No one thought that the person who was hit hard would be Song Yiyi, the goddess of Yunju Peak, and just as they expected, when the smoke and dust completely dissipated, the embarrassed figure with blood spilled was Sikong Haoran.

Trembling, he stood up from the pit, his pale lips and teeth bleeding profusely, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries.

Under the green shirt, several blood holes half an inch deep were extremely dazzling, but they did not penetrate his body, not even the bones were touched, and the people with high strength could show that a layer of blood scabs had formed on the wound, and the skin around it emitted a faint pale golden light in the scorching sun.

And his sharp pupils did not show the slightest weakness, but bloomed with a fighting intent that broke through the sky.

"Damn... This kid's physique is really perverted, if he were someone else, it is estimated that he would have passed out a long time ago, he is like a nobody, is he a demonic beast transformed by a hundred thousand mountains?"

"The horror of the sword intent is not only aimed at **, but also the destruction of a person's consciousness and soul, judging from his behavior, where there is a trace of abnormal symptoms, he must have a defensive magic weapon on his body, or his soul is so powerful that it is unattainable!"

"Based on what you just said, I believe in the former even more, with his age, the soul realm is not much different from you and me at most. ”

The people who threatened Sikong Haoran to be half-useless just now are silent one by one, looking at the blood-stained figure, suddenly like falling into a nightmare forest.

"This kid will always bring unexpected surprises, in the confrontation just now, I thought he was going to be eliminated for a moment!"

"From our return to Cloud Shadow Peak yesterday to the beginning of today's decisive battle, during this period of time, he has comprehended the sword intent in the sword tower, and from beginning to end, he has not taken the initiative to attack with the sword intent, and has been in a defensive state. Long Qianyu was not worried, but when he thought of his somewhat mysterious junior brother, it seemed that his body was shrouded in countless layers of hazy veil.

Then he continued to speak: "The attack of the sword intent fish in the Sword Lake, the tempering of the sword intent in the sword tower, and the baptism of the sword intent in the eleven stone swords of the sect, besides, there was a mysterious old man by his side before, and it was not so easy to defeat him with the sword intent alone. ”

"Old man, second senior brother, what are you talking about, old man?" Mu Yang showed a trace of doubt on his face, and then turned his head to look at Long Qianyu.

The words just now were also heard by several other people around them, but to their disappointment, Long Qianyu did not mean to explain, but continued to watch every move of the projection light curtain.

The Great Array Battle Table.

"Qinglian Sword Intent is really terrifying, if it weren't for my physique reaching the intermediate peak of the Soul Washing Realm, and the Soul Ocean was guarded by the Soul Refining Ding, this time, even if I didn't fall into a coma, I would have broken all the bones in my body. Sikong Haoran half-narrowed his eyes, wiping the blood at the corners of his mouth, just like a jackal who chooses to devour.

His soul was not unharmed at all as everyone said, but it was not very serious, at this time, the Soul Refining Ding was blooming with brilliant brilliance in the soul ocean, repairing the damage caused by the Qinglian Sword Intent, feeling the stinging pain coming from all over his body, and the killing aura rushed out wildly.

A long sword appeared in Sikong Haoran's palm, the invisible sword intent swallowed the cold light, and a terrifying and suffocating slaughter filled the entire Great Array Enchantment, like a fully awakened deep-sea beast, opening its terrifying fangs and devouring in the direction where Song Yiyi was, as if to tear her to pieces.

Song Yiyi's eyes were shocked, she couldn't know how fierce her Qinglian sword intent was, any cultivator with the perfect strength of the Great Sword Master wanted to stop his edge, but Sikong Haoran not only stood up, but the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger.

From the moment he first entered the decisive battle, he had a fierce sword intent on his body, and sure enough, it seemed that his attainments in sword intent had also reached a very high level.

Throughout the previous few duels, his physique, body method, and soul realm have all reached one

is terrifying, a mystery's focus on one peak is enough to be proud of the group, but he can merge at the same time, and his achievements are extraordinary, Song Yiyi has to pay attention to such a strong opponent.

Looking at the essence of the murderous aura in the sky, Song Yiyi did not hesitate, the sword qi that followed a certain trajectory condensed an impermeable sword net in front of her,

"Whew!"

With an incomparably piercing cutting sound, the Killing Sword Qi slashed through the space of dozens of zhang, impressively imprinted with a long semicircular sword arc.

When it touched Song Yiyi's condensed sword net, it suddenly collided together, and this sword qi shattered inch by inch because it couldn't withstand the force of the shock, and in an instant, hundreds of sword qi appeared, instantly filling the entire sword net.

All of a sudden, Qinglian Sword Intent and Killing Sword Intent embraced each other like this, fighting against each other, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the wind roared.

And on the spectator seat, everyone's bodies trembled uncontrollably, creepy, obviously far away, and there was a large array of enchantments to block them, but the two powerful sword intents that overflowed made their backs chill.

At this moment, just when the two sword intents were stalemate together, a strong warning came from Song Yiyi's soul, and without any hesitation, she shook sideways and appeared ten zhang away, and a sword shadow instantly pierced the place where she had just stayed.

However, the crisis did not quietly recede with her absence, but the warning signs became stronger and stronger.

With every step, a sword lotus was born under her feet, and a majestic blue lotus sword intent bloomed around her body in an instant, and Song Yiyi was like a goddess of the Nine Heavens in the green lotus, and no foreign object could get close to her.

"Hum..."

However, at the moment when Qinglian's sword qi bloomed, a soul sound wave instantly immersed in it, and at this moment, Song Yiyi's face changed suddenly, and the soul ocean buzzed and trembled, as if countless little bees were singing in unison, and it was accompanied by a violent burning pain.

The short trance brought her a fatal crisis, and the sword that Sikong Haoran was about to pierce her heart suddenly deviated from the direction.

And Song Yiyi is also worthy of being the top powerhouse of the half-step Sword Emperor, even if the soul is attacked, but the life and death crisis once again avoided the fatal blow under the instinctive reaction.

"Woohoo!"

Sikong Haoran under the shadow of the wind and clouds, the sharp sword grazed Song Yiyi's left shoulder blade, and the green shirt tightly wrapped around her exquisite curves also broke a hole, several green silks flew with the wind, and the flawless skin of white jade also flashed from the sight.

Until this moment, the dilemma of the stalemate between Qinglian Sword Intent and Killing Sword Intent, without the support of Xuan Force, suddenly exploded, and Sikong Haoran's figure that stayed in place and gradually faded was also annihilated by the two sword intents.

This series of actions lasted only six breaths, and Sikong Haoran completed a failed and fragrant assassination with his powerful soul power and body technique, because of the last fatal sword, he... The heart softened.

And he didn't think of the consequences of soft-heartedness.

Song Yiyi looked at the broken green shirt at the left shoulder blade, and the killing sword intent remaining in her body, her eyes were burning with anger, and the "chasing the wind" sword was also roaring fiercely, the wind and thunder roared, and the sword qi roared wildly, but she did not immediately launch a crazy counterattack, but looked coldly at Sikong Haoran who was waiting on the other side.

In her heart, she recalled the scene she had just born, the figure that stayed opposite her, the warning sign from her soul, the sword shadow that flashed in the retreat, and the sword at the moment when the soul sonic attack didn't have time to react at all, "Visual deception, powerful soul power, perfect assassination!"

Song Yiyi muttered in a low voice, and there were even more turbulent waves in his heart, the scene of Sikong Haoran's assassination of Danhong is still fresh in his memory, and now he has experienced it himself, only to show his horror, far more terrifying than he sees, why is he proficient in the art of assassination, this is the biggest question in Song Yiyi's heart!!

On the spectator seats, countless young mysteries were all shocked, and some were even frightened

Retreating, his hands unconsciously touched his throat and chest, they never thought that Sikong Haoran, who was embarrassed before, would burst out such a ruthless attack.

The strongest of the other four peaks in the inner gate, their pupils also shrank sharply in an instant, and the other disciples didn't see the lightning-fast sword, but they clearly captured the trajectory of the walk.

"How can the Phaseless Sword Song still be used like this?" the murmur dissipated in the wind.

And Danhong, who was sitting in the seat, was a little calm at this time, but the slightly raised evil arc at the corner of his mouth released a dangerous cold light.

The seat where the peak master is located.

Chen Qi's face was cold, and he looked at Ye Chaoyang coldly, "The good apprentice you taught is not on par with your style when you were young, and even out of the blue, in the future, your Xuanling Seven Leaves of Cloud Shadow Peak will not want to take another piece of !! from my Cloud Residence Peak."

Ye Chaoyang: "... ..."

The other three peak masters and outer gate elders were holding back a smile one by one, their faces flushed, but behind some of the smiles, there were unknown intentions.

The white jade teacup in Ye Chaoyang's palm was full of mist, and he trembled unconsciously, his brows couldn't help frowning, and his face was instantly full of smiles, "Ahem, junior sister..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Qi's angry voice, "What junior sister, call me Master Chen Qifeng!"

Ye Chaoyang was speechless, the rules of the decisive battle of the grand event were all formulated by you, and my disciple did not foul, besides, the battlefield sword has no eyes, what does this have to do with me, he can only wail in his heart these words, if he really says it, his only greedy cup will be completely lost, and it will be irretrievable.

On the final stage.

Sikong Haoran didn't know at all that there was a fierce verbal exchange at the seat where the peak master was, and he was still for a moment, and then he once again moved a ruthless counterattack, which could not let her disperse the sword intent that remained in her body.

In Song Yiyi's sight, Sikong Haoran suddenly disappeared, and the figure and sword shadow seemed to have escaped into the dark void and disappeared without a trace, only the pervasive sword intent became stronger and stronger.

Zheng!

Song Yiyi's eyes were like a harsh winter, and with the roar of the "Chasing the Wind" sword, a vast sword intent was like a falling meteorite, piercing the place where the Xuan Qi fluctuated.

Sikong Haoran stepped on the wind and the shadow of the clouds, fluctuating like a cloud, like the wind, shuttling through all corners of the big array.

Although the remnant of the Dao Dao dodged, the long sword in his hand burst out with a killing sword aura that was indistinguishable from reality, and then met the sword directly.

"Bang!"

The Killing Sword Qi and the Qinglian Sword Qi collided in the air, and the two sword intents exploded again, and the decisive battle platform suddenly descended like thunder, and the fine cracks were torn apart like spider webs, and the two figures flew far to the edge of the explosion.

The two figures seemed to have a soul in their hearts, one fell to the battle platform and bowed slightly into the air, the other touched the rapid leap of the large array enchantment, and the two humanoid hurricanes approached quickly in the same direction.

Song Yiyi's shadow swirled lightly in the air, and countless Qinglian sword qi were like ten thousand swords, with rolling monstrous flames, as if they were going to kill his disciple on the spot.

And Sikong Haoran completely ignored it, between the virtual and real sword moves in his hand, the Qinglian sword qi was silently annihilated, but the Qinglian sword qi was endless, and dozens of sword qi broke through his defenses, and the originally scabbed wound broke down again, and the trace of blood stained the green shirt.

"Tear it up!"

didn't care about the severe pain on his body, and he slashed through Song Yiyi's Qinglian sword curtain with all his might, and killed in front of him, but saw a pair of playful eyes.

It's not good, but it's too late.

Everything in front of me was turned upside down, and a green forest came into view.

Also at this moment, Song Yiyi's breath completely disappeared.

Sikong Haoran stood with his sword in his hand, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, lush forests and bamboos in front of him, his pupils suddenly constricted, "Could it be this...?"