The cold wind blew, the green shirt rattled, and the atmosphere of slaughter was permeated. In just one breath, the momentum on Wang Cheng's body exploded, and it was the peak of the third layer of condensation qi and even half a foot stepped into the fourth layer of condensation.

Cultivating immortals is already going against the sky, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. The fifteen realms of condensation, and the ascension of each realm is a qualitative leap.

Although Wang Cheng did not succeed in breaking through the third layer of condensation, the terrifying momentum that approached the fourth layer of condensation was by no means comparable to the ordinary third layer of condensation.

"Su Hao, bow down. Wang Cheng spoke, and there was murder in his tone. The moment he spoke, his whole body rushed in an instant, and his fist burst out.

Su Hao's eyes were solemn, his expression was cold, and the fifty-three ancient points in his body were connected into pieces, and the Xuanli flow was surrounded by hundreds of limbs. He let out a low roar, and not to be outdone, he threw the same punch.

This is the first battle of reconstruction, the first battle between ancient cultivation and immortal cultivation! It is the first battle of Su Hao to test his own strength!

"Since there is no way to avoid it, then Su will accompany you to fight!"

He spoke softly, but his voice echoed like thunder. The moment the body took a step, the fists of the two people slammed together in an instant.

Bang!

Fists slammed into each other, making a dull sound.

Su Hao staggered back three steps, and the middle-aged monk Wang Cheng did the same. The two of them looked up suddenly, their eyes staring sharply at each other.

There was not much language, only one word burst out: "Kill!"

As soon as the word killing came out, the aura of killing was strong, and the fallen leaves seemed to tremble in a low roar. The bodies of the two were intertwined, covering their fists with aura, and banging with force, making a thumping sound.

The fists were clattering, and the blood was dripping.

Bang!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The two burst into cheers at the same time, and a heavy punch hit each other.

Bang!

The energy burst out, the fist was like a wave, and the crisp sound of bone cracking sounded. Su Hao snorted and kicked out. Wang Cheng's face changed slightly, and he counterattacked, the same kick.

Under the hard shock, the bodies of the two separated again.

"I underestimated you. Wang Cheng's eyes were cold, staring at Su Haosenran and speaking.

"Each other!" Su Hao was indifferent, not caring about the blood dripping from his right hand.

Dozens of punches were thrown in a row, and both of them were shaking their hands and numb.

"Gravitational!"

Wang Cheng's eyes were murderous, he suddenly raised his hand, the aura in his body surged, and he pointed at Su Hao suddenly.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Su Hao's face turned pale. The tall body is like a bent halberd, and it rises up. In the void, it was as if an invisible giant hand was pressing his body fiercely, making it difficult for him to straighten up.

His body was stiff, his hands and feet seemed to be solidified, like a boulder that had fallen thousands of pounds, and it was difficult to move.

"Gravitational technique, spirit-level spell!" Su Hao's face turned pale and he spoke with difficulty.

This spell he knew was one of the spells that every disciple who stepped into the third layer of Qi Condensation could choose to cultivate. He also encountered it at the time, but Su Hao did not choose this gravitational technique.

Although the gravitational technique is strong, the time that can be solidified is limited, and it needs to consume a huge amount of spiritual power.

In other words, as long as the cultivator survives the time of solidification, as soon as the gravity acting on his body disappears, it is the time for Su Hao to turn defeat into victory.

But as a cultivator, how could Wang Cheng not know about this drawback. In the Nine Sealed Gates, only one spell is transmitted on the three layers of Qi Condensation, and once it is cast, it represents a lore.

Su Hao felt that his body was so heavy that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, he was completely suppressed and difficult to move.

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his face was pale, and it was obvious that this spell was not a small drain on him.

"Su Hao, you won't have a chance to turn over again. This time I'm going to really make you despair. ”

As he spoke, he took out a simple rune paper from his arms, and as soon as this rune paper appeared, a sense of vicissitudes of life permeated, and a dangerous aura permeated.

It was as if it was not a talisman, but a fierce beast, roaring and roaring, and it was terrifying.

Su Hao's pupils contracted violently, instinctively feeling the danger. A strong life-and-death crisis suddenly appeared in his mind. But at the moment, his body was imprisoned, and it was difficult to move.

Once the rune paper was sacrificed and fell on his body, Su Hao didn't dare to imagine it.

Fifty-three ancient points were condensed, the Xuan Force in the body exploded, and the cultivation of the three layers of condensation qi all exploded, struggling violently, trying to break the shackles.

Su Hao roared, his face was hideous, the meridians on his forehead bulged, like an angry dragon, the blood in his body was flowing faster, and his skin was blood-red. But no matter how hard he tried, like an ox into a sea of mud, the binding force was not only not reduced, but more solidified.

"Die!"

The cold light in Wang Cheng's eyes bloomed, and with a wave of his hand, the quaint rune paper turned into a streamer and went straight to Su Hao.

Su Hao raised his head and stared away, his pupils contracted violently again. In his eyes, the rune paper was not a rune at all, but turned into a sword, a sharp silver sword!

The sword is cold, and there is a trace of black mist. Entangled in the sword's body, it turned into a hideous grimace in a roar, roaring, and the aura of Sen Ran enveloped all directions.

Su Hao's scalp was numb, and he felt like a piece of hell was rushing towards him. The strange aura made his heart pound, as if it were about to explode.

Rumble!

The rune paper fell, and a large amount of black mist invisibly conjured out, enveloping Su Hao.

A sneer appeared on Wang Cheng's face: "This talisman comes from the Beichen Mountain Range, and it was obtained by accident. It can be used three times in total, even if it is a sixth-layer condensation can kill Su Hao, you should be honored, the last time you use it, it turned out to be just to kill you a third-layer condensation guy. ”

The wind blew gently, and the black mist gradually dispersed.

His expression froze suddenly, his eyes widened, revealing a look of disbelief, and he roared: "This is impossible!"

Where the black fog dissipated, Su Hao stood there quietly. His clothes were torn, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and a pair of eyes were staring at Wang Cheng indifferently, and the amazing killing intent was blooming: "It's time for me to bear your blow." ”

His voice was low, as if it came from the Nine Shadows, and the killing intent of Sen Ran came out of his body, permeating all directions.

Wang Cheng's heart shook and muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible." He couldn't understand why the rune paper, which could kill even the sixth layer of condensation, had no effect on Su Hao? Moreover, Su Hao was only a cultivator of the third layer of condensation, which was difficult to understand and could not accept such a result.

"Shadow Killing!"

Su Hao spoke, and Sen Ran's murderous intent dispersed. His hands suddenly raised, pinching the Nirvana. In just one breath, the seal in his hand changed nine times. Each handprint is different, and when condensed, it turns into a simple seal.

As soon as this seal was formed, Su Hao's face became extremely pale, as if this handprint had drained the strength of his whole body before it could be manifested.

The seal rotates and transforms into a 'shadow' character. The shadow word manifested, and a faint aura of killing dispersed. Although it was only a trace, it gave Wang Cheng a feeling that was even more terrifying than the rune paper he had just now.

"What kind of law is this?"

His expression changed suddenly, his eyes showed horror, and he staggered back a few steps.

At this moment, he was scared and faintly regretted, and he shouldn't have participated in this matter. But as soon as he thought of the man in the gray cave, his body trembled suddenly, and his eyes were even more frightened.

"The way to kill you!" Su Hao snorted coldly, and the word 'shadow' turned into a meteor, shooting towards Wang Cheng with a faint killing aura.

The wind is howling, the leaves are flying, and the grass is shaking!

The word 'shadow' passed by, a mess, and there was a chilling sense of slaughter.

Wang Cheng's complexion changed greatly, and he let out a low roar, mobilizing the residual spiritual energy in his body to condense on his hands, and blasted towards the shadow.

"Huh?"

The shadow word was illusory, as if it did not exist, so that Wang Cheng's fist missed. And the strange thing is that an even more solemn crisis emerged in Wang Cheng's mind.

"Ahh

The sound of the terrible screams echoed, and if the shadow word was illusory, it did not bring any pain when it fell on Wang Cheng's body. Instead, it merged with Wang Cheng's shadow.

That is, the moment of fusion, Wang Cheng's shadow disappeared, and was replaced by a shadow word. The shadow word is blood red, like drinking blood, weird and clear.

The moment the shadow disappeared, Wang Cheng screamed miserably, as if a part of his soul had been cut open.

That pain, deep into the bone marrow. That kind of pain, it hurts to the soul!

Wang Cheng's body spasmed, and the blood-red shadow words appeared on his body, flashing and disappearing, flickering and dark, very weird.

Every time he flickered, Wang Cheng was even more painful, his face was hideous, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he was miserable, as if he had suffered inhuman torture.

Bang!

After nine flashes, Wang Cheng's flesh and blood exploded, blood splattered, and the scene was bloody to the extreme.

Su Hao's face was pale, and he was weakly half-kneeling on the ground, staring at the mass of flesh and blood on the ground, his eyes were in a trance, and he felt like vomiting.

This is the first time he has killed someone!

Even if Zeng is an inner disciple and Tianjiao, he has never killed anyone.

Staring at the shattered corpse, Su Hao was stunned, enduring the feeling of vomiting, and a complex emotion spread in his heart: "Is this Xiuzhen? You and I have no enmity, but life and death face each other. ”

The wind gently blew through the mountains and forests, and the leaves rustled.

"Who!"

Suddenly, Su Hao suddenly drank, his eyes swept around, and there was a rare solemnity in his eyes. For a split second, he had the illusion of being looked at directly. It was a very strong feeling, as if someone was watching around here.

A chill rose in his heart, and the feeling was even stronger than the murderous intent brought by Wang Cheng.

Suddenly, his body must be certain, and his eyes fell on a straight and towering mountain peak in the distance, where it belongs to the Beichen Mountain Range, outside the gate of Jiufengmen Mountain.

Although there is a formation barrier, he can still see everything outside.

At the top of that mountain, there was a vague figure, staring in.

His eyes intertwined in the void, Su Hao's heart roared, and his scalp tingled, and the feeling of being a state came from which figure did not belong to the people in the Nine Sealed Gates, and existed in the Beichen Mountain Range.

The appearance is blurred, but standing there gives people the illusion of being as high as the sky and competing with the sun and the moon. It was as if that man was the master of heaven and earth, and with just one word, he could make the earth collapse and the sky would be destroyed.

Su Hao shouted in his heart, there was a roar, as if there were thousands of thunderbolts flashing, and there was a strong crisis.

"Who's that?"

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