"Lethe, goodbye to the misty forest, we meet again!" The black-robed man whose whole body was covered by the gloomy aura looked indifferently and ruthlessly at the powerful aura of the "old friend" in front of him, and there was a distance of 100 meters between the two of them between the collision just now.

"Killing God Lechuan, Sword Saint Sikong Xuan, Ji... I didn't expect you to be the same person, as a killer, if you don't even have this ability, it is really despicable. I had my suspicions for a long time, and I didn't confirm my previous suspicions until today. The black-robed man looked coldly at the man in front of him, and he would never forget this annoying face in his life.

Sikong Xuan looked at the black-robed man in front of him indifferently, it turned out that the faint aura of the misty forest aura, it turned out to be him, no wonder it was so familiar, it made people so disgusting, ignored the cold words of the black-robed man opposite, and looked at him contemptuously with his hands behind his back.

"Compared to the name of Sikong Xuan, I am still used to calling you Lechuan, so that I can hate you even more!" The black-robed man looked at the disgusting face, and stretched out his hand to touch the sword wound on his chest.

Seeing Lethe who had doubts about his words, the black-robed man sneered: "Why, don't remember me!"

Sikong Xuan ignored the cynicism of the black-robed man, and said lightly: "I have slaughtered countless pigs and dogs over the years, which one are you?"

The black-robed man's hands clenched so loudly that his face was twisted together, but he couldn't see his face clearly in a black robe. "Hmph... , the moment I kill you, I'll let you die!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

"Sikong Xuan, or Lechuan, I was able to kill you back then, and I can still take your dog life today!" Sikong Xuan's face was expressionless, still holding a pair of hands behind his back and looking coldly at the black-robed man opposite.

"Huh... Ha! Lechuan, do you know what I admire most about you! It is the arrogant appearance of your face, whether it was before or now, this has never changed, and I thought that the ten years of seclusion have worn out your water chestnut!"

"Some time ago, I wanted to die with you when you broke through, but I still have more important things to deal with, but I didn't expect that now your strength has reached a higher level, hum...!"

The black-robed man looked confident, and he also looked at Lechuan opposite with his hands behind his back, but his hands behind his back were forming vague handprints, and bits of mystical runes were scattered along with the handprints in every corner of this small village.

"No matter how strong your current strength is, you still can't escape today!"

After the handprints were finished, the rich evil qi in the black-robed man's body disappeared completely, and the rich blood and soul floated up from the dead villagers, on the floor, and in the dirt around him, gathering more and more in the sky, and gathering more and more richly, all of them drilled into the black-robed man's body.

The pungent blood qi continued to flow rapidly towards the black-robed man from all around, and the blood qi permeating the black-robed man surrounded him, like a ball of blood.

"Not good!"

When Sikong Xuan felt this breath, he felt bad, this thing also happened in a moment, the breath on the black-robed person gradually reached the peak of the Sword Emperor's consummation, and gradually as the blood and qi gathered more and more, the breath suddenly broke through to the primary level of the Sword Saint.

This is the forbidden method of their Demon Sect, which is very domineering and cruel. With blood as a guide, soul as food, and breaking through a realm, one has to sigh how much hatred it takes to do such a cruel thing to oneself.

There are only more than a hundred people in this small village, and this bit of blood and soul power is not enough for the black-robed people to look at, with the death of the two Sword Emperors and the people who have been killed one after another, plus some powerful people in the dark night have died one after another, it provides an excellent opportunity for the black-robed people.

Sikong Xuan's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and instantly appeared beside the black-robed man, after the soul power broke through to the heavenly realm, the use of the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Method was even more arbitrary, as if he could break through the limitations of space, this was the point that Sikong Xuan was most pleased with after using the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Method.

Burst!

slapped his palm at the blood ball, and saw that the blood ball was like a leather ball, dented, and then the blood qi around the black-robed man floated out, leaking out his true body.

"The strength of the Sword Saint is really incomparable! Now my strength has also reached the primary level of the Sword Saint, and we are in the same realm, I will see how you can still match me and take your life!" The black-robed man looked at Lechuan who appeared beside him fiercely, and then slapped Lechuan's head with a fierce and bloody palm.

"Hmph... , With a breakthrough in blood and qi, he dares to say that he is comparable to me, at most he is just a pseudo-saint, so I will let you see what the real sword saint is. A disdainful voice came out of Sikong Xuan's mouth, and then with a devastating palm, it slapped the black-robed man's chest again.

"Ahh

Over the years, the black-robed man has only one purpose in his heart, which is to avenge this sword piercing his chest. Now his strength is also nourished by the powerful blood and soul, and he has broken through to the primary level of the Sword Saint, but he is still insulted again by the person who killed him back then, how can he allow the person he hates to be humiliated again.

"Lethe, go die!"

"A river of blood!"

A suffocating river of blood poured out from the black-robed man's body, rushing towards Sikong Xuan's earth-shattering palm.

Bang!

The bodies of both of them were shocked by the aftermath of the Xuan Qi explosion a hundred miles away, and the wooden houses in the small village had been dilapidated at the beginning of the battle, coupled with this powerful destructive force, all the wooden houses that were still being supported turned into smoke and dust, floating in the air, dancing with the blood that had not yet dried up on the ground.

"Poof!"

After the black-robed man was shocked for a hundred miles, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out of his chest cavity and overflowed in his mouth, and the black-robed man forcibly endured not to let this mouthful of blood spurt out, and immediately swallowed it, but there was still a little overflow from the corner of his mouth.

Sikong Xuan was not comfortable at this time, but compared to the black-robed man, it was much better.

The black-robed man looked coldly at the unharmed Lechuan, his heart was full of anger, and a long knife appeared out of nowhere and was held in his hand. The blade was bright red as blood, the blade was cold and overflowing, and the sharp sword aura was mixed with a rich evil aura.

The black-robed man locked onto the breezy Lechuan in front of him, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, a bottomless crack suddenly opened in the ground, rising from the ground, and with an indomitable violent aura, he burst out with the strongest blow and slashed towards his head.

"Reincarnation annihilation!"

The bright red sword body appeared above Sikong Xuan's head in an instant, and the three-foot-long sword gang had not yet approached, and the fierce sword aura was as terrifying as the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Sikong Xuan was still as immobile as ever, looking at the black-robed man in the sky with a smile on his face, as if he was welcoming his arrival, as if he was laughing at him. A deep horror suddenly rose in the heart of the black-robed man, remembering his strange body.

"Not good!"

The black-robed man was not wrong at all, and the trace of horror in the depths of his soul was not without warning, and he suddenly felt a faint fluctuation in the space behind him, and all his Xuan Qi was used in this powerful and strongest sword, and it was too late to fight back.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the black-robed man's lunar calendar, forcibly reversing the meridians, his body flipped out diagonally at this time, and the knife that swung out also went towards the sky between the lightning and flint, and a blood-red chain flew out from the hilt of the knife with the blade, stabbing into Lechuan's body.

The black-robed man leaked a cruel ridicule, Lechuan, you are still planted in my hands, this time I am still a step ahead. It's just that before he can finish his happiness, the figure that stabbed in it was shattered at this time and disappeared into the air.

"Phantom !!"

"Poof!"

"Instant Beauty"

I only heard an indifferent voice ringing in my ears, and then a finger containing thunderous destructive power was pointed at the back of the black-robed man's heart, and the fierce sword qi containing the perfect sword intent pierced the black-robed man's heart, and then swept through all the organs and Xuan veins in the body like a raging tsunami.

Mouthfuls of blood gushed out as if they were dying, and their hearts exploded in their chests like deflated balls at this time. All the qi and blood in the body also disappeared without a trace at this time, and the black-robed man couldn't exert any strength in his body, and his life was like a dandelion, passing away with the wind.

How terrifying the perfect sword intent was, how could the fierce sword qi that was enough to destroy everything, how could the fragile Xuan veins and organs be able to resist it.

When Sikong Xuan's strength breaks through to the Sword Saint and the soul power reaches the Heavenly Realm, he can briefly break through the limitations of space and transform between the real body and the phantom at will, but there is only one chance, so the timing must be grasped. Make it difficult to distinguish between the real and the false, and you can deliver a fatal blow while confusing the enemy, achieving the effect of surprise.

"Instant Fanghua", Haoran Sword Technique is eight styles, and after breaking through to the Sword Saint, he comprehended the true meaning of Haoran's mental method, and cultivated it naturally, even if he didn't use the Xuanguang Sword, just one finger was enough to defeat the lower spiritual weapon. To this day, this sword move blooms with his most beautiful splendor at the snap of his fingers.

The life of the black-robed man disappeared in Sikong Xuan's sharp fingers, and his body fell silently from the sky to the cold floor. He didn't think until he died, he was also a junior sword saint, why he was so vulnerable, he was unwilling, and the revenge of a sword had not been avenged.

At this moment, a soul containing a blood mass quickly escaped from the black-robed man's mind and disappeared into the sky above Tieling.

"Lethe, I'll come back to you!"

When he saw that his stunner blow missed, he felt that he would be defeated in the hands of Sikong Xuan again, but what he never expected was that he would be defeated so quickly, and even paid the price of his life, and his fate was so helpless.

"It's you!"

Sikong Xuan looked at the soul power blood mass that disappeared in the distance, and felt a sense of familiarity, and suddenly a name popped up in his heart, Broken Soul!

When he had just converted the real and phantom, he had consumed a small part of his soul power and heroic qi, and he didn't expect that in the end, the black-robed man would abandon his body and let his soul escape, and it was too late to stop it.

Sikong Xuan couldn't help but feel a little funny when he heard the cruel words of the threat of breaking the soul, even you and I in the strongest state can be killed, not to mention that now you who only have the soul left, if you can kill you once, you can kill you a second time.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Sikong Xuan's mouth, and at the moment of collision with the broken soul, he was also affected by the powerful bloody qi, suffered a little slight injury, wiped off the blood marks at the corner of his mouth, and coldly looked at the direction of the broken soul's escape.

"Grandpa, grandpa, come and save Xiaoxiao, save Xiaoxiao!" Haoran's mournful cry came intermittently from afar.

Just when Sikong Xuan was stunned, a strange black shadow appeared behind him.

"Be careful!!"

Jiuyou shouted loudly in the direction of Sikong Xuan.