanging injuries for injuries, and fighting style that is completely lifeless, his proud attitude began to collapse, and he raised the long sword in his hand and stepped forward.

As a generation of geniuses, he was unfortunately defeated by many people, this is a nightmare that he can't get rid of, and now this dream has begun to continue, how is this possible, how can a person who has just entered the spiritual consciousness be qualified to defeat him!

The blood-red qi and the golden flame were intertwined, and the collision of ice and fire stirred up waves of cold and hot qi, which were pushed away and ruthlessly destroyed.