One step out, in Xiao Jinghong's angry roar, Sikong Haoran fell into a pool of blood.

"Plop!"

The originally boiling pool of blood, with Sikong Haoran's fall, instantly looked like a piece of tofu thrown into a hot oil pot, and a scarlet wave rolled around his body.

"Whew!"

A pillar of light spilled out of the pool of blood, and another figure fell into it.

The pillar of light pierced the scarlet blood mist, blooming a dazzling blood-colored light in this layer of space, and forming a scarlet light shield in the sky above the blood pool, and all the people who were within a hundred meters of the blood pool were all thrown out by this pillar of light.

The most seriously injured were Wenlan Gongzi, Wang Tao, and Murong Yuan, and the moment they threw them out, they suffered very serious internal injuries in their bodies, their breath was chaotic, and the scarlet blood mist that filled the air gradually invaded their consciousness.

The puppet ghosts, controlled by the killing intent, seemed to be able to catch the trajectory they threw out, and pounced towards the three of them.

This side of the blood pool, with the addition of another person, the thick essence blood is even more wanton and furious, this posture, as if the essence blood is fighting for their respective bodies, and it seems that the two of them are plundering the essence blood in the blood pool.

Since Sikong Haoran fell into this pool of blood, every inch of skin on his body has been torn, and then he has been reborn again and again.

You must know that his current physique has reached the primary level of the marrow washing realm, and an ordinary sword can hurt him in the slightest, even if it is a spiritual weapon inferior sword, he will not want to pierce his defenses, it is conceivable how domineering the essence blood in this blood pool is.

The essence blood in the pool of blood contained terrifying energy, enough to melt iron into gold, and they poured into Sikong Haoran's body as quickly as a storm.

At this moment, this pool of blood is like an erupting volcano, and a large amount of lava is boiling and fusing it. The blazing temperature made Sikong Haoran's whole person twist and curl up together, the meridians in his body were being destroyed, the muscles were dissolving, and the bones were annihilating, and at the same time, they were also glowing with new vitality.

Sikong Haoran felt the devastation of powerlessness again, but this time his consciousness was not unconscious, with the first two inhuman encounters, this pain was just another baptism for him.

Compared to the essence blood of the purple gold unicorn, the essence blood in this blood pool seemed mixed and violent.

Sikong Haoran's meridians have become more flexible and strong after the first two baptisms, but they are still gradually dissolving in this influx of essence and blood.

Without him, because the energy of this blood pool is too terrifying, and this is also the blood pool in the Ancient Killing Domain, this essence blood is not only pouring into the cultivators, it also remains with the ancient unknown essence blood and mixed killing intent.

At the same time, Sikong Haoran was running the Immortal Golden Body Technique, and his physique, which had reached the primary level of the Pulp Cleansing Realm, gradually showed signs of stability.

In the sea of souls, the soul refining tripod also bloomed with golden light, because this side of the blood pool, and even the entire space, was filled with a large amount of soul breath, with the continuous operation of the soul decision, those murderous souls who were permeated with killing intent and even hidden in the blood pool were like one

The invisible hand tugged at their bodies tightly, pulling towards the Soul Refining Ding.

Sure enough, with danger comes opportunity.

The killing intent that shot into the center of his eyebrows gradually condensed, blooming with his unique light, although he was in the corner of the soul ocean, he had an inseparable connection with Sikong Haoran, just like a part of his body.

As the souls in this space continue to be refined by the Soul Refining Ding, they are gradually absorbed in the soul ocean, and the soul realm is also undergoing subtle changes.

Soul Transformation!

This is the creation that really makes any cultivator jealous, and it is not an exaggeration to say that in the same realm, as long as his soul power is not stronger than Sikong Haoran, then he can be invincible.

A pool of blood, with the passage of time, under the absorption of the two, the color began to gradually fade, but it was always thick.

At this moment, a gap opened in the eyebrows of Sikong Haoran and the other person, and a blood sword shot out from the center of their eyebrows, only to see two vortices of extremely thick essence blood condensed, like a tornado, rushing towards the direction of the blood sword.

From the moment the blood sword appeared, the killing intent that permeated the pool of blood seemed to be materialized, although the two of them closed their eyes, they could see the changes in the blood sword clearly.

It was only at this moment that Sikong Haoran's soul saw clearly that the person on the other side of the blood pool was the evil boy Xiao Jinghong.

Sikong Haoran was not surprised, he knew that Xiao Jinghong was arrogant and unscrupulous, but he had arrogant capital.

The blood sword was growing little by little, and the essence blood in the blood pool was gradually fading, and with the last drop of bright red disappearing, it turned into a clear pool.

The blood sword buzzed and trembled, and circles of blood-colored ripples spread in the pool of blood. Compared with the previous blood sword, the killing intent contained in this sword is even stronger, and it can be called a peerless murderer.

The two opened their eyes at the same time, one was evil and awe-inspiring, and the other was righteous and upright.

Sikong Haoran held his right hand, the blood sword was in his hand, and the killing intent instantly spread to his whole body, and the soul refining tripod roared in the sea of souls, and Sikong Haoran, who was almost invaded by the killing intent, instantly sobered up.

His face was extremely pale, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes, he wanted to break free from the blood sword, but found that the blood sword was firmly attached to his right palm, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free at all.

On the other hand, Xiao Jinghong, his face was hideous, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, even the corners of his nose and eyes were bleeding blood, on his chest, flashing a little starlight, suddenly opened his eyes, panting violently, and there was an uneasy light in his gloomy eyes.

Sikong Haoran held the blood sword and jumped out, standing on the edge of the blood pool, his long hair flying behind his head. No matter how you look at it, you feel that he is a devil who has just come out of the sea of corpses and blood, but his milk-like skin is incompatible with his image.

The soul has captured Wang Tao, and the prince of Wenlan is fighting with the puppet ghost.

The wind traceless body method stepped out in one step, pulling out one afterimage after another in the gray space, and in an instant, he arrived behind Wang Tao, and a sword slashed out, and the killing intent was like a torrent of thin sprays,

Lock on to his whole body.

"Not good!"

Wang Tao felt a strong murderous aura locking him, and at the moment of life and death, he got rid of the puppet ghost, turned around and swung out a sword, and the sword gang that erupted collided towards the rapidly coming blood-red sword qi, and in this collision, his feet were pushed far away by rubbing the ground.

"Boom!"

Wang Tao's heart was filled with turbulent waves, how could this power be so strong, could it be that the creation in this pool of blood was really obtained by him, the hand holding the sword was trembling violently, and even the bones came with a slight sound.

The corners of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, and in the gray space, Wang Tao's face was fierce, his eyes were vicious, and his steps involuntarily retreated.

When Sikong Haoran jumped into the blood pool, the aftermath of the spurt made Wang Tao and the others suffer a great shock, the meridians were chaotic, the Xuan Qi was chaotic, and the scarlet blood mist around the blood pool quickly invaded his body, making him miserable.

"Since you're here, then don't go!" Sikong Haoran stared at Wang Tao tightly, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Just absorbed the essence of the blood pool, the whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and he needed a hearty battle to vent the manic killing intent in his body.

The blood sword seems to be tangible, but in fact it is intangible, because it is the condensation of the blood pool essence blood and killing intent, and it is tightly adsorbed on Sikong Haoran's right hand, as if a part of his body, closely connected, but not so inseparable, because no matter how he breaks free, he can't let the blood sword separate.

At this time, Sikong Haoran simply didn't care about the blood sword, the advantage of the blood sword could make it play an unexpected effect in this space.

The fifth style of Haoran Sword Technique was a drop in the ocean, and thirty-six sword moves were swimming under Wang Tao's sword like clouds and water at this moment, and the invisible sword qi was mixed with endless killing intent, which could make him difficult to parry every surprise.

Wang Tao is worthy of the realm of the consummation of the great sword master, even if there is an injury in his body, it is not enough to make him timid at this moment, but among these hundreds of sword moves, it seems that Sikong Haoran has been repeatedly frustrated, but there is no panic in the slightest, every time he collides again, it seems that the sword moves are more proficient than before, it turns out that he is sharpening his sword with me, this discovery makes Wang Tao angry.

"Beacon fire!"

Wang Tao's sword connected the dots in the void, and the sword qi was like a little starlight, blooming with dazzling light in the gray space.

"Uh-huh!"

Sikong Haoran was not in a hurry, and a sword qi slashed across his left shoulder, and a soft snort occurred in his mouth.

With the help of this fleeting starlight, Wang Tao saw the scar on Sikong Haoran's left shoulder, which only scratched the fur, which made him feel horrified, this kid's physique is so strong?

"Good swordsmanship!"

Sikong Haoran did not underestimate his opponent, he was able to reach the consummation realm of the Great Sword Master, and he was still five in the area of one hundred thousand mountains

Star Bounty Hunter, his strength is definitely not weak, while muttering in his heart, the sword in his hand stabbed towards Wang Tao's body again.

The burden on Wang Tao's body became bigger and bigger, and in the fights again and again, there was a chain reaction of injuries in his body, and every collision with the blood-colored long sword made the remaining scarlet blood mist in his body restless.

Even the life in his body was eating away at him step by step, invading his mind, and what made him even more difficult to parry was that the killing intent released from the blood-colored sword was also silently affecting him.

If it weren't for Sikong Haoran's other purpose, the killing intent released by the blood-colored sword would be enough to ignite all the scarlet blood mist in his body.

Sikong Haoran had already broken through to the intermediate peak of the Great Sword Master in the Tieling of the Western Regions, and he was only one step away from the consummation of the Great Sword Master.

After the baptism of sword intent of the eleven stone swords of the Sword Sect Mountain Gate, as well as the trial of the fourth layer of the sword tower, his comprehension of sword intent was more profound, and he condensed the killing intent in the ancient killing domain, so that he had a deeper understanding of sword intent, and the realm was enough, but he had been suppressing it.

Wang Tao knew that the injuries in his body had reached a critical juncture, if he let the young man in front of him continue like this, then even if he didn't die in his hands, he would eventually become a puppet ghost with killing intent.

With a ruthless heart, he gave up suppressing the injuries in his body, the sword in his hand was suspended between his two palms, and with the continuous overflow of Xuan Qi, the long sword gradually suspended, only to see Wang Tao's face gloomy, his eyes were blood-red, and the blood red was mixed with a little scarlet light.

"Die!"

Sikong Haoran didn't dare to be careless, even now, he also felt the fierce killing power from this sword, this is Wang Tao's strongest combat power, if it weren't for the scarlet blood mist, it is estimated that he would not have resorted to a lose-lose method at the last moment, and the terrifying sword qi suddenly rushed wildly.

"Quick, it's so fast!"

In the middle of his thoughts, the originally suppressed realm was shattered like a broken bamboo, and a great sword master's perfect momentum overflowed from his body, and Sikong Haoran finally stopped leaving his hand, and the terrifying killing intent erupted from the blood sword, and he stepped out in one step, and with the power of the blood sword, he slashed towards the long sword that was as fast as lightning.

"Kill!"

The blood-colored killing word took shape at the moment Sikong Haoran exited, and the scarlet blood mist in the sky frantically poured into the killing word, affecting this space, and the monstrous killing intent collided with Wang Tao's long sword, and exploded violently.

"Boom!"

The sword of killing comprehended in the seven killing words, such a sword is the real sword of killing, containing endless killing intent.

Wang Tao's sword with all his strength was his ultimate killing move, the sword qi had not yet formed, and the blood erupted first, but his body was overwhelmed, unable to withstand this terrifying killing move, and was injured by the sword intent.

"Poof!"

The two voices that came from their throats, which seemed so insignificant in this explosion, were so piercing to the ears of both sides, and their bodies flew in opposite directions in the aftermath of the explosion.

The smoke and dust dispersed

Go, the blood sword in Sikong Haoran's right hand was gone, and he was seen half-kneeling beside the stone wall of the blood-colored mystery cave, with a pool of blood in front of him, and the messy green silk was scattered in all directions. Standing up from the rubble, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and his indifferent eyes made the entire blood-colored space covered with a terrifying momentum.

"Happy!"

"The unformed sword intent also dares to compete for glory in the moon!"

(End of chapter)