"Girl, come slowly!" the old figure could say before he was slashed.

Fortunately, Xiaolu didn't use any tricks, just a random slash, just to stop him from escaping.

"Whew!"

A knife slashed through, knocking him more than ten meters away, easily tearing off his body protection aura, and cutting out a ten-centimeter-long knife edge before the murder, the wound was smoking, and the black aura penetrated into the body from time to time to destroy.

Xiaolu's body turned into a black rainbow, like a rainbow running through the sun, chasing after him, and swung several knives again.

The old figure had no power to parry at all, and the medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand was even more of a joke, and he was easily slashed away by Xiaolu with a knife, and the whole person became a humanoid sandbag, constantly being cut in the air.

"Bang!"

The old man was smashed from the sky by her, lying on the ground and not knowing whether he lived or died.

Xiaolu followed him like a shadow, killed him with a knife, and after taking away the valuable things, he only left a fluttering sentence.

"My brother said, there is no mercy ... killing."

Unlike Jiaxin, once Xiaolu is released by Li Tian, then she will fight as she wants, and the cruel way of fighting for the purpose of killing the enemy is something that Jiaxin's sister can't do.

In the blink of an eye, a Ninth Elder in the middle of the Jindan died.

A gentle breeze blew and the smoke cleared.

The flying sword stood on the corpse group, like a sword mound, and the purple sword on the spirit sword had not been touched, but it was delicate and shining.

"Come out! Don't hide, my sister didn't take a heavy hand at all!" Xiaolu smiled contemptuously, completely understanding the state of the Yang family.

Hmmm...

Five figures, including Yang Qi, flew out and scattered and stood apart, obviously very afraid of Jiaxin's group attack, although their bodies were broken, they were not seriously injured, at most they were some simple skin injuries.

"Demon girl, you are so ruthless! kill so many of us at once!" Yang Qi swept around, saw countless corpses lying on the ground, and asked angrily and loudly.

Jia Xin shook off her long hair that was blown by the wind, and replied expressionlessly: "My brother said that there is no forgiveness for killing, if it weren't for the little sister still playing, you would have died many times!"

A third-ranked Supreme Elder stretched out a hand, pointed at Jiaxin and shouted, "You demon .."

Before he could finish speaking, a black afterimage flashed.

"Your time to speak is over!Go to Hell and continue the conversation below!" Xiaolu's demonic figure had already appeared beside him.

The black flame on his left hand instantly submerged and devoured him.

There was no scream, no wailing, except for a space bag and a medium-grade spiritual weapon that was deliberately left by Xiaolu, and the whole person did not even emit a trace of green smoke, and disappeared into the world, as if this person was just a dream made by everyone before.

Now I woke up from the dream.

"Heh! This girl still knows how to maintain her sister after her transformation, she has really grown up!" Li Tian stood on the eaves, a little relieved.

Including Yang Qi, the head of the Yang family, they were shocked, they never thought that the third-ranked master of the Yang family would be gone without making a move.

They all glanced at each other, and Yang Qi said: "Formation, ambush on all sides!"

The other three Jin Dan Taishang quickly separated from Yang Qi in all directions, surrounding Jiaxin and Xiaolu in the center, and there were no restrictions.

Jiaxin glanced left and right, and said: "The formation is good, but it's a pity that I chose the wrong enemy, Xiaolu, I will attack the other three, you go and kill one, and the formation will break itself!"

"Good!" replied Xiaolu.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

Swish.. Swish.. Swish...

Thousands of spirit swords rose from the ground, divided into three columns, and at least more than a thousand spirit swords in one column found the target and quickly attacked, instantly forming a ten-sided ambush formation of four people, resisting three-quarters of the attack power.

Xiaolu locked her divine sense onto Yang Qi.

"Ninety-six of the Spirit Dao: One Knife Cremation" came into being from her chopping knife, carrying a hunting knife and beheading Yang Qi.

There was no earth-shattering power, only a black sword that was extremely fast flew by.

In fact, when the war had just begun, the army in the city had heard about it, but the Yang family had already greeted them, and no one came.

But the huge noise of the great battle, as well as the power of the sky, had already spread several miles away, and even the people in the inn who had fled just now were looking at this side from afar, even if they couldn't see it clearly.

The number of people who were shocked was also numerous, and hundreds of people jumped to the pavilions in the distance, looking at the battlefield from afar.

When the sword appeared, at first glance, most of the scattered cultivators didn't understand how such a strong Jindan powerhouse could use such a simple trick and not echo the strength she showed just now.

This move is a very simple and unpretentious knife, but only people with high strength can distinguish the killing intent contained in this sword, which is really "I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because of my strength".

Yang Qi, as a super powerful Jindan senior monk and the head of the Yang family, has extraordinary eyesight, and he can't help but underestimate this trick, and the degree of attention is far greater than just now, except for the best intermediate spiritual weapon held in his right hand, his left hand unconsciously took out a talisman printed with a lion's head, and layers of fine sweat appeared on the back of his hand.

He knew that this knife was anything but simple.

When the sword flashed and came to him, the dark sword made him have the illusion of being in death, and the talisman in his hand did not have time to think about it.

"Bang!"

The top-grade intermediate spiritual weapon in Yang Qi's right hand was blocked in front of his head, and a huge lion's head covered him inside, colliding with the black sword.

In just an instant, the sharp blade was blocked, turning into black flames that engulfed his entire person, along with the lion's head, into a huge black fire.

Even so, Xiaolu's brows still did not disperse.

As the controller of the aura, she knew very well that Yang Qi was not dead, and as for what the situation was, she still had to wait for the flames to dissipate, or she took the initiative to take it back to see it.

Hundreds of scattered cultivators felt a chill in their hearts.

"This female cultivator is definitely transformed by a demon dressed in the cloak of the human race!" a weak-minded cultivator was thousands of kilometers away, trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

"Demons, really demons, simple swords will turn into purgatory!"

.....

Some of the resolute cultivators didn't think so, they just felt that the black Xiaolu seemed to be more beautiful and moving when fighting, and it was so powerful that it couldn't be more intoxicating.

"Does anyone know which force these two women belong to?" a voice suddenly appeared in the crowd.

The others also looked at each other and shook their heads, but no one understood.

The enigmatic powerhouse and the enigmatic strength have made no less than half of the people quietly have some fan mentality.

"Look at the man in the inn, it seems that he heard from the man who escaped from the inn, they are in a group, and I will ask. As he spoke, he ran towards the battlefield.

The friend next to him tried to hold him, but found it useless, only the broken piece of fabric in his hand was held tightly by him, and the friend shouted: "You are crazy, there is a war there, don't you see?

He said without looking back, "I'm crazy, if such a strong person doesn't know, he will live in vain!"

In the wasteland, the strong are respected, and there is no falsehood.