A strong murderous aura came from Apei Keisaburo's body, like an autumn wind sweeping away, killing heaven and earth, making people's whole body tense and trembling.

Keisaburo Abei is a rather cup character, in the mundane world, he was originally the heir of the Abei family, because he awakened his ability, he was chosen to enter the inner world.

Talented, intelligent, and lucky, with the concept of the family's yin and yang technique, he created the high-level secret martial art of plum blossom remnant blood, but also because he was born arrogant, looked down on the world, and narrowed his strength, and offended many people in the academy, and finally was calculated to die.

It takes a certain amount of luck to be contained by the Tower of Life and Death, however, although it is better to survive in another way, life is better than death, and what you enjoy is endless loneliness.

On the seventh floor of the Tower of Life and Death, he is not the only one, there are very few people who can break in, according to the matching pattern, he has no chance to play at all, and it is the first time to come out against Li Qingyuan, and the name of An Pei Jingzaburo even caused a sensation on the rooftop.

"Has it fallen?" Li Qingyuan ignored the other party's murderous aura and laughed in a low voice, "An Pei Keisaburo, is he really a narrow guy, he has a grudge against his fate, jealous of other geniuses because of his premature death, and even wants to strangle geniuses?"

"Amperi Meilang, sure enough, the world's evaluation of you is very correct, has more than thirty years of captivity made your mind twisted like this?"

"Then," Li Qingyuan waved his hand, with the bone sword in his hand, "let me grant you death this time, so that you can relive the unwillingness to fall at the beginning!"

"Arrogance!" An Pei Keisaburo's face was already pale, he snorted coldly, his body suddenly disappeared in front of him, and the plum blossom short sword in his hand instantly stabbed Li Qingyuan's chest.

"Even if you don't have any illusions, you dare to be powerful!" Li Qingyuan didn't move, and said very coldly, and then the void shook, and the ripples invisible to the naked eye radiated from his body, and An Pei Keisaburo's figure suddenly disappeared.

"Spiritual Secret Martial Arts!" An Pei Jingzaburo was still standing under the tree, looking at Li Qingyuan and said: "I should have thought that a person who can break through to the seventh layer, how can it be simple? ”

"Put away your disgusting face!" Li Qingyuan looked at the other party in disgust.

"Look for death!" Apei Keisaburo's face turned dark, and he waved his hand and a bloody light rushed in.

Li Qingyuan moved his steps on the spot, easily dodged it, and stabbed out a sword very smoothly, the sword light shone, flashed in the air, and secretly hit An Pei Keisaburo's lower body.

"Shameless!" An Pei Keisaburo was directly disgusted, and with a step on his footsteps, the whole person instantly rose into the air, and countless plum blossoms fell from the sky, looking extremely beautiful.

Woohoo!

The plum blossom was thrown, and the petal plum blossom was like a particle bullet, the speed was incredible, the sharpness was incredible, and the traces of blood were crossed in the air.

Li Qingyuan's long sword was raised, a faint yuan force drew a circle in the air, the energy in the air was rolled up, the breeze blew down from the room, and all the plum blossoms were blown off the track.

"An Pei Jingzaburo, the plum blossom lang back then, the joke now, are you only at this level?" Li Qingyuan looked at the other party coldly and said, "I don't have the strength to fight well, it's really disappointing." ”

An Pei Jingzaburo smiled angrily, and suddenly made a move, countless plum blossoms flew up, and when they spread out again, he already had an extra long sword in his hand, the sword was very delicate, full of plum blossoms, a total of seven.

"Luomei Remnant Flower One!" groaned in his mouth, and a sword light fell from the sky.

The sword light spread out in the air, like broken plum blossoms, with abundant sword energy.

Before it completely fell, the edge of the sword qi made Li Qingyuan frightened, his body quickly retreated, and the bone sword in his hand stabbed out, breaking the remnants of the plum little by little, and a dull sound broke out in the air.

"Luomei Remnant Flower Qi!"

An Pei Keisaburo's voice sounded again, and he saw that on the long sword in his hand, seven plum blossoms rose into the air in vain, constantly rotating, arranging the positions of the seven stars, and then suddenly exploded, and countless plum blossom petals fell from the sky, each petal with a sharp edge.

The bone sword in Li Qingyuan's hand shook, a little flame rose, and an arc was drawn in the void, like Ma Liang's magic pen, the flame stopped in the air, and when Dao Luomei approached, the flame rose and turned into a wall of fire, burning Luomei Qiqi.

"Okay, good!" An Pei Jingzaburo trembled angrily, gritted his teeth in a low voice, and the long sword was reversed and plunged into the ground, "Residual blood, blood-stained dusk!"

A halo of light appeared from the sky, like the afterglow of the sunset, but the sound of gurgling water brought people into that bright spring, and a strong smell of blood brought people into the Shura field.

The halo is the light of blood, the flowing water is the blood water, and the fishy smell is blood.

The entire football-sized room was all changed color, and the smell of blood was so strong that people vomited.

"It's worthy of the plum blossom lang, playing with people's five senses, there are indeed some means. Li Qingyuan said.

Li Qingyuan knows very well about An Pei Jingzaburo, so he is very sure of this battle, although the opponent is a high-level powerhouse.

Plum Blossom Lang was also a title full of praise back then, but in the later period, when people learned that An Pei Keisashi was deliberately using secret methods to make himself full of charm and affect the senses of others, the three words Plum Blossom Lang were not so beautiful.

The remnants of the plum blossoms, the lingering plums are illusory, and the remnants of the blood are the five senses, or ...... The power of artistic conception.

That's right, Li Qingyuan tasted the power of artistic conception in this strong smell of blood.

"What artistic conception is it? Killing artistic conception, or ...... Lonely artistic conception?" Li Qingyuan squinted his eyes and looked at the gloomy Apei Keisaburo.

A river of blood continued to converge on the ground, and then a blood-colored tentacle stretched out from the ground, whipped in the void, and rolled towards Li Qingyuan.

"It's kind of interesting. Li Qingyuan's eyes narrowed, and the artistic conception of Rongyang erupted.

The rolling heat wave rose from him, and all the blood around him flowed back, and the sweeping shot, as if it had met a natural enemy, instantly shrank back, and used a faster speed than when it came.

"Artistic conception!" Apei Keisaburo looked at the angry Li Qingyuan, gritting his teeth and being unwilling.

At this time, he was about to go crazy with stimulation.

Such a young guy, but with the strength of the fifth level and five grades, he can actually break through to the seventh layer, and he also cultivates spiritual secret martial arts, and he has obtained the artistic conception, this kind of genius is not as good as him back then.

Jealousy is like a venomous snake that gnaws madly at the beating heart in his body.

The unreserved madness of killing intent raged, and he was crazy with jealousy of Li Qingyuan, his genius, his chances, and everything.

At such an age, he actually mastered the artistic conception, which was on par with him.

Such a genius must die!