Liu Junhao no longer paid attention to the battle below, and simply meditated on the top of the cliff to breathe. After a while, a light breeze suddenly blew in the canyon, and the people who were fighting fiercely did not notice the coolness at all.

His hair fluttered, but Liu Junhao on the top of the mountain slowly opened his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger. Looking down at the people under the cliff like ants, a sense of condescension rose up, but at this time, he unconsciously remembered all kinds of past in the wrong sword gate.

Started at the age of eight, studied hard every day, but his talent was not as good as others, and his martial arts were never superior. As the head disciple, he can only be a man with his tail between his legs every day, endure everything, and bow his head everywhere. In this Shura trial, knowing that those who entered the trial were all outcasts, he had to take the initiative to ask for help. The master couldn't bear to send himself to death, so he knelt in front of the master's door for three days and three nights, not for anything else, just to fight for a breath, a pride that was unwilling to live under others.

A fresh breeze came and pulled Liu Junhao out of his memory, the sound of fighting under the mountain gradually subsided, the battle was nearing the end, and the dry bones of the sleeping rusty knife were stained with blood again. The wind gradually strengthened, and a faint reddish-red mist drifted into the canyon with the wind, spreading along the canyon path into the canyon hukou.

The victorious Jianghu scattered people in the mouth of the canyon were complacent, dozens of corpses mixed with broken arms and stumps scattered on the ground, and as Song Yushu fell to the ground, the shouts of killing finally fell.

Everyone gathered together to rest for a while, and after several battles throughout the night, these iron-clad men were also exhausted. Get together to breathe and recover your true qi, after all, the trial is not over, the final competition is about to begin, and the next is the most tragic battle.

Suddenly, a heart-rending scream echoed in the canyon, like a ghost crying in the canyon. The atmosphere suddenly became strange, and everyone who was meditating cross-legged on the ground woke up one after another, not knowing what was happening, and tensed their nerves again. Then there was another scream of pain, two, three!

When everyone heard the howls of these ghosts crying wolves, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the atmosphere that had just calmed down became tense again.

After everyone looked carefully, they found that a few people not far away fell to the ground and rolled in pain with their eyes covered.

The leader calmed down for a moment and shouted, "Don't panic! The crowd had a backbone and calmed down a little. The leader motioned for a few of his men to go and check.

Those people were reluctant, but the leader opened his eyes angrily, and a momentum emanated. Several people struggled, but finally pulled out the weapon in their hands and carefully touched it. After walking a dozen steps, they immediately lay on the ground, covering their eyes and screaming in pain.

The people in the rivers and lakes were terrified, and no one dared to come forward to check again. In the face of such a strange situation, many people unconsciously thought of ghosts, and some people said in a trembling voice: "Could it be that the unjust spirits here are doing it?" ”

Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, "No, it's the red mist that's doing the trick!" ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at it, and there was indeed a red mist spreading with the wind, and the injured people in front of them were all in the red mist, and it seemed that this red mist was indeed strange.

As he spoke, the wind became a little stronger, and the red mist was like a desperate ghost riding the wind, and the people standing on the periphery immediately lost their sight as soon as they touched the red mist, and blood gushed out of their eyes.

Everyone was frightened and fled in all directions, but the red mist had sealed the mouth of the pot, and there was a cliff more than ten zhang high behind them.

At this time, he realized that Liu Junhao had clearly known that there was a deadly red mist here, so he led everyone here, and the vine branch that escaped must have been arranged in advance.

Liu Junhao stood on the top of the cliff, looking down at the dozens of scattered people in the rivers and lakes running for their lives, and sneered.

With the strong wind, the deadly red mist will only increase, and these people will only end up dead.

In order to come out on top in the Shura trial, he had already consulted the geographical literature of this generation of mountains and rivers long before entering the Shura Sect. It is recorded that there is a quagmire in the north of Nanzhong Mountain, and there are many miasma in the miasma, and this miasma is specially injured by living creatures, and it is blind to touch, and it will die instantly if it is inhaled, and there is no medicine to solve it.

Nanzhong Mountain is today's Shura Mountain, although he is not talented in martial arts, but he can understand the geography of mountains and rivers, and distinguish the weather of the day. It has long been calculated that there will be a strong north wind this morning, and the mouth of the canyon here is facing the back of the mire, and the north wind will be together, and the miasma will enter the mouth of the lake along the canyon.

As soon as Shurmon stood, he searched everywhere and stumbled upon the canyon, so he laid out this poisonous plan early. This is also considered an auspicious place for these hundreds of people to bury their bones.

Luo Qian quietly squatted on a branch in the distance, used the method of Luo Shu calculation to find Liu Junhao's traces, and looked for it all the way, just witnessing everything that happened in the canyon.

This person's scheming is so deep, nearly three hundred trial disciples have been played by him and between the metacarpal bones, if it weren't for the fact that he happened to have the opportunity to break through the Eight or Nine Xuangong, he couldn't say that he also followed this group of people to the Tao, and he couldn't help but be a little more vigilant against Liu Junhao in his heart.

More than half of the dozens of people in the canyon died in a blink of an eye, and although the remaining dozen or so people were still struggling to support, Luo Qian could see clearly from a high position, the cliff was so high, and these people had no chance of survival.

Liu Junhao was still recovering his true qi at the top of the cliff, he knew that the people who died in the canyon were all rabble, and the people he was really afraid of were not among them, such as the copper-skinned scoundrel who fought with him last night, and the inexplicable disappearance of Zhensheng.

And the two appeared in his field of vision at the same time at this time, Luo Qian's waist hanging long sword slowly walked out of the woods, and at the same time, Zhensheng stood silently on the other side of Liu Junhao with the long knife in his hand.

The two of them were one left and one right, sandwiching Liu Junhao in the middle. This is indeed just a coincidence, Luo Qian's recovery overnight and just broke through, which is the peak of his strength. And Liu Junhao escaped for a night, although he breathed a little and his true qi recovered slightly, it was also a drop in the bucket for the battle of life and death.

At this time, of course, it is the best time to solve Liu Junhao, so Luo Qian chose to make a move at this time, but before he could make a move, he saw Zhensheng in the distance, maybe Zhensheng had the same idea as himself.

Liu Junhao slowly got up, facing these two difficult opponents at the same time, the only thing he could think of was to escape, but this time he was unwilling to escape. Because this is the closest he will get to victory in this life, if he flees at this time, the rest of his life will be meaningless.

Liu Junhao's long sword was horizontal in front of him, and his two fingers slid lightly across the blade, and the long sword let out a soft groan. A wave of qi rose, and the long sword seemed to tremble uncontrollably.

Draw the sword in one hand, and the blade of the sword points to the sky. A behemoth sword qi pointed at the sky, and with a wave of the long sword breaking through the sky, the sword qi shot out, and the voice of Jin Ge pierced the sky.

It's as if this sword wants to ask the heavens right or wrong! If you win, you will reach the sky in one step, and if you lose, you will die without regrets.

In mid-air, the sword qi suddenly cracked, splitting in two between the clouds, and shot out from top to bottom to the left and right.

Through the void, Luo Qian could already feel the power contained in this sword qi, and he didn't dare to be careless. The true yuan circulated rapidly, a majestic true yuan poured into the sword body, the long sword void fell, and a sword qi shot away with a hissing and light roar, and the sword qi carried the sword intent of the word "heaven", in front of the heavenly will, all calculations were vain.

On the other side, Zhensheng's eyes were red and bright, and he rose in the air, and the long knife slashed down against the sword qi. A blood-colored sword rays extended from the blade, meeting the sword qi from top to bottom.

There seemed to be two thunderbolts in the sky, and a wave of qi erupted at the place where the sword qi clashed, and the surrounding air seemed to be triggered, turning into a clear wave and spreading outward.

After the loud noise, the sword qi and sword rays dissipated one after another, and the earth-shattering sword finally failed to kill a single person.

Luo Qianli gasped in place, if he hadn't broken through the Eighth or Ninth Xuangong Double Building last night, Zhenyuan had gone up a step, and I was afraid that he would not be able to receive Liu Junhao's earth-shattering blow today.

Although Zhensheng broke the sword qi, he was also shocked to take a few steps back, his expression suddenly became ruthless, and he let out a wicked smile, I don't know what he was thinking, his eyes were like blood, as if he was in a demon.

After the explosion, the long sword fell in front of Liu Junhao's eyes like a kite with a broken string, and plunged deep into the sand under his feet. Liu Junhao's face was expressionless, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He knew that he had lost in the end, and the heavens finally refused to reveal a chance to him, and he looked up at the sky and finally couldn't support it and fell headlong under the cliff. The place where the bones were buried for others finally became their own resting place.

The head disciple of the wrong sword sect, the hero of the Shura trial, finally miscalculated.

Luo Qian's heart palpitated, Liu Junhao's sword should have been detonated by some secret method, he was really empty, and in the face of two strong enemies, he chose to fight with the same end in desperation, and it seemed that when he came out of the sword, he had already brought the determination to treat death as home.

However, he was really empty, and the power of this sword was a little weaker, and one sword turned into two blows, in order to weaken one another. If not, I'm afraid that Luo Qian and Zhensheng will both accompany him to sleep here.

Liu Junhao fell off the cliff, there was no barrier between Luo Qian and Zhensheng, the two looked at each other in the air, and their eyes were full of infinite battle intent. The rules of the Shura trial are like this, if you want to get out of here, you can only step on other people's corpses.

Zhensheng took a step forward, and the long knife dragged into the sand, cutting a sharp groove, like a scar on his white face. His eyes were red, and the evil smile at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense.

The true victory in Luo Qian's eyes seemed to have fallen into a demon, his expression was strange like a demon, and his eyes were red like blood. A few casual words last night made Zhensheng completely change his mood, and the demons in his heart have been formed, and it is difficult to cut them off.

If you don't stain the red dust, you know the state of mind of breaking the ring, so it's really better to break the ring, the color ring! Breaking the ring is like entering a demon, and there is no turning back.

Luo Qian also took a step forward, his long sword pointed at his feet, and his expression was grim. The confrontation between the two is also a competition of potential.

According to Steward Zhao, martial arts are divided into four realms, moves, qi, potential, and dao. Both of them have touched the level of potential, and before they make a move, they will test each other with their qi machines, and if they are strong, they will win, and if they are weak, they will lose.

The long knife finally couldn't bear to take the lead in cutting through the void and slashed off his head.

Ananda breaks the precept knife!

This knife seems to have broken through all kinds of shackles, there are no twists and turns, no sword energy, and no brilliance. It's a simple knife, which seems to be ordinary, as if there is no discipline, and there is no change.

Like an axe chopping wood, it casually slipped from the air. The sword-wielding Zhensheng still had a thick evil smile, several rows of scars on his bald head, and his eyes were blood-stained, like an angry-eyed King Kong.

Luo Qian frowned, and at this moment he remembered the situation of the battle between Steward Zhao and the flower-faced man, and Steward Zhao's bamboo pole was also so mediocre, but it could kill the invincible flower-faced man and escape.

Steward Zhao's realm seems to be between the potential and the Tao, so that he can return to the truth when he makes a move, which is the truth of the great sound of Xisheng, which is the result of decades of repeated polishing.

But there is a faint shadow of returning to the basics of this knife in front of him, could it be that the realm of the monk in front of him has exceeded the scope of potential?

No! The knife method is that set of knife techniques, but the person with the knife has changed.

It's not that people have changed, but the state of mind has changed, the Buddha has become a demon, the rules and precepts are gone, the ancient temple bell is not ringing, there is no bitterness in the heart, and there is no thought of turning back.

I didn't have to think about it, and I didn't dare to be careless. The sword light flowed, and the eight swords of "Jing Xing Weixian, Ke Nian as a saint" came one after another.

I will stab you in the way of a saint!