"Whew!"

Qian Xingxing's figure turned into firelight, and rushed towards the sky in the distance with a crazy attitude. didn't dare to look back, and even burned the natal true element, and one by one with the elixir that made people's skin and bones crispy, they were thrown into their mouths by Qian Xianxing. In the impossibility, Qian Yanxing's flight speed increased by another point, but in the blink of an eye, it was already several miles away, and in this way, Qian Weixing still felt that it was too slow.

Fear, and even more great terror echoed in Qian Xianxing's mind, even if it was cut off with sword intent, it was still emerging in a steady stream. Qian Xianxing found that he really underestimated Shen Cong, or the power that other geniuses might burst out. I thought that even if Shen Cong was powerful, he had the means left by the sect, which was enough to save his life.

But after seeing Shen Cong's two swords shattering Xiao Huangyue's town bell, Qian Weixing realized how ridiculous his previous self-confidence was. What is a genius is to do things that ordinary people can't understand, or even things that ordinary people are afraid of, they are used to break the routine, break everything, and everything is impossible.

Qian Weixing was really frightened, according to the power that Shen had burst out before, even if there was a means left by the sect, the probability of Qian Weixing staying there permanently was eighty percent, that is to say, Qian Weixing only had a two-percent chance of surviving or escaping in the end.

Eighty percent, that is no different from death, in this case, Qian Yanxing naturally fled immediately. As long as you live, everything is possible in the future, and if you die, there is really nothing. Qian Xianxing also knew that Shen Cong broke out with those two moves, and it was impossible for him to have no sequelae at all. But Qian Sarcasm doesn't dare to gamble, that's a gamble, Qian Sarcasm is extremely confident in his own talent, others can make so much progress, Qian Sarcasm doesn't believe that he can't do it, why bother with such a momentary mood.

Shen Cong looked at the streamer of Qian Xianxing's departure, and the appearance of Yang Kan and several people in the rear fleeing, and did not pursue. It's not that Shen Congda is kind, but he really can't chase it. Two consecutive outbreaks of secret slashing, and it was an uninterrupted outbreak, and there was no time to even return to qi, which really squeezed Shen Cong dry.

At this moment, not only is the true element in the body nearly ninety percent gone, but even the sword spirit of the king in the soul sea is extremely dim. If you want to use the Aoyi Martial Arts twice in a row, it is naturally not impossible, but it is for the low-level Arcane Martial Arts, and Shen Cong can burst out the Blood Wind Knife more than a dozen times in a row, without much of a problem.

But the secret Luo slash, now Shen Cong's strongest move, up to twelve percent of the power of the intermediate Arcane Martial Arts, once is already approaching the limit, twice in a row, if it is not for Shen Cong's physique is strong enough, I am afraid that the crazy movement of the true yuan alone is enough to seriously hurt Shen Cong, and it is definitely Shen Cong himself who will fall first.

Fortunately, it held on in the end, but it was powerless to pursue those people. Shen Cong slowly stood up, pure energy continued to surge from the acupoints around his body, and the king's sword in Shen Cong's mind moved slightly, and a dark film shrouded Shen Cong. The energy that came in suddenly slowed down, but it also became more refined.

Filtering, filtering with the king's sword, these repurified energies can allow Shen Cong to save a lot of time for refining, and he no longer has to worry about the unstable foundation. Of course, this is in the absence of a fight, and if there is a battle, the king's sword will not have such spare strength.

The true yuan in the dantian continued to recover, and Shen Cong's face gradually returned to normal. Xiao Huang leaped into the peerless figure in the Tianyue Tower, his cultivation far exceeded that of the ordinary seventh order, and the energy he possessed after death was also extremely huge, although it was purified, the reward given to Shen Cong was still very large.

Under the transformation of the hidden dragon, it was a little illusory, and the Jin Dan, which was almost scattered, regained its brilliance. Shen Cong's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, a sword shadow flashed, and a seventh-order demon beast that was about to rush over split into two, and this demon beast didn't even have a chance to scream. Shen Cong's body trembled slightly, his body began to absorb energy, the strength of his body began to increase, and the Barbarian King Fist automatically operated, refining the impurities in it.

100 miles away.

"Hurry up, that monster is not weak at all!" Yang Kan opened his eyes, which were full of horror, without the slightest word, and frantically rushed into the distance.

The others glanced at each other, all panicked, and rushed towards Yang Kan's figure. The dead demon beast was specially returned by Yang Kan to determine the situation. Shen Cong burst out with such an attack, they didn't believe that Shen Cong would not be the slightest weak, if they could pick up the benefits in the end, it would be the most wonderful.

But before Yang Kan's demon beast pounced, it directly turned into two halves of flesh and blood. It was a seventh-order top demon beast, although it was not as good as those demon beasts with ancient bloodlines, but killing an ordinary seventh-order was like playing. But just now, it was cut in two by Shen Cong. Where does this look like weakness, in the heyday of the other people in Tianyue Tower, I am afraid that they do not have such strength. How Yang Kan is not afraid, he is now afraid that as soon as he turns around, Shen Cong will be behind him.

Therefore, Yang Kan didn't even dare to turn back, and fled frantically, turning into streamers one by one, like a lost dog.

Shen Cong stood in place with his eyes closed, and the corpses of Xiao Huangyue and the demon beast had turned into a cloud of ashes. Shen Cong is standing here now, naturally not to remember anything, but to constantly experience the gains brought by the battle just now.

Twelve percent of the intermediate Arcane martial arts, such a move dare not say that it is the seventh order, but it is definitely not the average seventh order can be imagined. Ordinary seventh-order, comprehending the intermediate mysteries to fifty percent, is already about the same. Those disciples of the top sects, such as Xiao Huangyue and others, can break the routine and comprehend more mysteries, such as sixty percent, or even seventy percent and eighty percent.

And the intermediate mysteries they learn are far stronger than ordinary casual cultivation. It can be said that the same fifty percent of the intermediate mysteries, those scattered cultivators that Xiao Huangyue and others can fight, don't even know their parents.

But compared with Shen Congyi, these people are a little lower. The Dark Luo Slash is Shen from his own comprehension, based on the king's sword spirit. It can be said that this will not be inferior in the slightest compared to the creation of an eighth-order powerhouse. And the Dark Luo Slash is more in line with Shen Cong's own, and there will be no delay in using it.

Now there is the blessing of the king's sword, which is equivalent to twelve percent of the intermediate mysteries, and the power can be imagined. Among the seventh order, Shen Cong's secret slash was already quite strong. However, compared to the real Eighth Order, it is much worse. Aside from the aspect of true yuan, the eighth-order king, as long as he reaches the second star, will have his own kingly artistic conception, which has already offset Shen Cong's advantage.

What's more, the two-star king must complete the comprehension of the intermediate mystery of one move, and this gap is even greater. As for comparing with the one-star king, Shen Cong may be able to make a few moves now, and he will also have the opportunity to run away on his own. In other words, Shen Cong has now become one of the dragons and phoenixes, but unfortunately, no one knows this here.

"Advanced mystery, if you can comprehend this, what can you do in the face of an eighth-order powerhouse!"

Shen Cong muttered in a low voice, the intermediate and advanced mysteries are actually the same as the gap between the seventh and eighth orders. Shen Cong's Secret Luo Slash, with the blessing of the king's sword, surpassed the intermediate mysteries of the consummation level, but it was far from the edge of the high-level mysteries. If you have to compare the intermediate mystery with the high-level mystery, then twenty percent of the intermediate mystery can be achieved, and now Shen Cong's secret Luo slash, the real level is only seventy percent.

The advanced mysteries have always been only accessible to the four-star kings and above, because of the series of changes caused by the development of the spatial mysteries on them, it is even more difficult for the cultivators under the four-star kings to comprehend the advanced mysteries.

"Whew!"

Shen Cong exhaled a breath of turbidity, glanced around, and hurried away in other directions. has solved a trouble, it should leave Shen Cong a few days of free time, and this time, Shen Cong naturally has to make good use of it, there are still too many things waiting for Shen Cong to do.

In the mountains, inside a palace.

"Hmm, there are disciples in the sect who have fallen!"

An old man sat cross-legged on the futon and slowly opened his eyes. The old man's eyes were ancient and waveless, and they were no different from ordinary people. But if you look closely, you will find that there are stars twinkling in it, and there are countless stars moving in it, fluctuating according to specific laws.

But when you look closely, you don't find anything, as if everything is an illusion, which is unpredictable.

The old man pinched the seal, and a wave dispersed, but after a moment, a figure appeared in front of the old man, with a respectful expression.

"There should be a disciple in the sect who has fallen outside, you go and find it, if the violent corpse is outside, take it back and bury it in the sect!" the old man said calmly.

The figure was slightly startled, the only people who can be called disciples of the sect by the old man are those who have the hope of breaking through the eighth-order return, and such people are all the pride of the sect, all of them are vigorously cultivated, and there will be many secret treasures in their bodies, ensuring that there will be no other accidents. And other sects will not harm these disciples, so everyone has elite disciples, if you harm one, I will harm one, then it will be okay.

There had been no such disciple for many years, and if it weren't for the old man's special status, the figure would have thought that this would not be a joke.

"The disciple will go right away!"

The figure bowed, then retreated. The old man looked at the sky outside the door, not knowing what to think, and finally closed his eyes again, as if there were not many things in this world that could make him care. As for the death of a disciple with the potential to become an eighth-order, it was just for him to give him an order.

A day later, a piece of news came out that Xiao Huang jumped to his death.

This news is not big, but it is definitely not small. In Tianyue City and Tianyue Tower, everyone who knew the news was shocked. Each sect has spies from his faction, which is a tacit acquiescence to each other, so the news of Xiao Huangyue's death soon spread throughout the sects.

Some people rejoice, some people are anxious, and those who know what is going on are hard to believe. Xiao Huangyue died in the hands of Shen Cong, who Shen Cong was, everyone in Tianyue Tower knew that it was just a newcomer who had just stepped into Tianyue Tower for a while, and he actually killed Xiao Huangyue.

The ordinary casual cultivators in Tianyue City also slowly learned the news, they didn't know who Xiao Huangyue died in, they only knew that he was dead, and this was enough to shock them. In their eyes, Xiao Huangyue was high, and he would definitely be able to become an eighth-order peerless figure in the future, but he didn't expect to die in the end.

"Dead?"

Crack Yang Ming stayed in the inn, shocked and inexplicable. Xiao Huangyue and him came from the same place, since Xiao Huangyue worshiped the top sect, Split Yang Ming has gone from jealousy at the beginning, to envy at the end, and now looking up. But now the person who needs to look up suddenly died, which makes Split Yang Ming a little unbearable.

"Is that him?"

Crack Yang Ming couldn't help but think of Shen Cong, who was trampled by Shen Cong's state of mind, and the person who was most impressed by Split Yang Ming and hated the most was only Shen Cong. Split Yang Ming didn't know how to think of Shen Cong, but immediately shook his head. Xiao Huangyue is such a character, how could he die in the hands of Shen Cong.

And at this moment, in a cave in the jungle, Shen Cong was holding the resting soil, his brows furrowed slightly.