It's worthy of being a thing from the hand of reincarnation, even if it's just an incidental pretending effect, it has such terrifying power.

Xiaguang's attack is directly attacking the enemy's body, and if the old man in Mai doesn't react quickly enough, I'm afraid that the end will not be much stronger than the law enforcement hall master.

"Nima! This pretending effect ...... It's not just invincible, it's simply invincible! Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaomu couldn't help but be speechless.

"I'm afraid I need to kill him to get this talisman!" The old man in sackcloth, whose beard was white, was afraid for a while, but after a sword, he seemed to see the clues.

The Huangquan Sect Master nodded, then looked at Yang Xiaomu, and said, "It seems that I can only kill you!" However, this seat will give you a chance to fight, the Blood Knife Saint King is the new Saint King, and it is not considered to bully you, Blood Knife Saint King, let's shoot! ”

The last sentence was said to a man in blood with a gloomy face.

"Yes! Door Master! The blood-clothed man **** lowered his lips, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

"Father, don't ......," the little demon princess exclaimed at this time.

"Stand down!" The Huangquan Sect Master frowned, stretched out his hand, and a white wall of qi stood in front of the little princess, insurmountable.

"I'm sorry, little princess!" The Blood Knife Saint King took one step forward, and the Blood Knife in his hand was sonorously unsheathed.

I saw that behind his head, a blood-colored circle of light appeared, and in the aperture, a full ninety-nine small golden pills appeared, and in the middle there was a large golden pill, surrounded by stars and moons.

In this way, it is a whole hundred gold pills.

And around him, there is a sea of blood phantom, and the blood waves are monstrous, setting him off like a Shura born in blood.

"Senior Brother Blood Knife is really powerful, if I'm not mistaken, he's only 25 years old now!"

"Yes! At the age of 25, he became a saint king, and he is also a saint king of 100 gold pills, which is really enviable! ”

"Then Yang Xiaomu will be the opponent of Senior Brother Blood Knife? As far as I know, his combat power is far higher than the realm! ”

"Just him? You're not kidding! What kind of cross-step killing, I think it's a false rumor, besides, Senior Brother Blood Knife is a real Saint King, he is no matter how strong he is to be a Saint King? ”

"Senior Brother Blood Knife is invincible, Yang Xiaomu is no different from a kitten or a puppy in front of him, and he can be suppressed with a snap of his fingers!"

Some inner disciples, as well as real people, had a lot of discussions.

"Senior Brother Blood Knife's Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife is becoming more and more perfect!"

"I really didn't expect that the Blood Knife would become a Saint King so quickly, on a par with us."

"The door master is indeed resourceful, then Yang Xiaomu's combat power is really good, and the door master's move is to let the blood knife practice the knife and stabilize the realm."

"Hehe, indeed, but I'm still worried that Yang Xiaomu will be chopped into meat sauce with three or two knives."

Some saint kings are also talking and laughing, as if they treat Yang Xiaomu as a turtle in an urn.

And at this time, the Blood Knife Saint King also walked in front of Yang Xiaomu step by step, he walked very slowly, but the pace was unusually heavy, every step he took, the phantom of the sea of blood around him condensed a point, and in the end, it was simply a real sea of blood, as if there were countless souls rising and falling in it, and let out a tragic roar.

"Make a move, don't say that this seat won't give you a chance!" The Blood Knife Saint King was like a cat playing with a mouse, and a grim smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to practice knives with me, I'm afraid this wishful thinking is going to collapse!" With the Demon Knife in his hand, Yang Xiaomu also sneered, "In front of me, you dare to call yourself this seat, you are still too tender!" ”

"Something to be ashamed of! Since you are so anxious to die, this seat will fulfill you! "In the middle of that, the Blood Knife Saint King has already taken out the sword.

The first type of the Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife, one knife and two sections!

It's a simple slash!

The blood-colored sword is as big as a galaxy, clean and neat, and there are thousands of times!

Don't look at it as just a knife, but it is very sharp, very subtle, and has supreme courage to instill it into it.

There is the will to be excited, the line of floating and overflowing, and the mystery of body and mind.

Looking at the knife that came in an instant, Yang Xiaomu's heart was like water, he shouted lowly, and he also slashed it away, and the golden knife was sent later, but it came first.

With a roar, it was like the pillar of heaven collapsed, and the sky swirled.

Yang Xiaomu was shocked back with a whoosh.

Really!

The strength of the Holy King should not be underestimated, even if it is only the Baidan Holy King, the strength is also the same as that of a real person, there have been earth-shaking changes, if he does not use the power of Jindan, in terms of pure strength, there is still no match.

"I didn't get hurt!"

"I can't imagine that in the secret realm of reincarnation for half a year, he has actually achieved the cultivation of a real person!"

Many people couldn't help but be shocked when they saw that although Yang Xiaomu was shaken back, it was just a burst of qi and blood floating, and there was no big problem.

And the Blood Knife Saint King, who saw this scene, was obviously a little angry, and he slashed it down, and the other party was unscathed. This is obviously an insult, you know, at this time, you are in the limelight. Concentrate your mind at the moment, and don't keep your hands.

The second type of the Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife, two sides and three knives!

The third type of the Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife, a thousand cuts!

The fourth type of the Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife, the sword light and blood shadow!

Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife Fifth Style......

The angry Blood Knife Saint King wanted to end the battle quickly, and attacked with eight consecutive sword techniques, wanting to kill Yang Xiaomu under the knife with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying.

Although there are only eight types, there are thousands of swords, and in the end, this place becomes a blood-colored sea of swords, and even the space seems to be unable to withstand it, and it trembles.

But Yang Xiaomu has always been calm, and he is in control of his intentions, and he is often able to avoid the most aggressive attacks by surprise, although it seems to be blown away again and again, but in fact there is no big problem at all.

When the enemy retreats, I advance, and when the enemy advances, I retreat!

Relying on the incredible speed, Yang Xiaomu is completely a guerrilla tactic, which makes people depressed and want to vomit blood.

The reason why he didn't burst out with all his strength was just because he was also waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a chance to kill with one blow.

Since these people regard themselves as trapped beasts, how can they be embarrassed not to surprise them.

And at this moment, not to mention how depressed it is, if it can't be attacked for a long time, it is inevitable that it will be impetuous.

There are not only inner disciples, real people, but also holy kings, elders, and sect masters, they are all watching their performance, if they can't kill even a seventh-order foundation building period, it will inevitably affect their image in the eyes of these high-level leaders, and the gains outweigh the losses.

"Bastard, apart from hiding in Tibet, do you have any other skills!" The Blood Knife Saint King, who was in a hurry, roared angrily.

"Hiding in Tibet? It's ridiculous! Your own speed is a turtle, so don't blame others! Yang Xiaomu sneered non-stop, wanting to provoke the other party, "This seat is just letting you, I can't see it, if I make a move, he won't lie down like a dead dog sooner." ”

Pretend!

Extreme pretense!

That's what a lot of people think.

Obviously, he was blown away again and again, and he was beaten with his head scurrying, but he still said something to let others, so shameless.

Even some of the elders who were watching the battle heard this, and they hated it so much.

"Bastard! You've succeeded in angering this seat! The tenth style of the Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife, the Blood Sea Burial Soul! "The furious Blood Knife Saint King finally began to use his desperate hole cards......