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There is compassion in this sword decision, mercy like a Buddha, and coldness like a demon. There is the coldness of killing, the depravity of rolling in the red dust, the scorching heat of burning the world, and the profound Zen that is not on this shore or on the other side.

The first three were all unified and fused in the last sword light, connected as a whole, and fell down in unison.

This sword is called "Demon Slaying", and it is a supreme sword technique that Zhang Xiaotian obtained from "memory", which is most suitable for dealing with evil things such as blood.

The evil demon has no way, the world is chaotic, and it will be slashed with a sword!

This sword was too direct, and it was not affected by the ninth-level momentum at all.

The phantom's crimson eyes showed astonishment, and then all turned into cruelty, and he picked up the bloody knife, as if to overturn the earth, and then pressed, the sky - collapsed!

Even if you are seen through, everyone is level 6 of the source force, can you still be afraid of you?

But he forgot how the seventh-level Darkiron Crocodile King of Source Force was beaten by the other party and fled.

Although the same level of mysterious beasts is weaker than humans, although this old crocodile is a little older, but it is rare for a martial artist to be able to defeat it beyond the level.

The void was covered with a huge spot of crimson light, as if a piece was missing, and a majestic force pressed it down.

Bang!

The muffled sound spread, and the void shrouded by layers of red light suddenly exploded, and Zhang Xiaotian's figure appeared in front of the phantom's eyes, and a sword was pointed at the center of the brow on the phantom's forehead.

Click!

A crack stretched down the center of his eyebrows, and Zhang Xiaotian's indifferent eyes stared at the blood-colored phantom with monstrous hatred, and behind him was the blood knife that was frozen in mid-air, and the red light spots that dissipated.

You ——!

Syllable!

The blood-colored phantom's head suddenly exploded, like a watermelon falling from a high altitude.

And extremely deep cracks appeared on his body, quickly cracking into countless small pieces, and he could no longer maintain a condensed state!

Yu Minghai, who rushed over, was completely stunned, how could it be possible for a ninth-level source force to be killed like this?

He looked at the white-robed figure standing in the air with surprise and admiration, and was extremely glad in his heart, fortunately he didn't run for his life alone, it was really a correct choice.

Zhang Xiaotian in mid-air didn't pay attention to Li Xiaoyu and them below, he frowned and looked at the red virtual image that was shattered into pieces, but there was a solemn meaning in his heart.

He thought of the moment of his death in the dream that night, it was also so tragic!

Falling down, Bao Xingyu asked in surprise: "Xiaotian, is that thing really the ninth level of source power?" ”

At this moment, the four of them also came back to their senses, and this blood shadow would definitely not be the true ninth level of source power.

Although Zhang Xiaotian is very powerful, if he wants to say that with the strength of the sixth level of the source force, he will kill the ninth level of the source force in a row, even if it is a bloody TV series, it is impossible for such a plot to appear, let alone in reality!

"It's just a camouflage of breath, and the true strength of this thing is also the sixth level of source power."

Zhang Xiaotian didn't hide it from everyone.

Yu Minghai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, it's okay, although it's enough to kill a master of the same level so easily, but it's still within the acceptable range, otherwise I really have to consider whether to worship the boss or the teacher!

"It's a pity to let that old crocodile slip away, otherwise its Nedan will definitely be worth a lot!"

Zhang Chaoran looked at the calm Qinghai Lake and lamented bitterly, as if a bunch of colorful tickets had floated away in front of him.

……

Another day passed, bidding farewell to the reluctant Li Xiaoyu and Bao Xingyu, and Zhang Xiaotian embarked on a journey to complete the solo mission alone.

……

In the secret realm of the ice lake, Pan Wenbang stood under the black face, carefully examining this talisman array, no matter how the circles of gray-black light pulled him, his feet were firmly fixed on the ground.

Suddenly, he smiled, "It turned out to be a cave passage!" ”

While speaking, the body suddenly relaxed, and the whole person took the initiative to throw himself into the "mouth" of the human face.

The broken cave sky, a scene of the end of the world, Pan Wenbang's eyes swept at random, as if he had grasped something, turned into a streamer, and flew in a certain direction of the cave sky.

I don't know how long it took, and a corpse appeared in front of me, a samurai in black armor, lying quietly in a piece of rubble, frozen and motionless.

Pan Wenbang stretched out his hand and sucked the corpse over, and after a little inspection, he found that the corpse was strange, there was no scar on the body of the black-armored warrior, but the head had become a piece of paste, and the brain had completely turned into a semi-liquid state.

"Is this shattered?"

Pan Wenbang dropped the corpse and continued to fly forward, encountering the corpses of several groups of missing black-armored warriors one after another along the way, all of them in the same state of death.

"What a big cave mansion, this ancient sect's handiwork is really not small!"

After flying tens of thousands of meters away, even Pan Wenbang couldn't help but marvel at the vastness of the space of this cave, if it was in its heyday, I don't know what kind of magnificent world it was!

After tens of thousands of meters, it was 10,000 meters, and the vastness of this ruined cave mansion had far exceeded Pan Wenbang's imagination.

He floated above a ruined continent and looked out into the distance.

At this moment, a long black line suddenly appeared at the end of the distant sky, sweeping in.

Pan Wenbang frowned, stared at it, and gasped.

What kind of creature is this?

How could there be such a monster in this secret realm?

And that's too much......

Rumble!

A large black tide rushed over in an instant, and countless triangular-headed monsters submerged Pan Wenbang until he disappeared.

At this time, a sword light lit up in the black tide and extended forward, like an illusory long river, full of vicissitudes of antiquity and eternal meaning.

All colors faded, everything froze, and the monster army froze, leaving only black and white and dead silence.

Time Knife Trick!

Whoa!

Like rain, where the sword light passed, a large blank space was vacated, and under the sword light, all the triangular head monsters decayed into black dust, fluttering and falling towards the continent below.

No one can escape the invasion of time, and under the long river of time, how many people are?!

To Pan Wenbang's surprise, these monsters were not afraid of the fall of a large number of companions, and the "blank" was quickly filled, and a large number of monsters poured in.

This is forcing me to kill you all!

Pan Wenbang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and he suddenly laughed.

Seeing a wave of neatly lined monsters rushing towards him, a sparkling long knife in his hand rose and fell.

"Then go die!"

A faint voice sounded, implying an unmistakable taste.

The sword light flashed, turned into a long river, and after another circle, it expanded into a river and a sea, surging from all directions to the monster army!

Time has turned the void into an indescribable quagmire, and all those who are in it are slow in thinking, slow in moving, and longevity passes!

As the sword light extended, the monsters rained down, and after five or six minutes, the sky cleared, and the trace of a monster was gone!