Patio, cold breeze.

Dressed in black and with black hair, the person who came was Su Hao.

His fingers landed on the tip of the sword like a golden stone, and it made a sonorous sound.

"Who are you?" The black-clothed man's pupils contracted violently, his body staggered back a few steps, his eyes looked at Su Hao vigilantly, and he spoke in a deep voice. In Su Hao's body, he felt an aura of oppression, which frightened him.

Boom!

In the courtyard, a group of black-clothed people held their swords in unison, making a crisp sword sound.

"A group of monks dare to meddle in the affairs of the secular world, don't you think it's out of bounds?" Su Hao stared at the black clothes and said lightly.

When the black-clothed man at the head heard this, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and quickly said in a deep voice: "What monks are not monks, we don't understand what you say." But, I advise you to be better off meddling. Leave now, I won't pursue it. ”

"Brother Su, my sister is still being held inside. Yun Xuetian hurriedly said, his tone anxious.

Su Hao nodded slightly, and in an instant, he stepped out and went straight to the man in black, extremely fast.

Before the man in black could react, Su Hao's hand raised and fell, slashing directly at his neck. Caught off guard, the man in black fainted directly.

The other black-clothed people reacted one after another, with a flash of murderous intent in their eyes, and raised their swords to fight towards Su Hao.

As they moved their swords, their bodies gradually exuded fluctuations in cultivation, these fluctuations seemed ordinary, but in the secular world, they were definitely a sweeping force.

Each of them exuded six or seven layers of condensation in their bodies.

"When did there become so many monks in the secular world?" Su Hao frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed. Looking at the man in black who was attacking him, his expression was flat and completely indifferent.

The sword light roared, like an ocean, covering it.

"Brother Su, be careful!" Yun Xuetian's face changed slightly, and he reminded loudly.

In the face of these coming flying swords, Su Hao's face remained unchanged, his right hand was raised directly, and the cultivation at the peak of the Ancient Realm broke out in an all-round way, sweeping like a storm, and all the people in black were like being impacted by the waves under that storm.

Qi Qi rolled upside down and fell to the ground, his expression shocked.

Even if Yun Xuetian knew that Su Hao was very strong, he was still shocked when he saw this scene at this moment, revealing a look of disbelief. Soon, the unbelievable turned into a monstrous frenzy.

"Say, who's behind you?" Su Hao stepped forward, came to the body of a man in black, stepped on his chest, and asked in a cold voice.

There are so many monks in the secular world suddenly, and each of these monks is a person who can stomp their feet in the secular world and dominate the first place outside, but they are guards in the Yun family, all of this is not so simple?

The man in black was stepped on by Su Hao, and his face showed horror and deep fear.

They never imagined that they would suddenly kill a monk, and it was also a monk at the peak of the Condensation Realm.

"I, I really don't know..." The man in black was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe.

Su Hao's eyes were cold, and his body exuded coldness, and he whispered again: "Say, who is it?" His feet couldn't help but increase their strength, and the man in black directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

As soon as the man in black said a word, his whole body trembled, and he let out a miserable scream, and soon his seven orifices bled and he died of exhaustion.

Seeing this, the other black-clothed people were very indifferent, and under that indifference, Su Hao saw a wry smile.

The death of the first man in black was like a signal, causing those men in black to stand up one after another, and the cultivation was fully dispersed, and dozens of monks of the seventh or eighth layer of condensation qi turned into a black light with an awe-inspiring killing intent, and went towards Su Hao to assassinate him.

If it was seen as the fear of the people in black just now, then now this group of people in black is not afraid of death and is very murderous.

One by one, they pounced like a lone wolf, completely ignoring themselves, and came without fear of death. Even if Su Hao broke the bones of the man in black with one palm, as long as he was alive, he would use all means to leave a scar on Su Hao's body.

Originally, he didn't plan to kill, but as the battle continued, he gradually found that there was a trace of weirdness on these people's bodies.

The original cultivation is scurrying around at this moment, or concentrated on the sword, or on the arm, or on the teeth... In short, it is very weird, and their bodies seem to have returned to the body of mortals, but their cultivation is concentrated in one point.

Burst at that point!

A man in black had sharp teeth, and he bit Su Hao's arm with one bite, directly tearing open a bloody wound.

A man in black pounced, his cultivation concentrating on his arm, entangled him like a chain, making it difficult to move. Then several black-clothed people pounced and surrounded Su Hao, and several black-clothed people raised their swords and slashed down.

Before the crisis, Su Hao was also angry at the moment, his eyes flashed cold, and he shouted in a low voice: "You are looking for death!"

The cultivation of the Ancient Realm broke out in full force, and he kicked out, and several black-clothed people were kicked away and resumed their actions. His right hand suddenly raised, and a round of Xuanyue burst out directly from his hand, slashing out directly.

Poof!

Xuanyue was like light and shadow, slamming into the body of the man in black.

Dozens of men in black spurted blood and fell to the ground, their faces relieved.

With Su Hao's move, dozens of black-clothed people lay down on the ground. There was no pain of death on the faces of these black-clothed men, but the corners of their mouths rose slightly, as if they were relieved.

When the last man in black fell, Su Hao's body suddenly shook, and his face showed disbelief.

The words of the man in black came from his ears, and it was because of this sentence that Su Hao's body was shocked, and his eyes were complicated.

"One sword...

The night was lonely and cold, and there were corpses lying around the courtyard, which was particularly gloomy and cold. Su Hao squatted down, and after carefully examining the body of the man in black, he found that these people were not monks, but puppets.

A monstrous anger burst out from Su Hao's eyes, and Sen Ran's murderous intent shot out of his pupils.

"Living sacrifice!"

"Who the hell is sacrificing mortals alive?"

No wonder as soon as he appeared here, Su Hao noticed a trace of weirdness, and he didn't know where this weirdness was. Now I understand. What's unusual is this group of people.

Although he has cultivation, his cultivation is not real, and he does not give full play to that cultivation.

It is a cultivated practice forcibly piled up by artificially using spiritual grass, and these cultivations are not real. Lodged in the human body, at the cost of vitality. But whoever is sacrificed alive lacks life, not more than ten years.

"I didn't expect this method of living sacrifice to still exist?" Su Hao stared at the black-clothed man in the courtyard, his eyes flickering slightly.

After a moment, he raised his head, took a look, and then left the courtyard with Yun Xuetian and walked towards the place where Yun Xuerou was imprisoned.