Sikong Haoran saw that Murong Yuan had intercepted a person, and he had a good impression of him in his heart.

Haoran Sword Technique's fifth style smoke wave is vast, under the performance of the mirage, there is an additional killing intent in the sword qi, this killing intent is not done by Sikong Haoran on purpose, but the mirage sword qi is made by itself.

Originally, the two planned to besiege Sikong Haoran together, but Murong Yuan's addition disrupted their plans, although they were angry, they also lacked skills.

"Kill!"

The sword qi left clearly visible traces in the space where the two of them passed, and even the space was slightly wrinkled or even collapsed.

The sword of killing is comprehended in the ancient killing domain, and every time it is cast, it will consume more than two percent of the Xuan Qi, and the killing technique will consume even more Xuan Qi, so until the critical moment, Sikong Haoran will not use it easily.

It is not a long time for Sikong Haoran to break through the realm of the Great Sword Master's consummation, but it is also a thick accumulation, facing the person with the strength of the same realm in front of him, the battle intent in his heart is monstrous, from the hundreds of moves just now, it can be seen that his strength is better than himself.

The figures of the two people were left in this space, and the wisps of sword qi were like flowing water, not panicking for a while, crashing on the shore for a while, and rolling the sand angrily for a while, but all the objects touched by the sword qi turned into powder one by one.

The light gray robe on Sikong Haoran's body was damaged in several places, all of which were injured by the opponent's sword qi, except for the slightest pain, there were no wounds, not even a trace of blood flowed out, as he thought, his body broke through to the primary stage of the marrow washing realm, which was beyond the ability of ordinary sword qi to break through his defense.

"Martial Cultivation!" Seeing in the eyes of the master of the Sword Sect's great sword master's perfect strength, he showed a thoughtful look, and while he was surprised, he also glanced at the young man in front of him, sure enough, if he can pass the Killing Domain assessment, isn't he a mediocre person.

"Bang.... ”

The bodies of the two were thrown away under this sword aura, and Sikong Haoran's feet bowed slightly on the trunk of a big tree, like a disarmed bullet, and appeared in the other party's sight in the blink of an eye, this time he did not draw a sword, but changed it to a fist.

The Immortal Golden Body Determination has broken through the fourth level, after the baptism of the blood pool, the watering of the two qi of life and death, and stabilized at the primary peak of the marrow washing realm, he wants to see if he can support how long in the hands of the master of the Great Sword Master's consummation realm strength with his physique.

In front of the fist, an invisible fist broke through the air restraint and approached the opponent.

"Hmph... , Huangkou Xiaoer really doesn't know the height of the sky, you will pay the due price for your recklessness. The emotionless words echoed in Sikong Haoran's ears, the slightly narrowed narrow eyes, and the invisible gloomy eyes were like murderous jackals.

I saw him leaping up high, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and a fierce sword aura arrived in front of Sikong Haoran in an instant.

Of course, Sikong Haoran would not be so stupid, using his physical body to collide with the sword qi, even if his body was strong and he could compete with a sword qi, it would be difficult to compete with the second and third paths, not to mention that he was still the physique of the primary peak of the marrow washing realm, and the consummation realm of the great sword master

A sword can't be so easy to follow.

The sword qi flew past Sikong Haoran's body, and the fierce sword qi flashed from the skin like a million steel needles, and a strand of black hair turned into a pitch-black drizzle in the process of flying, floating in the air.

Sikong Haoran flashed back and forth on the big tree in the dense forest, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and two sword qi attacked from the left and right sides in front of him, stepping on his feet together, sideways to avoid the other party's two sword qi.

"Not good!" Sikong Haoran's soul gave birth to an alarm, and at the same time as he dodged the two sword lights, another sword qi appeared in his eyes.

Avoiding the unavoidable, his fists were clenched across his chest, and the Immortal Golden Body Technique was fully deployed, and the Xuan Qi was also poured into his hands and chest to form a protective shield.

"Boom...!"

The sharp sword qi and the golden fist formed by the two fists collided together, blooming brilliant fireworks, Sikong Haoran felt that this sword qi was constantly invading his own Xuan Qi, and the clenched fists also appeared Dao blood marks.

Under this collision force, the body flew far behind, and in the place where it passed, all the towering trees that blocked it all broke horizontally, and then exploded under the Xuan Qi and Sword Qi.

All of a sudden, a large number of tree branches and debris scattered in all directions, and Sikong Haoran also fell into a large rock behind him.

"Haha... , ignorant child, dare to rob the inheritance with this young master, you have to spit it out for me as much as you eat. Xiao Jinghong saw Sikong Haoran being beaten up, his heart was very happy, and Han Jiang didn't know when he appeared in the palm of his hand, and in the process of their fight, he was also recovering from his physical injuries.

"Haoran... Uh-huh!" Qian Lulu suppressed the other person, and when she saw Sikong Haoran being slashed away by a sword qi, there was a moment of uneasiness in her heart.

It happened to be caught by his opponent, who seized the moment and stabbed her left shoulder blade with a sword. Under the pain, Qianlulu's phoenix eyes opened slightly, and she saw that the person opposite was a little sluggish, and this moment of sluggishness ruined his last vitality.

When he came back to his senses, he saw a pair of the most beautiful eyes in his life, and also the most ruthless eyes, the purple long sword crossed his chest, the invisible sword qi destroyed all the internal organs in his body, he opened his mouth slightly, and wanted to say something, only the red blood was a silent monologue.

Qian Lulu kicked him in the chest, and the long sword pierced in the shoulder blade also followed his body far away, and blood shot out of the wound, staining his chest red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or the original color of his clothes.

Tapping two fingers on the wound seals the veins and prevents the loss of blood. Blood also overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his lips were closed, and his body swayed, looking in the direction of Sikong Haoran.

"It turns out that this kid's name is Haoran, and it's strange to hear it, this kid shouldn't be so can't help fighting. "Murong Yuan also had several sword wounds on his body, and his opponent also paid the price he deserved.

"Ahem.... ”

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a disheveled figure, with messy hair and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, appeared

In the eyes of everyone, the cuffs on his hands were gone, several jagged light gray fabrics hung on them, and two crimson traces were very conspicuous on his fists, and blood beads appeared from time to time, showing the extraordinaryness of the immortal golden body.

Qian Lulu and Murong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but Xiao Jinghong froze in place as if he had eaten rice, his face was sometimes gloomy, sometimes hideous, and even the hand holding Han Jiang trembled slightly.

Sikong Haoran's figure disappeared in place, leaving a trail of afterimages in the dense forest at seven times the speed, and appeared in the sight of the previous opponent in an instant.

"Kill !!"

A killing word appeared in the air, and the sword aura in the sky was mixed with a violent killing intent, and this killing intent was filled with a sword intent that had begun to take shape, slashing towards the other party.

"The little sword intent also dares to get an axe in front of me, no...!" The person with the perfect strength of the great sword master felt the sword intent mixed in this sword qi, and was slightly surprised.

For him, this rudimentary sword intent is not to worry about, but the killing intent permeated in this sword made him, a person who has been through a hundred battles, feel a trace of trickiness, isn't this the sword that makes another person live and die!

He didn't dare to hold it up, and after he broke up this killing sword, an invisible soul fluctuation permeated the sky above his head, and four soul needles also followed at this time, stabbing on his Xuan Qi Barrier.

"Soul attack, how can this kid have so many powerful means!" A creepy feeling hit his heart, and then spread to his entire body and mind, the invisible enchantment was solid, no matter how powerful the soul needle was, it couldn't pierce the Xuan Qi, but the soul fluctuations above his head were pervasive and invading his brain.

"Boom!"

The four soul needles exploded on the Xuanqi Enchantment, and did not make the Xuanqi Enchantment explode, but there was a brief shock, Sikong Haoran wanted this result, the invisible soul sound wave that shrouded in the top of his head invaded his soul in the moment when the Xuanqi Enchantment was chaotic.

A cone-like tingling pain came from the soul of this master of the Great Sword Master's Consummation Realm, and he felt a strong uneasiness, an alarm from life and death.

I saw him smash his fist into his heart, and the blood rushing out was like useless wastewater. The moment the scarlet eyes opened, he broke free from the dizziness, and at this moment, he saw a sword light appear in the scarlet eyes, and then slash at his Xuan Qi shield.

"The art of killing!"

The artistic conception of life and death invaded his Xuan Qi enchantment, just like a blank paper encountering flaming lava, spreading to his whole body, only to see that the chaotic Xuan Qi in his body was annihilating, and the vitality was also passing rapidly, and even his entire body showed signs of aging.

Looking at the changes in his body, fear filled his entire soul.

At this moment, subtle Xuan Qi fluctuations appeared in front of him, and his consciousness briefly dissipated, and the dagger formed by the mirage swirled around his throat, and then appeared in Sikong Haoran's palm again.

Pale cheeks, frightened

's eyes just stood in place, staying at this moment, staring at Sikong Haoran three zhang away without a look.

"This son can't stay!"

After saying this, the high head, with the tilt of the body, rolled down one step earlier, splashing blood, poured on his cheeks, all the fear, worry, and even greed, with the blood soaked into the hundred thousand mountains.

Sikong Haoran spurted out a mouthful of blood, and used the killing sword and killing technique again and again, consuming more than sixty percent of the Xuan Qi in his body, plus he was injured by the sword qi before, and the blood suppressed in his body spat out uncontrollably.

The soul sound wave interfered, and the soul needle exploded by itself, causing a flaw in the Xuan Qi enchantment outside his body, and then causing the soul sound wave to invade his soul and cause vertigo. Killing a sword is a bait, and the art of killing is a killing move, and then the artistic conception of life and death spreads, and the mirage kills with a blow, ending all his vitality.

If there is a mistake in any of these steps, it will make the other party out of the battle circle, causing irreparable consequences, and what awaits Sikong Haoran will be the opponent's ruthless counterattack, then not only him, but even senior sister Qian Lulu will suffer a catastrophe, and Murong Yuan will also be implicated.

Sikong Haoran turned to look at Xiao Jinghong, and walked towards him step by step, each step was like stepping on his life node, making him retreat again and again.

Xiao Jinghong was frightened inexplicably, and the cold river in his hand pointed directly at Sikong Haoran, and he stopped moving until he retreated to a tree trunk.

After a short period of distraction, he came back to his senses in an instant, his eyes showed a fierce light, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared in his gloomy eyes, "You think you have won?

Sikong Haoran ignored his taunts, and under the speed of seven times the speed of the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Method, it appeared in front of Xiao Jinghong's eyes as if he could break through the constraints of space.

At the moment when he was about to cut Xiao Jinghong's throat, a life-and-death crisis exploded in the depths of the ocean of souls, and before he could escape, he was slapped in the chest by a palm force.

(End of chapter)