"Haha! If you hit the small one, you will come to the big one!

Between the lightning and flint, he clearly felt the unsplit edge contained in the knife technique, Song Yifei laughed, and his palms turned into a palm shadow that shrouded the four poles, and they all burst out together!

The eighth style of the six yang palms of the Tianshan Mountains - the day sun is now shining!

Rumble!

The Dao Phantom of the two palms collided with the surging sword qi, and under the collision of the majestic power, a ripple force field spread sharply, like a thunderstorm, dividing the hundred zhang square circle into red and black, like the flow of yin and yang!

Everywhere the ripples went, the air made the sound of firecrackers exploding, and the unparalleled force shattered everything within a radius of ten zhang.

All the flying gravel around Song Yifei was stirred into dust by the energy ripples.

The black and red sword qi and the palm shadow offset each other, and after the qi exploded, Song Yifei cast Ling Bo micro steps, and took a few steps back lightly, opening up a distance.

"Intermediate Grandmaster, Your Excellency should be the master of the six gates, Shura Dao Xiao Han, right?"

"I didn't expect you to know me! In that case, then I'll just waste your limbs!

A cold, serene low chuckle floated out of the smoke and dust.

"Oh!"

Song Yifei raised his eyebrows, looked ahead with a smile on his face.

Dada!

Rustling footsteps sounded, and the black-red true qi stirred, shaking the smoke and dust all over the sky, revealing an arrogance flying, and his face was pale and gloomy, full of death and ominous figures.

The figure looked at Song Yifei with a gloomy and ruthless gaze, and the tyrannical sword intent continued to impact in all directions.

This figure, which looks more like a demon dao person than a demon daoist, is Xiao Han, the master of the six gates, who cultivates and makes both the righteous and the demon very feared.

Xiao Han is not a member of the royal family, nor does he have any royal blood and relationships, he can sit in the position of the master of the six doors, all by his own ability, step by step from the bottom, he is a person who has experienced a hundred battles, nine deaths, and is an absolute practical person.

With an expressionless face, he glanced at the corpses of Jiang Yaokun and Long Yin Zhenren flying to the side, as well as Jiang Huaixin, who had just recovered, and Xiao Han made a stiff sound like steel rubbing.

Airplanes!

Xiao Han suddenly erupted with a killing intent as strong as substance, and the intersection of black and red flashed in the depths of his pupils.

A fierce, cold, and expectant sneer suddenly appeared on his pale face:

"Break the laws of the Empire! Kill the royal family! You! Want! How! Die!"

The people around who did not leave, seeing Xiao Han who appeared, listening to the cold words, only felt an incomparable shadow of death, with an image of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, ghosts crying and howling, and suddenly knocked on their hearts, and their bodies involuntarily regressed in fear.

"Whew! This murderous aura, evil aura, is really the same as the rumors! It's completely a murderous human demon!"

Someone exhaled deeply, and muttered to himself with trembling lips.

To be able to accumulate such a strong murderous aura, it is impossible to accumulate it without killing tens of thousands of people.

Legend has it that in order to accumulate murderous energy and cultivate, Xiao Han still has a job on weekdays, that is, an executioner.

The person he killed was not a severed head, but also cut into slices of pulp, which was even more crazy, cruel, and tyrannical than Ling Chi.

Some people say that he is too murderous, his heart is twisted, and he has already gone crazy. Although it still nominally bears the name of the owner of the six doors, it has long been blocked.

At this time, it seems that although the rumors of madness are wrong, this murderous nature is not false at all.

Thinking of all kinds of rumors about Xiao Han, this group of people didn't dare to report their luck, so they turned around and left without hesitation.

"Kill me! Hehe! I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet!"

Facing the murderous and terrifying Xiao Han, Song Yifei smiled faintly, and the Stygian Sea behind him was transformed into a different phase of the Northern Darkness True Qi, and there were bursts of ripples, and a sound like the tide slapping and washing suddenly sounded, as if there was boundless power, constantly brewing in the void and invisibly!

"Humph!

In the face of Song Yifei's ridicule, Xiao Leng smiled into a cruel smile, and his right hand slowly held on the handle of the saber.

Rumble!

Xiao Han's body was up and down, and suddenly burst out with majestic red and black true qi, and at the same time, it was silent, deadly, and killing, and the endless killing intent filled the heavens and the earth, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a tomb of the underworld, and a hell of nine shades, which suddenly descended on the world.

Boom!

A sound of gold and iron resonance, incomparably clear, a little black and red light instantly gathered, condensed, into a ray of light like a substance, tightly attached to the knife, the air is in the sky, up to ten zhang, a little bit of black and red light, like a firefly in the flight of the fire, the cruel burst of killing intent, into a beautiful spectacle.

The first kill of the Shura Killing Dao - non-heaven!

A magnificent sword aura, carrying immeasurable murderous aura, immeasurable darkness, immeasurable ferocity, encompassing heaven and earth, covering the sky, pouring out!

The path of Shura is one of the six paths, reincarnated by humans or gods, with great murderous nature, great supernatural powers, and also seven emotions and six desires, and is an invincible existence of demigods and half-humans.

Asura is irritable and aggressive, brave and good at fighting, fierce and can fight ghosts and gods, both good and evil, advocating the ultimate in strength, the ultimate in fighting, and the ultimate in killing and cruelty.

It is precisely for the pursuit of the ultimate in tactics that he was born, the more he fights, the stronger he becomes, the more he kills, the more crazy he becomes, he is born to kill, and he lives for war.

The moment the knife fell, the knife intent flooded the entire space!

The naked eye turned into pitch black, as if the heavens and the earth had sunk at this moment, and had come to the end of time, the end of life, and fell into boundless darkness!

The terrifying sword qi poured out, and everything that was thought, thought, thought, heard, and felt was all subjected to the invisible sword intent, suppressed, hit, and cut, and lost all perception with the outside world.

This knife did not stir up a howling wind, and the surrounding air did not rush in the slightest. But in Song Yifei's heart, there was a sense of danger.

Where the blade was heading, the skin, flesh and blood, and true qi began to separate on their own, as if they had been split by the knife, and began to crack, die, and wither!

This person's sword technique, sword intent, and sword momentum are three points stronger than Mu Tianyang, who does not perform extraordinary sword techniques.

No wonder he dared to speak wildly, he did have the strength to kill the grandmaster.

Facing the terrifying knife technique that he had never encountered before, Song Yifei's heart was surprisingly calm, extremely calm, and his heart was clear and transparent, illuminating his whole body.

"Your sword skills are very strong, and you are the strongest one among the people who fight with me!"

"But!

Inadequate!

Not enough!

Because

I'm stronger than you!

Bang!

Song Yifei stepped on his feet suddenly, suddenly twisted his waist, bowed down, pinched his five fingers, and pushed out with both palms. With the power point under his feet as the center, the earth collapsed, and thousands of earth dragons rolled, cracked, and soared!

Roar!

In an instant, in the space of dozens of zhang around Song Yifei, the sound of a fierce wind roared sound, like the roar of millions of wind dragons.

The air turned into a tide, roaring and surging wildly!

A ferocious, hideous, furious, and winding dragon beast poked out of the smoke and dust with a terrifying head, with thunder and death, the waves of the Stygian Sea, the primeval wilderness, crashing into the bursting sword light.

The seventh style of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending - shocked for a hundred miles!