This knife is too strong!

Fast, extremely fast, electric and flint in an instant, you can take people's lives!

Sharp, extremely sharp, sharp, extremely piercing!

It's scary!

This is all the feeling of his Southern Wilderness, the young man in front of him is only a mid-stage cultivator in the Tongmai Realm, and he has the strength to hit him hard when he uses such a flying knife, if this young man reaches the stream realm or the river realm, he really didn't dare to imagine it at that time.

Of course, what is more terrifying is not this young man, this young man can only be said to attack Wushuang, and what is even more terrifying is that the young man with the sound of the piano can actually make his cultivation in the river realm, lose his mind in an instant, and he can't even resist, if this is replaced by the sound of the killing piano, wouldn't it wipe out his soul in an instant?

There are palpitations!

But it is undeniable that at this moment, Nanhuang grinned, looking at a young man, it was like looking at a dead thing, and the momentum of his whole body rose, which was a performance of going all out in the face of someone stronger than himself, and even exerting 200% of his combat power.

"Die!"

There is no too much nonsense, how can the Southern Wilderness, who has suffered a big loss, still talk nonsense? Of course, it is more reassuring to shoot two teenagers to death!

Therefore, with a loud shout immediately, the palms of the two hands were closed, and the entire gray space suddenly had infinite pressure, and it squeezed towards the middle frantically.

With the Southern Wilderness as the center, all things in heaven and earth within ten zhang frantically squeezed towards the middle, and countless sand, stones, plants and trees were all squeezed and crushed each other and turned into flying ashes.

And seeing that there was no single knife to solve the Southern Wilderness, Sun Hao and Qian Jin's faces changed greatly, this was their full blow, the reason why Sun Hao did not attack directly was because his soul power was not strong enough, and there was no way to directly annihilate the Southern Wilderness in the realm of the River Realm.

Therefore, he tried his best to interfere with Nanhuang's mind and handed over the killing to Qian Jin.

This knife is almost perfect, and it shouldn't be a problem to kill Nanhuang, but he never expected that Nanhuang actually reacted at the most critical moment and escaped death at the cost of one arm.

Now seeing Nanhuang exerting his artistic conception with all his might squeezing towards the two of them, he couldn't help but change his face greatly, and he also frantically exerted his intention to the extreme.

Buzzing!

The sound of the piano continued, and the boundless gray emanated from his body, spreading outward with him as the center, resisting the force of the squeezing.

At the same time, countless white rays of light emanated from Qian Jin's body, and his will naturally emanated.

The meaning of his understanding is time!

Time is like an arrow, and a knife is like flowing water!

One is gray, one is silver, crazy joint spreading, joining forces to resist, but after all, the two of them are strong in the middle of the stream realm, no matter how strong the intention is, they have not reached the artistic conception, and in the face of the strong people in the river realm who have achieved the artistic conception, they are all garbage.

The intentions of the two of them were constantly compressed, and then compressed, from the five or six lengths that burst out, they were compressed back to two or three zhang in the blink of an eye, and as time passed, they were all shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sun Hao and Qian Jin's faces began to appear with large beads of sweat, and they began to roll down!

A strong life-and-death crisis surrounds the two.

"Hehe, if you have a strong intention, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary intention, you can actually join forces to compete with my medium-grade artistic conception, if you reach the realm, I'm afraid the battle will be better than the ordinary river realm powerhouse, it's really terrifying!"

The corners of Nan Huang's mouth showed a cruel smile, constantly improving his artistic conception, and the surrounding ten zhang was already barren, only his gray space was rotating, crushing.

"I don't know, how did our Ice and Snow Kingdom give birth to you freaks, why don't you hand over the exercises, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

That being said, Nanhuang did not relax in the slightest, he suffered a loss, but he learned a lesson.

But now that the artistic conception is fully open, even if the two of them sneak attack themselves, they can't do anything, and after seeing the intentions of the two again, he can't help but be greedy again.

The birth of the artistic conception depends on the understanding of martial arts, but the artistic conception is also divided into strong and weak, the more powerful the martial arts, the stronger the artistic conception of the birth, to the river realm of cultivation, in addition to the constant cultivation of the vitality for the realm, the strength of the real combat power, it depends on the strength of the artistic conception.

The artistic conception is divided into, four grades and twelve levels, from low to high are the lower grade, the middle grade, the upper grade, and the best!

In the entire kingdom, the strong people in the river realm with the artistic conception of the middle grade are already considered to be great masters, and there are no more than 100 people in the kingdom, which is also what the folk say, and there are only 100 people in the river realm in the ice and snow kingdom.

The powerhouse of the river realm with the artistic conception of the top grade is already a hegemon, and there are only twelve or thirteen people in the kingdom, all of whom are high-ranking or antique-like existences, and they are extremely deterrent.

The best artistic conception is strong, like a rarity, in his knowledge, there are no more than five people in the kingdom, and the most famous of them is Qi Daolin, the dean of the Tianshu Academy!

It is said that on top of the best artistic conception, there is a higher artistic conception, but this kind of martial arts does not exist in the kingdom at all.

This Sun Hao and Qian Jin's intentions, once the artistic conception is achieved, at least it will be a high-grade artistic conception, and the martial arts of this cultivation are intriguing, he doesn't believe that it is just by virtue of the understanding between the two.

The violent pressure has pressed Sun Hao and Qian Jin's intentions to the point where their bodies are less than a foot long, and the two of them are soaked, their faces are pale, and they resist without saying a word.

The wound on Qian Jin's body was cracked, and the blood was pouring out, and I was afraid that it would not take a moment or three to die of excessive blood loss.

Xiao Beihan on the big tree closed his eyes and closed his mouth, silently, the whole person was like an abyss, even his eyes would sink, any light would be swallowed up when he arrived here, this was the ultimate black, even if he did not bloom the slightest breath, but it made people feel that he was brewing earth-shattering killing intent.

Even Shangguan Feihong, the 10,000-year-old ice cube, although he had an absolute grasp of Brother Fan, the chill in his eyes was even better, and his palm seemed to be on the scabbard intentionally or unintentionally!

The evil smile on the corner of Li Changfeng's mouth converged, the purple robe stretched slightly, countless tiny true dragons surrounded him, and his eyes opened and closed, full of anger.

The short shirt on Ou Hu's body has been torn by the violent muscles, and his whole body is hot, and his blood is like a rainbow, revealing a white fierce tiger on his back, his eyes are blood-red.

Occasionally, a fallen leaf dripped on him, and it would turn into ashes in an instant, burning nothing.

Ice ballasts began to appear on the trunk of the tree, accompanied by a strange blood red, Mo Liuli and the demon moon were side by side.

The red clothes sat on Ou Hu's shoulder, still indifferent, but except for Lin Fan, no one noticed that in the gray space of the Southern Wilderness, a strong man in the river realm, a gray color slowly appeared.

"Don't rush ——!"

Lin Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, but the words only sounded in his heart, if it succeeded, it would be an opportunity for Sun Hao and Qian Jin, if they failed, they were there, and their lives were not in danger.

"Qian Jin, we won't be able to last long, wait until I explode with all my might, and then detonate the Demon Qin to blast his artistic conception, you escape quickly, whether you can escape in front of Brother Fan depends on your creation!"

Suddenly, Qian Jin heard Sun Hao's transmission in his ears, and he was proficient in the way of music and rhythm, even Nanhuang couldn't find his transmission.

"What stupid words, how can I leave you alone and run away, I want to live together, and die together!"

Qian Jin didn't seem to be afraid of Nanhuang hearing his words, and shouted loudly, at this time, the intention of the two of them had been squeezed to the point of a foot in front of them by the violent pressure, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding and the corners of their eyes were cracked.

It's a pity that with Sun Hao's cleverness, he had already guessed Qian Jin's choice, and before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang all over his body, and all his potential exploded, and in an instant, the intention of a foot away skyrocketed to more than three zhang.

"Boom!"

Sun Hao shouted, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and his palm slapped on the Demon Swinging Qin, and the high-grade spirit weapon Demon Qin made a mournful roar, and it broke with a bang.

At this moment, countless strings burst out, piercing the artistic conception of the Southern Wilderness with a sharp sound, tearing a hole in the solid artistic conception, and the gray suddenly brightened.

"Not enough!"

Sun Hao shouted again, his long black hair turned white in an instant, piercing the strings of the artistic conception, and the roots were straight and broken.

Boom Boom!

The bright gray space suddenly shattered, as if the glass had been shattered, turning into countless fragments and dissipating.

"What's the joy of life, what's the pain of death?!"

Seeing this, Qian Jin's eyes were split, he knew that Sun Hao had burned his life potential, just to exchange for his glimmer of life, but how could he escape?

Sacrifice your brother's life to live in the world?!

Brother Fan said that brothers in life and death will never abandon them!

At this moment, Qian Jin drank heavily, all the true yuan rolled all over his body, all the meaning, all the qi, all the gods, at this moment, all into the knife in his hand.

Because of the same burning life potential, his skin cracked, and his blood turned into blood mist, but he didn't care, as if he didn't know the pain, and the silver in his eyes had never been so vigorous.

Click!

There seemed to be some sound shattering, and at the same time, Qian Jin entered the palm of his hand, and the knife that concentrated all his essence and divine consciousness had disappeared in his hand.

Nanhuang was originally exploded by Sun Hao's potential, and he blew up the high-grade spirit weapon Swinging Demon Qin, blasting open the artistic conception, and was still a little shocked, just about to act, all his vision had turned silver-white, and he saw a small knife shooting at him at an unfast speed.

Obviously unhappy, but he is like being locked in, and he can't hide at all!

Poof!

The sharp knife was not happy in his eyes, but it was actually beyond the limit of speed, that was the power of time, that was the power of time.

With a pop, the knife pierced through Nanhuang's head, and he only felt a pain in his forehead, and the consciousness of the whole person began to blur.

The body shook and fell to the ground with a bang!

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