Jin Tie Urn was naturally confident, because he was already in the Six-Rank Heavenly Mind Realm above the Grandmaster.

At this time, the air flow around him was chaotic, and the violent qi was like electricity, which had already torn the clothes that were about to explode.

Bang bang bang!!

Under the sound of Dao cracking brocade, his slightly black muscles swelled one after another, like heavy armor suddenly protruding, and the blood tendons turned into old root knots, bulging violently, densely packed.

In an instant, the huge figure of the golden iron urn, which was originally almost two meters, expanded outward, appearing extremely huge, and the Holy Master with his back to him was like a little dwarf.

"Don't tie your hands yet!!"

The sound of the golden iron urn was like thunder, and the big fist wrapped his terrible strength at this time, and contained the third gravity of the "second dantian".

His huge, slightly black figure instantly crossed about ten zhang, and he was within seven feet of the Holy Master, and the domineering power blasted straight towards the back of the Holy Master's head with this punch.

Rumble!!

A punch settled.

The Holy Master didn't seem to have time to react, so much so that he was completely hit by this punch.

Just as the golden iron urn showed a cruel smile, he suddenly found that the "Holy Master" in front of him had turned into distorted air ripples, as if the phantom of a mirror flower and a moon was quickly dissipating.

It's too fast, creating the illusion that people are still in the same place!

The golden iron urn was stunned, but it became alert for a moment, and its beast-like body was like a hunt, and his divine sense quickly searched the surroundings.

Because of his move, Ji Qianling had already retreated, and the dancers who were originally stepping on the drum and dancing also retreated to the corners and watched.

"Where?"

"What about people!"

"The dignified Holy Master, you actually fled without a fight?!"

When the golden iron urn was taunting madly, he felt something in his heart, turned his head sharply, and finally saw the holy master wearing a ghost face.

Xia Xuan was beside a bare peach tree, raising his hand to pick a peach branch.

When the golden iron urn saw him, he had just plucked the two-foot-long branch.

The branch shook lightly in his hand...

Shake out the black lotus and open the three products.

The black lotus full of destruction suddenly bloomed!

The golden iron urn saw the illusory flower bloom, and the branch had reached him.

But where are the branches?

It was clearly a murderous sword that chased souls and killed people.

The golden iron urn was not slow to react, stepping on the ground with one step, the surrounding wine tables shook three times, and the dishes and wine pots scattered to the ground, making a ping-pong piercing and cracking sound.

And his whole person also surged up with this step, smiling and shaking his fists, sweeping the momentum of thousands of troops towards the three-grade black lotus.

Rumble!

Two forces slammed together.

Jin Tie Urn only felt that his muscles were slightly sore, his invulnerable body actually felt pain, and the killing aura on it made people who didn't know how much evil they had done also feel a trace of coldness, but the offensive of the peach branch on the opposite side seemed to have stopped, and a confrontation was formed.

"Holy Master, that's it! Those supreme magic books are in your hands, it's really a waste!

The golden iron urn grinned, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Through the fragment of "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Joy and Great Happiness", he seized the red pills of many powerful female warriors, and absorbed their powers, which were stored on weekdays, as if they were the second dantian, and when they broke out, they could suddenly and directly superimpose these many forces to form a third offensive in addition to their own blood strength and true qi.

And at this moment, he used the fragment of "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Friendship and Great Happiness" to supplement the power obtained by many female warriors, and spewed out from the "Second Dantian".

This terrifying force, like a reserved, decisive iron horse, rushed between the two opposing armies.

Even if the golden iron urn didn't move, this force had already surged out from his thick right arm like a tide of rage, so much so that others could even see the fluctuating sensation of the muscles on his right arm with the naked eye, and a substantial impact on the true qi inside.

True qi instantly reached the big fist.

"Defeat me!"

The golden iron urn roared angrily, and his huge body took another tough step forward, forcibly holding the three-grade black lotus, driving the triple power to blast towards the opponent.

The opponent did not move, but simply closed his eyes.

He let out a sigh that he didn't understand.

With a sigh, the ink-colored giant lotus that appeared behind him opened three more petals.

The six-grade black lotus, rolling the breath of evil and evil, bloomed on the ordinary autumn peach branch, and turned into the huge mouth of a fierce beast.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The power of blood is melted away by the spinning lotus leaves!

The power of true qi, dissolve!

The power of the second dantian is also gone!

Six-grade black lotus, murderous sword, petals and six leaves, spinning endlessly, dissolving all power!

The golden iron urn only felt that he was suddenly useless, but he couldn't react anymore...

The phantom grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, so much so that all of his sight was occupied by this black lotus.

Although Xia Xuan was wearing a bronze ghost face, at this time he was no longer the drunken little grandfather sitting by the stream or the bohemian little grandfather in the national capital, he just felt that killing people was like breathing, naturally. Why hesitate? Why think about it? Why talk nonsense? Just kill it.

For a moment, he only wanted to kill, and only killing would make him happy.

However, this is nothing more than a six-rank black lotus.

Demonic thoughts are born and extinguished.

He gently pushed the peach branch in his hand, like a sharp-bladed meat grinder's six-grade black lotus, in the process of pounced, the six-leaf black lotus quickly twisted the steel-like arm, and there were bursts of tooth-aching meat grinding and bone breaking.

In Xia Xuan's indifferent pupils, the right arm of the golden iron urn's muscle-exploding was exploding, flying in flesh and blood.

The sharp pain at this moment was transmitted to Jin Tie Weng's brain through the nerves, and Jin Tie Weng's eyes widened in horror, only to feel overwhelmed by a strong sense of fear and remorse.

However, he was no longer powerless to fight against this six-rank black lotus.

At this moment, the one thousand and eight hundred demon disciples suddenly made a move, her figure rose from the ground, as if she was standing on an invisible seat that rose from the ground, and when she reached a distance of three zhang, she suddenly raised her hand and swung a knife.

With the blessing of many demons, Huo Ran turned into a giant crescent moon and slashed fiercely between Xia Xuan and the golden iron urn.

As soon as Xia Xuan raised his head, he looked up at the sword light of the giant crescent moon.

As soon as his eyes flashed, the person had already disappeared in place, and the six-rank black lotus turned into a lightning-like beast, and at the moment when the sword light fell, it had already pierced through the air and covered the golden iron urn.

The golden iron urn stood tense in place, motionless, seemingly unharmed.

And Xia Xuan was already behind him.

At the same time, the giant crescent moon sword light had just fallen, and the ground mountain rock was overwhelmed, and a deep trench was directly cracked.

"It's so fast!!" Tu Qian frowned...

She was about to make another move, but was blocked by Ji Qianling raising her hand.

Ji Qianling saw that everything was just right, and it was up to the point, since it was a deterrent, then it was easy to speak, and he was about to speak.

But before the words reached his mouth, before he could say them, the giant man with more than two meters in the golden iron urn began to let out a miserable shout.

When the demons of the Hidden Demon Sect looked at it, they saw that Elder Jin's steely beast body bloomed with hundreds of fish scale patterns.

The scales of the fish are getting deeper and deeper, and the wound is first white, then light red, then deep red.

Countless pieces of blood spurted out of Elder Jin's body with true qi, and then, pieces of his flesh actually fell to the ground.

The mountain wind blew, and every time it blew, it would blow off a lot of meat, and in the blink of an eye, Elder Jin became a skeleton with only a little bit of flesh and bones, and in the autumn wind, it was particularly infiltrating.

As soon as the wind blows, "he" loses his balance, and falls into a pool of blood on the ground with a "poof", the whole thing is shattered, and the remains of his hands, knuckles, ribs and other bones are scattered to the ground.

The ghost-faced man behind him shook the peachwood branch, shaking off a drop of blood from it.

Evil, full of fire!

Even the demons who have seen a lot of weird killing methods were shocked by this scene.

Spikes.

It's basically a spike.

And it's so ferocious, so evil in seconds!

This scene, like a big hand, slapped Ji Qianling again, making him close the mouth he wanted to speak.

The audience was silent for a while, but soon, they were crushed by Tu Poor's cold snort.

The gray-clothed Hidden Demon Sect elder is a formation master, and now he has obtained the blessing of 1,800 demon disciples with the formation, and his individual strength has been greatly improved in the blessing of this group, although the demon disciples are much worse than the secret demon soldiers, but it is enough to give a formation master the confidence to make a move.

Tu Poor made a move.

It's like a leading general going head-to-head...

Gray shadows flickered.

In the sound of the scream, 1,800 gossamers converged on her, making her produce a third force in addition to her "blood strength" and "true qi", which is the power of the army!

This power is not at all comparable to the "second dantian power" that Jin Tie Urn has saved through the fragment of "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Friendship and Great Happiness" and seized many women's red pills.

The general is the power of the army, and it is common for the general to kill the more products, the stronger the command power and his own force, plus the soldiers are elite enough, the formation is strong enough, and the number of people is enough, not to mention the killing of the first grade, even if it is more than two, three, or four, it is okay, this is the perversion of the formation division.

Tu Qian knew that Xia Xuan's speed was extremely fast, so he didn't slash out the sword light remotely, but directly stepped into the void and flew in, and the huge power contained in the knife in his hand shook the space, and instantly condensed a virtual shadow like a substance.

The heart of heaven is shaken, and the shock is like an image.

The phantom quickly became clear, and when it flew in front of Xia Xuan, it was already a full three feet, and the giant shadow that was nearly ten meters tall raised its long knife and slashed it down.

Xia Xuan raised his hand, shook off the withered peach branch of the blood flower, and then bloomed the six-grade black lotus, and the black lotus twisted, but only twisted a gap in the long knife, but the withered branch was just a withered branch after all, and it seemed to have reached the limit at this time, and it made a "bang" explosion sound.

The sawdust was crushed, and the black lotus withered with the wind.

The power of the long knife in Tu Qian's hand did not decrease at all, but as she approached with her deception, she changed from slashing to cutting, and the direction changed from fighting head-to-head to sweeping towards Xia Xuan's chest.

Thousands of eight hundred people condensed three huge shadows, and the sword was dazzling.

Tu Qiao's hand even seized the opportunity when the opponent's old power was gone and the new force was not born.

Boom!!

There was no accident, and the knife quickly slashed through the ghost-faced man.

There was a popping sound in the air.

However, Tu Poor didn't have the slightest sense of slashing, the holy master in front of him was pierced by the knife, and the whole person was twisted again, turning into a trace of black stripes, like black water waves, and then dissipated.

Tu Qian slashed through the air with a knife, and he was also like the previous golden iron urn, his whole body was tense, his consciousness was scattered, and he searched for the target.

It's so fast!

This kind of attack-speed opponent is like a ghost, and it is extremely difficult!

But normally speaking, once this kind of opponent is cut by himself, even if he is not injured, he will be weakened.

There is no omnipotence in the exercises, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

Tu Qian quickly analyzed, his brain spinning extremely fast.

And when she turned her head, she saw the holy master wearing a bronze ghost face again.

Xia Xuan was still standing in front of a peach tree that had already withered in the autumn wind, his voice was a little uncontrollable and inexplicably cold, with a little smile, and asked inexplicably: "Have you ever seen the black lotus with nine-leaf petals?"

"What?"

Tu Qian was instinctively stunned.

And it was this stunned effort that she saw the ghost-faced man pluck another two-foot peach branch, and saw the ink-like lotus petals outlined on the bare peach branch.

The lotus petals are formed, and nine products are opened.

The speed of the three products is like a ghost.

Six products can turn strength.

Jiupin... And how?

Tu Qian realized that the offensive of the Nine Leaves Lotus Leaf should be stronger than just now, so she was condensed, although the long knife was too late to dance, but the true qi had overflowed all over her body, and she could react at any time, and she had a powerful military array around her, which could be deployed by her.

The two fought extremely fast, and the spectators on the side didn't have time to react at all, nor did they have time to make any remarks in this short moment.

Ji Qianling was shocked by the fact that the golden iron urn was killed in seconds just now, and when she saw this second fight, she finally had a trace of other thoughts in her heart...

He wanted to see how strong this holy master really was.

The nine-leaf lotus opened in an instant.

Just open the distance, already in front of you.

Not in front of the poor, but in front of the thousand and eight hundred demons.

[Twelve Rank Black Lotus Sword Song] focuses on killing, slaughter, not assassination.

Assassination kills one person, slaughters kills a group.

The speed of the ghost allowed Xia Xuan to directly pass through the slaughter of the poor, and with a slash of the peach branch, the huge nine-rank black lotus had already turned into a spreading pitch-black lotus wheel.

The lotus wheel flew into the army like a rapidly spinning sword wheel, and blood splattered, and wails rose instantly.

In just one moment, an unknown number of lives have been harvested.

As his life passed, the strength of Tu Qiao's body was also rapidly weakening.

When she reacted and hurriedly turned around and shot behind her, Xia Xuanru had been waiting for her to make this move, this flaw,

So, almost at the same moment she turned around, her figure had disappeared in place.

When it reappeared, a peach branch had already passed through the heart of the gray-clothed elder,

The tips of the branches came out through the chest, stained red with blood.

Xia Xuan and Tu Poor were close for a moment, and the world stood still for a moment.

Before Tu Qian could say anything or make a move before he died, he felt that the true qi of the peach branch inserted in his heart was instantaneous,

Her eyes were dark, her heart was broken, and she was no longer alive.