A sword seriously injured Zuo Mutian, but Wang Ziqiao also knew that a master like Zuo Mutian would basically not die if he was not sealed by a sword or pierced by a sword.

Therefore, almost exhausted, he jumped up from the deep pit, and the long sword fell towards Zuo Mutian.

Zuo Mutian is indeed not dead, but it is not much worse, he is on the ground, the long sword has fallen far away, and he can't dodge or resist Wang Ziqiao's sword at all, but the angry eyes exude a jade burning hatred.

"Demon, die!" Zuo Mutian vomited blood, roared, burned all the true yuan in his body, raised his palms, and struck at Wang Ziqiao.

Strike......

Boom......

Wang Ziqiao stabbed Zuo Mutian's heart with a sword, but Zuo Mutian's palms also hit Wang Ziqiao's chest, Zhenyuan was like a flood, and all of his strength poured into Wang Ziqiao's body.

In Zuo Mutian's opinion, even if Wang Ziqiao killed him, his true yuan of more than a hundred years would be enough to shatter Wang Ziqiao's internal organs.

It's just that he still underestimated Wang Ziqiao, Wang Ziqiao's internal organs were indeed injured, and even his sternum was broken, if he was someone else, he would definitely die.

But at this time, Prince Qiao stood up tremblingly, although his mouth was spitting blood, he still stood with his sword and slowly closed his eyes.

The healing spell released by the magic wand blessed his body, ensuring that his brain would not lose its energy, and his soul would still have the power to perceive.

The meditating human emperor was displeased, and had already begun to clear the spiritual willpower contained in the foreign true element, the true yuan was less willpower, it was just pure energy, and Wang Ziqiao could absorb it quickly.

The internal organs heal at the speed of the eye, and the new internal organs are tougher than the original, and the healed bones seem to be inlaid with jade.

This is the benefit of the sixth-level late true element.

Blood stained his shirt, his white hair was slender, and his bangs fluttered on his cheeks in the wind, making people look even more evil.

"Demon, die!" As soon as the sixth-level mid-level ninja Ito Bo saw that his master was killed, he was furious, and he didn't care about anything else, desperately burning the true yuan in his body, so he rushed towards Wang Ziqiao, and countless Zhenyuan swords shot towards Wang Ziqiao.

Before the sword could get close, Wang Ziqiao suddenly opened his eyes, and in those eyes, there were faint two flames flashing, and a huge momentum spread out from his body, forming a hurricane-like spiritual storm.

I saw him shake his arms, his two swords in his hands, and a series of afterimages appeared.

Sneer......

The vacuum blades were all cut into pieces by Wang Ziqiao's double swords, like silver needles, which were submerged into Wang Ziqiao's body.

Yes......

In extreme pain, Prince Qiao raised his head to the sky and roared, and flames flashed in his eyes again, like a demon being angry, and as if he was burning his life.

Suddenly, he moved.

When the figure moves forward, the rocks under his feet turn to powder......

Strike......

A blue sword shadow passed through Ito's neck without any true element.

The headless corpse continued to rush forward, while the human head flew high into the air.

Thump!

Prince Joe fell to one knee with his sword in his hands, propping up the ground.

Just now, he deliberately crushed the opponent's True Yuan Knife and allowed the True Yuan to enter his body, making Benzai's healing injuries aggravate a lot again.

It can be said that the current prince Qiao doesn't even have the strength to hold a sword.

But his willpower has turned into a human emperor's displeasure, quickly clearing the spiritual willpower in the alien true element, and the demon god recipe is running at high speed, integrating these true elements into the flesh and blood cells.

Killing two people in a row, although hundreds of people gathered around, no one dared to come up easily, because no one knew if this white-haired young man still had the strength to fight.

They were convinced that as long as the young man could wield a sword, he could definitely kill a person, and no one wanted to be the first to die.

That sixth-level junior Mitsui Izawa, although he held a long knife in his hand, was afraid in his heart and couldn't move forward at all.

However, when he found that Wang Ziqiao had been kneeling on the ground motionless, he became bolder, turned his head to look around, and said, "Above, kill him!" ”

When the ninjas around them heard this, their bodies trembled, their legs trembled, and they stepped forward cautiously.

When they were still more than ten meters away from Wang Ziqiao, Wang Ziqiao suddenly raised his head, his deep and cold eyes, and glanced around.

Seeing this, these ninjas retreated one after another, not daring to move forward.

"Above, kill him, whoever retreats, I will kill him!" Mitsui Izawa roared and slashed a fourth-level ninja to death with a single sword.

Seeing this, the rest of the ninjas let out heart-rending roars and rushed straight at Prince Joe.

Wang Ziqiao stood up slowly, and his slightly lowered chin was raised higher and higher, like a high emperor, looking down on all beings.

Suddenly, his arms were raised, and two rainbow-like sword lights shot out and disappeared into the crowd.

Plop Plop Plop ......

Ahh......hhh

Two sword qi, in two directions, shot forward and backward, shooting a distance of dozens of meters, where they passed, the corpses of all ninjas were divided into two, and the sword qi also ploughed out a long sword mark on the rocky ground.

Two swords, in an instant, had already killed thirty ninjas of different ranks.

When the rest of the ninjas who had originally stepped forward saw this scene, they instantly paused, their faces turned pale, and they all retreated.

"Ah...... He is a demon, a demon ......" A ninja with a low cultivation level couldn't stand the terrifying murderous aura of Prince Qiao, and roared like crazy, and the ninja knife in his hand was also thrown on the ground, turning around and running.

This person, this life will be wasted, his willpower has been shattered, and he can no longer make an inch of progress in his cultivation.

His voice seemed to ignite the fear in everyone's hearts, and more and more people ran away.

"Die, die, I will leave no one behind all those who dare to escape!" Behind the crowd, Mitsui Izawa frantically slashed at those who had escaped.

Gradually, the situation was stabilized again.

The corners of Wang Ziqiao's mouth rose, like a demon lord coming out of the shadows, he shook his hand, threw out the jade talisman, and turned into a skeleton ghost slave.

"Kill, devour the souls of these ants! Ha Lu haha...... "Prince Qiao raised his arms and raised his swords, as if he was embracing the starry sky in the dark night.

The appearance of the skeleton ghost slave once again made the ninjas tremble, the green eyes seemed to be able to absorb people's souls, making people dizzy at a glance, where is there a little love of war?

But before they could escape, the skeleton ghost had already launched an attack on the crowd, its body was like a diamond, even if the sword cut his body, at most it would only leave some shallow traces.

Hundreds of ninjas exploded in one fell swoop, Mitsui Izawa could no longer stabilize the situation, looking at the disciples who were killed one after another, his heart was dripping blood, but he had a great sense of powerlessness, because he no longer had the courage to face Wang Ziqiao, let alone draw a knife in front of Wang Ziqiao to duel.

"Demons, demons......" Izawa Mitsui followed the crowd and retreated one after another.