Listening to the conversation between the two, Jun Qinghan's body stiffened, and he suddenly shook his head to re-examine the blood-robed man. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Xiao Jun kills, it is actually the killing god Xiao Jun kills!"

A bitter smile crossed the corner of his mouth, "No wonder in the place of seclusion, Xiao Jun didn't even dare to kill pigs, how could he kill pigs easily, he killed people, only killed people!"

At this time, the blood-robed man was no longer as sleek and honest as he had been, Tie Qing's face was filled with a cold and piercing chill, the cruel murderous aura between his eyebrows became more and more intense, and the mottled blood stains on his face were even more desolate.

Dressed in a red robe, blood slid down, on the rusty iron knife, the blood was not cold, the hair was flying, and the eyes looked at the ancient offerings of the clans with contempt, like an iron tower.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to remember my Blood Killing Divine Knife!"

Xiao Junlu put the iron knife across his chest, and said indifferently and mockingly, "It seems that no one in this continent has surpassed my sword skills!" The mottled rust flickered in the sunlight, and instantly shone with 100,000 blood.

"Hehe, the candidate for the fifth strongest person in the Qinglian Continent, how could we forget, how could we forget, the pride of the heavens in the continent back then?"

The white-robed Gu Feng Sen looked at Xiao Junshu coldly and said mockingly.

"I don't know, twenty years have passed, and the Lord Killing God has reached what realm?"

Xiao Jun's expression was indifferent, he turned his head slightly, glanced at the black-robed ancient worship who spoke, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the Blood Killing Divine Knife shook, brushing the hair on his forehead.

A white lotus flower is in full bloom!

"Hehe, it's been twenty years, but the second section of the white flag, it seems that the name of killing the god is a little untrue!"

The black-robed Gu Worship of Shura's body grinned, but after a few breaths, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at the blood-robed man in front of him in horror, and his heart shook slightly, "White Flag Second Stage!"

The second stage of the white flag can be trusted to crush the white flag powerhouse of the Eight Banners clan!

The second section of the white flag made him feel a trace of jealousy in his heart!

The black-robed Gu Worship suddenly took a few steps back, "Killing God, the fifth strongest candidate for character; his horror is far from being measurable by the realm; at the beginning, Xiao Jun dared to cross the Heavenly Clan if he couldn't kill the black flag, but now I'm afraid that it will become more and more arrogant."

"You seem to look down on me a little bit, Xiao Junju!"

The blood-robed man frowned, his murderous aura surged out, and he stared at the black-robed elder coldly, and the rusty iron knife in his hand let out a slight roar, like a dragon in prison.

The black-robed ancient worship of the pitch-black Shura's face trembled slightly, but he said stiffly: "It's looking down on it, what's the matter?

As he spoke, the white lotus pattern on the forehead of the black-robed Gu worshipper radiated a dazzling light.

White Flag 5 Sections!

Xiao Junlu suddenly smiled, and stroked his hand on the edge of the knife, as if he had a long conversation with his friend who had known him for many years, "Back then, in the Reverse World Tomb, I obtained this Blood Killing Divine Knife, and the first person to sacrifice the knife was your Earth Clan Shura. ”

The blade of the knife shook, pouring out the pale yellow and majestic killing intent:

"Today, I will call me the sword soul with the blood of Shura!"

Before the words fell, Xiao Junlu suddenly pulled a ray of blood in the air, and the steel knife shook, slashing towards Shura's body.

The face of the black-robed ancient worshipper changed slightly, and the body of Shura suddenly rose up and turned wild, entering another realm, and his body was covered with pitch-black sharp thorns, which looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

"Sonorous!"

Mars tore and pulled, the steel knife shook, and it actually bounced back, but on the other hand, there was only a trace of silver-white scratches on the arm of Shura's body.

"Xiao Junlu, don't be too confident in yourself, when have you seen the real Shura state of my earth clan, back then...... Back then, you were just a terrifying talent, and after all these years, what are you?"

In the void, the middle-aged man in the blood robe took a solemn look at the black-robed ancient offering, and a trace of deep disdain swept over his eyes.

The horizontal eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and the knife rises!

The murderous aura of endless desolation tore the sky and the earth, the whole body flew wildly, the barbs were long in the sky, Tie Qing's face was stained with mottled blood, looking extremely fierce and cruel, and a bloody robe hunted and flew in the void, like a blood-red and broken battle flag.

"Kill!"

Xiao Jun's thin lips spit lightly, the voice was like rolling thunder in Shura's ears, and the steel knife was raised above his head, shaped like a Kunpeng, and instantly rose into the Nine Heavens Dome.

Below, the remaining black and white flag monks, looking at the blood-colored shadow under the dome, their complexion changed slightly, looking at the huge body of Shura, the corner of their mouth showed a playful smile:

The horizontal eyebrows frowned slightly, and the hatred was stopped!

"Whew!"

The steel knife broke through the sky, and under the sky, a blood-red figure was like a rainbow attacking, and the rusty iron knife was surrounded by blood-red flames, which was particularly hideous and dazzling.

The black-robed Gu Worship's face changed slightly, and a trace of fear of running away suddenly rose in his heart.

"Khooth!"

But in an instant, the steel knife fell, slashing at Shura's shoulder, making a rolling thunderous sound.

The black-robed Gu Worship's face turned pale, and he only felt that his right shoulder seemed to be pressed down on a hundred thousand mountains, and he turned his head worriedly, and suddenly laughed loudly, "Xiao Jun kills, killing gods, this is your peerless sword technique?"

Shura's shoulder, without a single wound.

Xiao Jun's knife did not break through the surface of Shura's body.

"Yes, this is my peerless sword technique!"

The corners of Xiao Jun's mouth suddenly showed a smile, and then the steel knife was raised, and he carried it to his shoulder, turned his back to the middle black robe Gu Worship, and said indifferently:

"Broken!"

Before the words fell, the right shoulder of Shura's body was like a porcelain crack, and the right arm of the black-robed Gu was detached from the body and fell into the void.

The black-robed Gu Worship's face was shocked, "My hand!"

Everywhere in the void, the faces of the ancient worshippers changed slightly, and a trace of deep jealousy swept through their eyes, "What a terrifying knife technique, such a fast peerless divine sword, actually cut off all the nerves in the right shoulder at the moment of cutting off Shura's right arm, until now, the black-robed ancient worship has not felt a trace of pain." ”

"This is my Xiao Jun's sword technique!"

The blood-robed man suddenly turned around, raised his steel knife and frantically slashed towards the black-robed ancient worship, continuously, like a surging river, and the entire void was filled with bloody swords.

"Ah......h

The screams finally pierced the sky, previously, Xiao Jun slashed the nerves of the black-robed ancient worshippers with a single sword, and now, each knife provoked the nerves of the black-robed ancient offerings.

Blood rushed wildly, forming a spherical blood curtain around the two of them.

The people outside, the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching slightly:

In the blood curtain, the shadow of the knife that everyone could no longer see, only saw the blood-colored figure fluttering, and the minced meat, falling from the void from time to time, and the throat of the black-robed ancient worship was directly broken.

"Die!"

The figure in the blood robe flickered, and Xiao Junlu suddenly flew out of the blood curtain, stained with ferocious blood, full of infinite desolate murderous aura.

On the soles of his feet, the blood curtain burst, dripping with the blood of Shura, splashing on the steel knife!

The body of the Seven Great Ancient Worshippers swayed slightly, and the huge Shura body in front of him, under the Blood Killing Divine Knife, there was no room to fight back, and all over the body, only a white skeleton remained, and two eyeballs.

Eventually, a glint of resentment flashed in his eyes, and his life was extinguished.

"Removing the flesh and bones, Xiao Jun is the best at killing", in the void, the blood-robed man smiled fiercely, his wide palm was in the air, and he grabbed the rusty red knife in his hand.

The arm shook, and the steel knife changed suddenly!

The bright red flames swirled around the blade, and the blood of Shura splashed on the blade, puffing and boiling, blinking into the steel knife, a smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Jun's mouth, his palm brushed over the mottled rust, and his thin lips spit lightly:

"Blood, return!"

With a groan, the steel knife vibrate, like a prison dragon, and the rust stains on the blade gradually melted under the blood of Shura, turning into scarlet and abominable bloodstains, which slowly merged into the blade.

Jun Qinghan's body shook slightly:

"That's not rust, that's blood, it's the soul of a knife!"

"How can the rust melt like this, only the coagulated blood will be integrated into the blade."

The mottled iron knife gradually revealed the clear brilliance, the shocking blood, rushed into the sky, and on the white blade, a touch of demonic scarlet flowed, like a wild dragon, turning over the river and the sea.

The entire sky was dyed blood red.

Infinite murderous aura, such as the coffin of the ancient gods, killing the world and burying the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

Zhan Zhan's divine sword, with a long roar, shook the hundred thousand rivers and mountains with the sound of rage, like rolling thunder, slashing the endless void;

Jun Qinghan's soul shook slightly, looking at Xiao Junlu holding the Blood Killing Divine Knife, standing proudly in the sky, as if he saw the mountain of white bones and corpses at the bottom of Xiao Jun's feet, and the Blood Killing Divine Knife shook the world in the endless sea of suffering.

Endless blood stained red in the vast heavenly way, and infinite murderous aura tore through the nine heavens!

Killing God...... Blood!

"Get out!"

Xiao Junlu turned around, the sea of blood in his eyes was surging, and the killing intent was mottled, staring at the ancient offerings of the six major clans, and shouted angrily.

Liudaogu worshipped his face changed slightly, "The soul of the Blood Killing God Sword is revived, and Xiao Jun's strength is at least three times as much", looking at the man in the blood robe and the gray hair, sweat suddenly appeared in his palms.

The white-robed Gu worshiped the two-eyed yin owl, "Xiao Jun, what do you want, Dragon Emperor? ”

"You know, kill the gods...... Human slaughter is a natural enemy!"

Xiao Jun's eyes widened, the killing machine was complete, and suddenly he laughed madly, the Blood Killing Divine Sword in his hand was shocked, and he looked at the Six Ancient Offerings mockingly:

"Old enemy, you ask him, what is fate? Lao Tzu can even kill the vast heavenly way, not to mention this fate!"

The bloody blade shook, and it crossed in front of Xiao Jun's body, making a sound of angry murder. The figures of the Son of Heaven, the Battle Blood Nightmare, and the Sin Qianqiu swayed, and landed beside Xiao Junluan, and the fierce aura slanted out.

"If you want to kill him, you will destroy me first!"

Xiao Jun pointed at Jun Qinghan, looked at the six ancient offerings to Sen Han and said, "However, I'm afraid you don't have that ability!"

The white-robed Gu worshipped his sleeve robe and flicked, "I want to know, why did you save him?"

"Why?" Xiao Junlu laughed, "Old horseman, I don't know what you want?

Xiao Junlu suddenly turned around and stared at Jun Qinghan, his voice was as loud as thunder:

"He is the son of Jun Zangtian, and his mother is the eldest lady of the hermit clan - Xiao Wanjun, Jun Qinghan, is my young master of the hermit!"