"Did this sect say that it was reasonable?" The Tianyin Sect Master showed a look of cat and mouse, and said with a sneer: "Hand over the murderer and compensate one billion gold coins, otherwise, the person who is in the city will die!"

"Is your Tianyin Sect the Wang Yan Palace?" Lu Suifeng's expression turned cold; "If you dare to make a move here today, it will inevitably wash your Tianyin Sect with blood." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info You can gamble to see if I'm bluffing?"

"Look for death!"

Lu Suifeng's words definitely touched the other party's nerves, and the angry murderous aura that rushed to the sky rose up, and in the roar, a figure shot out from the Tianyin Sect's human camp, drawing a phantom shadow under the night starlight, as if shooting towards Lu Suifeng.

There was a high platform between the camps of the two sides, and as soon as the figure swept over the high platform, a figure suddenly flew in front of it......

Under the collision of the two figures, both of them fell upside down in the air, falling quickly on the high platform, twenty meters away from each other, one was an old man in a black gold-rimmed robe, the whole body was full of anger and blood, the feet were on the ground, visible to the naked eye, the lawn on the ground instantly turned yellow and withered, which showed how heavy the murder emanating from his body was, and he couldn't hide it with his gestures.

The old man in black grinned coldly, and his white teeth revealed a cold light that made his whole body chill and palpitate under the reflection of the starlight. Just grinning, a look at it gave people a sense of terrifying impact of the Blood Sea Corpse Mountain. People with a little weaker concentration may be better able to spit out a mouthful of blood, otherwise, it will inevitably accumulate in the chest, hurt the internal organs and mind, or even worse.

A cold gaze that seemed to come from the Nine Shadows fell on a person twenty meters away, and this person's whole body seemed to be braving a cold air, which was even colder than his cold gaze, and it became even colder under the light of the cold starlight. This person who is more cold than him is his opponent at the moment, Yun Wuyi.

"Hehe, hey, he has such a good cultivation at such a young age, but it's a little fun to kill!" the old man in black stared at each other deadly, his eyes like a blade full of bloody killing.

The two lines of sight, which were also as cold as a front, suddenly collided under the cold starlight, and a burst of mist ripples rippled in the night space.

"If you win, you want to take people's lives, and you look like you've experienced a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but you don't know how many people you really killed?" Yun Wuya faced the terrifying gaze of the old man in black, and his face was still as indifferent as water, completely like a hundred evils, and the words he said were more likely to make people angry and angry.

I don't know if the old man in black was angry, but the impulsive rush did not appear, but I saw him tremble, his whole body made a gurgling sound, and his body suddenly became burly and tall like a mountain, and his height reached two meters away. Compared to Yun Wuya, who was slightly thin on the other side, he looked one size bigger.

The evil eyes radiated a feminine and cold glow: "A person who can still be so calm and calm in the face of the old man is qualified to let the old man take action." ＂

"Really, if you change the place, you don't have the right to let me do it. Yun Wuya snorted coldly with disdain, "You have indeed harvested a lot of lives, but most of them are just some low-level demon beasts, and there will never be more than twenty people who have actually been killed." ＂

When the old man in black heard this, a faint look of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Oh, how so?"

"Because this method you have cultivated requires condensing a large amount of dead and murderous qi to transform into an incomparably powerful evil qi, and among your evil qi, the death aura of human beings is much less and almost negligible. Yun Wuya shrugged his shoulders and smiled coldly, "If you can guess how many people I've killed, I might be able to keep you all dead." ＂

Crazy, it's ridiculously crazy, so crazy that the whole city is embarrassed.

"You are really not an idle person, the old man really underestimated you. The old man in black frowned slightly, "You are indeed right! However, you seem to be very young, never more than twenty years old. At such an age, how much blood can you get on your hands?

"Hehe! If I say that I have killed more than a thousand people, you will not believe it. However, one thing must not be wrong, that is, I have definitely killed many more people than you!" The cold murderous aura emanating from Yun Wuya's body couldn't help but be believed.

The two sides talk to each other, which may sound boring, but for the two of them, it is comparable to the danger of a sharp blade, and it is also a kind of battle between the mind and the momentum, and even more thrilling than the tangible fight.

In fact, the battle between the two began early, it can be said that the lips are like guns, the tongues are like swords, and the guns come and go, after several rounds of sharp exchanges, mental strangulation, momentum, breath, and strong collision of qi. Which is stronger and which is weak, only the two people in the game know themselves.

The night breeze on the high platform was strong, agitating the robes of the two of them, and the robes were hunting. Most of the people in the city are the strongest of the strong, and they naturally understand this level of combat mode, picking leaves and flying flowers, every word and word, and breathing can kill people invisibly, and this kind of fighting between mental momentum is particularly important.

From the increasingly solemn expression of the old man in black, it can be seen that he seems to have restrained the last trace of contempt, the evil qi on his body is constantly steaming, there is a cold air flow in the void, and his eyes are bursting with a gloomy cold light, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Yun Wuya's hands were clasped behind his back, and there was no change in his mood from his indifferent face, except for the long robe that was stirred by the wind, there was no strange breath coming out, and only one word "cold" could be read all over his body, like "cold" like snowfall in winter, as if it could cold everything in heaven and earth.

The two sides are in a state of flux, not because they don't want to preemptively seize the initiative, and the martial artists who have cultivated to this level are very keen and rich in their sense of battle, just waiting to find the best time to strike a thunderous blow.

There was a wind blowing, stirring Yun Wuyan's hair to fly, covering half of his face, waiting for this moment, this machine, the old man in black raised his eyebrows, and the evil aura surrounding his body suddenly gathered into an ink-like knife, containing bloody knife intent, breaking through the spatial airflow in front of him, and the next moment, the inky black knife slashed above the top door of Yun Wuyan.

The knife of Rumo is as fast as a poisonous snake, one left and one right to cut both shoulders and arms, and the third blow suddenly turns halfway, turning into a cut, and goes straight to the opponent's neck and wipes away, the angle is tricky and ruthless.

The timing of the black-clothed old man's attack was very exquisite, decisive and ruthless, never giving the other party the slightest room to dodge and maneuver, and he was able to dodge the left and right slashes, but the slash to the neck was weird and tricky, and it was a sudden change of direction, which was unexpected, unguardable, and there was no time to avoid this killing blow.

Yun Wuya felt that the starlight above his head dimmed, and an awe-inspiring murderous aura rushed to his face, as if intentionally or unintentionally, Yun Wuya gave the other party a chance to attack, maybe it was just a trap to lure the enemy.

All the viewers are experts among experts, although they see that Yun Wuya has lost the opportunity and is in a desperate situation, no one thinks that this level of fighting will make a difference between victory and defeat in one move.

Everyone's judgment was not wrong, the moment the wind rose, Yun Wuya took advantage of the wind to blow up his shoulder-length long hair, and deliberately covered half of his face, if the other party couldn't catch this wonderful fighter, it would definitely be a top powerhouse who had lost his name.

The fighter plane is fleeting, and it is not allowed to analyze whether this is a trap, and no one can figure it out, the old man in black shot without thinking, because he is a real strong man, because he has self-confidence, even if it is a trap set by the other party, he will never give up this rare fighter easily.

The ink sword struck out in a row, and the pupils of the old man in black suddenly contracted, and there was a flash of light and shadow under his eyes, which was so fast that it seemed to be stationary, just like when the bullet train was moving at high speed, and he couldn't feel its movement speed at all.

What is shocking is that the evil qi sword is less than a foot away from the opponent's body, and only then did he see the other party react, raising his hand and turning his finger into a sword, but it was endlessly sharp.

In the next moment, the last hair came first, and the finger wind sword qi flickered, which was twice as fast as his evil qi sword, and his creepy intuition told him that if his evil qi sword continued to fall, he might not have slashed the opponent's body, and he might have been pierced through the body by the opponent's sword finger first.

The old man in black decided to give up the attack without thinking, and chose to retreat quickly, his body instantly turned into a smear of black smoke, leaving a string of ripples in the air.

The old man in black quickly pulled away, staring at each other vigilantly with his cold eyes, and the situation was like guarding against a hedgehog's sudden attack.

"The path of evil qi you cultivate, you are walking in the side door illusion path. Intimidating people with evil spirits, and confusing people with illusions. The body moves are confusing, it seems to be defending, but in fact, it has launched a strange and tricky attack, which seems to be an attack, but it is implied to defend, and there is an instantaneous transition between attack and defense, and there is no clear dividing line...... It's better to come up with some real talent, otherwise, you will lose very badly, or even lose your own life. Yun Wuya did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his cold eyes.

"Hmph! Self-righteousness! The old man's mind is extremely tough, how can he be confused by your words?" The old man in black quickly shrank and returned to his normal shape, as if he was really about to perform a mastery.

The old man in black said, his feet were three feet off the ground, and he raised his hand and slapped it out with a palm, the palm wind was strong, the air folded, and it turned into a blood-colored waning moon.

A palm shot out of the air, in front of you is an illusion like a bloody waning moon, it is difficult to distinguish between real and false, and every image of the waning moon may send a fatal blow.

Yun Wuya sank down, how could he blindly go to see the moves, fall into the next step and follow the rhythm of the other party's trajectory, and he would not deliberately distinguish between the true and the false.

Attacking instead of defending, his figure flickered, and he had already swept out of the gaps of countless blood-colored waning moons, ghostly shuttles, and on the way, he pointed to the sword, drawing a cyan arc of light, straight to the waist and abdomen of the old man in black.