The place where the teams of the three major sects appeared together was already a mess at this moment!

A series of criss-crossing ravines, each of them, are a hundred zhang long, more than a dozen zhang wide, thirty or forty zhang deep, under these ravines densely, two rivers were directly cut off, a waterfall has since disappeared, several hills have been razed to the ground, a good grassland, has become more desolate than the Gobi cracked dangerous land.

This qiē is only because of Song Weiwei, who has infinite killing intent, and the spirit-level flying sword in his hand.

The sword of killing, the sword of killing, this is the only way of the sword that Song cultivates, in front of his seven-foot Qingfeng, the world is alive, nothing can be killed, nothing can be killed!

The group of sword cultivators of the Sun Moon Sword Sect had just sensed the breath of this Killing Dao Sword, and they had already frightened the sword into flying away, and the disciples of the Futu Sect, although they didn't understand the way of the sword, were also so frightened by the terrifying killing intent on his body that they turned their heads and ran, and they didn't dare to have the intention of confronting him at all.

The two major scenes in a radius of 100 miles, traversing the grassland and the hilly area, because he has one person and one sword, have been destroyed, and they can't see their original appearance at all.

Especially in that grassland, where Jian Feng passed, a piece of vitality was cut off, and patches of grass quickly withered and withered at an extremely exaggerated and terrifying speed, and even the entire land was infected by his killing intent, and all the vitality in it was cut off in an instant, becoming a real dead land!

And Meng Siao, who was completely locked by this killing intent and regarded as the object of blood drinking by this sword of the Killing Dao-

Unscathed!

Not only was he unscathed, but he was also watching the people of the Taiyi Sect who was Song Wei's attack from beginning to end, and even realized in horror that this young monk who didn't know which sect it was, under the furious Song Weiyi, who had the intention of killing and sacrificed the Spirit Rank Flying Sword to perform the Killing Sword Dao, he hadn't even changed his position!

Yes, he was standing there, and he still stands, not moving a single penny.

It's just that his body, where he was standing, had already been slashed by Song's only killing sword, so that he couldn't see the original landform at all.

"This is your way of the sword?" When Song Wei slashed out the last sword and began to gasp slightly, Meng Siao finally moved.

He stretched out very leisurely, yawned a big yawn by the way, and after scanning his eyes around, he fell back to Song Weiwei's body, and finally fixed on the spirit level flying sword in his hand: "Amazing sword, spirit level masterpiece, good sword, it's a pity, it fell into the hands of a person who has cultivated the wrong way of the sword." ”

"Senior Brother Song, don't be fooled by his words! he wants to fight the 'sword intent' and shake your 'sword heart', he wants to ruin your penance in the way of the sword for many years!" Zheng Wuyi finally couldn't help but shout at this time, with a worried look on his face.

In all fairness, if it was him, in Song's only current position, he used all the sword of killing the Dao, but he couldn't even cut off a single hair of the other party, and he couldn't even force the other party to move his position.

However, Song Weiwei only nodded slightly: "Senior Brother Zheng's peace of mind, my 'sword heart' was obtained by beheading my parents, beheading my beloved, and beheading a pair of brothers and sisters.

"Another stupid guy like the King of Yanren!" Meng Siao sighed lightly, "I only care about the pursuit of strength, but I have forgotten my original intention of why I want to become stronger! Such a stupid 'coercion', in my eyes, will always be the weakest and pitiful, because, in your heart, subconsciously, you are already alone! Your heart is the most fragile, and it only takes a small blow to fall apart, and from then on you will become a waste person who can no longer be strong——"

He looked at Song Weiwei with pity, but this time, he didn't deliberately show a provocation, but really pity: "Behead the beloved, extinguish the love, kill the brothers and sisters, extinguish the family affection, behead the parents, and even the last bit of humanity as a person has been extinguished! What do you say is the difference between you and a demon beast now? Oh, no, there is still a difference, the demon beast at least knows how to feed back, at least there is a trace of the instinct connected by blood, and you, even these are gone." You have nothing, you are the most pitiful wretched creature in this world, and I can't even get up with half a murderous thought of a person like you - you get out, to live is the greatest torture for you, and this world is your purgatory. ”

"Ridiculous!" Song Wei snorted coldly, "I said, it is absolutely impossible for you to shake my 'sword heart' with this little trick of your words! You dare to say that you want to spare my life? Hahahahaha! You have the ability to kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you. Meng Siao shook his head, "However, you will soon become a cripple - not a crippled body, but here, your heart, will soon be crippled." ”

As the words fell, his left foot had already taken a step forward.

This step, through the shackles of space, was just one step, and his figure had already been brought to Song Weiwei.

"Shrinking the ground into inches, it's just a little trick! Think you can sneak attack me with this!" Song Wei sneered, raised his sword, swung his sword and slashed again.

With the monstrous killing intent, even that Zheng Wuyi involuntarily flew backwards, and the rest of the Taiyi disciples had already retreated hundreds of zhang away, and they didn't dare to approach Song Weiyi within three hundred zhang of his body at such a time.

Meng Siao's face was expressionless, and in the face of the sword that was cut down, he just stretched out a finger unhurriedly.

The fingertips of the fingers, in an instant, were dyed with a yellowish color.

Then, Song's only sword blade landed on this earthy yellow, making a dull knocking sound.

This powerful and murderous sword couldn't split one of his fingers!

Not to mention splitting, not even a trace of blood could be cut out.

"Nine Heavens Resting Soil! I didn't expect you to refine so quickly!" Song Weiwei's face was still sneering, as if this unbelievable scene was not too unexpected for him, "However, just a little Nine Heavens Rest, how much do you think you can protect your body?"

"You should know this very well. Meng Siao's voice was indifferent, without too many emotional fluctuations, "Before, you surpassed me to slash a total of one hundred and seven swords, counting the sword just now, it is exactly one hundred and eight swords, three Zhou Tian Sword Dao cycles. As a result, can you break through my 'Nine Heavens Rest' protection?"

On his face, there was a sneer of contempt: "Your sword way, in my eyes, is more than a superficial Cheng dù, such a sword way, I can avoid it all with the strength of my usual walk, even if there is no 'Nine Heavens Rest', you can't hurt me at all-"

He raised his hand and flicked his forehead, shrugged his shoulders and said, "One, hair." ”