"It's the flying knife technique used by Song Zhishu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Wang Chan saw the flying knife in Song Zhiming's hand, and his eyes lit up.

He was too impressed by this handleless flying knife, and Song Zhishu had relied on this flying knife technique many times to get out of danger.

And Song Zhiming's skill was obviously much higher than Song Zhishu's, and Wang Chan couldn't even capture the trajectory of the flying knife.

I saw that in mid-air, the cold light flashed continuously.

They shot away at Huo Tian's eyes, throat, heart, **** and other fatal points.

In the face of the flying knife shot by Song Zhiming, although Huo Tian's face was solemn, but in his eyes, there was no panic at all, and it was obvious that he was not afraid.

At the moment when the cold light lit up, Huo Tian's entire body turned into a ghost, filling the entire cave.

Seven flying knives pierced through the ghost shadow and finally nailed to the rock wall behind Huo Tian.

But this does not mean that Huo Tian is not injured, I saw that a blood mark was drawn on his pale cheek, Huo Tian's face became more and more cold, he stretched out his tongue and licked the blood that flowed down, and said with a cruel smile: "The Song family is worthy of its reputation, but unfortunately your current strength is achieved by relying on external forces, if it is a real energy realm master, I am really difficult to deal with." ”

"You can have such scheming and cultivation at a young age, and there will be endless troubles after letting you go, so you might as well die!"

Huo Tian laughed, turned into a black shadow, and appeared in front of Song Zhiming in the blink of an eye.

This speed can only be described as unbelievable, as soon as the energy is secretly opened, Huo Tian's physical body has now reached its limit. Wang Chan could only barely catch a black shadow.

Huo Tian's five fingers on his right hand formed claws, and the rich black mangs converged at his fingertips, and he grabbed Song Zhiming fiercely.

"Whew!"

In the sound of breaking the air, five black mangs were caught by Song Zhifang.

Song Zhiming urged his body method to the extreme, but he still couldn't avoid it, which was like a life-urging claw from Jiuyou. Five terrifying blood marks flashed on his arm!

Song Zhiming flew back, only to see that his face was pale at this time, and there was a black gas between his eyebrows, obviously poisoned. He immediately took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, bit it open with his mouth, and poured the bottle towards his mouth.

"You know how powerful the Black Swords are. Your medicine can only temporarily suppress the toxin, as long as you are lucky, it will immediately accelerate the spread of the toxin, now I see how you can fight me?" Huo Tian slowly walked towards Song Zhiming step by step, with a look of victory in hand.

"Commander Huang, Master Mo! If you don't make a move now, are you waiting for this demon to wipe us out one by one!" Song Zhiming saw that the situation was not good, and shouted loudly.

In the crowd, an old man with black hair and white beard and Huang Yun, the leader of the red carp, flashed a look of struggle on their faces, glanced at each other, and took a step forward at the same time.

This black-haired and white-bearded old man is none other than Mo Gaopeng, the current head of the Flying Dragon Gate, known as the "Ice Sword" in the rivers and lakes. Among the people present, except for Huo Tian and Song Zhiming, who was not in the right state, his cultivation was the highest. As early as seven years ago, he had successfully broken through the acquired boundary and reached the innate realm. It's just that in the past seven years, Mo Gaopeng's cultivation has not only not grown at all, but has always stayed in the Yuan Qi realm, and as he gets older, he has even regressed in the past two years.

But even so, he is still a congenital master.

"City Lord Huo, you have fallen into the Demon Dao, for the sake of the righteous path of martial arts, I will definitely kill you today!"

Mo Gaopeng shouted vigorously, and the sword behind him was unsheathed, bringing up a piece of sword qi cold frost, and everyone only heard a dragon groan. Mo Gaopeng instantly joined forces with his sword and flew towards Huo Tian's throat.

In a trance, there was a faint appearance of an ice dragon.

On the road that Mo Gaopeng was traveling, layers of frost bloomed, extending to Huo Tian's feet, and finally freezing his feet.

The power of a sword can actually use the power of heaven and earth.

Although Mo Gaopeng had already reached the innate realm, it was impossible for his strength to be so powerful, all of this came from the sword in his hand, the Ice Claw.

"Hey, the sword is good, but the person is a little bit worse. When I first met you, you were already born, and I hadn't crossed that line yet. Now that I've opened two layers of Vaults, it's disappointing that you're still where you are. Always know that relying on external objects, you will never become a strong person. Huo Tian sneered, the frost under his feet shattered instantly, and his right hand raised and grabbed towards Mo Gaopeng like lightning.

"Bell!"

A black light flashed and slapped fiercely on the Ice Sword in Mo Gaopeng's hand.

Huo Tian shook Mo Gaopeng several feet away with one claw.

How can it be!

Is it really so far apart between the Yuan Qi Realm and the Energy Realm?

After landing, Mo Gaopeng only felt that his blood was churning, and he almost vomited blood, the Ice Claw Sword in his hand, but it was the treasure of the Flying Dragon Gate, it was extremely sharp, and there was a trace of kissing in the sword, and Huo Tian now used a pair of fleshy palms to see him shake the flying trauma, which made Mo Gaopeng how could he accept it.

Mo Gaopeng of the Innate Realm is still like this, and Huang Yun, the leader of the Red Carp who is still in the First Rank Realm, is even more unbearable.

The crimson embroidered spring knife in Huang Yun's hand is also a rare weapon, and the cultivation of the Da Bi Yi Dao Gang has an innate restraint effect on the evil sect exercises. And then it all didn't work.

Before the embroidered spring knife in his hand could be cut off, he was slammed into his chest by a black gas poisonous snake and flew out.

I saw that his face was purple and black, and even the blood he spit out became pitch black.

Until now, the only remaining combat power present is the two second-grade peak masters of the Song family.

And Song Zhiming didn't know when he appeared behind them, grabbing the heavenly spirits of the two of them with both hands, Wang Chan, who was hiding in the shadows, could clearly feel that the aura on Song Zhiming's body was rising.

"Could it be the same exercise as the Star Absorbing Dafa?" Wang Chan frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

After a while, Wang Chan finally knew that something was wrong, the two people of the Song family were old in an instant, and what Song Zhiming absorbed was not internal force at all.

Since descending the mountain, Wang Chan has never met any normal people, eating people's hearts and livers, sucking people's essence and blood, and absorbing vitality. How can there be so many evil deeds in this world? Didn't the Demon Sect have been driven out of Kyushu a hundred years ago, this demon skill is too widespread, or do you want to carry it yourself, where is there a demon? However, I was not surprised at all when I saw the appearance of the head of the Flying Dragon Sect, could it be that this kung fu used by the kid of the Song family was not an evil skill? Wang Chan wondered.

After absorbing the vitality of those two subordinates, Song Zhiming's aura skyrocketed instantly, and even the black evil poison in the previous one was easily expelled from his body.

Song Zhiming looked at Huo Tian and let out a long roar.

"Let's do it again!"

"It turns out that this is how you came to this unstable realm now, but this strength does not belong to you after all, and it comes and goes as fast as you want. I see how long you can hold on?" Huo Tian said gloomily. (To be continued.) )