Jiang Xiaohe's heart was beating fast, and Hei Xun in front of him was his first opponent after entering the third level of martial arts, and he was a real evenly matched opponent.

The burning stick in his hand seemed to sense his excitement, and a dazzling black light burst from the blade, turning into a shoulder-wide sword and rushing towards Wu Xun.

The rich Yuan Power poured into the burning stick one by one, and the burning stick was like a ghost god in the night, wanting to quietly take everyone's life!

The temperature around him began to drop, and the air was full of domineering swords and incomparable sword intent, and the two figures were like ghosts shuttling through the dark night, ethereal and illusory.

Jiang Xiaohe felt a heat rising from his heart, the clash of swords, the collision of dimensional forces, and the movement of his figure made the blood flow all over his body a few points faster than in the past.

He knew that there was a warlike soul living deep inside him, but he didn't expect that this soul would become even stronger with the improvement of his cultivation.

"Hurry up, get the news out!"

As soon as Wu Xun saw that several disciples were still watching the battle in place, he shouted anxiously, the strength of this Jiang Xiaohe in front of him was far from what they had estimated, and after dozens of consecutive breaths of confrontation, he already understood that it was impossible for him to retreat today.

So, being able to walk one is one!

The sons of the Black Eagle clan, from birth to growth, were taught three things: to live, to kill, and to maximize profits.

In this situation in front of him, Wu Xun understands that it is worth exchanging his life for the lives of several other sons!

Several lightly injured disciples did not hesitate any longer, and turned to leave with red eyes.

However, the two seriously injured men did not move, knowing that if they followed, they would slow down the other three. Moreover, even if he successfully returns to the clan, he will become useless waste, and he can only eat and wait for death.

"Big Brother Black, we're here to help you!"

The two shouted, and suddenly rushed into the battle, Jiang Xiaohe's original stab at Hei Xun was blocked by one of them, Jiang Xiaohe's heart moved, and he grabbed the other person's shoulder and blocked it in front of him, a bright sword light flashed in front of him, and this person was directly divided into two.

"Little Stone ......"

Hei Xun screamed, his eyes were red and almost dripping blood, he didn't mean to:

"Jiang Xiaohe, you are looking for death!"

He roared violently, the long sword in his hand was flourishing, and he was about to pounce on Jiang Xiaohe, but when he saw the dying Xiao Lin, he suddenly showed a smile, he looked at Hei Xun, and a pair of dark eyes seemed to say something.

With a loud "bang", Jiang Xiaohe was hit by a powerful wave of qi and flew backwards, and Xiao Lin, who was forced to block Heixun's sword for him, suddenly exploded his body.

Self-detonation, this is the monk's self-detonation and the enemy's death.

Jiang Xiaohe's body flew upside down for five zhang before falling to the ground, and when he got up, his face was pale, and his whole body trembled a little.

He had heard of a monk blowing himself up, but he had never seen it, for the first time.

Just now, if his reaction had been a little slower, or if he hadn't been wearing red flame armor all the time, then he would probably have been a piece of fish on the chopping board at this time.

The ground was blown out of a large pit deep, and some broken corpses could be seen in the pit, some of which were black stones and some of which were of the black forest, and when Hei Xun stood up from not far away, he only felt that the whole person was stunned:

How did the childish little stone and Xiaolin, who were laughing in front of him an hour ago, become a pile of minced meat now?

It's not like he hasn't experienced death, but at least ...... At least let him bring a corpse back to their parents!

On a low peak next to Black Eagle Peak, there are all graves densely packed, and all the ancestors, seniors, peers, and even juniors who have contributed to the Black Eagle clan are buried.

But they at least have a corpse!

"Heixun, it's your turn next. ”

Jiang Xiaohe quickly calmed down, the feeling of life and death, in the killing room of Diwei Tower, the Lost Valley Forest, he had experienced it hundreds of times, and after saying a few words, he was furious with Yuan Force, and the burning stick in his hand directly turned into a black light and flew towards Heixun.

The most obvious sign of the martial arts realm is: the imperial object hurts people!

Hei Xun stared at Jiang Xiaohe in front of him, and the long sword in his hand was turned into a fine light and rushed towards Jiang Xiaohe in an instant, he hated Jiang Xiaohe, and he couldn't wait to break his body into pieces.

At the same time, he also hated the dead and wounded elders of the clan who were dead at this time, they controlled a lot of resources in their own hands, but they did not build decent weapons for their children, and always said that the eagle claw was the best weapon in the world......

The dead Xiao Shi, Xiao Lin, if they could have a sword like themselves in their hands, maybe they would still have a chance to live today.

A black and a white two long rainbows were only intertwined in mid-air, the crisp impact sound, the sharp sword net, the domineering sword gang, and the rich yuan force were mixed together, and one after another waves of qi burst out from the place where the swords collided.

The official road was already in shambles, with dust, gravel, and grass clippings mixed together and floating in the air.

Jiang Xiaohe's face was a little pale, he had been fighting with Hei Xun for half an hour, the burning stick was not an ordinary weapon, and the yuan power used when using it was more expensive than ordinary weapons, and fighting with a martial artist at the seventh level for a long time had already made the yuan power in his qi sea begin to dry up.

And Hei Xun, the black cloth on his face fell off at some point, he had a gloomy face, his hands kept waving, controlling the long sword in the air, and the bright sword shone on his face as white as a layer of powder.

Streams of rich Yuan Force poured into the long sword in front of him as if they were dying, and the sharp killing moves were even worse.

At this time, Hei Xun no longer had any task in his mind, he forgot about Yu Jian, he had only one thought: kill Jiang Xiaohe at all costs.

Jiang Xiaohe moved his figure several times, trying to pass through Hei Xun's dense sword net and seriously injure him, but the angry Hei Xun had almost instinctive and strong combat power, even if he lost his mind because of hatred, but his tricks were not chaotic at all, and he didn't give Jiang Xiaohe a chance to take advantage of it at all.

After another pillar of incense, Jiang Xiaohe felt that the Yuan Force in the Qi Sea was getting less and less, so he had to take out two Yang Yuan Dan from the Diwei Pagoda and take them.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a majestic Yuan Force immediately poured into the sea of qi, Jiang Xiaohe just felt a hint of relief, and a terrifying sense of crisis suddenly came to his heart, his back was instantly wet with cold sweat, and his figure moved violently and left the place.

However, a piercing pain made his face even paler, and his left arm was cut by the roaring sword intent, and blood was rushing out.

"Hmph, how dare you be distracted by fighting with me?"

Hei Xun snorted coldly, and the movements in his hands were faster, adding a bit of evil aura to the already murderous long sword.

Jiang Xiaohe frowned slightly, and secretly said that this Black Eagle clan is really extraordinary, and there are not a few enemies he has encountered along the way, but it is the first time he has encountered an existence with such a strong combat power.

There was another sharp sword intent whistling in his ears, Jiang Xiaohe didn't dare to be distracted anymore, the magic technique was used by him to the extreme, and even the Qingyun boots on his feet were instantly stimulated.

Although it would be more costly to stimulate Qingyun Boots, he really didn't want to and didn't dare to drag it out any longer.

"You ......"

As Jiang Xiaohe's speed increased violently, the burning stick was grabbed by him in his hand, and the whole person was like a black shadow, shuttling through Hei Xun's dense sword net at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and soon appeared in front of Hei Xun.

Hei Xun's face changed greatly, he really couldn't imagine how Jiang Xiaohe, who had just looked exhausted, could become so fierce, but in a breath of time, he had already appeared beside Zi himself.

"Poof......

Jiang Xiaohe spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell to the ground softly, but the burning stick was left in Heixun's ...... Chest, not pulled out.

Heixun's eyes widened, looking at the black hilt on his chest, his face full of disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

With a thick question, Heixun finally died blindly.

Jiang Xiaohe glanced at Hei Xun, pulled out the burning stick from him, and ripped off the storage bag around his waist, his divine sense penetrated, glanced at it casually, and said two words with a disgusted face:

How poor!

After swallowing a pill of Guyuan Dan, Jiang Xiaohe quickly turned over and left here.

He urgently needed to find a place to heal his wounds now, and when he passed through Heixun's sword net before, he seemed to be calm, but he was stabbed by several sword intents, and he didn't have enough yuan power to stimulate Chi Yanjia at that time.

When it was dark, he came to a small town called "Yi Shi", found an inn to stay, and only after a little inquiry did he know that he had entered the boundary of Liuyin State.

It took ten days for Jiang Xiaohe to come out of the Diwei Tower, and the injuries in his body had been completely healed, and what made him even more excited was that the first small realm of the Nameless Knife Technique: the small knife, was finally introduced.

Ten days in the outside world, a full hundred days in the Diwei Tower, Jiang Xiaohe stayed in the killing room for two months with a burning stick, and walked in the midst of death countless times before finally entering the door.

"Knife, I don't know which predecessor gave this name, but it's really enough...... Cheesy!"

Jiang Xiaohe muttered, but he was very happy in his heart, after entering the small realm of "Little Knife", he could cultivate a small magical power called "Royal Knife".

The Imperial Knife allows the blade wielder to use the least amount of Yuan Force to activate the maximum killing move, and increase the speed to the extreme.

"If so...... When he met Heixun, he learned this magical power, and he would definitely not be so embarrassed. ”

Jiang Xiaohe walked out of the room, bought some spirits, turned over again and went straight to Liuyin Prefecture.

The Black Eagle clan must have known their true strength at this time, and if they find it again, it is estimated that it will not be so easy to get out.

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Xiaohe's heart became depressed again: in the end, how did they find themselves?

It's a pity that if Aunt Gong is still there, she must know.

Shen Jie is not here, and Leng Jun is not here.

If these two people are here, maybe they can help themselves find the reason, Jiang Xiaohe thought to himself: Leng Jun, this person, doesn't usually speak, but he understands everything.