The eyes under the black ghost's face were filled with killing intent, and the masked man's killing intent this time was even stronger than the last time.

He was originally a casual cultivator, but later joined the Rakshasa Sect and became the killer of the Rakshasa Sect.

Although he only has the strength of the middle stage of Jindan, there are many masters in the late stage of Jindan who died in his hands, and leapfrogging battles are just commonplace for him.

But this time to deal with Yang Xiaofeng and them, he unexpectedly spent twice, and the other party was just a cultivation in the early stage of Jindan.

The other party's realm is lower than his own, and he still needs to execute it twice, how can he calm down.

"I underestimated you last time, and this time, you won't have another chance. ”

The soft sword in the masked man's hand shook, making a unique sound that only soft swords can have, and then his whole spirit also lifted up.

He had to admit that he was indeed underestimated last time, but this time, he would not make the same mistake.

"I admit that in the Shura Secret Realm, I will kill people, but I will never be so violent and kill like you. ”

Yang Xiaofeng stood up and looked at the masked man holding a soft sword in mid-air.

"I can't find you, there has to be a place to be angry. ”

The masked man said lightly that for him, killing a few people was a normal thing to do.

"So you can kill people with impunity?"

Yang Xiaofeng raised his head, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at the masked man.

"He is worthy of being a Rakshasa sect. ”

"But to kill me, ask me about the sword in my hand first. ”

With that, Yang Xiaofeng turned his head to Jinghua on the right.

"Jinghua, you take them in, leave it to me and Xiang Shaoyu here, remember, no matter what happens, don't come out. ”

"Big Brother ......"

"Let's go!"

Yang Xiaofeng shouted.

......

Now only Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu are left on the street, as well as the masked man.

The street did not become lively because of the presence of these three people, but even more deserted.

Call!

A gentle breeze blew through the street, blowing up a fine layer of dust.

The masked man who fell to the ground from mid-air stood like that, and a pair of eyes under the mask looked at Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu in front of him, and a strong killing intent flashed.

Even with the murderous intent in his heart, the masked man still suppressed the urge to make a move, because at this moment, Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu had no intention of making a move.

The three of them, each with a weapon, stood in the street.

Call!

The red tassels on Xiang Shaoyu's spear fluttered in the wind, and his eyes, which had been squinting slightly, finally opened at this time.

Xiang Shaoyu, whose eyes were open, seemed to be possessed by a killing god, and the spear in his hand rushed out with a swish.

The gun came out like a dragon, and Xiang Shaoyu was also a person who moved with the gun, and he stepped forward, instantly narrowing the distance between himself and the masked man.

Swish!

The red tassel under the tip of the spear opened under Xiang Shaoyu's strong strength, and it instantly distracted the attention of others, but the masked man Xiang Shaoyu faced was experienced in a hundred battles, and such a small skill had no effect on him.

"I finally can't help but make a move. ”

The masked man sneered, shook the soft sword in his hand, and greeted him.

Whew!

The spear and the soft sword intersected, and there was no great momentum, just a little spark.

The distance between the two was shortened when the weapons collided, and Xiang Shaoyu formed a fist with his left hand and walked over with an arrow.

Bang!

A punch is struck.

A surge of spiritual power surged above his left fist, and blue lightning swirled around his fist.

However, the thunder and lightning on Xiang Shaoyu's fist were not real heavenly thunder, but the thunder and lightning that he condensed with spiritual power.

This kind of spiritual thunder condensed with spiritual power is naturally much less powerful than the heavenly thunder, and with Xiang Shaoyu's current strength, he can't control the heavenly thunder.

What is a thunderbolt?

The gods born of heaven and earth, how violent that kind of power is, Xiang Shaoyu is only in the early stage of Jindan, how can he control the heavenly thunder.

However, Xiang Shaoyu can condense spiritual thunder with spiritual power, which is also very rare, when he competed with Yang Xiao before, he had used spiritual thunder, but Yang Xiaofeng suffered a little loss for this.

"Spirit Thunder?"

Seeing the thunder light on Xiang Shaoyu's fist, the masked man also hesitated for a moment.

The masked man also turned his right fist into a palm, and the spiritual power covered his right palm.

With one palm and one punch, they were together in an instant.

Rumble!

With these two people as the center, the spiritual power slowly spread.

"But that's it!"

The masked man turned his palm into a claw and grabbed Xiang Shaoyu's left fist tightly.

"That's not right!"

Yang Xiaofeng's eyes immediately became sharp, and when the masked man caught Xiang Shaoyu's punch, he faintly felt that something was wrong, and the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger at this time.

Airplanes!

With the crisp sound of the Beichen Sword, Yang Xiaofeng stabbed over with the Beichen Sword.

The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, like a trace of killing intent flashing in his master's eyes, extremely fierce.

This sword, although it has no name, is simplified, silent, but murderous.

Seeing Yang Xiaofeng killing, the masked man did not panic, and as soon as the soft sword on his left hand was raised, the spiritual power was transmitted to the soft sword, and the originally somewhat curved sword tip was suddenly straightened out, and the tip of the Beichen Sword was opposed.

Xiang Shaoyu and Yang Xiaofeng's spiritual power broke out at the same time, one gold and one blue, and the two spiritual powers were like a tide that would instantly engulf the masked man.

"Is that the only way?"

The masked man was relaxed, and purple spiritual power poured out, like a high wall, no matter how hard Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu tried, they were never allowed to advance an inch.

"Late Jindan!"

At this moment, Yang Xiaofeng finally knew where the uneasy feeling in his heart came from, and he couldn't imagine that this masked man had broken through from the middle stage of Jindan to the late stage of Jindan in this secret realm.

"Thanks to the Barrier Breaking Pill rewarded in the first round, I was able to break through to the late stage of the Golden Pill. ”

The masked man laughed, with three points of madness in his laughter.

"Your time of death has come!"

With a little force, the masked man forced Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu back a few steps.

Entering the late stage of Jindan, his spiritual power is several times thicker than that of the middle stage, and between the operation of spiritual power, with the strength of those three points, the power is even more extraordinary.

Even Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu, the two top figures of their generation, were forced to take a few steps back.

Again, this is the result of not using all his strength.

At this moment, the gap between the two sides is obvious.

"My life and death, how can you, the dogleg of the Rakshasa Sect, have the final say!"

Xiang Shaoyu waved the spear in his hand, and the thunder flashed on the tip of the spear.

A shot was stabbed, with the sound of whirring wind, and the power should not be underestimated.

The masked man changed the soft sword to his right hand, pointed his toes on the ground, jumped slightly, and his toes were on the tip of the gun, and with the elastic force of the rebound of the tip of the gun, he jumped three feet, and then the whole person went from top to bottom, and the soft sword in his hand kept shaking, more like a soft whip.

Xiang Shaoyu couldn't allow him to hesitate for half a minute, and the masked man and the sword had already come to the top of his head.

Swish!

The masked man's use of the soft sword in his hand had reached the pinnacle of perfection, and between the swordsman's staggered lights, the sharp blade of the sword instantly approached Xiang Shaoyu's neck.

"Don't you think about it!"

Yang Xiaofeng shouted violently, and the Beichen Sword moved as he wished, flying out of Yang Xiaofeng's hand, and directly taking the heart of the masked man.

Yang Xiaofeng's move can not be described as ruthless, Beichen Sword takes the key point directly, it depends on how you choose.

You must know that even in the late stage of Jindan, he still has not gotten rid of the limitations of the physical body, and the heart is still one of the doors of death for a Jindan monk.

Only by cultivating to the Yuanying realm can you get rid of this restriction.

But at that time, the fragile Yuan Infant has become your door of death, although you can get rid of the limitations of your body, but you can't get rid of the restrictions of the Yuan Baby, the Yuan Infant will die, and you will die.

There are pros and cons to everything, and there is never a true immortal body.

The speed of the Beichen Sword was faster than that of the masked man, and the killing intent in Yang Xiaofeng's eyes reached its peak at this time.

If the masked man didn't give up this move, then even if he killed Xiang Shaoyu, the Beichen Sword would pass through his chest, and even if he didn't die, he would end up seriously injured.

Under the power of Yang Xiaofeng's Beichen Sword, the masked man was forced to retract his sword and retreat, tiptoeing a little, and he was out of the attack range of the Beichen Sword in one fell swoop.

The masked man retreated, and Yang Xiaofeng's Beichen sword followed closely, even if the other party's realm was two layers higher than his own, Yang Xiaofeng was still chasing after him.

The opponent's momentum has weakened, and at this time, it is even more necessary to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Swish!

The speed of the Beichen Sword could no longer be seen clearly with the naked eye, and the masked man had not yet stabilized his body, only feeling a fierce sword qi attacking him, and the sword qi was so strong that it seemed that even the void could shatter it.

Bite!

The Beichen Sword was stabbed on the Mask Man's soft sword, and the Mask Man's soft sword was bent several degrees because of this.

Before the man arrived, the sword had arrived.

The soft sword in the masked man's hand suddenly straightened with his blessing, and the Beichen sword flew away.

Yang Xiaofeng flew to catch the Beichen sword, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and a sword light that was more than a foot long popped out on the tip of the sword, and then Yang Xiaofeng slashed down with a sword.

"Ahh

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the sound shocks the universe.

The Beichen sword slashed head-on, and the masked man raised his hand and raised a light shield.

Rumble!

The masked man fell to the ground in response, and the light mask was slashed by Yang Xiaofeng's sword.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Yang Xiaofeng gasped heavily, this sword consumed a lot of his spiritual power, but the masked man was no better.

The dust on the ground cleared, and blood flowed from the right arm of the masked man standing in the pit.

"In the early stage of Jindan, it would have such a strong strength!"

The masked man never thought that Yang Xiaofeng's strength would be so strong.

In the middle stage of his Jindan before, Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu were able to hurt him, but now in the late stage of his Jindan, Yang Xiaofeng can still hurt him.

Jindan was already like this in the early days, and if they grew up, it would be okay.

"No wonder the Sect Master told me to kill these three people. ”

Under the ghost face, no one knew what the masked man's expression was, but the surging killing intent in his heart couldn't be concealed.

"How are you, can you still fight?"

Xiang Shaoyu looked at Yang Xiaofeng, who was panting on the side, and asked.