The lonely soul is not mocking Sikong Haoran's strength, but the fusion between assassination and wind and cloud shadow body method, which is impeccable in the eyes of outsiders, but full of flaws in his eyes.

With his strength, it can be said that it is easy to solve Sikong Haoran, but... It's not all without merit.

What surprised him was that after melting into the darkness, it was very difficult for even a killer of the same level to find traces, but Sikong Haoran was able to find it and counterattack at the same time, which surprised him.

It seems that at that time, the Xuan Qi, the elements, and the dust between heaven and earth have all become traceable under the traction of an inexplicable qi machine, as long as the lonely soul moves, it will cause their fluctuations, and the Sword Emperor Perfection Master can do this, and he has just broken through the Sword Emperor Primary, is it the inheritance obtained in the Ancient Killing Domain, or has he cultivated a unique technique in the Sword Sect?

Sikong Haoran heard the words of the lonely soul, his chest rose and fell violently, and the dead wood dragon in his palm seemed to have a fierce dragon shadow about to break through the wall.

The fighting spirit is wild, and the blood is boiling.

The peerless demon among the younger generation of the Sword Sect won the championship of the grand event with the strength of the half-step Sword Emperor, and his reputation resounded throughout the five domains and thirteen states, but it was just a mess in his mouth, and Sikong Haoran's eyebrows gradually froze.

"If I were your age, I would be enough to beat you a thousand times!" Sikong Haoran roared angrily in his heart, ignoring the blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and slowly walked out of the darkness.

Click!

At the moment when he left, the towering tree that had hit him before broke his waist, if it weren't for the fact that the Immortal Golden Body Technique had already reached the Blood Exchange Realm, the blow of the Lone Soul just now was enough to crack the bones in his back.

Sikong Haoran walked out of the darkness, and the soul power of the pseudo-heaven realm tightly locked on the lonely soul, and did not take any further steps, but just looked at him indifferently.

He wasn't completely wrong, his assassination skills and methods seemed to him to be just a child's play, compared to the number one killer under the Night Ace, the lonely soul didn't just throw off Sikong Haoran Street, it was a state, or even a domain so far away.

The moon shadow was hazy, and a glimmer of light flashed from Sikong Haoran's eyes, and he saw the outline of the sword shadow in the lonely soul's hand.

"Hidden Moon", a medium-grade holy weapon, only when it is still in the moonlight, there will be a vague sword shadow, when the sword is released, the overflowing sword qi will even be obscured by the brilliance of the moonlight, plus its shadowless and invisible, without a trace, it can definitely give the opponent a fatal blow by surprise when assassinating.

"Lonely soul, you butcher, can't you start lightly?" Wutong walked over quickly, staying in the middle of the two, but he didn't get too close to Sikong Haoran, and his beautiful face was stained with a layer of frost.

"Even if you are a butcher, how can you be merciful," the hidden moon in the hands of the lonely soul disappeared at some point, and he saw his hands behind his back, and snorted softly: "After following the emperor all these years, you only learned these furs!"

"If you only have this strength, you should go back to the Sword Sect as soon as possible, and go back to your gentle township, so as not to put the Emperor Killer in danger because of your stupidity, ignorance, and willfulness!

"Their lives have long been in the darkness of the night, but they will not die in vain for someone who has nothing to do with them. ”

"Because it's not worth it!"

The sword famine exploded by itself, except for the four hall masters, one trump card, and several star-level killers who hid far away, and the other star-level, purple diamond-level, and gold-level killers were all killed and injured. The Sword Sect was slaughtered, and the dark night was also greatly injured, if it weren't for the lonely soul being ordered to kill the emperor, maybe even if he picked up a life at this moment, he would be half ruined.

How can he not be angry, those siblings who used to perform tasks with him have now stayed in the Southern Regions Tianji forever, and not even their souls have been left.

How to tell him to be merciful, with the inheritance of the Ancient Killing Domain, he thought that he could break through the Sword Emperor, because his departure caused the Greedy Wolf Star to mutate, and those forces with ulterior motives would definitely wait for the opportunity to move, in case it was exposed, it was not necessary for the dark night to wipe his ass again.

Sikong Haoran's ten fingers sank deep into his palm, the dead wood dragon dagger was stained red with blood, and his eyes were also cobweb-like blood red, but they were not completely covered, and the scarlet blood lines hidden in his body awakened again because of his anger.

Boom! Boom!

The moment the Soul Refining Ding found that Sikong Haoran's body was abnormal, it rumbled in the sea of souls, and the veins and lines of the Ding's body, the mountains and rivers, the white clouds and the morning glow, and the fierce birds and beasts of prey each swallowed up, and the brilliant golden soul power was wrapped around the scarlet blood lines in the body that seemed to be weak but were actually extremely powerful.

"Control it!" In the violently beating heart, the spirit of the ninth sword tablet groaned, its voice was like a Sanskrit sound, and its intention was moving.

Sikong Haoran did not hesitate at all, the Soul Determination, the Phaseless Sword Song Heart Method, and the Qiankun Fu were running at the same time, and the scarlet blood lines all over the body slowly subsided.

The sudden change just now made him almost lose his mind, if it weren't for the help of the Soul Refining Ding and the Ninth Sword Tablet, he might have lost his soul at this moment.

Let grandpa down, put grandpa in danger, the words of the lonely soul can not be described as deadly, like a heavy punch hitting him in the chest or even in the depths of his soul.

It turned out that his heart was not as firm as he imagined, because he cared too much and cared too much, so he was angered by his words, so that the scarlet blood line could find an opportunity.

With the gradual recovery of the evil blade mirage, the evil nature became more and more serious, but what Sikong Haoran didn't realize was that after being attacked by the scarlet blood line, his reason was not completely lost, and it seemed that in the process of attacking, it seemed to temper his mind.

Weird changes!

In particular, the reminder of the ninth sword tablet machine spirit allowed him to find a way and direction to solve the scarlet blood line.

Sikong Haoran's strange appearance just now was fully seen by the four of them, and for a moment, it was like an ancient desolate beast, and the suffocation and suppression released by the blood-red pupils even caused the entire area to stagnate for a moment.

This feeling came and went faster, and the four of them didn't know why, but they also felt an inexplicable palpitation.

"There's something strange about this kid!" said an indifferent soul voice in the lonely soul's ears, and the wild ghost appeared behind him at some point.

"Sister, he looked so terrible just now, what's going on?" Wutong had returned to Qingqiu's side at this moment, and his eyes had completely changed when he looked at Sikong Haoran, and there was a hint of jealousy in his caution.

The soul power of the Pseudo-Heaven Realm was always observing Sikong Haoran's every move, and Qingqiu frowned: "At the same time as releasing the killing machine, a vast soul fluctuation appeared in his body, and the blood red in his eyes gradually receded. ”

"It's just that what makes me wonder is that his heart shouldn't be so fragile, is it because of the Ancient Killing Domain?"

Qingqiu's voice groaned softly, but the lonely soul heard it clearly, and turned his eyes and said slowly: "This may have something to do with the evil blade mirage in his body!"

"The Killing Emperor once said that the evil nature of the evil blade mirage is awe-inspiring, even if it has not yet recovered, it is not something that the current Sikong Haoran can control, and its evil nature will erode his mind and Xuan vein little by little, but fortunately, in his body..."

"What's wrong with him?" Wutong could hear it, and saw the lonely soul's expression change, as if he had scruples, and said slightly angrily: "Say it quickly, or I'll kick you to death!"

"You call him husband, you can go and ask him in person, why do you need to inquire from the mouth of an outsider like me. The corners of the lonely soul's mouth raised slightly, as if mocking.

Qingqiu pondered for a while, and raised his head slightly: "The current soul realm of the emperor is the heavenly realm, could it be that he left a soul seal in Sikong Haoran's body when he left, or... Soul Mystery?"

She and Wutong followed Sikong Haoran for a long time, but they didn't find that there was a match between him and the information given by Jiuyou, just when they were about to give up, they found him by chance to cast the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Method, so as to conclude that he must have a soul secret technique that can change the breath, and it is not difficult for the heir of the Emperor to do this.

The lonely soul nodded, and shook his head again, Wutong couldn't wait to make a few holes in his side waist, this lack of beating is the same as killing the emperor, and the people in the sixth hall are all virtuous.

Ignoring Wutong's anger, the lonely soul looked directly at Sikong Haoran, who had returned to normal, and said in a low voice: "Either go back to the Sword Sect, or follow me back to the dark night." ”

Sikong Haoran: "..."

"It's true that you are the heir of the Emperor Killer, but if you don't return through the Ten Thousand Tribulation Peak, you are not a person in the dark night, as long as you step into the dark night, even if you don't pass the baptism, no one can hurt you!"

The words of the lonely soul seemed to be protective, but Sikong Haoran heard naked humiliation and ridicule from them.

"I'll go see grandpa, but not now," the sword marks on his chest and back have faded at this moment, but the injuries and pains, humiliation and humiliation under the sword marks cannot be easily erased, Sikong Haoran's voice is cold: "I don't have the slightest interest in the position of the sixth hall master, and I don't need any protection from you, this path is my own choice, even if I die under the enemy's sword, I am not good at learning!"

"If I'm alive, one day I'll go to the night... Bring back today's humiliation one by one. ”

He can't insult his grandfather's prestige, and he can't let others trample on it.

Back in the dark night, it is true that he can get the greatest protection as the lonely soul said, and no one in the Hengduan Continent can hurt him, maybe there will be no swords and swords, bloody rain and bloody wind, happy revenge and hatred in this life, and he will spend this life plainly.

But this kind of life is not what he wants, he still has a lot of things to do, and there are promises that have not been fulfilled, how can he rely on others to live like an ant who steals life.

Qingqiu's eyes changed slightly, and even the sycamore faded away.

The wild ghost was hidden in the dark, and even though the place was safe, he did not let his guard down in the slightest.

"Hehe!" the lonely soul stepped forward and sneered: "With your three-legged cat's kung fu, you dare to make a big statement, and you can't do it yourself." If you still make it to the Midlands alive, I'll give you a chance to make a move, remember, only once. ”

The dead wood dragon in Sikong Haoran's palm clenched again, and with a sword trick, a long sword appeared in the void, and the figure flickered, and disappeared into the hazy night sky in an instant.

Wutong was a little disappointed, this stinky boy didn't say hello to her when he left, he was so resolute, and he was angry: "Lonely soul, are you too much." ”

"It's excessive!" "I'm already very polite, if he wasn't the heir to kill the emperor, I would have wasted my words and tongue here with him, and I would have ended his life with a knife, but... This kid isn't too wasteful. ”

"I can hear it, you are taking revenge, I didn't expect the number one killer under the Night Ace to be so cautious," Wutong said meaningfully: "Are you worried... Will the Emperor Killer pass on the position of the Sixth Hall Master to Sikong Haoran?"

The lonely soul's pupils shrank slightly, what Wutong said was right or not, he did have such suspicions, but he didn't take it to heart.

How difficult it is to get the position of the sixth hall master, he has not made a major contribution to the dark night, he has not been promoted to the trump card, and he has not passed the review of the other six hall masters, even if he is the heir of the emperor and has the support of the emperor, it is difficult to speak alone.

And he is a lonely soul, as long as he hunts four more Sword Emperor Consummation Strongest Ones, he can be promoted to the trump card, with his prestige, strength, and appeal, the next position of the Sixth Hall Lord is none other than him.

Wutong glanced at his sister, blinked playfully, and then looked at the lonely soul and said: "The position of the eighth hall master has been vacant, Feng Xiao's predecessors have no intention of his position, Mo Li, Humeng, and Qizhong are on par with you, but if you are shameless, you should be in the first place, why not compete for the position of the eighth hall master." ”

"What do you know?" Bypassing the sycamore, the indifference on the lonely soul's face receded, and he looked at Qingqiu with a smile: "The moonlight is getting cooler, it's better to..."

"Sister, wait for me. Without giving the lonely soul a chance to continue, the figure of Wutong slowly dissipated, and the two figures quickly disappeared into the darkness one after the other.

The lonely soul stood in place with an embarrassed expression, looking at the distant shadow, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"In the past few days, there has been an influx of foreign forces in the three states of the Western Regions, and the Assassin Organization has secretly moved when they hear the wind!" A cold soul voice came out of the darkness in front of him again: "You just let him leave alone, aren't you afraid of killing the emperor and blaming him?"

"If he can't even save his life, he is not worthy of being the heir of the emperor, besides, he is not as unbearable as we imagined," the lonely soul looked up at the sky: "It seems that the Demon Sect has taken all the actions. ”

"Just now, I left a mark on his body, with Qingqiu and Wutong with him, there will be no danger in a short time, we have wasted a lot of time here, let's go." ”

The lonely soul cast his gaze in the direction of Sikong Haoran's disappearance, and the moment he retracted his gaze, two black shadows disappeared with the wind.

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