"Yes, this sword, you and I will die or die!"

Zong Shou's words fell, and in this dense forest, it immediately became more calm and cold, and the cold air of Xiao Killing was permeating all around.

Li Yunniang's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and even Fan couldn't help but be slightly distracted.

When Li Xieling heard this, he burst out laughing: "What a decisive life-and-death! I am confident that I can defeat you at this moment, but I may not be able to take your surname." On the contrary, it is the son of the world, full of confidence, and he will definitely behead me here!

Zong Shou's eyes were cold, and he did not answer. With only his mind, he controlled the Black Wave Sword and circled to his side. The sleeves of the robe flicked up, so that the sword body was silent, covered with a layer of silver.

In a moment's time, Xiao Jin's body had completely wrapped this spiritual soldier. The sword body is stronger and sharper, and it also increases a little more agile.

The war intent in his chest was gradually suppressed, and only pure murder remained. He is always a person who likes to burn the piano and cook cranes, and he doesn't like to pity each other, let alone have any emotions such as loneliness.

I have always thought that the best enemy should lie in the mud and not speak. If the other party can still walk, then try your best to slash it with a sword and send it to the grave with your own hands!

Especially a madman like Li Xieling, he will not allow the other party to leave his eyes alive!

In a space of less than thirty zhang, it is as if there are two comparable thoughts, colliding fiercely.

Zong Shou stepped on the treetops, his body swaying with the branches, swaying up and down. When the method of swallowing yuan was urged, the tree under him withered rapidly. There was no life, and countless dead leaves were falling one after another. It gradually spread, and all the plants and trees within ten zhang of the surrounding area showed gray and yellow colors.

The Thunder Tooth Sword in his hand was unexpectedly a trace of sword qi leaking out, and his momentum was rising step by step. Looking down, it is like a king looking down on all beings.

Li Xiling's expression was also more and more condensed moment by moment, the same killing intent was boiling, his breath was sharper and sharper every moment, and his cheeks were even more flushed. But from beginning to end, he stood still, and he didn't move for a long time.

Li Yunniang only felt that her heart was entangled, knowing that although the two had not really fought at the moment, it was even more dangerous. With the momentum of martial arts, confrontation and defense, they are all trying their best to increase their chances of winning, but what makes her most frightened is that Li Xieling, who has been famous for many years at this moment, is known as '100,000 blood killing', which makes people smell and change, and he can't even have the upper hand at this moment. On the contrary, it was faintly suppressed, and it was faintly suppressed by the sect guard who was high above the treetops!

At this moment, Li Yunniang's mood is extremely complicated. If Li Xie Lingsheng is victorious, with this person's surname, she and Na Lian Fan will definitely not be able to live. But I don't want to see this sect guard, he really has the strength to kill Li Xieling, and at that time, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to live.

was secretly entangled, and the figure of Li Evil Spirit suddenly swept backwards. Instead of advancing and retreating, like an invisible red shadow, it flew to the side of a carriage. With a wave of the blood sword in his hand, a blood-colored sword light several feet long directly slashed several unprepared wind horses beside him, even his head and neck.

The blood light was surging, and Li Xiling's killing sword momentum also increased to the extreme. But between the eyebrows and eyes, there was a slight surprise. The sect guard on the treetop did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, still holding a sword, standing coldly in the distance.

After only a slight startle, Li Xieling did not hesitate for a moment, and the whole person flew up again, the blood-colored sword light rose one after another, and with lightning speed, it passed through dozens of zhang of space and rushed towards the treetops.

Just halfway through, those two wrists exploded again, and countless blood wrapped around the sword. The blood-colored sword qi that was four zhang long instantly soared to seven zhang in an instant!

The momentum is bloody and mighty, just like this sword, which can kill all living beings!

Excited by this sword momentum, Zong Shou's eyelids also jumped unconsciously for it. The next moment, he stabilized his breath and calmed his mind again. In addition to the slightest excitement of fighting with a strong enemy, his heart at the moment is like a mirror, reflecting the world.

Everything in front of him was like a pause and a sudden pause, reflecting all of Li Xieling's sword paths and all possible changes in his heart.

At the moment when the blood-colored sword qi slashed four feet in front of him, Zong Shou's mouth also spit out a shock.

"Out of the body, kill!"

A cloud of yin qi at the door of the head immediately rushed up. Taking advantage of the situation, with the black wave sword, he stabbed straight down with a straight swing.

There is no change like clouds, only extreme strength, sharpness and swiftness!

Before he got closer, he could feel that it was just the residual momentum, the fierce sword qi that almost scattered his primordial spirit, and the innate martial artist, that incomparably strong qi and blood.

Zong Shou sneered slightly in his consciousness, and he had just swallowed countless tree essences, which immediately gushed out, protecting his body.

He also tried his best, and the sword momentum was also desperate, cutting off the way back, and there was no return!

"Khooth!"

Purple thunder flickered, wrapping the silver sword body and striking straight down. Crash into the Shadow of Blood. It is intertwined with the blood-colored sword light, rotating and stirring. From time to time, a series of mysterious trajectories were drawn, as if they were pervasive, constantly piercing into the depths of the blood-colored sword light.

The two swords struck in an instant, and they were entangled. In a moment, the branches and plants within 30 zhang of the surrounding trees were cut off and shattered. In the mud below, there were also more than a dozen deep sword marks.

Countless cold sweats broke out from the forehead of the evil spirit, and he felt that every time the sword struck, there seemed to be some condensed qi on the sword's body, which was forcibly sucked away.

The soul of the sect guard, under the light of the rising sun, also became more and more dim.

In just a few breaths, the two sword shadows, one purple and one red, in the air, both showed a declining trend, and it was difficult to continue.

Li Yunniang looked slightly relieved and depressed. knows that the battle between the two today is mostly a draw. But at least this surname can be successfully saved.

However, this sect guard, although he did not kill Li Xieling, but only by virtue of his ability to use the Yuan Soul Imperial Sword to force this '100,000 blood killing' to retreat, he can be called this unique genius spirit master in the east of Yunlu!

Sure enough, only a moment later, the blood-colored sword shadow of the Li Evil Spirit had already reached the extreme, and there was no more power to change. With a slightly regretful 'hey', the sword suddenly rose again, but the figure floated back decisively.

And the purple lightning flickering around Zong Shouyuan's soul is also disappearing. Under the light, the whole group of yin souls seemed to dissipate and melt.

In the soul, I also felt a slight burning sensation, as if it was burning.

The mind is still as cold as a blade, and the killing intent is undiminished, and it is resolutely the same. Just when the figure of Li Xieling had just withdrawn from Zhang Xu. Zong Shou's Yuan Soul also suddenly rose again.

This sword of life and death, what he is waiting for is when the two of them are unable to continue!

"Slash!"

Within the sea of souls, a few true spirit forbiddens that had just been condensed suddenly burned, turning into a trace of pure soul power, merging into the dry soul sea whirlpool.

The silver sword shadow also shook suddenly. Following an indescribable trajectory that was mysterious to the extreme, gliding in the disbelieving gaze of Li Xieling. In a twist, an incomparably young head rose into the air and fell to the ground!

The blood light rushed and rained down, dyeing a large area of grass into blood red.

Li Yunniang below was completely stunned, and her chest was terrified again. This sect guard doesn't want to live anymore. Obviously he is in danger, but he still wants to kill someone? Isn't he afraid that the soul will collapse and he won't be able to return to his body?

Then there was a deep sense of unreality.

Li Evil Spirit, that 100,000 blood killed Li Evil Spirit, died like this?At this age of thirteen, the world thought that it was a two-vein body, a sect guard who could not practice, the Yuan Soul Imperial Sword, and a sword with a severed head?

Lian Fan was completely stunned, with a little confusion in his expression, and turned around to look at the front fixedly.

Zong Shou's soul was so weak that it was about to disintegrate. But after killing Li Xieling, the purple thunder reappeared, and under the sunshine, it was undamaged.

In a flicker, he was back in the body that had fallen under the tree, and was being held by the giant bear's hands.

There was a sharp pain in his brain, and Zong Shou barely managed to hold on. Then he pinched a magic decision in his right hand, and put the demon-eyed silver bear back into his sleeve.

However, when his thoughts dispersed again, he was suddenly shocked.

"It's strange, the person just now disappeared without a trace, and he left so quickly!"

The strong aura that arrived at a rapid speed should have been less than three miles away, and it had disappeared without a trace at this moment. In the divine thought, there was no trace of it.

It came suddenly, and when it went, it was abrupt.

Zong Shou was slightly puzzled in his heart, frowning and pondering for a moment. He shook his head again and walked over to the body of the evil spirit.

The skull's eyes were still wide open, and it glared angrily ahead, as if it was dead.

It's just that the breath of life has completely disappeared.

"100,000 blood killing, killing wife and mother. This guy's killing path is really powerful! His strength is so strong, there are few opponents under the Martial Sect!"

Zong Shou sighed slightly, and he only felt strange in his heart, with this person's swordsmanship, he mastered the killing sword. It only takes five or six years to break through the realm of heavenly status. A few years later, the era of the spiritual tide was rising, and then it was possible to soar into the sky and step into the immortal martial arts.

Why is it that in later generations, he is unknown? I have never heard of it?

However, Fang Cai is really dangerous, and Fang Cai's victory or defeat is only between the first line. This Li evil spirit, this is only a little bit, and he almost lost his life.

When it was said that in that valley of blood, he also fought with all his might. But that innate martial artist, he didn't even bother to ask the name. It's far from the threat that this Li evil spirit gives him.

At the moment when he killed this person, Zong Shou already felt that his mastery of the way of the sword seemed to be a little clearer.

The level of this battle is actually far lower than his original realm. But they are evenly matched, fighting with opponents of equal strength, and the victory or defeat is determined by a sword.

Just for that moment, the sharpening of his mind is almost worth nearly a year of state of mind cultivation.

(To be continued)