At the top of Xiaobao Peak, at the moment when the martial artists rushed down, Song Xiaobao quickly swept into a stone house, and then quickly swept out. Looking at the scene of blood splashing everywhere in Xiao Baofeng, a sneer also appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After a few breaths, there were no low-level martial artists everywhere in Xiaobaofeng, and some were just broken corpses. Nearly a hundred fourth- and fifth-level martial artists were slaughtered, and all the sixth-level martial artists returned to the peak.

"Mr. Xiaobao, you can give us the Yuan Stone!" the young man in Taoist costume carried the blood-stained long sword.

"When you make an oath of secrecy, I will give you the Yuanshi. Song Xiaobao said in a deep voice.

"Okay!" the young man in disguise nodded, and vowed not to divulge today's events. Seeing this, the other twelve sixth-level martial artists also made an oath one by one.

"Now it's okay!" said the young man in disguise.

"Well, that's good. Song Xiaobao smiled slightly, and suddenly rushed forward, and a cold sword light burst out, stabbing at the chest of the young man!

"Poof!" The long sword pierced into the heart of the young man in the Taoist costume, blood splattered, and the young man in the Taoist costume was full of horror on his face, and he fell down heavily!

Song Xiaobao suddenly made a move, and everyone was defenseless at all. Who would have thought that Mr. Xiaobao, who is known as a gentleman, would be untrustworthy and turn his face when he said it?

After stabbing the young man in Dao costume to death with a sword, Song Xiaobao didn't hesitate at all, and another sword stabbed at another sixth-level martial artist like a shocking rainbow, which was also a successful blow, directly piercing the martial artist's chest!

"Kill him!" The rest of the martial artists finally reacted, and one by one, the spiritual power in their bodies exploded with all their strength, and they waved their weapons towards Song Xiaobao and killed him.

Song Xiaobao laughed loudly, his body was like a ghost, the long sword in his hand was like a dragon, and while breaking away from the siege of everyone, he cut off the head of a sixth-level martial artist with another sword!

Killing a strong person of the same level was like chopping melons and vegetables, obviously Song Xiaobao's strength was already extremely strong, and a martial artist of the same level had no power to resist in front of him.

This is the peak strength of a sixth-level martial artist, Song Xiaobao has been a sixth-level martial artist for more than three hundred years, although his wife has been unknown since his death, but his strength has never stopped growing. The oldest of these sixth-level martial artists besieging him was less than two hundred years old, and his strength naturally couldn't be compared to him.

Three sixth-level martial artists had already died under Song Xiaobao's sword, which undoubtedly aroused the anger of the sixth-level martial artists. Everyone is a strong man who dominates one side, where can they endure such humiliation? Suddenly, one by one, they no longer spared their spiritual power, and desperately attacked Song Xiaobao, and for a while, Song Xiaobao was also left and right, and there were dangers.

However, despite the chaos, Song Xiaobao was not injured, but found the opportunity to shoot two swords in a row, and blood splashed everywhere in the sword light, and the two sixth-level martial artists were killed and injured.

Sixth-level martial artists are all extremely proud people, and since they have already done it, there is no reason to retreat. The remaining nine sixth-level martial artists finally surrounded Song Xiaobao in the middle, the weapons in their hands flashed with white light, and each blow contained extremely powerful energy fluctuations, suppressing Song Xiaobao with one sword and one sword.

Song Xiaobao's eyes were full of battle intent, and his speed was extremely fast in an extremely small space, and although he was in distress several times, he was not injured. And under the siege of everyone, it is almost impossible for him to kill his opponent.

The few people who were killed and injured by him just now were all weaker among the sixth-level martial artists, and now these combat forces are relatively strong, and they have precautions in their hearts, and they don't seek merit but no fault, trapping Song Xiaobao in the center. Song Xiaobao's shots are still fast and sharp, but every time he has to face the combined attack of at least three opponents, every time he shoots with all his strength, it is in vain.

For a while, the two sides were entangled together, and it was difficult to kill on the top of Xiaobao Peak.

"Everyone, hold on! His spiritual power is not enough, and he will soon be unable to hold on!" an old man with a long knife in his hand waved his knife like the wind and shouted loudly.

"Grind this old guy to death and divide his net worth!" another middle-aged Taoist also shouted.

Everyone surrounded Song Xiaobao and attacked wildly, seeing that Song Xiaobao's shot slowed down slightly, they were secretly happy in their hearts, and their shots were faster.

The most valuable thing for a martial artist is spiritual power, and spiritual power is never enough. Song Xiaobao's sword is as fast as lightning, his body is unusual, and the consumption of spiritual power is also extremely fast. Now that he is surrounded by everyone and can't escape, there is almost no doubt that he will be grinded to death. At this moment, it seems that the overall situation has been decided, and Song Xiaobao is almost certain to die.

Song Xiaobao smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and a small jade bottle appeared in his hand and was directly sucked into his mouth. In an instant, the momentum on Song Xiaobao's body skyrocketed, and a rainbow-like sword light flashed, cutting off the head of a sixth-level martial artist!

"Yuan Liquid!"

"He actually has Yuan Liquid!"

The martial artists who besieged Song Xiaobao were shocked, and the only thing that could instantly replenish spiritual power was the treasure of Yuan Liquid. One drop of Yuan Liquid can restore all of the spiritual power of a Level 4 Martial Artist, while a Level 6 Martial Master needs at least twenty drops of Yuan Liquid to restore spiritual power. I didn't expect this old boy to have such a treasure on weekdays!

"What if there is a Yuan Liquid? His Yuan Liquid has been used up! Everyone work hard, you must kill him, or you will suffer endlessly!" the old man shouted.

"The grudge has been settled, and Song Xiaobao will definitely not let us go. None of us are his opponents when we fight alone, if we let him leave today, and he will come to the door to seek revenge tomorrow, who can resist him? If he doesn't die today, it will be us who will die!" The middle-aged Taoist was like a mad tiger attacking wildly, and shouted with a dumbfounded eye.

The remaining eight sixth-level martial artists heard this, and naturally knew that this was the truth. Who would have thought that Mr. Xiaobao's strength would be so ruthless, if he was allowed to escape today, then he would not have to think about having a stable life in the future. Mr. Xiaobao is alone, and most of them have families and sects, so they can't bear Mr. Xiaobao's revenge.

The remaining eight martial artists shook their spirits and attacked Song Xiaobao desperately. Song Xiaobao came and went in the crowd with one person and one sword, and the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.

Above the river, Feng Guang stood on the crest of the waves, watching the battle on the summit from afar, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A group of waste, so many people, can't kill a Song Xiaobao!"

"But that's fine. Ten billion yuan stone, it's really not a lot!"

Feng Guang held the void in his right hand, and a long sword that exuded a forest chill was held in his hand, and his body flashed continuously, and soon he had reached Xiaobao Peak.

"It's Feng Guang!"

"Feng Guang is also here!"

Seeing Feng Guang suddenly appear, the martial artists besieging Song Xiaobao were also slightly surprised. They hadn't discovered Feng Guang's existence just now, which meant that Feng Guang's range of perception had surpassed theirs. In other words, none of them were Feng Guang's opponents.

"Mr. Feng Guang, please come over and help us. The middle-aged Taoist had some friendship with Feng Guang, and said in a loud voice, "Kill this Song Xiaobao, and I will divide the ten billion yuan stone equally." ”

Feng Guang said coldly: "I want half!"

"Half!" a sixth-level martial artist said angrily, "Feng Guang, you're too greedy!"

"Heh!" Feng Guang smiled coldly, his body rushed out, and a sword stabbed straight at the martial artist who opened his mouth.

The martial artist shouted angrily and swung his sword to meet him. The two long swords collided heavily, and the martial artist suddenly felt a chill to his bones, and the whole person was instantly frozen in place and unable to move.

The martial artist roared, struggled to break free, and suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked down, a cold long sword was inserted into his chest.

"Now I'm going to be sixty percent. What do you think?" Feng Guang withdrew his long sword and said coldly.

After all, he is a personal disciple of the Taiyi Sect, where can these ordinary sixth-level martial artists be compared? Feng Guang's sword immediately suppressed everyone.

"No comments. The old man said again and again, "I'm willing to let you take sixty percent, and please hurry up and kill this old horseman!"

Feng Guang smiled coldly, but he didn't make a move immediately, squinting at Song Xiaobao, who was surrounded by everyone in the center.

Song Xiaobao swung his sword to block the attack of a martial artist, returned the blow, and almost cut off the martial artist's arm, looked at Feng Guang and said coldly: "You spread the news that I got 10 billion yuan stones?"

"Otherwise, who do you think it is?" Feng Guang sneered, "Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes are above the top, and she thinks of herself as high, so naturally she won't do such a thing." Ten billion yuan stone, Song Xiaobao, do you think you are qualified to get so much wealth?

"I never wanted to get along with juniors, but you've already angered me!" Song Xiaobao said coldly, "Feng Guang, I want you to die today!"

"Hehe! I won't let you die today, I'll let you live better than die!" Feng Guang sneered, "What's the use of relying on the old and selling the old? In the face of real strength, everything is useless!"

After speaking, Feng Guang's body flashed, and he was already in front of Song Xiaobao, and with a bone-chilling sword, he stabbed at Song Xiaobao fiercely.

Song Xiaobao shouted violently, the sword on the long sword skyrocketed, and a sword cut through the void like a match, and slashed Feng Guang's long sword.

With a loud sound of "dang", Feng Guang snorted and took half a step back. And Song Xiaobao's body was covered with ice, but he got out of trouble in an instant, and his face was slightly pale.

This time, the two collided head-on, and the two turned out to be evenly matched. Song Xiaobao's absolute strength had the upper hand, and Feng Guang's weird ice spiritual power also made Song Xiaobao suffer a little loss.

"Let's go up together and help Mr. Feng kill this old horseman!" the old man shouted, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand brought out a sword shadow in the sky, enveloping Song Xiaobao's body. And the rest of the sixth-level martial artists also shot at the same time, desperately attacking Song Xiaobao.

Feng Guang didn't pause at all, and also swung his sword and slashed at Song Xiaobao, Song Xiaobao's body was frozen in an instant again, and he got out of trouble again. At this moment, his figure froze slightly, and the long sword of a sixth-level martial artist swept through his calf, and he actually cut off a large piece of flesh and blood, and blood sprayed wildly from the wound.

Seeing that Song Xiaobao was injured, the martial artists showed joy on their faces one by one, and besieged them even more frantically.

"Song Xiaobao, today. You will definitely die!" Feng Guang sneered, and another sword slashed down!

His sword was a few points faster than other sixth-level martial artists, and Song Xiaobao was not allowed to dodge, Song Xiaobao swung his sword and slashed at Feng Guang's long sword, and his body was frozen again. Feng Guang was shocked half a step away, and the moment Song Xiaobao got out of trouble, he was stabbed in the shoulder by the old man's sword.

"Kill!" Song Xiaobao's eyes were full of anger, and he suddenly slashed with all his strength, as if the Milky Way was hanging upside down in the sky, and the speed was unprecedentedly fast!

The old man was shocked, he wanted to dodge but was too late, and he was blown off his head by Song Xiaobao with a sword!

"No matter how stubborn you resist, it's useless!" Feng Guang sneered and rushed forward with his sword again.

"Really?" Song Xiaobao smiled proudly and slammed on the ground!

A desolate and grand aura suddenly burst out from the top of the peak, enveloping the entire mountain. In the several stone houses at the top of the peak, extremely strong spiritual power fluctuations were emanated. Feng Guang suddenly felt as if his body had fallen into a quagmire, and his body couldn't move at all!

The same was true for the rest of the sixth-level martial artists, their bodies were suddenly enveloped by an invisible pressure, and their bodies suddenly froze in place, unable to move!

"What is this?" The martial artists were shocked and wanted to try to get rid of it, but where was the time?

Song Xiaobao's body was like electricity, and the long sword in his hand swung up with a sword shadow in the sky, and when the sword shadow disappeared, the sixth-level martial artists who besieged him fell to the top of the peak one by one.

The only one alive was Feng Guang, Feng Guang's face was extremely ugly, and he hissed and roared: "Eight Golden Locks! It's Eight Golden Locks!"

"It's worthy of Xiao Xuhong's apprentice, and he even knows this!" Song Xiaobao smiled coldly, "But it's too late to know, because you're going to die soon!"

"Master, his old man guessed correctly, the Eight Gates Golden Lock really fell into your hands! Song Xiaobao, you are really hiding so deeply!" Feng Guang hissed.

"A dead man does not reveal secrets. Song Xiaobao smiled coldly and said, "So, you go and die!"

After speaking, the sword light in his hand flashed, and a sword stabbed at Feng Guang's head as fast as lightning!

"Uncle Shi spares his life!" Feng Guang was terrified and roared.

Song Xiaobao's long sword paused slightly, a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes, and he continued to stab with a sword.

The sword flashed, and blood gushed out.

Feng Guang's head flew high, his face was full of horror, and he fell heavily to the ground. The blood of the headless body gushed out, and after shaking it twice, it also fell down heavily.

"Now I think of calling Uncle Shi, it's too late!" Song Xiaobao looked at Feng Guang's corpse and smiled coldly.

......

Under the small treasure peak, the river is surging eastward, and the sound is like thunder.

On the top of Xiaobao Peak, the river wind hunting, Song Xiaobao's clothes are fluttering, standing proudly, looking around with a sword, and his expression is indescribably proud and happy.

More than a hundred strong people besieged Xiaobaofeng, but all of them died here, but he was still alive and well. Anyone who has done this has enough qualifications to be proud.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to more than 200 years ago, back to the years of iron-blooded pride.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brush off your clothes and hide with your famous ......" Song Xiaobao muttered, looking at the grave not far away, "Youya, look at me today, but I still have the majesty of the barren forest and wild shop back then?"

"You're still here, how can I escape? How can I escape? All these people who disturb your peace should be killed!

(End of chapter)