"No, I can't die, my son's revenge hasn't been avenged, ghost, go die!"

Xiang Zhibing's spear flew out of his hand and stabbed the monster at his feet, but who knew that the monster's skin was smooth and tender, and it was actually stabbed crookedly under a stab, and when he stabbed it again, a fainting feeling came to his heart, his mouth leaked, and a big gulp of water was pouring into his body.

The strong feeling of suffocation made him feel the shadow of death slowly coming.

His mind sank into the Qi Sea Dantian, the fiery red true qi boiled like a tide, shaking up a cloud of phantom and floating behind him, and at the same time, the beacon fire spear was like a real fire possession, and the gas marks on the body of the gun appeared layer by layer, intertwining with a wild dance of crimson flames.

Even under the water, this flame cannot be extinguished, it is like a blazing sun, which will never be extinguished.

The murky water of the pool was no longer dark because of the spear, and the flickering red light seemed to be a beacon, making everything visible.

Here, there is nothing but this monster, as long as you kill it, you can continue to hunt down that kid with confidence.

was attacked by a sneak attack just now, and Xiang Zhibing's lungs were about to explode, and the anger accumulated over the past few days almost made him lose his mind.

No one can stop him from continuing the pursuit, and if there is, then it can only be allowed to perish.

With the spear in hand, he had the confidence to look at this difficult monster again.

If one shot misses, then two shots, and if two shots miss, then three shots, isn't it just a strange fish, what is it, even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu comes, it is still one word - death.

He held the gun in both hands, rotated his left arm inward, pressed down with his right hand to place the gun in front of his right abdomen, and shot at the monster.

The monster seemed to know the power of this shot, and did not dare to be tough, so he grabbed Xiang Zhibing's limbs and hands back, crossed each other, and played a strange move.

In an instant, a blue mark with a hexagonal pattern appeared in the four smooth and transparent palms, which glowed with a dazzling blue light, and the crimson beacon spear bloomed together in the dark and glass-like amber pool.

"Boom!"

Red and blue collided in the pool, like Mars rushing towards Earth, and the air waves from the strong collision turned everything around them into a vacuum.

A dazzling bright light suddenly appeared from the vacuum, like an invincible big hand grasping around, wantonly ravaging this muddy water, as if to turn everything into nothingness.

For a time, the water in the pond burst out of the water waves as high as five zhang, like a peak on the flat ground, towering on the water surface, proud of the four directions.

After the waves, a curtain of rain condensed on the pool, which refused to disperse for a long time.

After a while, the rain fell, and when I looked up, there were bursts of red blood mist churning from the bottom of the water, accompanied by some tattered clothes and fish scales and bones.

In a clearing by the pond, Xiang Mo straightened his waist and silently looked at everything that happened inside, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.

If you were yourself, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to deal with that monster, even if you have ten of yourself, you won't be able to deal with such a violent explosion.

I vaguely thought that when I first met this monster in the water, I immediately released my true qi and forced it away, and I naively thought that I was strong enough to scare it away, and I still had a little pride in my heart.

Now it seems that it is really a little ridiculous.

This person and monster fought each other, and the power that erupted was beyond his imagination.

The violent explosion shook the pool, and the violent impact almost caused the pool to rush into the sky.

"Is this the strength of Ning Yuan Realm cultivation, it's really powerful!"

Xiang Mo muttered to himself, looking at the pool of water that was still shaken by the power to the undulating waves, his eyes were full of hope and determination.

Ning Yuan Realm is just a small threshold on the way forward, and he will eventually step through Ning Yuan, Juxuan, Ling Xu, Jade Xu, and Heavenly Palace, and set foot on the Heavenly Road to see what those immortals are like.

When the time comes, learn some immortal methods, go back and cut the hair and marrow of Xiao Wuzi Ling'er, improve their qualifications, and live forever with themselves.

At this moment, a sense of danger suddenly soared, causing Xiang Mo's hair to stand on end.

"Poof!"

The sound of breaking water suddenly sounded, and a fiery spear was like the tears of the Yiren, and it was still in the depths when I saw it, and it was close in front of me when I gazed at it.

A white wave of air was pulled out over the pond water, which was like a white snake turning over, a dragon playing in the water, and a long tail gas was brought up.

Looking closely, it was the beacon gun stabbing at him, and the howling wind blew like pins even if it was far away.

Xiang Mo's eyes rose and fell slightly, his face was like white paper, and like cement, and he twitched in an instant, as if he was squeezed together by countless hands.

Faced with the moment of life and death, in a short period of panic, he regained his composure and his mind was clear.

The world is full of ways, or natural, simple and without edge, or flowing clouds, such as wind and clouds, such as majestic, killing fiercely, or vast and vast, such as mountains and seas,

Just like the Lingdang swordsmanship he used, it can be hit, or defensive, or rigid, or elastic, or tough, or forward, or reversible, or horizontal, or vertical.

The heart and all things can be combined one by one, where the heart is, where the sword goes, if the heart has all things, then all things can become a sword.

Realizing this, Xiang Mo seemed to have seen through all the vanity and pointed directly at the little red cold star.

It's just that the strength of the strength can be gathered in one point, and I should soften it.

He burst into a shout and used a Ling Dang swordsmanship - the breeze and the moon.

Take a step back with your left foot, bend your knee into a half-horse step, rotate your right arm outward, turn your palm up, turn the tip of your sword around, and bend your left sword finger with your arm on your left side, palm facing up, looking ahead.

As soon as the right hand was released, a sword that flashed with a blue light was like a lightning light, wrapped in an electric current that was enough to flicker and spread in all directions, and shot towards the oncoming beacon gun.

The sword pierced the sky, like a poet painting, outlining a shining arc that ran down like clouds to the edge of the sky.

Suddenly, the sword light up the weeping night sky.

Red and blue touch together at this moment, like two chess pieces, repelling each other and blending with each other, both want to eat each other, but dodge, I have you, I have you.

In an instant, a huge flash of light tore through the darkness, shook a few times with difficulty, and angrily pushed the rumbling roar that refused to bow down from the depths of the vast space, from beyond the eight poles, like a landslide and a crack, like a vicissitudes of the sea.

It was a chaotic world in an instant, with strong winds and flying sand and rocks.

Xiang Mo was blown out by the air wave when he was blasted, hit the rock wall, and then fell, sitting on the ground, his body seemed to be scattered, and his limbs did not look like his own.

It was as if a floodgate had opened in his stomach, and bright red blood was constantly spurting out, running down his throat and flowing out.

He was wounded, extremely badly wounded, his face was pale, his right arm was unconscious, and he seemed to be useless.

A barely fifth-order martial artist can withstand the blow of a cultivator of the Ning Yuan Realm, which can already be said to be against the sky.

So Xiang Mo was not depressed, but a little excited.

The incessant fighting for days not only did not make him afraid of blood and death, but was filled with strange excitement.

Pursing his lips, he struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth with his torn sleeve.

Looking at the still silent pool in the distance, his heart was about to boil.

It turned out that he could be so powerful, and it turned out that the cultivators of the Ning Yuan Realm were nothing more than that, and they only needed four years of endless cultivation to take over one of his moves.

Although it was only a move, it was still a move issued when the opponent was seriously injured, and the power was several times weaker, but it was also caught.

It's like a child fighting with an adult, and the adult should be able to knock the child away with one palm, but the child actually supports the adult's palm with both hands.

What a miracle this is, it will definitely amaze everyone when it comes out, even in the Xuanwu Kingdom, there are few such geniuses.

"Ahem!"

A dull cough shattered his imagination and brought everything back to reality.

Xiang Zhibing was not dead, he got out of the water, supported his body with a beacon gun, and walked from the water to the shore.

The current master of the Xiang family has long since lost the appearance of the original gentleman, and no part of his body is intact, and the whole person is miserable.

He lost a leg, his left arm was broken, his skin was torn and blistered white, and his clothes were in tatters, like a beggar.

The most terrifying thing was his face, half of his face was rotten, revealing Sen Ran's skull, and one eyeball disappeared without a trace, leaving a deep hole that could not be seen to the end, and there was still a little pool of water rippling in it.

After getting out of the water, he directly removed the rest of his clothes, revealing his naked body.

The bloodstains that were as deep as the bones were criss-crossed, making people feel creepy and afraid to look at them directly.

Xiang Zhibing snorted and panted, such a little road in normal times, three steps and two steps over, but now he wasted the strength of his old nose, so he barely supported it.

When he stood in front of Xiang Mo, Xiang Zhibing couldn't hold back anymore and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha...... Ahem......"

The laughter was accompanied by the sound of coughing up blood, and I almost choked to death.

It took a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, stared at Xiang Mo with cold eyes.

Xiang Mo also looked at this powerful opponent, and his heart was surging.

The two looked at each other, and their hands involuntarily rested on their respective blades, ready to attack.

Although Xiang Mo regained his strength and ate again, he was injured and bleeding all the way, fighting and running, most of his energy was consumed, and the hand holding the sword was trembling faintly.

Xiang Zhibing has also reached the point where the lamp is dry and dry, and his strength is not one in ten, plus he is seriously injured, and he is already tired and slack.

But they still had to continue.

One avenges his son and sacrifices his life to hunt down, and the other avenges his friends and runs for his life.

After all, this scene of life and death will still be staged.

Xiang Zhibing finally moved, his face was pale, he looked at Xiang Mo fiercely, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, his tattered lips trembled, and he roared hysterically:

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I swear to the heavens, if I can't kill you today, I will fall into the bottomless abyss forever, and I will never be able to live beyond life. You will never know how terrifying it is for a cultivator to enter the Ning Yuan Realm, and you martial disciples are the same heaven and earth, even if I only have a little strength now, I can easily kill you!"