He began to conceive again of the wonderful feeling of taming the sword of kingship, sketching in his mind little by little that the furious, supreme sword roaring in his hand, and the final result was without exception his perfect taming of that power. At that moment, his kendo will definitely improve again, and Minglang is immersed in the beautiful imagination of the crazy power.

He tilted his head slightly to the right, and next to him was a young girl codenamed "Rouge Tears". Rouge Tears slowly stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, her eyes locked on Minglang at her side, and her long black hair fell down to block half of her face.

It seems that the old problem of rouge tears has been committed again. This bewitching and charming woman successfully seduced all the men on the West Peak to the bed, except for Ming Lang, because he had little interest in women, although his appearance was already gray-haired, but in fact, his age was considered young among all the elders, and he had never had a relationship with any woman in a hundred years, but was just obsessed with cultivating the Xuan and practicing the sword. And Rouge Tears is a woman who likes geniuses and strong people, Minglang's blindness to her is undoubtedly the biggest frustration for her, she vows to get this man in order to complete the goal of conquering the entire West Peak, and then there is Meng Changfeng, that is the most outstanding genius in the entire Wuenmen, Rouge Tears has been coveted for a long time. Originally, she was a very beautiful woman, and Minglang didn't dislike her so much, if he tamed the royal sword in the future, he would go to bed with her last time to celebrate, Minglang thought endlessly.

The two of them reached the top of the giant pit, this was the first time Ming Lang saw this huge vertical shaft, its surface plane was about the size of the three West Peak Halls, and its depth was enough to accommodate a small half of the Hengfu River. At this moment, bright red crystals erupted from the side rock walls, falling into the depths of the crater. The red crystals slammed into the wall of the well, and the force of the impact was so great that even the surrounding rock walls were dented. A thick red mist filled up from the bottom of the pit, and Minglang took a deep breath and immediately held his breath.

It was scorching heat. It was no wonder that there was such a thunderous sound coming from this huge pit, and thousands of Gu Yang Pills and Red Flame Crystals stored in the rock wall were all pouring into this big pit. Thousands of Gu Yang Pills and Chi Yan Crystals were nothing compared to this huge pit, but when they were mixed with the stagnant water in the pit, they formed a "hot water" that was extremely fatal to the evil things, and these seemingly ordinary red water streams were probably not even as high as magma. It seems that those guys in the depths of the tunnel have not succeeded, Zhao Huafu still controls the Cangyue Xuanzhou, he wants to open the tunnel in advance and inject the evil emperor and the water of the Tianhe into this big pit.

There was no choice but to let Elder Zhao die.

There was no half of a figure on the tunnel platform, and the workers who worked here seemed to have fled, Minglang frowned slightly, and walked slowly against the wind. According to the intelligence, there was not even a single Fa Xuan Realm Mystic in this huge pit except for Zhao Huafu, so it was impossible to pose any threat to them.

At this moment, a faint sound of iron chains shaking came from below, and Minglang suddenly stopped in vigilance.

The lifting platform slowly rose up, saying that it was a lifting platform, but in fact it was just an iron plate held in place by a rope and then transported upward by pulley. A man dressed in a shroud stood on top of the iron plate, holding a cold blade with endless killing intent in his hand.

Long Yuan, this man carries one of the supreme seven swords of the Wu'en Sect!

He stood as tall as a mountain in the midst of the storm, countless red crystals fell from his side, and the red mist suspended in the air, as if he was standing in the midst of blooming fireworks.

Minglang almost subconsciously held down the hilt of the sword. The man stood in the red mist, like a killing god returning from hell, and the hand that fell to his side was so steady, Minglang knew that when he drew his sword, this hand would only be more stable.

There was a continuous sound of swords in the distance, it was Harue Ye who was preparing to approach here, and he wanted to kill with one blow in the way he was best at. The man stood motionless in place, but his eyes accurately followed the figure of Chunjiang Ye's movement, without a trace of gap, and the sword qi on his side gradually surged, and it had become a flame burning.

"Don't try to sneak up on him, he's the same kind of person as you. Minglang said slowly to the rear.

He had already understood that the lift platform where the man was a shortcut to the tunnel, and they had to go in that direction. Holding your breath for a long time is easy for the Xuan, but once they are caught in a battle, not being able to adjust their breath through breathing can also be a bit dangerous for them.

Since sniping is useless, then there is only a strong attack, Minglang suddenly ordered, "Do it!"

Rouge Tears rushed out first, rushing into the tunnel platform in front of her. She turned around gracefully, and the flying sword under her feet suddenly spun around, and slammed into the man with the side of the sword. At the same time as Edgeworth, Rouge Tears pulled out the sword at his side and flipped down, using the flying sword under his feet as a defense.

The man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the sword, and the flying sword stopped instantly, and with the power of rouge tears, he couldn't move it even more, as if it was blocked by a big mountain. The huge thrust rebounded completely, and the rouge tear wrist bone was instantly bruised, and the joint was almost torn.

Rouge Tears gave up the frontal attack in shock, her body turned and rushed from the flank, and in the next moment, a short sword flashed out of her chest, and before she could hold the dagger, the man's hand had already appeared in front of her, just lightly raised and wiped, Rouge Tear's shoulder was suddenly dislocated, and she couldn't even feel her arm.

Then the man stretched out a finger and flicked it "lightly" on Rouge Tear's temple, and Rouge Tear completely lost consciousness.

He stepped out of the darkness of the tunnel, pinning a black medallion to his chest.

"The Pitch-Black Sky Killing Sword", everyone knows that mark, this man who assisted Zhao Huafu turned out to be the person who blasphemed the "Sword"!

Minglang was inexplicably excited, he had long known that blasphemy was not as simple as it seemed, there must be a genius like Meng Changfeng hidden inside. What he is looking forward to the most is this kind of fierce opponent, from the first appearance, the man has shown his immovable composure and absolute superiority, very good, only this kind of person is worthy of his opponent.

The man strode out of the tunnel and walked straight towards Minglang and them, and at this moment there was a smell of charging.

Xifeng could no longer restrain his attack, and Rouge Tears' partner "Drunken Qiongzhi" followed, and she jumped straight out of the flying sword. The man leapt into the air, dodging the drunken Qiongzhi's slash by a fraction of a second, and then pressed one hand on her shoulder and gave her a thrust. The next moment, Drunken Qiongzhi's shoulder instantly dislocated, and flew out obliquely like a fallen leaf. The man took the long sword on Zui Qiongzhi's side, swept it with the blade, slashed the red mist on his side, and then threw the sword through Feng Irisong's chest.

The rest of the team leaders all rose against the wind and threw themselves into the man in the air, and the straight stab of "Hua Manlou" was violently shaken away by the force, and the next moment his wrist was shocked and dislocated; "Qianqiu Xue" just jumped up half of his body from the ground and was trampled on the chest by the man, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog and fainted...... In the heavy rain and red mist, the figures came and went, and the leaders of Xifeng were shot down by the men one after another, and he didn't even pull out his sword from beginning to end.

Minglang suddenly smiled and applauded vigorously, "It's really wonderful!"

The scene in front of him was too spectacular, the black-gray figure jumped on the rock platform, and as long as he passed, the team leaders fluttered away like dust in the wind. The man didn't even use his power much, his speed and accuracy were demonic, and finding the gap for the team leaders to attack was as skillful as a cook. This is similar to Minglang's kendo, he believes that everything in this world has a gap, and as long as you find this gap, you don't even need to use much force to separate them entirely, whether it's a human body, a rock, a stream of water, or even a mysterious force.

The agility of the man's body was simply incredible, and most of the team leaders' attacks were reversed by him at extremely strange angles, and then the bodies of those West Peak geniuses were as if they had hit his knees and elbows. In the end, the man didn't even have to land to borrow strength, he only needed to bombard the body of the team leader to be in absolute superiority in the air all the time.

Drunken Qiongzhi fell from the sky, and the flying sword in his hand slashed at the back of the man's neck like Mount Tai falling. This woman entered the West Peak at the same time as Rouge Tears, but the sword qi was known for its fierceness, and even sometimes she forgot that even her own bones would be broken by the sword qi when she went all out.

This is also the first time that Minglang has seen Drunken Qiongzhi use a two-handed sword, and there is a faint white light in the sword light, just like a blooming tender fragrant snow. This is an ingenious trick to shield the eyes, and there is a wonderful imprint engraved on the sword in Zui Qiongzhi's left hand, which produces light and shadow in the catalysis of Xuan Li and the extremely high-speed slash, like the vast fragrant snow grass spinning and falling.

Almost at the same time, with the help of the cover of the Drunken Qiongzhi Twin Swords, Feng Rusong came out from under him. He had been hiding in a dark corner, and when he finally seized the opportunity, his serrated heavy sword cut straight at the man's legs.

Minglang's eyes widened and he was concentrating, he wanted to know how the man would respond to this attack, the combination of Feng Irimatsu and Zui Qiongzhi was wonderful, and almost all the man's retreats were blocked. Until now, the man's dodge and attack had been flawless, but if he didn't draw his sword and cover his body with sword energy, how could he solve this killing game? He had to deal with two completely different attacks at the same time. Minglang hopes that the man can be handled beautifully and perfectly, the beautiful Drunken Qiongzhi and the fierce Feng Irisong will not matter if they are all dead, Minglang just wants to see a beautiful performance, as long as he is alive, Xifeng will not fall.

To Minglang's surprise, the man did not dodge but jumped straight up and met the blade of the fragrant snow grass above.

"It's like you've gotten into a desperate situation. Minglang muttered. There are enemies above and below, and the man has nowhere to borrow his strength in the air, so he can only control the Xuan Li to hold his breath while dodging the attack, just like dancing on a tightrope and then dodging a hundred and ten flying swords.

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and put his hand into the cloud of fragrant snow grass sword light, he passed through the sword light and grabbed the girdle on Drunken Qiongzhi's body, and pulled her down violently!

Although Feng Irimatsu was a violent maniac, he was not so mad that he wanted to cut through his companion's body, so he had to forcibly withdraw the blade. Then Drunken Qiongzhi was stepped on the chest by a man who fell from the sky, smashed into the surrounding rock wall, and passed out in an instant. The man tapped lightly on the corner of the rock wall, picked up Feng Rusong's neck, and slammed an elbow on his temple.

Wind Irisong, who fainted like a dead dog, fell to the ground and bounced a few times, and the man didn't even look at it, just walked straight to his last enemy, Minglang, who was slowly drawing his sword.

"I have a few questions before the battle, what is your ranking in the Blasphemy?" Minglang asked with a slight narrowing of his eyes.

He wanted to know the answer too much, he had never heard of a man in the sky before, he had only heard of "sword" and "evil", and he wanted to know how strong this man was.

"Fifth. ”

Minglang was shocked. Such a fierce offensive can be called a perverted reaction analysis, and it can only be ranked fifth in the blasphemy? So who are the top four? How perverted are they?

The second question ...... "Minglang has a horizontal sword on his body, and the blade of the sword is pointed at the center of the man's eyebrows.

The figure of the man in the shroud flashed, and Minglang smelled the smell of the cold light pavement. Almost subconsciously, Ming Lang put the saber on the side of his face, and the next moment the man's Han Feng had already appeared on the side of the sword, and at the same time, his knee hit Ming Lang's lower abdomen, and the ancient sword was shattered by Han Feng's blow, and the cracked fragments pierced Ming Lang's cheek, bringing up a piece of red blood.

He stared up at the sky in a daze, unable to believe that his defeat had come so quickly, and before he had finished asking his question, why had the other party already made a move? And it came so quickly that he didn't even see the appearance of the sword, it had already slashed in front of him.

The man did not have the previous bearing at all in the final attack, only the most direct, simple and violent direct slash, and the extreme speed was like thunder.

The man slowly put the dragon yuan in his hand into the sheath, and looked coldly at Chunjiangye, who was thirty zhang away, facing each other from such a distance, but Chunjiangye's body was almost frozen, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

The confrontation lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and Chunjiang still couldn't draw his sword. He didn't have the slightest confidence that he could defeat the man, and he knew very well that as long as he drew his sword, the other party would inevitably fight back.

Some killers are like this, they don't know how much "cheap" human blood they have on their hands, but they value their lives more than anything else.

Minglang's throat gurgled sound, it was the tumbling sound of blood bubbles: "In you...... The four people on top...... Who are they? How strong are they?"

"'Evil', 'sword', 'charm' and 'calamity'. The man said lightly.

The ribs were completely broken, and the internal organs had been seriously injured, and the sharpness of the sword shattered Minglang's heart, making his consciousness gradually blank, "evil"? "sword"? What does it mean, is the evil strength of the seriously injured even stronger than him?

"I thought you were asking me about my identity in the Heavens, and my code name was ranked fifth in the Heavens. The man finally understood Minglang's question.

Before fainting completely, Minglang looked up to the sky and smiled bitterly, what a fucking fuck...... Is the ranking of the code name really important in the world? What really matters is the strength, how can such a strong person care about the ranking of the code name?

It seems that there are only a lot more neuropathies in the sky than in Xifeng, and even he has to be amazed by the strangeness there.