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He didn't wait for Li Molan to make a move with him, but dressed in white and with an iron knife, he rushed straight towards Gu Xifeng, like a white breeze.

Li Molan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to follow, but saw that He Xingge's iron knife had been lifted high and upward, and he shook the sky.

He Xingge brazenly stabbed!

Holding the two Pu knives tightly, Gu Xifeng's eyes were sharp and he looked at this junior who dared to attack him head-on with a seriously injured body, and couldn't help but have some admiration and appreciation for this rising star in his heart, and then quickly turned into a stronger killing intent.

The two simple knives brought up a huge storm, and the wind roared between the mountains and fields on the official road.

The white robes fluttered, and when those storms completely enveloped the white-clothed swordsmen, a thunderous scream sounded from the center of the storm!

An iron knife, driven by a mighty aura, danced wildly, and countless sword lights slashed in all directions, almost tearing apart this huge storm that was like a land dragon drawing water!

The iron knife on the official road, the simple knife, constantly fighting, making a clear sound, the sound of the knife handing over is very rapid and violent, just a few breaths of time, I don't know how many times.

Everyone watched this scene intently, their mouths wide open, unable to speak.

Maybe they couldn't see the figures inside clearly, and they couldn't understand their battles, but that didn't prevent them from being able to feel the power of the sky and the earth colliding in it.

Even if it was just any of the swords that flashed in it, it was enough to kill a Demon Sect elder, and it was enough to directly destroy the nearby mountain peaks.

Is this really human?

Li Molan looked at this scene in a daze, thinking of the appearance of the Haoran knife when it bloomed in her hand, and thought that sure enough, in the Haoran knife path, the gap between herself and him was infinite.

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I don't know how long it took, a lot of blood has been sprinkled all over the official road, but because their figures are staggered too fast, they can't tell whose blood it is.

Li Molan's eyes narrowed suddenly.

The battle was coming to an end, and even the rhythm of those sword lights began to slow down.

So, who wins?

The storm suddenly dissipated, the sword light suddenly went out, and even the light in Li Molan's eyes suddenly condensed.

The two figures, as if they were bloody, finally separated.

The flying snow in the sky can finally fall into the room unscrupulously, and those terrible sword shadows can no longer drive these snow flakes out.

He Xingge and Gu Xifeng looked at each other calmly face to face, their bodies were all bright red blood, and they couldn't tell whose blood it was.

Only the cold winter breeze blew between them, blowing their clothes.

He Xingge's expression was as calm as a clear pool, looking at his expression, Li Molan was a little relieved.

Gu Xifeng was also very calm, there was no superfluous expression, but his face was very pale, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a trace of relief similar to relief.

This ease was noticed by some of the Demon Cultivator Elders, and there was some disbelief in their eyes.

Could it be that such a seriously injured second disciple of Qiu Mingshan could still defeat his own sect master?

The elders were incredulous, but Gu Xifeng didn't say anything.

He touched his chest, where there was a shocking scar that no one could see, and the scar had penetrated deep into his heart, making a cut in his heart.

Gu Xifeng asked: "What kind of knife is the last knife?" I still recognize Qiu Mingshan's mastery, it is not Haoran Knife, what kind of knife are you using?"

In the previous battle, He Xingge had a total of nine hundred knives, and Gu Xifeng had a total of nine hundred and one knives.

was able to have one more knife because Gu Xifeng used a double knife flow.

It stands to reason that it is Gu Xifeng, the senior of the sword path, who is sure to win, and in such a battle, the difference is a thousand miles, and not a single knife can be missing.

However, He Xingge's ninety-hundredth knife actually relied on an indescribable momentum to fall, shaking his nineth-hundredth knife and nine-hundred-first knife to the point of getting out of his hand, so that he could leave that fatal blow on his chest.

He Xingge was a little dazed, and said after a long time: "If you have to have a name...... Let's call one knife back and two knives, this knife is used by me subconsciously, and it is not a move on any knife spectrum. ”

"Comprehend in battle?"

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Gu Xifeng's mouth, but he said indifferently: "The back waves push the front waves, the future is terrifying, how can you Xingge be worse than your senior brother Chen Bufan, but why doesn't anyone know about it? Could it be that Lu Qingfeng hid you?"

He Xingge shook his head and did not answer.

Li Molan looked at his blood-covered back, stepped forward, and held him up, lest he fall to the ground as soon as he won the victory.

Gu Xifeng no longer mentioned these things.

He was dying.

When people are about to die, they will always be more relaxed and indifferent, and then they will inevitably remember a lot of memories from the past, like a sentimental old man who likes nostalgia.

The surrounding Heavenly Resentment Sect people looked at each other, looking at their sect master, not knowing what to do.

Gu Xifeng didn't give them a last word, let alone speak to anyone again, he sat cross-legged, the blood on his body gushing out of his mouth, nose and chest.

He remembered when he first became a cultivator when he was a child, his family was surprised, at that time he didn't know the cruelty of the path of cultivation, just thinking that it was a good thing to glorify the ancestors, who knew that after entering a small sect, he knew that cultivators are also divided into talents, and they are also divided into three, six, nine, etc., of course he is not happy to be weak, but weaker than others always has to be bullied, this is an inevitable thing.

When he was twenty years old, he met a mortal monk who was seriously injured and dying.

That's his master, though the demon cultivator may not admit it.

When he asked the demon cultivator for the Demon Dao Exercises, the dying Demon Dao Cultivator had a smile in his eyes.

His smile was not warm, full of ridicule and ridicule, extremely cold, as if he was watching a joke, as if he was looking at himself when he was young.

Now that I think about it, the master has long understood that the Demon Dao Monk can't die well after all, right?

Gu Xifeng thought so, and felt a little bitter in his heart.

He originally thought that a good person should not live well, and a bad person should not die well, and he would rather be a bad person who did a lot of evil than a good person who was bullied, but it is good for God to punish him alone, so why should he punish his son? When his wife died, he was left with only such a son, who he had spoiled for many years, but in the end it was his fault?

There are many people in the world who want to be rewarded......

Gu Xifeng was silent.

The blood flowed profusely, and finally he lost his breath.

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The Sect Master of the Heavenly Resentment Sect is dead, but the others are still alive.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect died in the hands of He Xingge, so naturally there were still two elders who came out to preside.

The cold was extremely cold, Li Molan supported He Xingge and stood among hundreds of demon path cultivators, the cold in his heart was no less than those wind and snow falling from the sky.

He Xingge was no longer able to fight, and Li Molan did not have much residual true qi in his body, so he could only support killing a few more masters of the Dragon Eye Realm at most.

However, there are two or three hundred Demon Dao cultivators gathered here, and there is naturally no problem in killing the demon cultivators of the three realms of the Dao realm, but the key is that there are still more than a dozen dragon eye realm demon cultivators here, and it is impossible for him to have the spare strength to deal with so many people.

There are people in the mountains and forests, people on the left and right of the official road, the fields in the distance, and the slopes in the near distance, and there are demonic cultivators of the Heavenly Resentment Sect everywhere.

Li Molan looked at all this, her heart became colder and colder, and she thought to herself, how could she beat so many people?

The second elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect looked at the two people in the field with resentment, and he left a deep footprint on the official road covered with ice and snow with one foot, and then said: "You will definitely die today, I can't let you leave alive!"

The appearance of He Xingge and Li Molan is equivalent to destroying the entire Heavenly Resentment Sect, the largest demon sect in the North Sea, and it is equivalent to destroying the den of a demon monk, how can the second elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect not be angry and crazy?

He looked at the two blood-soaked youths coldly, and said sharply: "I want to suck your divine souls, I want you to never recover!"

"It's noisy. Li Molan said lightly.

This second elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect already looked gloomy, and his voice was so sharp and ugly, it was simply a natural evil person's face.

"What are you talking about! When death is imminent, you dare to be arrogant!" The voice of the second elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect became even more harsh, and then he cursed and uttered countless filthy words, and all kinds of bitter and harsh words popped out of his mouth one after another, like a noisy old crow.

He Xingge's expression was very calm, and Li Molan's expression did not change, as if he had not heard these scoldings.

These scoldings included the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the two, and in the end, even the dry wine poem and Lu Qingfeng, the head of Qiu Mingshan, were scolded, and they must be extremely angry if they were others, but it just so happened that the two of them were not so easily provoked, and they did not react.

Feeling that he was being ignored, the second elder of the Heavenly Resentment Sect was even more angry, like a hedgehog that had blown up.

He looked at the timid Heavenly Resentment Sect disciples and scolded, "You waste, why don't you go yet?"

The surrounding Heavenly Resentment Sect disciples glanced at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and clenched their swords.

The perverted killing that the two of them said before was still imprinted in the minds of these Heavenly Resentment Sect disciples, and now Li Molan seemed to have some strength left, where did they dare to be this bird, just being stared at by the second elder, they still had to move forward slowly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air.

A silver-white arrow composed of spiritual energy pierced the air, passing through the void for hundreds of meters with the power of ten thousand jun, and pierced into the back of a dragon eye realm demon path master.

The arrow passed through his chest from behind and flew straight forward with his whole body, but in the blink of an eye, he was nailed to the snow-covered ground not far away.

The arrow pierced the heart, and the demon's heart burst open like foam, and he died instantly.

What happened?

The disciples of the Heavenly Resentment Sect showed unbelievable expressions and turned their heads away.

A flash of surprise flashed in He Xingge's eyes.

Li Molan looked up in surprise.

Everyone looked in that direction.

In the wilderness, in the wind and snow.

A young man with a black iron bow in his hand, with a face full of banter and murderous intent, looked at them.

He drew his bow and shot arrows. (To be continued.) )