In Wuding, Xia Qiqi and Yun Blind walked around anxiously in front of Cangxuan and Kurong, and they were about to smooth out the grass under their feet.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho."

A mellow aroma of wine wafted in the air, and Cangxuan was half-lying on the ground in a white coat, constantly toasting to Kurong next to him.

"I said, how many times have you two been wandering back and forth, are you annoying, if you weren't afraid that you would be bad if you realized it, Lao Tzu would have thrown you out, so I won't be annoyed."

Cangxuan burped, looked at the four legs that were constantly shaking in front of her, the more she looked at it, the more troublesome she became, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore and scolded loudly.

"Of course you don't have to worry if it's not your friend, if they have something, I'm sorry for the Demon Lord!!"

Seeing Cang Xuan's cold eyes without any emotion, the cold aura flowing from them made Xia Qiqi and the others shiver.

"There is no if, if he dies inside, then I am looking at the wrong person."

The cold words are like the cold wind of winter, pushing everyone into the dark abyss, making people feel like the cold of falling into an ice cellar.

Inside the black giant tomb, Song Hexuan slowly propped up his heavy body, and traces of red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"Boom."

The golden black knife on his waist suddenly unsheathed in a golden light, and the surging true qi like a wave of true qi one after another, setting off an endless wind on this square platform.

"The sword cuts the reincarnation, and the love breaks the netherworld."

A gloomy voice came out of Song Hexuan's mouth, and it was still very small at first, but as the murderous aura on this golden black knife became thicker and thicker, the sound became louder and louder, so loud that it was deafening.

The purple-black cold fireworks lit on the knife at once, and the flames were reflected on Song Hexuan's face. Add an evil coldness to it.

In front of him, the five negative thoughts of love, hatred, stubbornness, greed, resentment, and delusion stood in front of Song Hexuan, and the five figures were all the same in terms of clothing and appearance, making it impossible to distinguish them at all.

"Since you can't see clearly, let's fight together."

The big white hands in the sleeve robe suddenly rioted. The flames on the golden black knife burned through the void, rippled a little, and rushed towards the five figures with an evil aura that filled the sky.

The imaginary expression did not appear on the face of the demon, the eyes of the five people were as deep as Gutan, and a playful smile appeared on their faces, that kind of look made Song Hexuan very annoying, just like watching a clown in a circus.

The distance between Song Hexuan and the heart demons was getting closer, and the sarcastic smiles on the faces of the five heart demons were getting stronger and stronger.

"Ding."

The forceless slash slashed at the delusional body, bringing bursts of sarcastic laughter. And Song Hexuan was puzzled.

"How so, my knife"

The anti-heaven evil power in the body was like the Dead Sea at this time, without the slightest ripple, and the aura of death around the blade that had just been surrounded had already dissipated at this time.

"Boy, you're kidding, aren't you? Are you tickling me? ”

A shocking palm was imprinted on Song Hexuan's stomach without warning, almost scattering Song Hexuan's soul.

"Poof."

A mouthful of blood spilled in the air.

"Why? What's going on here? ”

Staggering and struggling to stand up, Song Hexuan suddenly felt that the knife in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't lift it at all.

"What's going on? We're going to ask you. Why exactly are you here, with a knife? Whose legacy are you accepting? ”

Five roars that rose at the same time exploded in Song Hexuan's ears. He was so shocked that he almost fainted.

Whose lineage is it accepted? With a knife? Amusing!!! After a roar, words like these kept flashing in Song Hexuan's head, which made him lose his mind for a while.

The Five Heart Demons didn't have time to care about Song Hexuan's mental activities at this time, and just when Song Hexuan fell into deep thought, the five people had already surrounded him in the blink of an eye.

"Demon Slaughter."

The icy voice sounded in the air, and the feeling of chilling all over the body hit again. woke up Song Hexuan, who was deep in thought, and it was useless to resist in a hurry in a panic.

It can be seen that a pair of miserable white and bloodless hands rioted in the air, grabbing Song Hexuan's collar in the air. Then Song Hexuan will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.

At such a close distance, the long knife had no room to be used at all, and in the face of the endless pressure brought by a pair of big hands, Song Hexuan had no choice but to attack with a pair of fleshy palms in a hurry.

The big white hand covered the void, without half a bit of blood, and the gray mist pressed down on Song Hexuan's head, and he couldn't resist it at all.

"Bang."

With a loud bang, Song Hexuan rose into the air again with his doubts, and blood was sprinkled all over the sky.

"Demon Slaughter."

Song Hexuan didn't know why the heart demon would use his demon heart serial hand, he only knew now that they seemed to use it better than himself.

Song Hexuan, who was in mid-air, was suddenly pulled by an irresistible huge force, and suddenly the whole figure fell sharply in a certain direction on the ground.

Below Song Hexuan, the obsession of one of the five thoughts stood there, with a soft whistle, a black mist opened his mouth, and beside him, Song Hexuan seemed to see the scene of the universe being born at the beginning and then extinguished.

"Give up resistance, if you don't understand the question just now, I advise you to decide on your own."

The joking voice floated in the air, causing Song Hexuan's body, which was already on the verge of shattering, to crack again.

Indeed, this thought was floating in Song Hexuan's head, although the people in front of him were exactly the same as him in terms of skills and moves, but their five moves really made Song Hexuan unable to resist.

Song Hexuan had never seen such a strange way of making a move, and he had never seen such an awkward move.

A set of playing styles is like an antelope hanging its horns, without any trace, as if everything does not exist, but it seems that it should be like this.

Their movements, as if they were human instincts, are casual but very effective, really similar to Cangxuan's words of sending and receiving at will.

"Wait, Cangxuan? Send and receive as you like, not limited to form!! Aha ”

On the square stage, Song Hexuan, who was already dying, finally realized that he came here to accept Cangxuan's inheritance, not to let him come here to fight fiercely with a bloody knife.

Send and receive as you like, informal. This is the meaning of Cangxuan giving him this inheritance competition, and it is also the reason that Cangxuan wants Song Hexuan, who has a strong sword and axe atmosphere, to understand.

"Slap, smack, smack, smack." Drop by drop of red blood fell to the ground along Song Hexuan's arm, and the blood-stained ground expanded rapidly.

Song Hexuan, who slowly stood up, waved his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and a cruel smile pulled up on his lips.

"I'm going to knock you to death." (To be continued.) )