Yan Song smiled fiercely, and waved his palm again with a flick of his fingers.

A blue wind like an overwhelming sea, the iron ox ploughed the ground, swept in.

Xia Ze's face changed suddenly, and just as he wanted to use his own aura to infuse the Divine Walking Armor Horse Talisman on his knees, the man had already killed in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The martial artist and the qi refiner fought to the death, which was nothing more than two situations. Either the martial artist can get close to the qi refiner faster and stop the qi refiner from forming the seal and pinching the technique, or the qi refiner can prevent the martial artist from rotating the martial artist's true qi.

The sword of the Eight Desolations in his hand, dancing up and down like a butterfly in a flower, layer by layer of sword intent, the general wave, constantly superimposed, and it is the family heirloom swordsmanship used by Mu Tao and Lin Luqing when they competed.

The sword intent first pierced the gangfeng, and bursts of explosions resounded all around, Yan Song's eyes were full of surprise, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, one hand and two fingers clamped Xia Ze to stab a sword, and the other hand continued to condense the strong fist intent.

The wisps of invisible sword qi swayed on Yan Song's body, in addition to destroying his upper clothes, Yan Song's bronzed skin only left a faint white trace, and the body of the martial artist of the Six Realms was as hard as pig iron.

At the moment, no matter how hard Xia Ze tried, he couldn't pull out half of the sword in his hand from Yan Song's hand, and the fist intent in the man's hand had already condensed into a black qi visible to the naked eye, and the killing intent in his eyes had also climbed to the peak.

"Boy, I'll teach you a lesson, the fist of the martial artist of the Ascending Peak Realm is fought like this."

The man was about to punch down, Xia Ze suddenly let go of the sword in his hand, and his hands quickly sealed in the light of the lightning.

"Thunder in the palm of your hand?"

The white electric light reflected Yan Song's murderous look more and more terrifying, and a strong thunderbolt erupted from the young man's palms and poured on Yan Song's face, and the staggered vertical and horizontal fire and lightning streams were like small snakes, swimming on Yan Songzhou's body, and even the hair on the top of his head was suddenly raised because of the electricity.

The gap between the Stubborn Stone Realm and the Ascending Peak Realm is no longer something that the Heavenly Trench can describe, of course, it can't cause him great damage, but it's enough.

Yan Song's figure appeared half a minute sluggish, Xia Ze took advantage of the situation to pull out the Eight Desolation Sword of Separation from Fire in his fingers, how did he expect that the punch containing a strong fist intent was still a blow down, with a loud explosion that resounded through the sky, Xia Ze's original position, a nine-foot-deep fist mark appeared, and the shattered rock dust was blasted into the air by the terrifying fist gang......

Xia Ze was knocked away by this wave of air, rolled on the ground three feet, and finally hit his head on a tree, and the tree was broken by the waist before he stopped.

Xia Ze vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body churned like a sea.

As the layer of golden armor on his body shattered to the ground, the Heavenly King Hanging Armor Talisman shattered abruptly.

If it weren't for this high-level talisman that offset most of the fist intent, and the pendant on his body also suffered a part of the damage, with his current cultivation, against the fist of the martial artist of the Six Realms, it would be estimated that he would have drunk Meng Po soup on the Nai He Bridge.

It's not that he is reluctant to hold this half-immortal soldier in his hand, when he really faces a strong man like Yan Song, relying on the wooden family heirloom swordsmanship used by this sword is his only chance, losing this sword is like fish and meat on the board, let others slaughter.

"Didn't you just say that you were going to clean up with me, what, this will know how powerful?" The smile on Yan Song's face was full of murderous intent, and he slowly walked towards Xia Ze's position.

Xia Ze smiled self-deprecatingly with a bitter face, and it was very difficult to get up with the support of his sword.

"First of all, I brought a half-immortal soldier sword, then the Shenxing Armor Horse Talisman, the Heavenly King Hanging Armor Talisman, and then I used the Palm Thunder in the Taoist Five Thunder Tiangang Righteous Method, boy, I am becoming more and more curious about your mentorship and heels."

Yan Song came to Xia Ze, took off the pendant around his neck, and then kicked him down.

"But don't get your hopes up, I'll still kill you here, no matter what sect forces are behind you."

Yan Song looked at the pendant in his hand, opening and closing slightly like a heart, and the strange patterns on it would be accompanied by "breathing"

, rhythmic flickering, but no clue can be seen.

Xia Ze suddenly began to laugh loudly, even though he was seriously injured.

Yan Song looked suspicious: "Hey, kid, what are you laughing at?" ”

Xia Ze's body trembled with laughter, and it wasn't until Yan Song stepped on his chest and stepped him into the dirt that he stopped laughing.

Xia Ze coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and the mockery and ridicule in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest: "What about the martial artists of the Six Realms, I really doubt that you have trained your brains into muscles over the years, how did you live to this age when you are so stupid." ”

Yan Song heard this ridicule, and was just about to finish Xia Ze, when a burning sensation suddenly came from his palm, and this feeling quickly turned into a heart-rending pain, reaching the internal organs.

Yan Song looked at the palm of his hand, the strange pendant was absorbing his blood, and with the blood constantly entering the jade pendant, the lines on the jade pendant were shining and flickering wildly.

In the distance, the horse carrying He Xi somehow suddenly raised its hooves high, screaming sadly, the horse's eyes gradually turned gray-white, and pieces of fish scale-like textures began to appear on its body, and immediately flames.

The horse's forefoot and hooves rubbed vigorously on the ground, and He Xi ran in the direction of the town without stopping, and when he ran, he was swept up in a gust of wind and flames, and the flying clouds and lightning disappeared.

Yan Song shouted in his heart that he was not good at the plan, and he was just about to pull out his legs to chase after him.

In the meridians of his body, there was a sudden cold and piercing pain, and he had no choice but to endure the severe pain, and threw the pendant in his hand with the flesh and blood in his palm, stabbing it, and throwing it on the ground.

Where the blood was low, the grass on the ground was covered with a faint layer of white frost, and Yan Song's facial features, because of the severe pain, were almost convulsed to the point of deformation, and that cold air flow had suddenly flowed into the veins of the whole body, and even hindered the operation of true qi.

"This thing...... Poisonous? ”

The strange jade pendant rolled on the ground, rubbed off Yan Song's flesh and blood, jumped a few times, and flew back into Xia Ze's palm again.

"Well done little guy." Xia Ze smiled, and then immediately strode towards Yan Song, and punched the dantian abdomen.

Yan Song endured the pain, his body was a little sluggish, and he resisted with one hand, and the young man suddenly changed his attack, jumped high and then stepped heavily on Yan Song's shoulder, and fled.

The young man crossed Yan Song, picked up the Divine Walking Armor Horse Talisman, and plunged headlong into the deep mountains.

"Good boy, so cunning and insidious, if you don't kill this person, I swear that I will not be a person."

Yan Song took a sharp breath of martial arts true qi, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, that toxin was quite tricky, it was like an old tree rooting to absorb the tendons and veins, and it was simply wishful thinking to use the true qi to force it out.

Without hesitation, he took out two Yin Cao Borrowing Pills from his arms, swallowed them in one gulp, and his face quickly returned to normal. It's just that this Yin Cao Borrowing Shou Pill has a great effect, but it can only temporarily suppress the backlog of toxins, and the side effects are extremely great, it will deplete the martial artist's physique little by little, and he will definitely not take it unless he has to.

And Qian Dai, who had already died, according to his original plan, would become a killing puppet under his hands with no humanity in less than half a jiazi.

Yan Song thought about it for a while, and now the woman named He Xi has probably been brought back to the town by that strange horse, and there is another saint in the town, and going back is tantamount to killing herself.

Since this is the case, then you must not let go of that cunning wild boy, kill him first, and then take down that half-immortal soldier!

Yan Song slowly walked towards the deep mountains, and the surrounding trees were washed by this killing aura, and the iron trees bloomed like flowers, bursting open......