The long sword in Rong Xian's hand was divided into hundreds, and everyone in the small group could be cared for by hundreds of sharp swords.

"Rong Xian, do you really want to fight with the five of me?" one of them said inwardly.

"Still, it's just a clown. Rong Xian's indifferent voice revealed a faint disdain, and the cold and murderous momentum covered the sky.

As these words fell, the sword shadow was dyed a dazzling red, and with the chill of tearing through the space and killing everything, it slashed directly towards the five people.

While the five of them hurriedly dodged or shattered the sword shadow, they didn't notice that as Rong Xian's figure moved, the surrounding space was gradually surrounded by an invisible force, and clusters of red and brilliant flames drilled out of the ground, enveloping everyone.

The karmic fire that once shined in the Red Sea unceremoniously brushed up its presence at this time.

After Rong Xian finished arranging, the figure abruptly withdrew from the situation of being besieged by five people.

The moment she retreated, the karmic fire swelled violently, sealing off the space where the five people were.

Rong Xian stood outside the karmic fire, looking at the sword shadows flying in the karmic fire, her originally clean eyebrows and eyes were no longer clear.

At this time, those eyes flashed with a chilling desire for control, deep and mysterious like an endless abyss, and anyone who looked at it would be the first to be vigilant and vigilant.

Rong Xian pinched the magic trick in her hand, and the karmic fire and the flying sword formed different formations to surround and kill the five people.

As time passed, the movement in the formation became smaller and smaller, and Rong Xian's face turned pale, and even her lips lost their color.

Until the last person falls, the karmic fire dissipates, and the sword shadow in the sky disappears.

Rong Xian glanced at the black ashes on the ground, her eyebrows flickered, and there was a light smile on her face, like the moon and the clear light flowing into the world, like the moon and the breeze in her arms.

She frowned slightly.

It's as if this ink painting has come to life.

Rong Xian glanced sideways at the traces on her robe, and the blood had penetrated.

Her heart moved, the wood spirit beads in her body operated silently, and the robe on her body was also changed into a set of blue long skirts.

It looks more harmless.

She stretched out her right hand, and the bloodstained robe appeared in her hand.

A flash of fire flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, and her robe spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into ashes and scattering on the ashes on the ground.

She looked around, looking at the potholed land and rocks, without the slightest idea of hiding the scene, and walked directly towards another small group with brisk steps.

The number of people who fell on the earth list increased again, and Rong Xian's name was as red and black as ever, and it was almost oozing blood.

Let everyone who can see clearly understand that this guy must be in a lot of blood debt.

In the darkness, the surviving people sensed the earth list suspended in the void, and the chill in their eyes deepened.

They can't go on like this, and since the little leagues can't stop that madman, they have to do something in order to survive.

One person can't do it, five people can't do it, what about ten people, all people?!

As if guessing the survivors' thoughts, the ground list flickered, and a hidden red line implicated the remaining survivors, allowing them to sense the direction of others in the dark night.

Happily, the survivors unceremoniously accepted the opening of the Heavenly Dao.

Rong Xian landed on a high hill, her eyes flickering with gold, reflecting the figures in the golden light of merit that were implicated by the red line.

After a long time, she curled the corners of her mouth and slowly tidied up her clothes.

The gestures are like a celebrity hermit who has traveled from time, and the eyebrows are different from the charm of this era, but the atmosphere around him is a little gloomy.

Rong Xian is not a good-tempered person, and the way of heaven has repeatedly blocked her, and she really can't be a clay sculpture.

This is to take her tolerance as cowardice.

Except for some guys who don't have long brains, no one has dared to be so stupid in front of her for a long time.

Even if this object is a Heavenly Dao that cannot be underestimated in the Middle Thousand Realms.

Then let's see whose hand the deer dies.

"Since you've opened the door to them, you can't blame me for not following the rules. Rong Xian whispered softly, as if she was grinding laughter in her lover's ear, and her gentleness was intoxicating.

However, the sky that hid himself deeply was clear, and if there was any data to show it, it was definitely the cub's favorability towards the way of heaven that had plummeted.

It cursed: Death.

I don't know if it's Rong Xian or Tiandao who is scolding.

Rong Xian didn't have a sword in her hand this time, but the sword intent had moved.

The sword aura was awe-inspiring, and in this deep dark night, she lifted her long hair and rolled up the hem of her skirt.

Her sword intent is very strong, and she doesn't need the assistance of the sword at all, and the awe-inspiring sword intent is already in her will and mind.

Rong Xian's body did not move, the sword qi was mighty, and the thin sun and moon were attacking in all directions with the momentum of thunder.

The small sword in Rong Xian's consciousness space trembled suddenly, as if the great power of countless small worlds was blessed on her body, powerful and incomparable, and it was like a human being facing a natural disaster that swept the heavens and the earth, without the slightest ability to resist.

In an instant, the dust filled the sky, and the ten people around them were swept away by a sword qi that was so powerful that they couldn't resist, and they spat blood one by one, and their faces turned pale.

Cultivating to be strong and life-saving hole cards can still leave a breath to survive, and cultivating to a little bit like a line when even if you lose the breath of life, the soul is annihilated.

There are countless bottomless ravines left on the ground, and the ravines exude an awe-inspiring sword aura, if there is no Heavenly Dao or human interference, I am afraid that it will not be able to repair itself for hundreds of years.

At the same time, the list of places was blacked out by several names in an instant, which was one of the strongest names, not a candle flame.

But the speed at which it goes dark is no different from blowing out a candle.

For a while, the few people who were still alive couldn't help but feel numb and creepy.

Rong Xian, a madman, how did he do it.

Not only are they speculating, but even Sima Chengjun and others are also speculating.

Rong Xian's abilities are too mysterious and powerful, and the unknown is always terrifying.

Even if they are friends now, they can't restrain their vigilance and vigilance, and they want to figure out Rong Xian's hole cards.

This is the human instinct when faced with threats.

But Rong Xian is really so easy to figure out, it's not Rong Xian.

At the very least, even the all-powerful and all-knowing Heavenly Dao didn't understand Rong Xian, so ordinary people didn't have to dream.

And just when the small sword in Rong Xian's consciousness space moved, it was in the temple of Rong Guotai outside.

The black sheath long sword enshrined in front of the first emperor's throne roared, as if it was about to rush out of the temple in the next moment.

And Rong Hao, who was handling government affairs in the East Palace, raised his head suddenly, and his heart palpitated.

At that moment, he seemed to have some connection with the Golden Dragon of Luck, and he took the entire Rong Kingdom into his eyes.

But only the monarch can do this!

Rong Hao came back to his senses, frowned, and put his small hand on his chest, his eyes sharp and serious.

Mother, what are you hiding from me?