The red-robed old man's head was surrounded by golden sword qi, his eyes were cold, the chill bloomed, and as his mind moved, a golden sword qi slashed out.

This golden sword qi implies the power of desolation, decay and withering, and all kinds of mysteries are derived in it. The sword qi swept above the water surface, and the calm water surface suddenly set off layers of ripples.

This person's strength is obviously much stronger than the old man with a goatee before, and it can be seen from the opponent's Eight Desolation Sword Qi alone.

Ye Hao's body turned into a breeze, as if blending into the wind, and floated to the side. The corners of the old man's mouth in the red robe sneered, if the Eight Desolations Sword Qi that he had cultivated so hard could easily be dodged by the other party with his body martial arts, then what was the point of him cultivating for so many years?

The golden sword qi turned in mid-air, turning into a golden streamer and heading towards Ye Hao. The red-robed old man actually attached his divine soul and mind to this Eight Desolations Sword Qi to control the sword qi.

Ye Hao stopped and stood on the surface of the water, and the withered and rotten aura around him was revealed. He raised his palm and patted it lightly towards the void in front of him, and a palm print like a dead leaf came out of his body.

Bang!

The golden sword qi and the withered leaf palm prints were suddenly intertwined, and the barren and decaying aura were intertwined, and the tide on the water surface suddenly surged. The life around them was withered, decayed, and desolate, and the creatures in the water withered.

Buzz!

The golden sword qi trembled slightly, and the barren artistic conception swept by, splitting the withered leaf palm into two, turning into a golden streamer, and slashing at Ye Hao's body.

However, after all, the opponent's golden sword qi was mostly weakened by the withered leaf palm, and when it fell on Ye Hao, its power was already one in ten.

"It's so strong!"

Ye Hao's heart shook slightly, and after the golden sword qi entered his body, the endless desolate artistic conception quietly emerged, and his body faintly showed signs of decay.

Although the other party's Eight Desolation Sword Qi was filled with a barren and rotten aura, Ye Hao also comprehended the artistic conception of withering glory after all, and it can be said that there is something in common between the two.

With the commonalities between the two, Ye Hao can temporarily suppress this barren sword qi, and even refine it, improving his comprehension of the artistic conception of withering glory.

Ye Hao's figure swept away, and he walked towards the red-robed old man. On the other side, the red-robed old man looked surprised, he didn't expect that this acquired seven-fold junior, who had been hit by his Eight Desolation Sword Qi, could still jump around and shoot at him.

Poof!

The red-robed old man's heart moved, and a golden sword qi intertwined with a gang mask appeared, protecting his body, as if there was an extra turtle shell outside his body.

Although the red-robed old man didn't take Ye Hao in his eyes on the surface, in fact, he still regarded Ye Hao as an opponent. After all, Ye Hao killed an acquired eightfold martial artist in just a few moments, no matter what means he used, it was worth his attention.

The black and white qi in Ye Hao's hand were intertwined, and he had already come to a step ahead of the red-robed old man, and the breath of life and death around him was pervasive, dead and silent, intertwined with vitality, forming a new kind of power.

This is, the power of life and death, one palm can determine life and death, Ye Hao's eyes were deep, staring at the old man in red robe, and the corners of his mouth spit out three words: "Life and death seal." ”

Boom! Boom!

A black and white streamer fused together to form a seal of life and death like covering the sky and the sun, the surrounding air flow was agitated, the wind and thunder roared, and the divine light surged. The red-robed old man's expression was solemn, and the sword qi around him turned into a shroud, intertwined into a golden light curtain, blocking him in front of him.

In fact, he can choose to dodge, but as an acquired eightfold martial artist, he doesn't even dare to attack the acquired sevenfold martial artist, so what kind of martial arts is he still cultivating, it is better to go home and farm.

Moreover, Ye Hao's attack can be said to be instantaneous, even if the red-robed old man chooses to dodge, whether he can dodge it is still two words.

Poof!

The seal of life and death fell on the golden light curtain outside the body of the red-robed old man in an instant, and under the corrosion of the breath of life and death, a trace of cracks appeared in the golden light curtain.

Click!

Immediately, the crack centered on the seal of life and death, spreading towards all directions, and in less than a breath, the golden light curtain shattered, and the seal of life and death turned into a black and white streamer and fell into the body of the black-robed old man.

The red-robed old man's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and his aura also weakened a little, and he was no longer in peak condition.

"Junior, it was the old man who was careless before, and next, you will have no power to fight back!"

After the red-robed old man finished speaking, there was an extra short knife in his hand that was only half cut, and this short knife did not have a sharp point, it could only be called a cut knife.

The red-robed old man held the broken knife in his hand, and the momentum around him was rising, crushing towards Ye Hao, like a rolling tide, with turbulent waves.

Shout!

Then, the red-robed old man turned into an afterimage and came to Ye Hao's side, and the cutting knife in his palm slashed towards Ye Hao.

In an instant, several golden knife shadows appeared in front of Ye Hao, Ye Hao's face changed slightly, and the other party actually slashed out ten knives in one breath, and blocked his retreat, not giving him a chance to escape.

Ye Hao's complexion suddenly turned bronze, and a wisp of invisible physical coercion emanated, and immediately, he clenched his palms into a fist, like a mountain and a mountain, and blasted forward.

Prior to this, the mirror image in Ye Hao's mind had been opened, and the direction of the opponent's knife was penetrated, and Ye Hao also shot out ten fist shadows in one breath, and the opponent's broken knives were intertwined and collided together.

When the surface of the water rises, it sets off monstrous waves, blocking the outside scene, and the water surges, as if turning into a rolling wave.

Both of them took a few steps back, and at this moment, Ye Hao's eyes stared at the red-robed old man, and the soul dementorship was suddenly activated, and an invisible soul cone turned into an invisible force and fell into the other party's mind.

The strength of the old man's soul in the red robe was obviously much stronger than that of the old man with a goatee before, and he only appeared to freeze for a short time, and did not let out a miserable scream.

However, this is enough, you know, the warriors can fight each other, and the winner can be separated in an instant.

Ye Hao's figure swept through the void and landed above the red-robed old man, he pressed it lightly downward, and a black and white air flow surrounded by the seal of life and death quietly emerged, tilting downward.

At the same time, Ye Hao's palm turned bronze, and his fist seemed to have turned into a divine weapon, stirring up the air current, setting off bursts of roars.

The seal of life and death fell on the body of the red-robed old man first, and his vitality suddenly dried up, as if he had turned into an old man in the twilight of the West Mountain, and was about to come to the end of his life.

Bang!

At this moment, Ye Hao's fist fell on the top of the red-robed old man's head, and the red-robed old man's head suddenly cracked like a melon and a date, and suddenly blood fell like rain and sprinkled on the water.

Poof!

The second acquired eightfold martial artist of the Divine Sword Sect also died in the hands of Ye Hao. At this time, Ye Hao was extremely far-sighted, and a hundred zhang away, a seven-fold martial artist of the day after tomorrow was about to move towards a black iron rider of the fifth day after tomorrow. And the black iron rider looked at death as if he were at home, and the spear in his hand met it fiercely.