The blood-colored light struck across the air, like a thunderbolt shattering everything, and blasted towards Xin Zheng mercilessly.

Xin's face was solemn, his eyes were solemn, and he only saw a bloody prison approaching, suppressing everything and strangling everything, and the terrifying killing machine was like a frenzy devouring all life.

Lifting qi and condensing strength, the sword intent was urged to the extreme, Xin Zheng's figure became fluttering again, as if the sky was changing, the sword body trembled lightly, and the sound of the sword was melodious, like a bell in the wind, and the sword light fluctuated like water rushing endlessly, and it seemed to turn into layers of clouds and mist to spread, and finally condensed into a cloud white sword light the size of a palm, which was actually filled with a domineering power, as if the blood color of the volley was devastated and decayed.

Xin Zheng did not dodge, nor did he take a defensive position, attacking against attack, and hitting hard, and the scholar also had a heroic spirit.

The two attacks collided, and the cloud-white sword light was destroyed in an instant just to resist, and the blood-colored light bombarded, Xin Zheng was repulsed just barely raising his sword to resist, and flew out upside down, blood suddenly spurted out, and blood spilled into the sky.

"Xin Zheng True Biography!" The Wind Demon Hundred Guards were shocked, and immediately swung out a broken horizontal blade, opening up a dark cyan storm with bloody light, resisting slightly.

"You two waste, you can't even take it down for so long, and you even lose three people, and when you go back, you will be punished according to the family rules. The blood light dissipated, and a figure fell to the ground, and it was a burly old man in a black and gold warrior robe who appeared, his face was full of fierceness, his eyes were filled with a bloody light, and his body was filled with a terrifying aura that seemed to turn into substance.

That evil aura was not fake, but it was condensed by the terrifying murderous aura that had been condensed by countless real killings, and it was more than ten times richer than Ito's evil qi.

"My lord, it's not that we are ineffective, but that the strength of Baibei is unexpected. Ito Jun quickly explained.

"Excuse yourself, and the sin will be added to the first degree. The old man glanced at Ito Jun coldly, causing Ito's face to change greatly, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Hembyo, the opportunity has been given to you, and you don't know how to cherish it, so go to hell and regret it. The blood-eyed old man's face was extremely cold, and his voice was extremely fierce.

"Xin Zhengzhenchuan, hurry up. The Wind Demon Hundred Guards immediately took a step forward and faced the old man, while quickly transmitting to Xin Zheng: "This person is the old Ito Shoucheng of the Ito family, he was known as a murderer when he was young, and he has killed countless people, if you can, please take Ren Ya, I will stop him even if I gamble with my life." ”

Xin Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Ito Shoucheng with a solemn face, Fang Cai's blow was very strong and crushing his own power, and the evil qi contained in it was even more amazing, if it weren't for Xin Zheng reading poetry and books since he was a child, his heart was sincere and his will was tenacious, I am afraid that he would not be able to resist it, and he would have been affected by the evil qi and gone crazy.

Although he resisted the invasion of evil energy, Xin Zheng also understood how terrifying it was.

Not an opponent!

He is not his opponent at all, it is not difficult to defeat some high-level martial saints with his own cultivation of a median martial saint, and even one enemy and two Xin Zheng are sure, but in the face of the extreme martial saints, they will not be able to handle it, after all, they are not the peerless genius of the master, before they were obviously only the cultivation of the middle martial saints, but they killed the extreme martial saints like chickens, which is simply not to be regarded as common sense.

is as proud as the master, there are too few and too few in the world.

"I'll protect Hitoya. Xin Zheng's thoughts flashed like lightning, and he responded without hesitation.

Because Xin Zheng knows very well that even if he stays and joins forces with Hyakbei, it is useless, not Mamoru Ito

Cheng's opponent, not to mention that the other party also has two high-ranking martial saint powerhouses eyeing each other, once they make a move, all three of them will die here.

Rather than sacrifice it in vain, it is better to take the children of Hyakbei yourself.

"In front of the old man, no one can leave. Ito Morisei seemed to guess the intentions of Xin Zheng and Baibei, and said coldly, the terrifying evil aura became more and more intense, and the pressure went away, making Baibei tremble all over, Xin Zheng's face changed greatly, his whole body was cold, and Wind Demon Renya's face was pale and iron-blue, as if he was about to suffocate.

The faces of Xigang Ryubei and Ito Jun changed greatly, not only did they not dare to get closer, but they took a few steps back, that kind of evil aura was too strong, even Ito Jun, who practiced the same martial arts as Ito Mamoru could not bear it.

Xin Zheng didn't dare to move, because he was locked, as long as he moved, he was immediately greeted by a devastating thunderstorm attack, hold back, wait for the opportunity, as long as there was a slight opportunity, he would immediately burst out with all his strength to take Ren Ye.

But in the end, whether he could take Renya away, Xin Zheng was not sure, so he could only do his best.

Of course, if you go by yourself, the probability of getting out is definitely higher than taking a small child, but Xin Zheng has already promised Baibingwei, and it is impossible to watch an ordinary child die here, this is the persistence of the reader.

"Master, I'm afraid my disciple won't be able to see you again, senior brother, I'm afraid my brother won't be able to drink your wedding wine. Xin Zheng couldn't help but sigh secretly, judging from the current situation, it is unlikely that he wants to get out, almost nothing, or even no chance.

"The old man has not killed anyone for three years, and it is your honor to die under the old man's bloody ghost. Ito Mori said in a cold voice, his right hand clasped the horizontal blade handle behind his waist and pulled it out, a ray of blood light spurted out of the sheath, and the terrifying evil aura rolled out, and there seemed to be a ghost howling and crying faintly, for a while, the cold breath of the forest was permeated, and the temperature plummeted, making people shudder.

As the crossblade blood demon cut slowly pulled out, a clear chirp sounded, accompanied by the howl and cry of the evil ghost, resounding in all directions, as if the Senluo ghost was about to emerge in the world.

The blood light is pervasive, and the eyes are so dazzling that it is impossible to look directly.

As the crossblade blood ghost cut out of the sheath, the faces of Baibei and Xin Zheng sank, and there was a palpitation in their eyes that was difficult to hide.

It was not an ordinary blade, but a fierce soldier, a terrible murderer who did not know how many creatures he had killed, and in front of such a fierce soldier, if he did not say resist, he would be directly deterred by it and would not dare to be the enemy.

What's more, this murderous soldier was still in the hands of a terrifying powerhouse who was known as a murderer, and the threat level directly increased several times.

"Become a revenant scarved by a blood ghost. Ito Morisho said as if singing, and the blood ghost cut that was completely unsheathed suddenly slashed out, and a terrifying blood-colored blade light tore through the sky, instantly slashing towards Hyakubei and Xin Zheng.

Whether it was Baibei or Xin Zheng, they all felt that they were locked by the blood-red blade light, and their spirits were unconsciously in a trance, and the blood light in front of them changed greatly, as if a blood-drenched evil ghost was crawling out of the corpse mountain and sea of blood, and the roaring sound was like a flash flood, waving the extremely sharp blood-colored ghost claws to tear everything and kill everything, and the terrifying malicious killing machine mixed with the essence of the bloody aura permeated, so that Baibei and Xin Zheng were completely shocked, numb and unable to move.

It's over, it's going to be cold this time, will there be a miracle?

It doesn't need to be a miracle, just a little miracle

。

It was too late, and at that moment, when the blood-colored blade light slashed towards the unresisting Baibei and the struggling Xin Zheng, and it was just a little bit of time before they were slashed and killed, a figure appeared very abruptly in front of Xin Zheng and the Baibingwei, appearing in front of the blood-colored blade light, just blocking the blood-colored blade light.

Ito Mori reacted quickly, secretly surprised, but smiled hideously, no matter who you are, if you dare to appear in front of your own slash, there is only one way to die.

"Blood ghosts cut off, don't mind one more revenant, wail. Ito smiled as if he had smelled the scent of blood.

In the next breath, the grim smile on Ito Morisho's face suddenly disappeared, like smoke blown away by a strong wind, and disappeared, but turned into a face full of surprise, and his eyes were round and round.

No way!

This is impossible, the power of his own slash is so strong, even an extreme martial saint of the same cultivation level is difficult to resist, it is impossible for someone to be caught by two fingers, it is an illusion, it is definitely an illusion.

Break it for me!

But when he opened his eyes, Ito Morunjo became more and more frightened, and the blood-colored blade light he cut out was indeed caught by two fingers, and he didn't move.

With a bang, the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering sounded, and the blood-colored blade light that seemed to condense into substance instantly shattered, turning into flying flakes scattered in the sky, and curling up like smoke.

Sluggish!

Whether it's Ito Morisho or Ito Jun or Nishioka Ryubei, all of them are full of sluggishness, incredible, and unacceptable.

"Master!" Xin Zheng was overjoyed and excited. The master came, it was too timely, it was stable, this wave was stable.

"Lord of the Swords. "The Wind Demon Hundred Guards were stunned at first, and then they were extremely excited, since the Sword Lord appeared here, he was carefree.

Originally, I just wanted to find a miracle, like seeing a ray of light in the dark night, but I didn't expect to wait for a round of true yang to hang in the air, directly tearing apart and crushing the night.

"Well done. Lin Xiao's fingers easily crushed the powerful blood-colored blade light, but he laughed softly without looking back, making Xin Zheng and the Wind Demon Baibing Guard secretly excited.

It's a thrill to be recognized.

Because the person who said this sentence was not an ordinary person, but a strong man with the number one holy list in the world, and the sword was powerful in the world.

"Who is Your Excellency?" asked Ito with a solemn expression as he closed his surprised and gaping mouth.

Being able to smash the blade light cut by the blood ghost with two fingers, this kind of strength is simply terrifying, and there is no absolute certainty that it can be dealt with.

Although he has killed countless people, Ito Mori is not the kind of brainless person who only knows how to kill.

"I'm surnamed Lin...... No life. Lin Xiao smiled slightly.

Lin ...... No life......" Ito Shoucheng repeated it, and his color suddenly changed drastically: "The little god Xiao Mountain Sword Master Lin Wusheng, who ranks first in the world's holy list!"

"It's this seat. Lin Xiao smiled slightly.

"No. 1 on the world's holy list, do you hear it, the blood ghost is excited. The horizontal blade in Ito Mori's hand trembled slightly, and the voice like a demon's howl seemed to be getting louder and louder, and the blood in his eyes became more and more intense: "It's longing, longing for the blood of the world's holy list." ”