Wang Hong's smile was in his eyes, and he felt despised by the young man, and his heart was full of anger.

With his hegemonic temperament, he naturally couldn't allow others to underestimate him, and immediately clenched his right hand into a fist, and the frost of the Tianshuang fist was scarred, and instantly smashed into Wang Hong not far away.

Wang Hong is a young man worth recruiting for Xiongba, but if he is unhappy, he will be killed casually.

It's a pity that the junior who looks like a sheep in front of him is actually a hidden tiger.

Since he had already revealed the Heart-Snatching Dafa in front of Emperor Shakti, Wang Hong's prohibition in this regard could be regarded as being lifted.

I saw that his eyes suddenly burst out with a fine light, facing the four eyes of the male tyrant who was close at hand, and let the cold qi condensed by the Heavenly Frost Fist attack his body.

And the originally confident hero, at this moment, is almost a dead soul.

A sense of crisis that he had never felt before enveloped his whole body, and when he looked at Wang Hong's shining eyes, he suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and even his consciousness began to blur.

Today's male tyrant is not as good as the fire unicorn, and against Wang Hong, whose spiritual power is increasing day by day, he can't hold it even for a second, so he keeps his punch posture and stands still.

"This bear gang leader who sent it to the door is really a trouble."

"Killing is not suitable for killing, if you let it go directly, it will be too deliberate."

"What's the excuse?"

Wang Hong pondered for a while, suddenly remembered a person, hesitated for a moment, left a line on the sand, and then left the sand dune.

Two minutes later, Xiongba gradually recovered from his lost state, and suddenly realized something, and immediately put his fists on guard and looked around.

But Wang Hong had already disappeared, only a line of big characters on the ground was solidified by mana, and he frowned when he saw Xiongba.

As the overlord of the north on the surface, Xiongba has a very high opinion of himself, coupled with the first half of his life given by the mud bodhisattva, it even makes him feel that he is destined to return!

So he came to the desert this time to bring Wang Hong and Mingyue back to the world, if these two people don't obey, then kill them in advance? lest it become a great trouble in the future.

But who would have thought? A young man who was only less than twenty could easily take him down.

Such a master is still afraid of the lone party?

Xiongba secretly fought with Dugu three years ago? Naturally know that the other party is slightly weaker than him? With the strength shown by Wang Hong, where did Dugu have the courage to chase and kill him?

"This kid is said to be a disciple of the Sword Master? Is the strength of the Sword Master really strong to this extent? Even a disciple can easily defeat me? ”

The self-confident male bully when he came, is he really a little skeptical about life at this time? See that line on the ground again? I suddenly felt a toothache.

"When did Youruo come into contact with this kid?"

"No, we have to go back and live in another place for her."

"Also, the three must be unified as soon as possible, otherwise it will ......"

Xiongba pinched his beard and talked to himself for a while? And then with a slap of the hand? Destroy all the handwriting on the ground.

Just as Xiongba hurriedly left the desert, Wang Hong and the others also quickly rushed to the sword apartment.

When the sky was dark, an oasis suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, and the bright moon that had been exposed to the sun for a day and was feeling tired? With a smile on his face, he took up his light skills and flew towards the oasis.

But she just rushed out not far away? was stopped by Wang Hong, because at this moment in the center of the oasis? There was already a sword intent rising into the sky, pointing directly at the approaching three.

Although Wang Hong has been practicing knives for a long time? But it has never been able to truly condense the sword intent.

But his emotion-destroying sword technique is close to completion? Got a thought? The indifferent and ruthless demonic qi erupted in an instant, and it went head-to-head with the sword intent in the distance, without falling behind in the slightest.

In the past, Wang Hong did not dare to use his demonic nature at will, otherwise his combat power would be multiplied, but if he did not kill his opponent, he might sink forever.

Now with the Ice Heart Technique, the restrictions in this area suddenly disappeared, and at this moment, even if the Demon Mind is blazing, he can use the Ice Heart Technique to transform the cold will and forcibly control himself.

"You stay away, and wait for me to fight the Sword Master first, and then talk about other things."

At this moment, Wang Hong's voice was extremely cold, and Mingyue, who had always felt that she knew her cousin well, suddenly had a hint of fear.

However, she also knew that this was not the time to pursue the reason, so she immediately followed Wang Hong's words and retreated to a sand dune hundreds of meters away with Ah Hu to wait.

Wang Hong carried the Cold Moon Ring Knife and walked unhurriedly towards the oasis.

A moment later, he came to the front of the sword apartment, and saw an old man with white hair hanging down, standing under a poplar tree with his eyes closed.

"Wang Hong?" The Sword Saint's eyes suddenly opened, looked at Wang Hong for a moment, and then nodded and said, "It's much stronger than I imagined, but your sword technique is not like the Six Tricks of Aohan, but more similar to the Demon Sword of the First Evil Emperor!" ”

Dugu Meng, the daughter of the real Dugu Party, worshiped under the First Evil Emperor to learn swords, and the uncle of the Dugu Sword Saint was naturally no stranger to the First Evil Emperor.

Wang Hong smiled coldly: "Once the magic knife of the First Evil Emperor is practiced, the whole person will be completely demonized, this kind of brainless knife technique, how stupid will a person practice?" ”

The sword saint frowned slightly when he heard this, and after a while, he also sarcastically said:

"Your knife technique is not much better, after practicing for a long time, you will inevitably be ruthless, you can put it away or not, and sooner or later there will be a big mess."

The first eighteen swords of the Sword Saint's Holy Spirit Sword Technique are sentient swords, and the nineteenth to twenty-second swords are ruthless swords, so it is clear to Wang Hong's situation at a glance.

However, the Sword Master did not completely enter the Ruthless Sword Path, but because the sword heart was clear, he could freely switch between the Ruthless Sword and the Ruthless Sword.

If Wang Hong didn't have a more suitable Bingxin recipe for him, I'm afraid that he would have to learn from Xu Fu to pretend to be a grandson today, and really come to worship the Sword Saint as a teacher.

"It's better to be ruthless than to be killed, the catastrophe is coming, if you don't have enough strength, sooner or later you will die at the hands of others!"

Wang Hong said indifferently, even when the demonic nature erupted, some tricks that fooled people would still be said naturally.

However, the Sword Saint is not Xu Fu, his heart is as strong as iron, and he can never be moved by words.

The day before yesterday, he received a message from Dugu Fang, saying that his nominal apprentice was likely to come to see him.

Although Wang Hong was counted in the letter, Dugu Sword Saint felt that Wang Hong acted in his style, so he really wanted to meet this cheap apprentice.

When it comes to the realm of the Sword Master, he will not see the difference between swords at all like ordinary swordsmen, but the inheritance of ideas and will is what the Sword Master really values.

Therefore, the Sword Saint who realized that his longevity was about to end, and he had never had a reliable successor, was actually very much looking forward to the upcoming Wang Hong.

But when he saw him today, Wang Hong didn't have the conjecture respect for him at all, but regarded him as a whetstone.

Under the mixture of disappointment and anger, the sword intent around the Sword Saint quickly climbed, and the momentum like a mountain was fiercely suppressed.

At this moment, even Wang Hong didn't dare to despise the other party anymore.

Dugu Sword Saint is actually the pinnacle grandmaster!

What the hell, if the Sword Saint is a peak grandmaster, where does Sword Twenty-Three need to kill the male tyrant?

It seems that he has killed himself purely by himself!

But what about the peak grandmaster, the Fengyun world is not Dongwu Continent, and the longevity of the peak grandmaster is not much more than that of ordinary people.

At the age of the Sword Saint, his combat power would have declined, as long as he hadn't realized that earth-shattering sword twenty-three, the current Wang Hong was not afraid of the peak grandmaster at all!

Sensing the Sword Saint's attitude at this moment, Wang Hong didn't say anything more, the Cold Moon Ring Sword came out of its sheath, and a touch of dark sword qi instantly slashed in front of the Sword Saint.

Compared with Wang Hong, the name of the Sword Saint was obtained through a bloody battle of life and death, and the bones that fell under the Wushuang Sword in the early years are simply difficult to count.

"Kenichi!"

In the face of this tentative sword, the Sword Saint dodged the sword qi in a flash, approached Wang Hong's side, and stabbed out a sword with an expressionless face.

One sword is countless swords, endless sword moves, all melted into the "sword one" at this moment, and stabbed at Wang Hong's right hand.

This sudden sword made Wang Hong feel very uncomfortable.

There is a hint of atmosphere in the weirdness, and it seems that there is a poisonous snake hidden in the majesty, and all kinds of changes are forcing him to hurry, and it is not easy to block this "sword one".

Clanging, followed by the sound of sword clashing, Wang Hong habitually wanted to distance himself, and the Sword Master quickly noticed this.

"Sword Eighteen!"

Although he didn't know what amazing long-range means the other party had, his rich combat experience made the Sword Master use Sword Eighteen without hesitation.

Countless sword nets took shape in an instant, entangled Wang Hong one after another, leaving him without even a chance to get out of the entanglement.

But Wang Hong is not easy to match.

Even if the two sides are too tightly entangled, he doesn't have time to perform the Heart-Snatching Dafa, but the Love-Destroying Demon Sword is also a stunt used by martial soul powerhouses to compete.

Wang Hong, under the outbreak of demonic nature, even if the sword technique has not yet been completed, he is still not the target that the Sword Master can win in the short term.

And the Sword Saint was finally old, and he knew that he would definitely have no chance of winning if he continued to drag on, and the sword intent on his body suddenly exploded, forming a storm of sword qi around the two of them!

Everything around the storm seemed to have been cut by a thousand knives, and even Wang Hong, who was inside, felt a stinging pain all over his body.

But in less than a second, the storm suddenly closed, but it did not disappear, but gathered on the sword in the sword in the hand of the Sword Master.

All of a sudden, the mortal soldier who was originally not a big threat to Wang Hong instantly became incomparably sharp, and the sword aura emitted was shocking.

"Sword Twenty-two!"

The strongest killing move that the Sword Master had mastered so far was unleashed at this moment, and the monstrous sword waves continued to stab at Wang Hong, bringing ruthlessness and ferocity to the extreme.

The current Sword Saint is not a sword saint who has never suppressed his cultivation with Jian Chen, with his more than sixty years of cultivation, he has stirred up a majestic sword intent, and his momentum is enough to kill most ordinary grandmasters in an instant.

In the face of the countless sword shadows, Wang Hong could only choose to give up the small to defend the big.

Instantly distinguish the strength of the sword shadow with spiritual power, use the Cold Moon Treasure Sword to resist the big threat, and directly carry it with the body protection gang qi if the threat is small, and it can still be supported in the short term.

Wang Hong also knew that the Sword Saint's state would definitely not last long, and he really didn't believe that he would not be able to consume an old man!

It only took less than a minute for Wang Hong and the Sword Master to go from talking to fighting, and Mingyue and Ah Hu, who were standing on the sand dunes in the distance, were already stunned by the two who were fighting.

Although Mingyue knew that her cousin's strength was very strong, it was far from what she showed.

But she really didn't expect that Wang Hong would be able to fight with Dugu Sword Holy to such a point, and after dozens of moves in a row, he was only slightly behind.

And Ah Hu's eyes widened, and he said half-loudly: "Wang Shaoxia is so powerful?" ”

Over the years, he has brought nearly 100 people to this oasis, and there are only five who can survive the second sword of the Sword Master.

As for a strong man like Wang Hong, who competes with the Sword Saint, he has never seen one.

As the speed of the Sword Master's sword became faster and faster, the Cold Moon Ring Sword was already faintly unable to keep up.

But at this point, Wang Hong gave up the idea of opening up the distance, and this hearty battle made him only feel happy and wanted to look up to the sky and roar.

At the same time, the emotion-destroying knife technique, which had been difficult to achieve after seven years of penance, actually broke through the bottleneck at this moment.

Due to the situation, the "lovesickness" of the three unique lovers should come out!

Wang Hong, who has always been accustomed to casting spells in the back row and is silent, has now integrated his timidity and ruthlessness into this sword light.

With a clanging sound, the ordinary steel long sword of the Sword Master was instantly broken in two.

The strong sword qi was broken by the "Acacia Chop", and the sharpness of the Cold Moon Ring Sword was naturally not something that a mortal soldier could resist.

But the strange thing is that with the completion of the Acacia Slash, the originally boiling demonic nature actually calmed down on its own without the need for Bing Xinjue to suppress it.

And the Sword Saint stood still in place, stunned, although he had a weapon, he was indeed defeated by the young man in front of him.

"What's the name of that knife just now?" The two were silent for a while, and the Sword Master suddenly asked.

"Acacia!" Wang Hong replied casually.

At this moment, he was still immersed in the afterglow of slashing lovesickness, for some reason, Wang Hong always felt that this knife was wonderful, but he failed to bring out the knife intent.

"Acacia? Acacia also needs to be cut off? The Sword Master muttered to himself.

Unlike Wang Hong, who has been trying to seek stability, the Sword Saint can be described as ups and downs.

He learned swords at the age of five, became famous at the age of nine, and thoroughly understood kendo at the age of thirteen.

In order to pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship, the sword saint thought hard and learned that he had taken the "Seven Lives of Forgetfulness", which made him ruthless all his life, and it was difficult to practice perfect swordsmanship.

Unwilling to be interrupted on the road of the sword, the sword master once went to Dongying to find the "half heart" that could relieve the "seven lifetimes of forgetfulness", and thus met his lover Miyamoto Snow Ling, and co-created the first eighteen styles of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

But later, due to some accidents, the "half-heart" failed, and the Sword Master turned back into a ruthless person, and after returning to the Central Plains alone, he created Sword Nineteen to Sword Twenty-two.

Therefore, for today's Dugu Sword Saint, the three words of lovesickness make him both palpitating and completely incomprehensible.

And Wang Hong, who had been thinking about it for a long time and was still full of mud, suddenly remembered a classic he had read in his early years, and couldn't help but chant softly.

"Hongyan is far away, lovesickness is bitter, several meanings, it is difficult to pay each other, ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, no lovesickness and no patience!"

Wang Hongde's voice was clear and long, not only awakening the Sword Saint who was also contemplative, but also making the bright moon on the sand dunes in the distance moisten his eyes.

Fortunately, Wang Hong quickly broke away from the state of literary and artistic youth, beckoned in the direction of the sand dune, and shouted loudly:

"Mingyue, come here, let's find a good review of the Sword Master!"