The moment the Xuanming monk was cracked all over his body, and he fell to the ground covered in blood, Lu Qianqiu swung his knife like a dragon, and drowned out thousands of swords to drown the soul-chasing old man, causing very little damage, only leaving a few bloody wounds outside the soul-chasing old man's body, and it did not hurt the vital point.

"In this battle, there is no life or death!"

Lu Qianqiu shouted, his will resonated with the artistic conception of the knife path, and his body also merged with the long knife in his hand, and the whole person disappeared under the sky, replaced by a torrent of sword qi dozens of zhang long, splitting the sky and the earth, and slashing the ghost and slammed into the soul-chasing old man.

Compared to a moment ago, the soul chasing old man who had fought with Monk Xuanming was already a little depressed, looking at the torrent of sword qi that split the sky in half, the old guy forcibly pressed a mouthful of blood gushing up his throat, his left arm was swollen and twisted, and the green veins and veins were bulging, and they burst open with a click, rising up a large area of blood mist.

"Demon Disintegration!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blood mist boiled and burned, like fireworks.

The torrent of sword qi that slashed down horizontally crackled and shattered in the blood mist that exploded.

Lu Qianqiu was defeated, and like Monk Xuanming, he was covered in blood and fell to the ground in the distance with his dying breath.

There was not much joy on the face of the soul chasing old man, although he won, but it was also a tragic victory, the price paid was too huge, the martial arts Xuangong he cultivated was incomplete, forcibly operated, lost his life and short life, and cut down the source of qi and blood, not to mention, and now he has laid a miserable victory at the cost of paying an arm.

It can be said that he has lost hope for further progress for the rest of his life, and can only struggle to wander in the realm of the Divine Hidden Realm.

"Die! The old man wants to refine the two of you into a blood pill to make up for the loss of my qi and blood origin! The old man chasing the soul looked at Lu Qianqiu, who had lost his ability to resist, like a fish on the board, and a monk Xuanming.

And at this moment.

Dozens of miles away on a mountain cliff.

"Can you make a move now?" The female sect master looked into the distance and asked.

Unconsciously, she had been transferred by Fang Ping's will.

"It's okay, don't hold back, one hit will kill." Fang Ping swept out of the air, fell off the cliff, shuttled through the dense primeval forest, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed dozens of miles of rivers and mountains and arrived near the soul-chasing old man, holding the innate Xuan Soldier, refining with vitality, and the thirteen vertical pupil eyeballs imprinted on the outside of the sword body opened in order.

One, two, three, four!

There are four vertical pupils that resuscitate the eyeballs.

The vitality invested can devour the vitality of a person who has become the ninth powerhouse of the Heavenly and Human Realm, and there is not a drop left, but Fang Ping's body is full of golden true blood, and the life energy contained in the golden true blood is endless, just like the ancient divine beast, it is more than enough to revive the four vertical pupil eyeballs.

Buzz –

The blood of the shark tooth blade flowed, and the four open vertical pupils also continued to flow warm and hot blood in the eyeballs, and the bones turned around, and the vitality locked the soul chasing old man not far away.

The female sect master took the lead, the innate Xuan Soldier in her hand was called Xuan Luo, the sword body was pink, as thin as autumn water, beautiful, the tail of the sword was a lotus, the sword head was hollow out, and the whole body looked like a noble and elegant spirit beast, which was completely different from the sea of corpse and blood emitted by the innate Xuan Soldier in Fang Ping's hand, and the demonic bloodthirsty aura.

Sou!

Leaving an afterimage on the spot, the secret light of the human body in the main body of the female sect was sheng, and the inner qi of the whole body rushed out of the woods, and under the unforeseen circumstances of the soul chasing old man, he launched a sword that shocked the world and snatched away the light of Zhou Tian.

"You are ......" The old man's pupils changed greatly, his consciousness rippled, the pink long sword in the woman's hand, the fluctuation of the qi machine, actually had a mysterious power that penetrated the flesh and cut people's hearts, and the old man who was shrouded in this power wanted to dodge, but the body did not obey the call, as if he was imprisoned in place.

Slash!

The pink sword qi attached to the complete sword path artistic conception cut off the soul chasing old man's body, separating his upper body from his lower body.

"Ahhh

The soul-chasing old man screamed miserably.

"Ten Thousand Killing Building...... You are the Tianzi-level killer of the Ten Thousand Killing Building......"

Judging the woman's identity from the woman's cold and mysterious temperament, clothing, and soul-chasing old man, the waist wound squirmed to stop bleeding, according to the vitality of the strong man in the Divine Hiding Realm, he could survive for a long time if he was cut off by the waist, and the soul-chasing old man had a strong desire to survive, "Don't kill me...... The old man has martial arts and Xuangong, as well as ...... The chance of pouring the sky is related to a martial arts giant......"

The wind and sand rose suddenly, a sword blade was like a shark's tooth, and four vertical pupil eyeballs were rotating outside the sword body, surging with blood and drifting, and the five-foot long sword of the blood and sea of corpses was slashed down from top to bottom.

"Innate Xuan Bing!"

The soul chasing old man glared in despair, his upper body split into two halves from the center of his eyebrows, he couldn't believe it before his consciousness was dissipated, he couldn't accept this result, and he also figured out why the news of his hiding in Wuyang County leaked out, attracting so many masters of the rivers and lakes, it must be the two killers in front of him who secretly pushed it!

The two of them were not sure to assassinate him, so they attracted the masters of the rivers and lakes who had a deep blood feud with him, consumed his combat power, and finally took advantage of the weakness, but it was meaningless, and after thinking about this, he couldn't survive.

"What did he say, he had a monstrous chance, related to a martial arts giant?" Fang Ping stared at the corpse of the soul-chasing old man, and after making sure that there was no life, he said.

Shantai Qingluo's jaw nodded slightly, she also heard it, but Fang Ping didn't wait for anyone to finish his words and slashed the old man with a sword, of course, she wouldn't blame Fang Ping, she could succeed this time, from beginning to end it was Fang Ping's single-handedly plan, not to mention that the soul chasing old man is not an easy person, he has martial arts and Xuangong, and has practiced for more than three hundred years, and it is impossible to be obedient when he reaches the end of the road.

Leave the old puppet to talk nonsense, delay time, and there will be some kind of variable.

"That's it, it's useless to think too much, killing this liao today can not only complete the Tianzi-level task, but also avenge the previous generation of the sect master of Mingyue Palace, and you can end a matter on your mind." Fang Ping skillfully handled the corpse of the soul chasing old man, and there were still a lot of things that broke out, without studying it carefully, he stuffed it into his pocket.

"What are they going to do." Tantai Qingluo pointed to Lu Qianqiu, who was unconscious and dying, and the monk Xuanming.

In addition to them, there are dozens of masters of the rivers and lakes lying now, some of them are dead, and some are in a coma.

"......" Fang Ping nodded, and the female sect master didn't mention it, and he forgot about it.

And then.

Under the gaze of Lantai Qingluo, Fang Ping touched Monk Xuanming and touched Lu Qianqiu, and the dozens of Jianghu masters lying on the scene did not let go, just in response to the old saying: Thunder, rain and dew are all gentlemen, and someone else is not the kind of person who favors one over the other.

(End of chapter)