In the space entwined by countless silk threads, a ball of flame light was constantly rushing, scorching the growing red spider silk.

The fire-colored sword qi pierced the invisible barrier, making a sneering sound from time to time, but it was never able to penetrate it completely.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Yiren had already bitten his lower lip, his pretty face was as calm as frost, and he was extremely weak. The golden needles inserted in the big points around the body shook even more.

Only those two cold star-like eyes are still as cold as a blade, and they are as decisively as before.

Yuan Ding smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly. Suddenly a bright moon rose overhead, emitting a cold glow. In just this moment, the fire around Xuanyuan was suppressed a lot.

He was about to speak, but suddenly raised his eyebrows again, and looked in the direction of the south, "That breath of Ren Qianwu seems to have disappeared?

Immediately, I felt that something was wrong, and my original eyes changed, and my expression was full of surprise and incomprehension.

Ren Qianchou's breath was not the end of the matter after it had been resolved, but completely disappeared from his spiritual sense, clean, without any residue, and there was no trace of it.

It had only begun to erupt a moment earlier, but a moment later it had completely disappeared, and at the same time, another qi machine that had also flashed and disappeared at the same time also frightened him.

In Xuanyuan's eyes, there was also a little more puzzled and anxious at this moment.

"Senior brother, no matter whether that Ren Qianchou is dead or alive, the matter over there is over. Are you going to let me Xuanyuan go and hate you for the rest of my life?"

"This—"

There was a moment of hesitation. When Zhengjue was a little hesitant and difficult to decide, his complexion changed again, and there was a slight look of horror in his eyes, and he gasped.

"Who is this?

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he shook his head constrictedly: "I'm sorry, senior sister! Since I provoked this person to take action in person, I guess there was an accident over there." This person has killed and gone crazy, and although I can restrain him, I may not be able to protect you. Senior sister is still here with peace of mind, waiting for the result!"

Xuanyuan couldn't help but be stunned, and the next moment, his expression also changed: "Is that madman coming?

"That's the man!"

Yuan Ding bowed slightly, his eyes were also complicated, and he smiled helplessly: "But now that he has changed his name, you should call him Li Xiling!"

Xuanyuan didn't speak anymore, and his silver teeth clenched. Suddenly, he took out a red pill from the small Qiankun bag, and before he could react, he slapped it into his mouth.

In just an instant, a layer of reddish color appeared on his face. The porcelain-like skin on his body was actually cracked with blood.

But the sword momentum was several times stronger, and with just a few swords, it cut eighty percent of those silk threads. The invisible barrier also seemed to be on fire.

And the original plan behind was to open his mouth in surprise, but it was too late to stop it. After a while, he turned into a wry smile: "Xiao Ran Yuandan, how could the master give this thing to you? Senior sister, why did you go to this trouble to plant it? With this Li evil spirit, where is there still half a chance for that sect guard? Senior sister, you rush over at this moment, I am afraid that not only will it not help, but you may also take a surname-"

Seeing that Xuanyuan Yiren ignored it, he was supposed to only meditate for a moment, but it was already a legal decision, which narrowed the scope of this thousand threads by nearly a double. Then another dodge came to Xuanyuan's side. As soon as the big sleeves were displayed, it was a cloud of cold soul power, fluttering out. When it was unfolded, it immediately stretched out like vine branches, in all directions, and wrapped around Xuanyuan Yiren.

His eyes were fixed on the south, a little surprised.

The 'Tricky Sword' Ren Qianchou, the 'Lan Sword' Xie Jun, and the 'Angry Sword' Yuntao have all been famous for many years, and their strength is not weak. The former comprehends the momentum of martial arts and may break through the realm of martial arts at any time. I don't know who made the move? It was so quick that these three people were eliminated.

It's a pity that he provoked the 100,000 blood killer Li evil spirit, and this person is really unlucky.

It's just a pity that most of the maids beside Xuanyuan Yiren are also dead, ※※※※ At this moment, in the dense forest sixty miles away, Li Xieling was full of cold sweat. The blood sword was slanted, just blocking the way of the silver bear. I saw the center of the silver bear's eyebrows, and a little silver light flashed.

Li Evil Spirit's figure also retreated violently again, and frantically retreated to the dense forest behind. The blood-colored sword light also pierced out with a sword again, dangerous and dangerous. Only then did he pick the silver cone apart with a sword.

Then his field of vision was all filled with the figure of Zong Shou and a cold sword blade.

Extremely sharp, but also fast to the extreme. It's just a short walk away.

The purple thunder flickered, and at this moment, the tip of the thunder tooth sword seemed to have become the only source of light in this dense forest. The morning glow that looms in the sky, and the bright moon that has not yet disappeared in the sky, there is no longer the slightest glow.

It even seems that the whole world is only left with such a sword in front of you!

Li Xieling's eyes widened violently, and then the vein in his right wrist burst open, and countless blood, as if it had life, wound towards the blood sword.

A sword flashed out, and with a soft 'ding' sound, just before the brain marrow pierced, the thunder tooth sword was slanted open. Then in an instant, the sword waterfall was like rain, and the sword momentum rolled back and strangled back. The blood-colored sword shadow that was almost crazy seemed to be about to cut the figure of the half-demon boy in front of him into millions of pieces.

Zong Shou smiled dumbly with some regret, calmly, and pinched another seal in his left hand. A cloud of mist immediately gathered around him. And the sword momentum of the figure also turned erratic. In the shadow of the blood-colored sword, he wandered.

And then just when his body was almost completely engulfed by the blood light. The Black Wave Sword that was bounced off pierced through the air again.

From the most incredible angles, oblique penetration. The sword momentum is unpredictable, giving people the feeling that it is as if the dead Ren Qianchou has come back to life, even more treacherous than this 'tricky sword'.

And the blood-colored sword shadow was also suffocated by the sword momentum. Li Xiling snorted coldly, and his figure retreated, just avoiding the silver giant bear that rushed in. With a little tiptoe, the whole person flew up, and then countless blood-colored sword lights rushed down frantically again.

Li Yunniang didn't recover a little from her shock until this moment. The mind is once again in a daze, unconsciously looking ahead.

The two figures that moved from time to time, the speed of the fight was extremely fast, in just a moment, there were already more than a dozen offensive and defensive switches, Li Xieling's sword momentum was simple and direct, but it seemed to be born for killing, although there was no change, but it was more rapid and difficult than any exquisite swordsmanship.

And Zong Shou stood in front of the blood-colored sword shadow, like a lonely boat in the stormy waves, rising and falling with the waves. But it doesn't show half of the decline.

Ren is sword light is heavy, and the waves are surging, and it can't make this lonely boat in danger of overturning.

Suddenly the spirit method, suddenly the swordsmanship. Suddenly, the sword came, and suddenly he controlled the spirit beast. can always forcibly suppress the killing intent momentum that Li Evil Spirit continues to rise at the most appropriate time.

The blood-colored killing sword was as if it was wrapped around countless chains, and it could never be unfurled.

Looking at Zong Shouna's figure that was always unhurried and calm, Li Yunniang's fists couldn't help but clench tightly again!

Even before, Zong Shou was dozens of breaths, and even when he punished Qianchou and Xie Jun. There is no such shock to her at this moment!

It is not for the cultivation of the out-of-body realm spirit master of the sect, but for the sake of the present, this prince of the Qiantian Mountain can compete with the most outstanding and outstanding in this world, recognized by the world, as one of the geniuses who are candidates for the heavenly position!

At this moment, the impression of Zong Shou in her mind had been completely overturned, and she no longer had the previous sense of cowardice and incompetence.

Only the graceful and calm when the purple thunder sword was waved, the fierce and domineering sword that killed the treacherous sword with one sword, and the ruthlessness and ruthlessness when cutting off Ren Qianchou's head. And that unbelievable, undoubtedly strong! all in one place, imprinted in the deepest part of her heart.

In that face, he is still as handsome as ever, a little delicate. But at this moment, looking at her eyes, she didn't feel half a sense of weakness.

It seems to be soft and strong, but what is hidden under the external gentleness is a peerless edge!

Once it shines, it will surely make all the lands cold!

couldn't help it, Li Yunniang took a step forward, but suddenly heard a cold snort. Looking at the place where the voice came from, I saw that Lian Fan was looking at it with a cold light.

He didn't pay attention to the figure in the fierce battle, but just held the sword in his hand, standing still, blocking in front of her.

Li Yunniang frowned, and then only listened to the "sonorous" sound of two swords. Immediately turned his head, and was attracted by the end of the battle.

I saw the two of them, united and separated, and each retreated. Zong Shou stood on top of the treetops, looking down. And the evil spirit of Li slipped back twenty feet, half-kneeling below.

"Good swordsmanship, really good swordsmanship. Whether it's your martial arts, or your swordsmanship. It's terrible, and it didn't disappoint me!"

Li Xieling smiled, a trace of blood cracked on his face, but he was even more excited: "I may be wrong in my estimation, killing you alone can be worth 10,000 people, no! It should be 20,000! Kill you, I can comprehend the killing of sword intent!"

Zong Shou shook his head and didn't answer, but his eyes were slightly condensed, and the long-lost battle intent burned in his chest, like a flame.

Although he doesn't look down on the character of this Li Evil Spirit, this person's strength is undoubtedly strong. It was the first enemy he had ever been an 'adversary' since he came into the world.

As the Li evil spirit spoke, he suddenly tilted his head. The smile gradually faded, and he snorted coldly: "It's actually a Xuanwu Sect, hehe! Your father, the son of the world, really takes care of you! Looking at this situation, most of them can't sit still." The people of Flame Mountain are really useless, plus my accomplices, three Martial Sects, and four Innate Peaks, they can't even stop this moment. That's it, time is running out, this sword, you and I will win!"

Zong Shou's spiritual sense sensed, and a strong aura was coming quickly. However, Li Xiling's proposal was also in line with his wishes.

The corners of his lips were raised, and Zong Shou didn't think much about it, so he bowed his head slightly, and the sword in his hand pointed downward.

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

(To be continued)