Looking at the people who flocked to the river like crucian carp, Sikong Haoran's shrunken eyes bloomed with blazing light, this light was particularly dazzling in the pitch-black night sky, although it flashed away, but it pierced the entire night.

The people who were gathered around the five zhang, except for a limited number of people who saw this fleeting light, the others did not notice anything abnormal at all, just like when they came, the sword in their hands was bright, and in those playful eyes, it was like the prey trapped in the middle was already an animal waiting to be slaughtered in their hands.

"Use the waste of cold sky laughter as bait to lure me into your ambush, it's so calculating. Sikong Haoran couldn't see any joy, anger and sorrow on his face, only the disdainful words released endless killing intent.

The dagger was tightly pressed against Leng Tianxiao's throat, and as long as he moved for a moment, the sharp and unbridled blade would cut through his fragile throat.

The horror spread to every muscle in his chest, even to every cell of his body, the violently undulating chest, the pale cheeks, the desperate eyes, there has never been a moment, there is such fear, there is such fear, there is such a fear, there is such a heart as dead ashes.

Hearing Sikong Haoran's words just now, he woke up from his fright, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, Long Jingzhao, the son of the Dragon Teng Empire.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

It is used to describe Long Jingzhao, who is personable at the moment, this word is just right, but under the seemingly gentle appearance, there is a heart that is even more vicious than a snake and scorpion.

"Shishizi, what he said is true, impossible, this is impossible!" Leng Tian smiled in disbelief at everything in front of him, as if he had stepped into a swamp and quagmire, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

"You lied to me, Sikong Haoran, you treacherous villain. ”

"The facts are in front of me, and I am still deceiving myself, if it weren't for you, how could I have stepped into this ambush!" Sikong Haoran's mouth outlined a touch of mockery, and the dead wood dragon dagger in his hand emitted a bloodthirsty cold light under the reflection of the bonfire.

"Sikong Haoran, I haven't seen him for a while, in addition to the improvement of his strength, this ability to sow discord is more cultivated. Long Jingzhao was like a nobody, as if what he said just now had not brought him any trouble, the long sword in his hand had not yet been unsheathed, but the whole person exuded a sharp aura.

The soul power covers the whole audience, except for Long Jingzhao, the others are not afraid, but the ants bite the elephant to death, and the black and oppressive crowd in front of them encloses this space, and it is difficult for any ant to go out to the sky.

"Shizi, save me. Leng Tianxiao didn't have the heart to consider whether Sikong Haoran's provocation was real at the moment, and the cold cold blade aura penetrated into his skin, making his whole person fall into the abyss.

He originally wanted to smash the sword seal, but his body at this moment could no longer exert any bit of Xuan Qi, because when Sikong Haoran appeared behind him, he had already sealed all the Xuan veins in his body, except for the strength to speak, he couldn't even raise his hand.

He is unwilling, unwilling to be eliminated, unwilling to be planted in the hands of the same person again and again, but unfortunately God does not fulfill people's wishes.

"Ahh

A terrible scream came from Leng Tianxiao's mouth, and the dagger around his neck quickly pierced through his shoulder blades, and then pulled it out again.

Blood stained a large green shirt on his chest, his pale cheeks became even more hideous, and the blood rolling down his throat was not known if it was the blood stains left on the dagger, or the throat was also cut through the bloody mouth.

"Leng Shao, I'm sorry, my hands shook a little just now. Sikong Haoran's words were like a towering giant peak, which made him breathless, and the dagger that pierced the skin of his throat made him even more frightened.

"You

You can't kill me, the sect has rules, you can't mutilate the same sect. The body trembled involuntarily, blood overflowed from Leng Tianxiao's mouth, and his pale lips were smeared with a layer of blood, which was even more terrifying.

"Sikong Haoran, you brute, let him go. Du Zhanhao's entire chest was filled with anger, and even the buzzing and trembling long sword was venting his anger, and his forward pace was blocked by a palm.

The people around were very aggrieved, obviously they were hunters, but now they had become the prey of restraint.

"What do you want!" Long Jingzhao didn't want to see something unexpected happen, he didn't know if Sikong Haoran would kill him.

If Leng Tian laughs to death, he, the initiator, will not be able to escape the blame, and will definitely be implicated, the previous demeanor is gone, only the killing intent of the cold is surging wantonly in the night.

"I thought you would be desperate to kill me, and it seems that this chip in my hand is not useless. ”

"Let my brothers go, remember, let them go, if I find out that there are other people in the jungle who attack and kill them again, you will wait to collect the corpses of Leng Tianxiao. Sikong Haoran's pupils contracted violently at this moment, and an invisible killing intent instantly enveloped everyone present, he was no longer a cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, but a wild lion who chose people to devour.

Long Jingzhao did not move, but coldly stared at Sikong Haoran in front of him, time was strangely calm at this moment, but under the calm, there was an invisible force colliding with each other, it was a battle of killing intent, and the other people around were like a flat boat in a tsunami, crumbling with the ups and downs of the waves.

The wind was howling, the sand and gravel were undulating, the invisible killing intent was flowing back and forth in the pitch-black night sky, the flowers and plants around were dismembering, and even this space had a subtle cracking sound, and the fallen leaves in the sky turned into powder in an instant, and the entire sky was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

The people who were patronized by the killing intent, there were fine blood marks on their bodies, and some even trembled on the ground, they felt a momentum that was above the killing intent, and even the long swords in their hands were trembling, the sword intent, that's right, it was the sword intent that was integrated into the killing intent.

Of all the people present, more than ninety percent were outer disciples, and most of them stayed in the trials of the third layer of the Sword Tower.

Their comprehension of the sword has opened a gap, a large number of talents have stepped into the threshold of the sword momentum, a small part of the sword momentum has entered the micro success, and the perfect hand can also be counted, although they have all experienced the baptism of sword intent, but it is a relatively mild sword intent, how can it be so murderous and cold to the bone marrow now.

"Humph!"

Long Jingzhao snorted coldly, the cracks under his feet spread in all directions with him as the center, and the killing intent skyrocketed again, if his killing intent was a stream just now, then the killing intent now is a long river that is surging endlessly.

"Compare the killing intent with me, I can't measure myself!" Sikong Haoran also snorted coldly, the baptism of the ancient killing domain blood pool, the seven killing word forging bodies, the killing intent condensed in his body was as majestic as the sea, and this killing intent did not pose any threat to him.

If it weren't for the master's explanation before entering the secret realm, he couldn't use any means in the Ancient Killing Domain, and a single killing word would be enough to annihilate this torrent of killing intent in the sky.

But when he is outside, the military order is not subject to it, time is of the essence to him, and the longer it is consumed, the weaker the Xuan Qi in his body will be, and the hunters who are hiding everywhere will have nothing to care about.

"Kill!"

Thinking of this, Sikong Haoran grabbed Leng Tianxiao's throat with one hand, and a long sword appeared in the other hand, and a killing word bloomed with infinite killing intent, roaring towards Long Jingzhao and his party.

In the place where he passed, all the killing intent was destroyed, all the obstacles were washed away, and accompanied

With the sound of vomiting blood, this dense forest is even more miserable.

"Boom!"

"Kill the word, how is it possible!"

"This kid's killing intent is so ruthless and violent, mixed with the scarlet that makes people upset, what the hell is going on, is he a Shura who came out of the sea of blood in the mountains of thousands of corpses?" Long Jingzhao took half a step back before he could stop his body, his dark eyes were mixed with ruthlessness, and he wanted to deceive him desperately and take the sword to kill him.

Sikong Haoran held the weak Leng Tianxiao, and his soul power hammered hard in his mind, making his almost dissipated consciousness instantly sober up.

His whole body was already wet with cold sweat again, and he slowly came back to his senses, his body was wailing silently, and he was in the center of the killing intent, and his feelings were a thousand times more intense than Long Jingzhao.

For a moment, he looked like a puppet controlled by murderous intent, like a ghost of the walking dead.

Nightmare, for him, Sikong Haoran has become a demonic obstacle that he can't get rid of in this life, if Sikong Haoran knew that he would be so worried about a man, would he kill Leng Tianxiao now?

There was no need for Long Jingzhao to signal, the three people who were besieged next to him, the airtight human wall, fell apart under the shroud of killing intent.

"Haoran, how are you?"

"Haoran, are you alright?"

The two brothers, Shi Tianshuo and Shi Tiandong, stood beside Sikong Haoran on the left and right, while Qing Yu nodded at him, and the long sword wrapped in inky black mist bloomed with fierce killing intent.

"What I said just now was so loud, why don't you leave, their target is me!" Sikong Haoran glanced at the three of them angrily, but a long-lost smile appeared on his face, and the people around him with fierce faces and murderous intent were like nothing.

"You came to the rescue regardless of your safety, how could we let you be surrounded by yourself, besides, as Qing Yu said, no one can know until the last moment, which side is the winner, and the last person with a smile is the ultimate winner. Shi Tianshuo's body was a little weak, but his words were sonorous and powerful, and the blood stains at the corners of his mouth that had not yet dried up were particularly dazzling in the night.

Looking at the appearance of the three of them at the moment, the killing intent in their eyes became even stronger, and they looked at Long Jingzhao on the opposite side and said, "Hand over 400,000 sword patterns, I will spare Leng Tian and laugh at a dog's life!"

"You are really innocent, stupid and ridiculous, surrounded by us, even if the four of you put on your wings, you don't want to fly out today, and you still want 400,000 sword lines, why don't you grab it!" Du Zhanhao, who was standing beside Long Jingzhao, his eyes shattered, his teeth rattled, and his violently trembling body showed his anger at the moment.

"Whether you can get out of here is another matter, the lion opens his mouth, and he is not afraid of choking himself to death!" Ye Zimo was also impatient at the moment, looking at Leng Tianxiao's appearance at the moment, there was a trace of uneasiness in his heart, but he quickly covered it up and mocked.

Sikong Haoran ignored the barking of the two mad dogs, but stared at Long Jingzhao, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, his eyes showed a bloodthirsty cold light, the hand that was pinching Leng Tianxiao's throat became tighter and tighter, and the dagger against his chest had already sunk into an inch away, and the pervasive smell of blood stimulated everyone present, silently telling them, this is the backstage in your eyes!

"Ahem!"

"Help me, save me!"

Leng Tianxiao's hand kept slapping Sikong Haoran, and then trembling and stretched out in the direction of Long Jingzhao, his feet were also moving wildly, his red cheeks, the protruding green tendons on his forehead, and his desperate eyes were about to fall into eternal darkness.

"Can you give face to the next one, how about letting him go!" a figure appeared in front of the four of them like a ghost.