In a forest five hundred zhang outside the gate of Xiuwu Academy.

More than a dozen martial cultivators, law cultivators, and a middle-aged martial artist hid behind the tree.

A Fa cultivator opened his mouth and said, "Master, isn't it He Jiangshan's classmate?

The martial artist was full of doubts: "I also wonder, this kid Jiangshan has repeatedly emphasized that he wants to send more people, more martial artists, mages, and a student, I don't know what kind of reputation he is doing." ”

Another martial artist interjected: "A middle-grade student, no matter how good his qualifications are, he will definitely have more than two spirit beads to support him. It's enough for us to come, master, you even came in person, is this simply overkill?"

The martial artist smiled: "If it weren't for watching that kid grow up in Jiangshan, I wouldn't have been too lazy to go this way." ”

A Fa Xiu took over: "Master, we've been waiting here for three days, we can't keep spending so much here." ”

The martial artist was furious: "What nonsense, there are rivers and mountains in the academy who are giving us the wind, the news he personally revealed, what is the name of Xiaoyao is going in this direction, the ambush in the city is easy to expose our identity, something happened near the academy, who would have thought that it was us who did it in the Broken Sword Hall." ”

"Master, a student of the Second Spirit Bead, do we have to kill people?"

The martial artist's cheeks flickered, and a fierce light flashed: "I warn you, that kid in Jiangshan is smarter than you, and he is in a relationship with the Wang family." The things he explained must be done well. Then what kind of loose must be killed. Shhhhh Hide it all, hold your breath, and gather your senses. ”

The speed of the flying sword is very fast, and the Martial Arts Academy is already close.

Only then did Zhan Xiaoyao get down from the flying sword and walk slowly, once again investigating all kinds of information, thinking about the piles of questions in his heart.

At this moment, it was already pitch black, and it was surprisingly quiet.

The road was lined with tall trees, and there were no pedestrians.

Behind the trunk of the tree, bursts of breathing made Zhan Xiaoyao wake up suddenly.

The divine consciousness clearly sensed that there were more than a dozen people hiding behind the trunks of the trees around him.

Zhan continued to walk forward without a trace.

Swift winds, whirlwinds, and the sound of skates breaking through the air were all over the place.

This is a dead hand, more than a dozen people shot at the same time, without mercy.

Zhan Xiaoyao's face was cold, and his body exploded a little under his feet, and he quickly swept to the side.

Thirteen men with different costumes and weapons jumped out, raised all kinds of knives in their hands and attacked the battle again, and there were several cultivators in the distance, constantly releasing spells.

His eyes quickly swept over, and his heart hurriedly pondered: The strength of these dozen people should be three-star seven or eight-fold, but there is only a middle-aged man with a terrifying sword in his hand, and he should be a newly advanced martial artist.

'Burial Soul' together, a ghost cried wolf, a sword light gushed out, and Zhan Xiaoyao's body swept backwards, once again dodging the attacks of several martial cultivators, and his body swept ghostly.

The middle-aged man shouted, "Be careful." ”

The broadsword in his hand slashed towards a phantom shadow that swept away from the battle.

The speed of Zhan Xiaoyao increased again, and a burst of flames rose from his arms and sword body, and he shouted: "Spark the plain, the first style, roast the pig by fire." ”

With a wave of the 'Burial Soul' in Zhan Xiaoyao's hand, the sword disappeared into the ground with a touch of flames.

It was too sudden, and the two magicians who were still stunned two feet away, instantly burned a flame under their feet, engulfing the two of them in an instant.

"Ah," a miserable howl came to an abrupt halt before it reached the highest note.

Two flesh* sticks with open skin and flesh were lying straight on the ground.

The two mages next to him looked at the flames in Zhan Xiaoyao's hands in fear, and opened their mouths tremblingly and said, "You, aren't you a martial cultivator?

Zhan Xiaoyao frowned: "Who are you, why do you want to kill me?"

Several martial cultivators stopped their movements, and the martial artist opened his mouth in surprise and asked, "Your ability is already a Four Spirit Beads, are you a mage or a martial artist?"

Zhan Xiaoyao's face was full of displeasure: "I want to ask you, who are you, why did you kill me?"

The martial artist laughed shamefully: "Dead people are not qualified to speak"

Zhan Xiaoyao's eyes froze, and a fierce murderous aura rose out.

The footsteps swept quickly, and the red flames above the 'Burial Soul' couldn't stop jumping.

The middle-aged man's cheeks froze, the big knife in his hand was magnificent, a surging and majestic energy emanated from his body, and his long hair flew with a grin.

"Open the sky. The warrior jumped up, and the broadsword slashed down.

As soon as the martial artist moved, several other martial cultivators stood away from afar.

What is your strength after advancing still needs to be tested, and this battle is the most suitable. The battle was free, and the dragon thorn was brazenly used.

A swimming dragon that was more than three zhang wide and about ten zhang long, formed by the blazing flames and sword light, bombarded towards the sword strength.

The attack power after advancing the four spirit beads was really unusual, and the dragon was majestic, with the sound of ghosts crying wolves and the roar and scorching heat of the flames, surging towards the domineering knife power collision.

Bang! With a violent sound, the dragon dissipated, the knife strength was dissolved, the strong wind shot out, and the dragon turned into a little fireworks and dissipated in the air, and a blazing heat rose.

Zhan Xiaoyao took three steps back, and there was a surge of qi and blood in his chest, and the martial artist took five steps back, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, staring at Zhan Xiaoyao with a shocked face.

The martial artist was extremely shocked: "The best martial arts, who are you?"

A flaming red flame suddenly marched up from the big sword in the martial artist's hand, and a scorching heat and a burning sensation immediately came.

The martial artist threw away the big sword in his hand in shock, and said with a frightened face: "Martial arts dual cultivation? You are actually a cultivator? Why is your strength so strong?

Zhan Xiaoyao was furious, and his killing intent was cold: "What about the four spirit beads just now, the dead are not qualified to speak in front of me." ”

The two magicians were still releasing spells, and rattan and dirt barriers continued to appear around Zhan Xiaoyao.

Zhan Xiaoyao forcibly endured the suffocation in his chest, and his eyes were full of anger.

The sword moved again, the flames of the sword body disappeared, the sword flower flickered, the sword light flowed, and the figure of Zhan Xiaoyao disappeared suddenly.

More than a dozen martial cultivators, all of them were inexplicably surprised, standing in the distance holding weapons, concentrating on vigilance.

The martial artist drew a large sword again and slashed towards a phantom.

The power of the big knife is powerful, and the electric light on the knife body is circulating.

Bang! The stone floor shattered, and a sinuous knife mark spread out ten feet away.

And Zhan Xiaoyao's body suddenly appeared beside the two magicians.

"Phantom Strike. ”

Zhan Xiaoyao let out a loud shout, and his body disappeared ghostly again, and the two mages only felt a coldness coming from their chests, and as soon as they lowered their heads, a sharp sword body had pierced their chests.

The next moment, the strength on the sword's body exploded, and with a bang, two clouds of blood mist rose in the air.

It's terrifying, a fierce murderous aura, and a ruthless method.

The martial artist panicked: "Withdraw, go quickly." ”

The martial artist's body swept quickly, and at the same time, a flying sword flew quickly and shot freely.

The phantom shot the third shot, a spear martial cultivator, only to feel that there was a flower in front of him, the spear had no time to defend, and his chest had been pierced.

The middle-aged martial artist, his teeth were clenched, the big knife in his hand was swung away, the flying sword hovered in the air, and the pursuit was free.

The martial artist shouted, "You guys go quickly." ”

Without the sao* disturbance of the mage, the battle is so free that he is not afraid, and after colliding with the martial artist, he still has some confidence in the strength of the martial artist.

Zhan Xiaoyao's 'Evil Spirit' soared out, and his mental power controlled the flying sword to resist the flying sword attacked by several martial cultivators in the air.

Once again, a flame lingered in the 'Burial Soul'.

The martial artist's pupils were frightened, his gums bited, and he took out a pill and put it in his mouth.

"Boy, you're strong, but you must die today. ”

The speed of the martial artist suddenly increased by one level, and a phantom flashed, and the blade was already overwhelmed.

The furious energy descended from the momentum, and electric light was released from the sword.

Zhan Xiaoyao's 'Burial Soul' suddenly fell horizontally, and with a bang, the big knife slashed at the sword, and the domineering power suddenly came.

Zhan Xiaoyao knelt heavily on his right knee.

Where the left foot stood, the stone slab shattered in a wavy slab, and the right knee directly broke a thick blue brick.