If he knew that he was facing Xiang Minghao, Anzang would never use such a sword.

Xiao Se is bitter and sad, this kind of artistic conception is the perennial soaking emotion of this [Han Shi], the weather is cold and snowy, and the people are crying, which is also the source of their ambition!

He almost built a bridge for him to connect with the autumn weather.

But the more complete "no" is that they shouldn't have been against this person at all!

This almost comical scene should only be found in third-rate scripts, where a robber and a killer attack a scholar at the same time, and then the scholar suddenly turns around and slashes at each other with two knives.

This face-to-face battle can make the audience laugh, but when it happens to such three grandmasters, it only shows some strange coldness.

Futai Crane Inspection, Tianshan Sifeng, and Swallowing the Sun will be the head.

Each identity is enough to tremble, but now it is like a puppet who is watched from the sky and pulled by an invisible puppet.

There are many things that go into accomplishing such a scene, but there is no doubt that these days, where they see or can't see, the playwright collects them one by one.

And Wudong doesn't have time to sort out these conditions now, what he poured into "How is it possible" is actually another layer of emotion - even if it is colliding with the Swallowing Sun, how can it be Xiang Minghao?!

Xianrentai and Tianshan did have the least amount of information from the beginning, but that didn't mean they didn't have an assessment of the incident.

——The Tianshan Mountains started from the Hushan Jianmen Incident, and the Immortal Platform started from the Bowang Soul Capture Bead.

The master of the Hushan Sword Gate is just an old eight life, and he has been stumbling for more than 20 years, and his qualifications are not enough to step into the Xuanmen. The change of such a wall of an old and secluded sect, even if it is targeted by the Happy Death Building, the upper limit drawn by Tianshan is only in the realm of "Tie Yi".

Later, the matter of the Soul Snatcher Bead was discovered, and the ghosts who did it in the Happy Death Building were all in the realm of the vein tree. It wasn't until he encountered the Sun Swallowing Society, and both sides were killed, that Tianshan thought that he had met a Grandmaster of the Eight Beings or Xuanmen who was in the top five hundred of the list, and brought the matter above the Grandmaster.

Shaolong Immortal Terrace is even simpler here, the old man of the soul snatcher is a real seven lives, although it involves a rare thing like Xinpo, but after all, it is only a few catties and a few taels, although it is a secret and dangerous, but it is not a noble thing.

So the two sides invariably drew a sufficiently stable line for this matter - Si Feng Anzang and Crane Inspection have no holes, and they are all leaders in the realm of squeezing their bodies.

In other words, Wudong had already thought that Huan Death Lou would have a person from the third order of the Xuanmen in case there would be, because "safe enough" could appear on either side, maybe this matter would not reach a sufficient level, but since Huan Death Lou had been frustrated, they had nowhere to guarantee that the actor would not make a move.

What's more, such a formation across Shaolong and Xilong is indeed strangely large.

But they never imagined that the Sun Swallowing Society, which also suddenly encountered this incident, would actually send this generation of [Han Shi] to this matter!

This means that they have made an absolute misjudgment - in the eyes of the Sun Swallowing Society and the Happy Death Building, this is not a small fight in the Pulse Tree Realm, nor is it a place for the Sect Master to stretch his hands and feet, this is the time when they really did their best!

Xiang Minghao's sword broke through the fog, and his robe was dyed red with blood.

A low chuckle spreads softly in the night sky.

At this moment, Wudong, who was still angry on his face, suddenly realized that the actor who had succeeded would never leave. In the sudden contraction of his pupils, he didn't have time to pay attention to the faintly outlined fluorescence under the mist, and he shouted angrily: "Help him!" ”

Anzang's heart and lungs clenched for a moment, and he only had time to press the sword and turn back.

Above the night sky, a bleak mark was already lit.

Knife marks.

The night was drizzling, there were no stars and no moon, and the whole world seemed to have been cut open, and Xiang Ming Hao was fighting with his sword, and the autumn air behind him was mighty.

The cold scars cut it all off.

Blood suddenly pulled an equally poignant line in the air, this knife had been accumulated in the darkness and silence for an unknown amount of time, it was still such a quiet and silent cold mark when it came out of its sheath, but when it hit the target, the waves spread out more than ten feet in an instant.

The fog cleared and the night sky cleared.

After the blood marks of the knife, Xiang Minghao suddenly flew down the wet street, and the blood spread on the ground in an instant, and he slowly supported his body with his sword, his face was still flat and cold, but the paleness could not be concealed.

Above the night sky, the black robe clasped his left hand, and his right hand twisted his wrist slightly, crossing the long knife of the snow-bladed with the ink handle in his hand.

This appearance is called [Sima].

He leaned over and stared at the people under the street, and the coldness on the knife became thick again, and the drizzle dripped up, and in an instant it produced a thin frost flower.

There was only a momentary pause, and the shadow of the sword light robe swept down again, and the resolute killing intent was overwhelming.

Xiang Minghao just barely straightened his body, and the sword was horizontal in front of him, and the rain and fallen leaves rose one after another, condensing into a wall of qi.

But before the two sides could fight, a dazzling sword light suddenly swept across the air, and An Zang was out of battle in an instant, and the mighty sword intent came straight to the black robe.

The black robe was off-ended, and the expressionless picture was more like a face, he didn't dodge or dodge, when the sword light was approaching, his wrist suddenly turned, and the cold blade was like a fish skiing on the sword surface, An Zang didn't react to what happened at all, and the black robe had flashed in front of him.

The vast sword light fell into the air.

Amazing swordsmanship!

But almost at the same time, Wudong's cold and angry face had been pressed, even outside the Cloud Lock Zhu Tower, even in the face of the Grandmaster of the Confession Realm, he still did not hesitate to choose to fight dangerously.

The caveless man swept in front of him first, and the sword light appeared from under the flying clothes.

The style of the crane inspection is once again completely different from Si Feng, it is not a big faction with rules and methods, and the magic and magic of swordsmanship and mystery, it is broken and avoided. This sword light is a maggot on the tarsal bone, a poisonous snake wrapped around the neck, and one move is connected, and behind it is a continuous bloody blade shadow.

The black robe leaned to the side, and the knife in his hand was handed out first, and a flying line of blood was brought up under his waist.

There was no reaction, as if it was the body of a puppet, and the true qi was suddenly twisted like a blizzard with a sword without a hole, but in an earlier moment, the black-robed left hand had already met it.

Wu Dong had actually noticed that there seemed to be something hidden in his hand, but when he was ready to face some magic weapon, he was really empty-handed.

With only one index finger stretched out, in the night sky, in front of the sword light qi blade, he calmly and quickly completed a few sketches.

The black robe pressed towards the tip of the sword, and the holeless long sword suddenly emptied.

As if it had been intercepted out of thin air for a period of time, the violent sword light true qi was suddenly behind the black robe.

Between square inches, the cold face and the drama have been forced to face each other. Abrupt pupil constriction without holes. Xuanjin!

And it's a wave of the hand, drawing an empty array!

While his sword skills are close to the gods, he is also a grandmaster of the Formation Dao Transformation Realm!

Leng Run's face was weird and cold, and Wudong immediately hooked his little finger, and the [Jade Tiger] pulled back, but just after the arm was crossed, the opponent's left hand that had just been outlined had come to the front.

The five fingers are solid, clenched into a fist, and the Xuan Qi is full of energy, and a punch will fall straight down without a hole.

Then there was no barrier, and the black robe broke through the rain curtain and was already in front of Han Shi.

At this time, it is the second time to go out.

A knife shook the tide.

After connecting the two outstanding grandmasters, the momentum on the knife was not leaked at all, and the rain mirror leaf screen in front of Xiang Ming Hao was instantly shattered, and in the explosion, a Xiao Ran sword light broke out first.

Xiang Minghao's face was white, his clothes were red, and his sword was bright, and around this sword, the rain and leaves that were scattered by a knife were swept by an invisible force, and bloomed into a lotus flower with a diameter of more than a foot around the sword.

Lotus Heart opened a sword.

The sword held the rain leaves, and the power of the lotus swirl returned to the sword body, and the man was seriously injured, forcibly borrowing the other party's majestic sword momentum to breathe for himself.

But the next moment it was shattered.

There was no expression on the face, and the body under the robe seemed to be really a puppet, and the black-robed man could definitely crack this sword, but he let it penetrate his body.

No one can breathe in this breath.

Exchanging a sword for a sword, this sword is definitely not an injury that can be ignored, but the sword light is even stronger, and the foundation of the strength that Xiang Ming Hao has just sorted out is shattered in an instant, and the street is thirty zhang long, and this knife directly cut him to the end.

Blood and bones flew into the air.

The black robe stepped on the ground again, but at this moment, a sword light suddenly broke through the rain curtain.

Of course, it was fast, but it was just put in the trick just now, but it became the slowest one. But its timing couldn't have been better, like an experienced and patient killer who finally waited for a gap where he could draw his sword.

An incomparably straight, bright, and violent sword light!

In the hands of an old man whose life is dying.

"Yellow Jade" ·

An Zang, who was flying over, couldn't help but be surprised-they had never been prepared to let this old man make a move, especially now that they were not even facing the second order of the Xuanmen, but the real "Confession" Grandmaster, in such a battle, he and Wudong's life were only in an instant.

Ordinary people take Xuanmen as the top of martial arts and a grandmaster, but only when they really have walked a long way in this realm can they know the distance and vastness of it - the gap between "Tie Yi" and "Zhi Que" is sometimes even greater than the gap between one life and seven lives.

The killing of the former to the latter exists only in theory.

But no one can deny that this sword has really worked now.

Killing sideways, the black robed long knife moved forward with awe-inspiring killing intent, and this sword was pressed back with the same violence, anyone could see that the black robe could easily crack this sword, but he had to stop the thunderous forward sword momentum.

The cold play turned towards the old man, but the look back at him was the same cold, and at this moment, the will and sword intent of the person were almost one—they must have been carried out to the end.

Anzang fell from a high-altitude sword, and after a sword encounter, he temporarily gave up the sword fighting method, pinched the trick in front of his chest with one hand, and stared at the black robe below with a frown.

As soon as he turned around to pick up Li Weirujian, the mystic technique of "The Jade Record of the West Sea" would come immediately.

On the other side, Wudong, who was the most injured, had just stood up and stared at it, but coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood first.

But there was no stagnation.

On the long street, the black robe was still straight like a black dragon, and the scene was correct, and at the moment before he was about to bump into Li Weiru, he pushed out his palm to the old man expressionlessly.

The rain curtain suddenly cleared.

In the blazing expansion, bright flames emerged from the void, and a huge fire lotus bloomed on the long street.

It's not a spell, it's not a mystical scripture, it's the art of true qi!

【Immortal Fire】

The true qi of the two hundred and fifty-six meridians poured out, and the heat wave that exploded was like hell, drowning the old man's figure in an instant.

But in such an obstacle, Li Weiru still did not retreat, he slammed out of the fire curtain with his hair burning, but the sword was only a moment slower, and the black-robed sword light had passed.

He broke through the rain with a punch and silently hit the tip of the old man's sword, and the disparity between the mysterious qi suddenly stood out, like a river hitting a stream, and the blood exploded from the old man's body in an instant, Li Wei crashed into the manor like a dead leaf in the wind, and stood up tremblingly with his sword.

And outside the field, Anzang's low shouts resounded throughout the night sky, and the Xuan Qi suddenly went berserk, as if it was torn, and the black robe was the center of it all.

"The Records of the Jades of the West Sea" ·

Wind sword frost knife, Peng Luan feather.

This is the absolute most serious injury, the blood stains on the actor's body exploded and the black robe was wet in an instant, and the scripture book mastered by Tianshan Sifeng was the most powerful means in this battle.

Wudong had not yet applied the Xuan Sutra, and even though he was seriously injured, he still did not stop to fight the sword again.

Without him, occult art is simply not enough to stop his footsteps.

The Xuan Qi in his body exploded like a knife, but in the blood marks around his body, the black robe still ran straight through the knife, and the rain curtain that the black clothes Huo Ran collided with did not have a trace of crookedness.

Wudong raised the sword, this sword actually washed away the viciousness, and it seemed to be as dignified and straight as Anzang.

So the same scene as when he faced Anzang's sword light for the first time appeared here, even if the sword was restrained with such a majestic force, the black robe still slid through it with an extremely light sticker, this kind of impact was familiar to the person, and between the two forces, the two of them had already staggered one after the other.

But in the absence of holes, the impact is an end in itself.

The blades intersect, and the killing intent returns.

[Jade Tiger] twisted his wrist and moved, Wudong had gritted his teeth and was ready to twist Pei Ran's repulsion, but the sword in his hand was weak again and fell into the empty space without strength.

Behind him, the black-robed man gently wiped the long knife with his fingers, and the Xuan Qi lock left by the [Jade Tiger] disappeared silently.

Such as solving a toy for a young child.

Instrument Dao Grandmaster.

The paint on his face became more and more unpredictable, and the black robe was expressionless in front of Xiang Minghao.

The long knife is shiny.

At this time, this Han Shi was completely bloody, and only his skin was miserably white.

He was caught off guard, and was ambushed by the most violent ambush of the Xianrentai Tianshan Mountain, and then suffered the most sincere targeting by such a grandmaster, and he was never able to do it once, just because no one would doubt the consequences of his real action.

But now, there is really no way back.

Xiang Minghao pressed his blood-dripping five fingers to the ground, and looked back at the man in the air with cold eyes.

Seeking up and down is extremely inextensible, only to the body.

The muscles and bones of the spirit body that were melted into the Xuan Qi slowly melted and dismantled, and a mouthful of real, overflowing, and no longer half-dead Qi finally came up.

He took a deep breath, coughed up a mouthful of blood on the ground, surrounded by hundreds of feet, and the rain suddenly stopped.

Suddenly rewinding upwards and back.

After breaking away from the Cloud Lock Zhu Lou and regaining control of the majestic Xuan Qi that belonged to him, [Han Shi] finally showed his due majesty to the name of Ming Hao, and in such a vast situation, the heavens and the earth seemed to be turned upside down.

The mighty heavenly power slammed into the black robe in an instant, the robe swelled like the wind, and the blood mist burst open.

This was the first time that the two Xuanmen peaks really faced each other, and the long knife in the black robe's hand changed its momentum for the first time.

In the power of heaven and earth that collided, this long knife, which was almost overwhelmed, drew a mysterious arc.

No one can understand this scene, the night rain, the mighty autumn air, they almost represent the whole world, the reason why Xiang Ming Hao spread the Xuanmen, is also because of its grasp of such a majestic natural power.

But with one slash, it all fell into the arc.

It seems to be the huge mouth of something, and the entire hundred zhang heaven and earth can only be swallowed in one bite in front of this thing.

The black robe seemed to have an emotional outpouring for the first time, and under the weight of blood and bone trembling, the lower edge of the scene also "clicked" and cracked an arc, like a strange smile.

The arc ends, and the world is clear.

A bleak knife mark flashed, and Xiang Minghao's already broken body suddenly broke, leaving his left shoulder and arm on the street, and his broken body crashed into the manor without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and there was no movement.

The third out.

The black robe slowly retracted his knife and turned around, and the blood wounds on his body closed inch by inch at this time.

The heart-shaking scene looked lightly at the remaining three people in the room.

Just now, under the vigorous attack of the three grandmasters, he killed the Sun Swallowing Society's [Hanshi] Xiang Minghao without losing a sword or retreating, if the three of them did him any harm in the process, it was just because his eyes never left this dangerous enemy.

He is indeed not lightly injured, but now there is only one "Que" here.

(End of chapter)

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