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After understanding what Hong Xiaobao wanted to do, Chang Liuming's expression changed in an instant, and he burst out with a more gloomy aura that was already entangled in lifelessness, he was trying to force him to make a move, otherwise the arrogant sword would destroy the Nine Sacrificial Heavenly Lanterns, and he would lose the only chance to resurrect. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

...... What a ruthless boy, he will send people! Chang Liuming's eyes were extremely cold, and he thought in his heart that he would torture Hong Xiaobao to death afterwards, so that this kid would also know and dare to take advantage of his results.

Chang Liuming didn't dare to let the Nine Mouth Sacrifice Heavenly Lantern be destroyed, and he also secretly set up a formation in case of emergency.

In Hong Xiaobao's eyes, he is a hero who either destroys the Nine Mouth Sacrifice Lantern or fights to the death with Ao Wentian, but in Ao Wentian's eyes, Hong Xiaobao has become a villain who wants to monopolize the secret before he dies.

"Shaft, you are going to die immediately, and you dare to fight my secret idea?!" Ao Wentian was furious, and the tip of the sword swung from left to right, conjuring up dozens of sword shadows, these sword shadows are all composed of sword qi, with its shape and its god, each sword shadow is comparable to a high-level flying sword, killing people is not a problem.

"Go!" Ao Wentian snorted. The dozens of sword shadows shot out like strings away from the sword, with a strong wind, and caught up with Hong Xiaobao in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the extraordinary sword aura behind him, Hong Xiaobao had to turn around and stop. I saw that the dozens of white sword shadows spread out like a city wall in front of him, each of which was full of sword intent, like a needle prick, which made people dare not look directly, let alone a sword wall composed of dozens of sword shadows.

The astonishing sword intent was like a giant axe slashing at a person's neck, the sharp blade flashed with cold light, and a huge sense of oppression also transferred from it, and the person who was pressed couldn't breathe.

Hong Xiaobao turned around in shock, and he already had a foundation. But he was still shocked and speechless, his eyes lost his mind for a moment, and his brain was blank.

And that's the moment of effort. It was enough for the sword shadow to stab at Hong Xiaobao. When the first sword shadow penetrated Hong Xiaobao's body, a hole was broken in his body. The flesh and blood were crumbled apart in an instant, and blood was drenched and splattered all over the ground.

"Brother Xiaobao!!" Yun Caixiao exclaimed.

Under the severe pain, Hong Xiaobao's consciousness only woke up slightly, but at this moment, the second and third paths ...... More than a dozen sword shadows had all come to him, only a stone's throw away from him, and the nearest one was already close to his eyes.

And when Hong Xiaobao opened his eyes, he saw a cold light flickering in front of him. Piercing phantoms. Hong Xiaobao was so shaken that he quickly closed his eyes, and at the same time his body retreated, and only by leaning back could he dodge the attack of the sword shadow, leaving only a shallow blood mark from his eyebrows to his forehead.

Ao Wentian snorted coldly, stopped behind the dozens of sword shadows, and looked coldly at Hong Xiaobao who was dodging in embarrassment. His arms were outstretched, his sword was above his head, and in an instant, another phantom figure appeared.

Aowentian continues to carry capacity. The sword shadow surrounded Ao Wentian, lined up one by one, until it formed a circle. The white sword shadow shone with a compelling light, and each sword shadow was a sword intent that was arrogant.

Sword intent is the essence of sword cultivation and the foundation of his cultivation. The attack of sword intent was their purest and most terrifying power. Now in order to defeat Hong Xiaobao, Ao Wentian has taken out his hole cards, and he wants to kill him here to correct his reputation as a sword saint.

The sword shadow did not stop after besieging the city for a large circle, and set up a second circle on the outer layer. Ao Wentian's face was the same, and his eyes looked coldly at Hong Xiaobao, who was entangled and fighting with the sword shadow.

Hong Xiaobao didn't dare to open his eyes from beginning to end. Only squinting slightly, around so. The sword shadow as cold as ice was also like countless knives. Cutting his optic nerve.

Hong Xiaobao had several more blood marks on his body at this moment, and during this time, he had tried to close his eyes in order to avoid the attack of the sword intent on his eyes.

However, he found that doing so was equivalent to admitting defeat on the sword intent, whether it was himself or his divine soldiers, there would be a sense of anxiety and powerlessness that was pressed by a mountain and breathless.

Because of this, even if the sword shadow of the arrogant sky would make him feel uncomfortable, he would not dare to close his eyes again. Today's Hong Xiaobao is already a sword cultivator, and he may not be an opponent in terms of swordsmanship, but in terms of sword intent, he must not lose.

He wielded his divine weapon to block the sword shadows that were attacking from all directions, and he found that no matter how much force he used, he could not stop cutting these seemingly vulnerable sword shadows.

Hong Xiaobao kept slashing these sword shadows, and he only had to focus on defense, but he could keep it for a while, and he couldn't call it a lifetime, and after half a cup of tea, Hong Xiaobao added a few more blood marks on his body.

And those sword shadows that injured Hong Xiaobao were sharpened by his flesh and blood, and their speed became faster and faster. Dozens of sword shadows attacked in unison, and Hong Xiaobao dodged left and right, and it was quite difficult to deal with it.

Ao Wentian let out a cold sneer when he saw Hong Xiaobao who was embarrassed.

No matter how powerful the sword itself is? What if he takes the "Qiushui Sword Technique" that originally belonged to him? What about the purity of the sword intent? In the face of his absolute strength, he is not like a five-year-old child, powerless to fight back?

It's his sword shadow, every time he hurts Hong Xiaobao, he is one point stronger, it's a pity to kill Hong Xiaobao like this, the corners of Ao Wentian's mouth are raised, he wants Hong Xiaobao to become a stepping stone on his way to becoming a god!

At this moment, the sword shadows around him had condensed as many as five circles, and under the backdrop of the white mangs in circles and circles, Ao Wentian was like a god, exuding a cold and arrogant light.

He pointed his long sword and aimed the tip of the sword at Hong Xiaobao. The circle of sword shadows behind him, as if alive, followed the guidance of his sword tip, and rushed towards Hong Xiaobao.

Hong Xiaobao's blood dripped all over the ground, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breath was a little panting, but his mental power had reached an unprecedented peak.

These sword shadows are sword intent, he has understood this from countless contacts, and every time he encounters these sword shadows, it is his sword intent, and the collision with the sword intent of Aowentian.

The sword shadows around him slowly retreated, retreating backwards. Hong Xiaobao was holding the divine soldier, and the blood on his body flowed to the ground because of his movements, and it healed quickly.

The "buzzing ......" sound will resound throughout the tomb, causing the stones in the tomb to vibrate slightly.

The dozens of swords released by Ao Wentian earlier slowly retreated, merging with the sword shadows behind him to form a rectangular sword formation thirty meters long and ten meters high.

If the sword intent composed of dozens of swords before, it was just a lake on the top of a high mountain, and the cold light was chilling and terrifying. The sword intent formed by the shadows of these hundreds of swords is the vast ocean of heaven and earth, like a stormy wave, just one glance makes it seem like hanging on the tip of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and it is about to fall to death in an instant.

The moment Hong Xiaobao opened his eyes, he seemed to be on the edge of the abyss, half of his feet stepped out of the abyss of despair, and the huge sense of crisis from death surrounded him like a dumpling.

At that moment, he felt as if he was about to disappear. Hong Xiaobao's breathing gradually became short, and his hair was already wet into wisps.

He will not retreat because of this gap in sword intent, on the contrary, he is getting more and more courageous, if it is a duel in sword intent, how can he lose!

The sword shadows comparable to the golden crows gathered together as if showing off their strength. Hong Xiaobao spat on the ground and smeared it, grandma's, bullied him with less sword, isn't it?

At this moment, most of his wounds were healed, and he stood up with his sword on his shoulder. His body stood like a spear, and he pursed his lips, as vigorous as a pine and cypress.

Hong Xiaobao stared at the pain like a stab, and opened his eyes in front of this sword wall, as if he was gambling with his life, he refused to blink an eye even if he died.

He raised the divine weapon, his brain was blank at the moment, only one voice remained, he believed in himself, his sword intent could not be lost.

In the dark, he had some insights that he didn't have before. The second layer of the "Autumn Water Sword Technique" also showed signs of loosening, and the sword was like autumn water, and continuous spiritual power poured into his body.

He closed his reddened eyes, let go of his hands, and the divine soldier slowly stood on his head. With Hong Xiaobao's comprehension of the second layer of the "Autumn Water Sword Technique", the sword body of the divine soldier trembled slightly.

Although Ao Wentian's sword intent was powerful, it always made him feel that there was something more. When he fought with Ao Wentian's sword intent before, he clearly felt this, so he could be sure that at least he would never lose in terms of sword intent.

People divide the king, and the whole world dare not obey. The sword is also divided into kings, Hong Xiaobao was like this when he first saw this divine weapon, it stood on the top of a mountain that was a lot higher than other swords and looked down on his own piece of the country, and when Hong Xiaobao pulled out this divine weapon, he felt an indescribable feeling.

He couldn't understand what that feeling was going on at the time, but after experiencing the competition with the Aowen Heavenly Sword Intent, coupled with the scene he saw in front of him, he gradually figured out the meaning of the second layer of the "Autumn Water Sword Technique".

Hong Xiaobao tried to run the second layer of the "Autumn Water Sword Technique", this time, he was no longer as confused and confused as before, there was a light similar to before, but this time the role of that light for him was no longer a guide, but an affirmation, affirming that his thoughts were correct.

Ao Wentian narrowed his eyes, he originally wanted to receive the monstrous sword intent of this sword wall to deter Hong Xiaobao, so that he could understand the gap between him and himself. Unexpectedly, he suddenly sat up and didn't say anything, and he looked like he was feeling something.

It's not good, could it be that he took this opportunity to comprehend the "Autumn Water Sword Technique"?

Ao Wentian was not shocked in his heart, and even he couldn't say why. He looked at Hong Xiaobao in front of him, and a strange feeling arose, which made him involuntarily raise the sword in his hand and command the sword wall to slash towards Hong Xiaobao. (To be continued.) )