In the corner that Sikong Haoran didn't find, Xiao Jinghong's hand behind him crushed a piece of soul jade at some point, and the fine powder slipped quietly between his fingers.

Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, and the cold and unforgiving eyes, there was no panic on his face, only a silent mockery and contempt for the impending danger.

"Bang..."

Before the person arrives, the palm power comes first.

The palm wind that broke through the air slapped Sikong Haoran's chest, and his body was knocked out from a distance, if it weren't for the mirage automatic protector at the moment of crisis, this palm would have taken away at least half of his life.

At this moment, his body was extremely uncomfortable, and the mirage blocked most of the attacks, but it was still concussed, and the fishy sweetness surging in his throat suddenly poured into his mouth.

The blood in his mouth was swallowed back by him fiercely, and the closed lips, the blood stains at the corners of his mouth that had not yet dried up, added a new bright red.

Qian Lulu saw the moment Sikong Haoran was slapped away by the palm force, and took off towards his figure, and the moment the two of them landed, their feet slid nine feet away from the ground before they could stop.

And Murong Yuan got out of the battle circle and also came to the side of the two of them, at this time, the three of them looked very embarrassed, and they all had different degrees of injuries on their bodies, obviously Sikong Haoran was more serious.

This is a middle-aged man about fifty years old, wearing a light blue robe, with high cheekbones, a few silver threads mixed between his temples, deep eye sockets, a withered face, and a trace of yin invisibly, standing beside Xiao Jinghong with his hands in his hands.

"Huh..."

The middle-aged man was shocked, although this palm would not let him lose his life, but it was impossible to dodge the past so easily, when he saw the mirage he was holding, there was a hint of covetousness in his dark eyes.

"Elder Liu Quan, if you come a little later, you will see the corpse of this young master!" Xiao Jinghong's words were violent, and he stared at Sikong Haoran and the other three who were a hundred meters away.

"Young Lord forgive me, as long as I am here, no one can hurt you in the slightest. "Liu Quan, the elder of the Sword Sect, the junior of the Sword Emperor, the person who accompanied Xiao Jinghong to the 100,000 Mountains to experience this time, on the surface, seemed to be submissive to him, but there was a slight strangeness in his dark eyes.

"Hmph... If something happens to me in the 100,000 mountains, you, and even your family, will be buried with me. Except for the woman, the other two miscellaneous pieces are all ruined for me!" Xiao Jinghong glanced over and looked at Liu Quan, who was wearing a light blue robe beside him, and then turned to point to the three people in front of him.

When Liu Quan heard him threaten his family, a trace of killing intent flashed in his dark eyes, this killing intent came and went quickly, he had to compromise, and he had to do this, because Xiao Tian was a ruthless butcher, and Xiao Jinghong was also his most valued son.

"Senior sister, your injury... It's okay!" Sikong Haoran nodded towards Murong Yuan, turned to look at Qian Lulu, her eyes were full of anxiety, only to see that her face was pale, and there was a sword wound on the shoulder blade of her left shoulder, and the hand covering the wound at this moment had been stained red with blood, and it had already been sealed

The wound that had been there had been cracked again in the process of retreating.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a little bit of a sword wound, the aura on this middle-aged man's body is very strong, at least it is also the strength of the Sword Emperor's primary level, and our next situation is very dangerous. Qian Lulu shook her head and looked at the man standing next to Xiao Jinghong at a distance of 100 meters, revealing deep jealousy.

"Murong Yuan, you will find a chance to escape by yourself later..."

Before Sikong Haoran could finish speaking, he found that the middle-aged man standing beside Xiao Jinghong was walking towards them, each step seemed slow, but it was extremely fast, and a breath of qi instantly enveloped the three of them.

"The Great Sword Master is perfect, the physique of the Cleansing Realm, you can reach such a realm at your age, and you are also the best among the pride of the heavens in any sect, but it's a pity that you provoked people who shouldn't be messed with. Liu Quanxu appeared ten meters away from the three of them in an instant, looked at Sikong Haoran, and then stared closely at the long sword mirage in his hand.

"Ahh

Liu Quan's right hand became a claw, and he made a move towards the long sword in his hand, and the mirage came out of his hand and was caught in the palm of his hand.

The mirage hummed and trembled, and a fierce sword qi ignored his defenses, cutting a deep wound in the palm of his hand, and the blood in his body poured into the long sword like a rushing rapid.

Liu Quan was inexplicably shocked, the loss of blood was fatal for any cultivator, because the higher the cultivation, the more condensed and pure the blood in the body.

What's more, he also felt that the vitality in his body was also rapidly moving towards the long sword in his palm, and seeing that he couldn't break free, his left hand slapped on the long sword, and the mirage came out of his hand, and the long sword that flew out was caught in his hand by Sikong Haoran.

"This sword is so wicked... What a strong killing intent!" Liu Quan took a few steps back, looking at the deep wound in the palm of his right hand, which was deep and bone-seeing, and his anger was monstrous.

There was still a faint scarlet aura around the wound, and with his Sword Emperor primary strength, he couldn't even drive it away, so he could only suppress it temporarily. In his heart, he was even more interested in the long sword that had just put him in a desperate situation.

From the moment Sikong Haoran held the mirage, a pure breath of life continued to enter his body, repairing the injured viscera, but he didn't find that there was still a tiny scarlet thread hidden in this pure breath of life.

It's a pity that this pure life aura is only a little, if there is more, all the injuries and consumed Xuan Qi in the body will recover in a moment.

The coercion on the three of them was more domineering than before, and there was a trace of killing intent in it, Sikong Haoran stepped out in one step and blocked in front of the senior sister, immortalizing the golden body technique, and the soul determined to resist the anger of the middle-aged man on its own, but no matter how he resisted, he couldn't make his body move any more, but the killing intent shrouded in it became stronger and stronger.

The Great Sword Master and the Sword Emperor, although they are only separated by a layer of window paper, it is like a chasm across this layer of window paper, and no matter how hard you try, you can't shake it in the slightest.

Sikong Haoran knew that with his current means, if he sneaked attacked, he might still have less than a layer of certainty to stab

The killing was successful, but now he is deep in the range of the middle-aged man's killing intent, no matter how his means are against the sky, he can no longer show it, but it is a pity that it has affected the senior sister.

His fists were clenched, his knuckles were as white as snow, and he couldn't feel a trace of pain even when his ten fingers pierced into his palms, and he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the middle-aged man and said: "He is a person from the Hidden Sword Tower, we have nothing to do with him, you had better think clearly before you start, whether you can withstand the anger of the Hidden Sword Tower." ”

"The Eastern Regions Yangzhou Tibetan Sword Tower... What's your name!" Liu Quanquan is a Sword Emperor-level master, and he has some knowledge of the various forces in the Hengduan Continent, and the reputation of the Tibetan Sword Tower is on par with their Sword Sect.

"What is the name of the young master!" Murong Yuan heard Sikong Haoran say that he didn't know him, and just wanted to get angry, he was interrupted by Liu Quan on the other side, of course he wouldn't give him a good face in his words, and all his anger was sprinkled on him.

"His name is Murong Yuan, the joke of the Hidden Sword Building. Xiao Jinghong's face was gloomy and terrifying, slightly better than the aura on his body before, but he still looked like he was mad, standing beside Liu Quan, looking at the three of them condescendingly.

"Xiao Jinghong, you have a kind of put the master down, see that I don't beat you all over the ground to find your teeth. ”

"Noise..."

Xiao Jinghong flicked his hand, and a stone sealed his dumb hole.

Immediately, Liu Quan waved his hand, and Murong Yuan's body was like a sandbag, falling next to the only person who was in the Great Sword Master's Consummation Realm. As soon as he was about to resist, he saw a bright sword blade across his neck, but he didn't expect that just after separating from others, the ending was reversed.

Ignoring Murong Yuan's face that was flushed with anger, he turned his head and looked at Sikong Haoran with a sneer: "I said a long time ago, no one can take away my things, and I have to vomit out as much as I eat, didn't I expect that it would end like this, I will take good care of her for you, haha..."

Sikong Haoran's teeth rattled, and his rickety body gradually straightened his spine at this time, his eyes were blood-red, and the slightest blood on his slightly open lips overflowed again, and even his teeth were stained with a layer of scarlet.

The mirage in the palm of his hand felt his anger, and the artistic conception of killing permeated Liu Quan's qi, and the violent killing intent rampage, and then broke through this momentum in his incredible gaze.

I can humiliate me, but I must not bully my senior sister.

"The art of killing!"

The sharp sword pierced the sky, and in an instant, a red and white sword qi appeared in front of Xiao Jinghong as if it could ignore the limitations of space.

This is Sikong Haoran's full blow, using more than eighty percent of the Xuan Qi and the comprehended artistic conception of life and death, and only by slashing at Xiao Jinghong will Liu Quan throw a mouse bogey.

"Oops!"

The distance between the four of them was already very close, and Liu Quan, a junior master of the Sword Emperor, was also observing his every move at all times.

Seeing the sword that Sikong Haoran slashed out, even he felt the threat of death, and when he saw that this sword light was slashing towards Xiao Jinghong, a trace of delusion arose in his heart, and then he sighed deeply in his heart.

"Bang!"

Xiao Jinghong was kicked and flew out, and Liu Quan slashed at the red and white sword qi in front of him with a sword.

"Boom!"

The moment the two sword qi collided, a small part of the artistic conception of life and death was disintegrated, and the other moments invaded Liu Quan's sword gang, and then permeated his whole body.

The artistic conception of life and death is not something that ordinary means can compete with, not to mention the sword that erupted at the moment of Sikong Haoran's life and death, but he didn't find that this artistic conception of life and death has more Tao rhyme than before.

"Little brute, I'm going to kill you!"

The primary strength of the Sword Emperor was fully deployed, and there was no longer any concealment, nor did he dare to have any more clumsiness, dispelling the artistic conception of life and death that permeated the whole body.

If it weren't for Sikong Haoran's comprehension of the artistic conception of life and death, which had just entered the threshold, this sword would be enough to make him, a sword emperor-level master, live and die on the spot.

But this artistic conception of life and death also made him tortured, and the vitality in his body was at least cut off.

For any cultivator, Yicheng's vitality is also a matter of anger and resentment, if he still has fifty years of life left, then this sword will rob him of five years of vitality.

Liu Quan had never received such a heavy blow and injury since he broke through to the Sword Emperor, looking at the two figures in front of him who were about to disappear from sight, he slapped his palm on Sikong Haoran's back in the air.

Where did Sikong Haoran still have extra Xuan Qi to fight at this time, the powerful soul power captured the palm power coming from the air, and the flying body dodged the fatal injury and slapped on his right shoulder.

But he was also not lightly injured, spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and the internal organs in his body seemed to be all displaced, and he staggered and was about to fall to the ground, but fortunately he was physically strong, and fortunately Liu Quan was injured by the artistic conception of life and death, otherwise this palm would be enough for the two of them to stay here forever.

Without staying too long, he took out a golden pill from the Sumeru Na Ring and put it in his mouth, holding Qian Lulu to perform the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Technique and quickly flee forward.

"What people!"

Liu Quan's body was frozen in the air, and even if he was a master of the Sword Emperor Primary, he couldn't move a bit.

(End of chapter)