Sikong Haoran's voice was like a bell, hitting everyone's hearts and souls, a monstrous killing intent erupted from his body, and the sword in his hand was as fast as lightning and thunder, and every move was full of endless anger. The masked man across from him didn't understand why the boy had such murderous intent towards him, but his sword moves didn't fall short in the slightest.

When the six people around the black-clothed young man reacted, one of his companions fell in a pool of blood, and they looked at the young man in light gray clothes in shock, the whole person was as sharp as a sword out of the sheath, this is the intermediate strength of the great swordsman, this kid is so keen.

In the duel between masters of the same realm, as long as he is caught by the other party, then he will face the most fatal blow, and with the cooperation of two masters with a strong soul realm, although the young man in black was stabbed in the back by another masked man, he let Sikong Haoran kill one person, and he did not lose.

The two did not communicate in this process, and they were not friends for many years, and the young man in black had calculated Sikong Haoran last night. He didn't expect that Sikong Haoran would actually appear when he was in a desperate situation, and also help him kill one of the people with intermediate strength of the Great Sword Master, which made the pressure on him suddenly a lot less. He didn't know why Sikong Haoran was so angry, thinking that these eight people must have done something angry to him.

"Damn it!"

Two of the six people besieging the black-clothed boy stabbed at Sikong Haoran's back heart and waist and abdomen respectively, Sikong Haoran stepped on his feet continuously, and the wind trail cloud shadow body was five times faster, dodging the fatal blow to the back of the heart and waist and abdomen, and with a backhand, a sword stabbed on the wrist of the masked person on the right.

"This kid's body is so weird, I didn't expect that the task that could have been easily completed would kill a nosy person halfway?Boy, you leave here, I can act as if nothing has happened!" A solemn voice with a warning spat out from the mouth of a masked man, staring coldly at Sikong Haoran, but the sword in his hand did not relax in the slightest, and headed towards the black-clothed young man. If it weren't for the scruples of the Sword Sect and the Dragon Teng Empire, the people they had placed in the six major families would be even stronger.

Sikong Haoran ignored his warning, and when he heard him say the words "nosy", he became even more furious. Overnight, the Xuan Qi in his body had recovered seven or eight layers, since he cultivated the Immortal Golden Body Technique taught to him by the Netherworld, the strength of his physical body had increased day by day, and after a night of repair, the place where his back was burned by the Purgatory Lion was already intact, and he didn't expect that the physical injuries were even faster than the recovery speed of Xuan Qi.

The masked man of the junior level of a great swordsman who has been stared at by him has already had several serious sword wounds on his body, he feels the terrifying young man in light gray clothes, the strange body style that cannot be guarded against, and the sharp sword moves, if it weren't for the other two companions around him, it is estimated that he would have stepped into the footsteps of the one just now.

Although Sikong Haoran was besieged by a masked man of the intermediate level of a great sword master and the junior level of two great sword masters, he did not feel the slightest fear, and the three of them had already suffered a lot of injuries

, but they did not show the slightest timidity.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance, it's still too late for you to leave, it's not something you can meddle in! Don't get into trouble?" Surrounding Sikong Haoran, the masked man of the middle level of the Great Sword Master said sharply.

Their purpose this time was only to kill the young patriarch of the Soul Cultivation Clan, and they didn't want to have another incident, after all, this was the secret realm of the Dragon Teng Empire, and the swordsmanship and body technique of the kid in light gray clothes were all mysterious, and they were worried that this mission might be variable, so they warned him again.

"Noise! After all that, I only heard two words from it, looking for !! death."

The sword qi on Sikong Haoran's steel sword became more and more domineering, mixed with the sword momentum like palpitations, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed towards a masked man at the front.

"The sword momentum is subtle and perfect! This kid... Is it a demon?"

Under the oppression of Tianmu and the others, Sikong Haoran broke through the sword momentum in Tieling Mountain Pass to the realm of perfection, and he also wanted to try to see what level the realm that had just broken through had reached.

The masked man at the front felt the strongest, he had already suffered a lot of injuries, all of them were injured by Sikong Haoran, and he actually came towards his own lore again, he was disrupted by this sword momentum, and it was just such a short moment of negligence, from his shoulder blades to his waist and abdomen, Sikong Haoran's sword qi directly broke a long bloody hole.

The body was thrown far away by this sword qi, and the moment he fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood gushed out, covering the long bloody mouth, and he couldn't stop the blood in his body from spurting out, wailing, and looking at Sikong Haoran in fear. If it weren't for Sikong Haoran's sword momentum being blocked for a while by a masked man at the intermediate level of a great sword master among the three, this sword momentum alone could have killed him on the spot.

The young man in black also saw the situation on Sikong Haoran's side, and the originally closed door of his heart was also knocked on a small gap by his actions, he originally thought that he would not trust anyone in this world except himself, seeing him desperately kill the masked people who besieged him, no matter what the reason, the young man in black had a trace of trust in Sikong Haoran.

The masked black-clothed man around him also saw a companion who was poisoned by Sikong Haoran, and saw him lying on the ground shrinking and trembling, the blood on his chest had stained his whole body, and the wriggling internal organs could be clearly seen at the sword mouth of his waist and abdomen, and he fell to the ground and was dying, and he felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and shouted at several other people: "Fight quickly!"

Sikong Haoran gradually approached the black-clothed young man, and the wind trail cloud shadow body walked around the two remaining masked people beside him, at this moment, Sikong Haoran suddenly took out his sword and killed the masked man at the intermediate level of the Great Sword Master, only to see him show a trace of mockery towards Sikong Haoran, and the same sword stabbed out, passing through Sikong Haoran's throat, his eyes were full of joy and ridicule, and his joy and ridicule turned into unease in a blink of an eye, because he saw the gray-clothed young man who pierced his throat shattered in front of his eyes.

"Hiccup... , you...!" blood gushed from the black-clothed young man's side

The mouth of the junior sword master flowed out quickly, and his face was full of horror as he looked at the tip of the sword passing through his chest.

"Thank you. The young man in black and Sikong Haoran leaned back to back, looking coldly at the remaining five people around them, both sides had different degrees of injuries at this time, but relatively speaking, the wounds on the young man in black were even more tragic.

"I thought you were dumb, I didn't expect you to be able to talk. Sikong Haoran could feel the aura of indifference to everything on the black-clothed young man's body, what kind of situation made him become like this, he suddenly had a feeling of sympathy and sympathy, and continued: "Don't think that I am helping you, if they don't have a common enmity with me, just if you calculated my matter yesterday, I also have to stab you from behind, I have a grudge!"

Sikong Haoran felt a hot current coming from his back, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was the sword wound on the back of the black-clothed young man who was bleeding, the three great sword masters were intermediate, and the five great sword masters were junior level, and they were besieged together, it was already very good to be able to survive, it seemed that the forces behind them didn't want the black-clothed young man to get out of the secret realm. "Hey... Are you okay?"

"Boy, you will pay for what you did today!" one of the masked men of the Intermediate Strength of the Great Sword Master looked at Sikong Haoran domineeringly.

"The price, the fate of the three of them is your next fate!" Sikong Haoran looked at the masked man who spoke sarcastically, and said coldly: "From the moment you met me, it was doomed to your end. With your identity, it is completely impossible to pass the assessment of the first level and the second level, and the only possibility is that the people of the six major families arranged for you to enter in disguise, but I didn't expect that your hands would reach the capital of the Dragon Teng Empire!"

"Who the hell are you?" The man in black led by him looked at Sikong Haoran dumbly, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, this matter must not be leaked out, otherwise even if he left alive, the consequences of facing them would be a dead end.

"Who I am, you are not qualified to know!" Sikong Haoran's voice came from behind a masked man at the beginning of the Great Sword Master, and he was suddenly frightened, and the sound of the sword cutting through the flesh and skin creaked into his heart, how could he appear behind me, obviously surrounded by us?

"This kid's body is very weird, everyone be careful!" the masked man led by him yelled loudly at Sikong Haoran, who suddenly disappeared, as if he had seen a description of this kind of body style somewhere, but the young man in black didn't give him much time to think about it, and he heard a scream coming from the side.

"Ahh , my hand!" The person who made the screaming sound was one of the last two great swordsmen with intermediate strength, and at the moment when Sikong Hao disappeared, he instantly slashed out the strongest sword in the direction of his disappearance, and at the moment when he attacked, he felt a threat of death, and a pitch-black soul needle pierced his skull, causing his sword move to stagnate for a short time, and his entire body was shaking.

Sikong Haoran flashed in front of his eyes, and he saw the hand holding the sword raised high, and the blood was pouring like a torrential rain

He watched all this with wide eyes and despair. When Sikong Haoran made a move, a soul voice of the black-clothed young man appeared in his mind, inducing them to intercept and kill their strongest combat power.

Ignoring his despair, not pitying his wails, the veil that covered his cheeks was gone, a pale face, a messy step. A foot-long sword appeared in his frightened eyes like thunder, getting closer and closer, the fear in his heart sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and when he was about to end his life with the killing intent to destroy everything, the masked man led by him slashed at Sikong Haoran's sword with a sword.

"Click...!"

Although Sikong Haoran's sword was cut off, how could the sword gang that annihilated everything die out, and continued to go towards the chest of the broken arm boy, the sword gang more than a foot long cut diagonally from his neck, and the broken arm boy saw that his body was still retreating, and the blood on his neck was like a fountain, spurting upward, and his head spun around for a while, and with a bang, there was a last intimate collision with the ground.

The other three masked men of the junior level of the Great Sword Master watched all this in horror, looking at the young man who was like a killing god in horror, and an unprecedented trembling fear frantically grew and swelled in the deepest part of each of their hearts.

Sikong Haoran spurted out a mouthful of blood, held the sword on his chest in his left hand, and retreated quickly, the masked man led by him obviously did not intend to let him go, the young man in black got rid of the siege of the other three, and quickly killed the masked man led by him.

Sikong Haoran's eyes were cracked, blood stained a large area of his chest, his eyes were filled with a strong violent atmosphere, a piece of scarlet, he saw the names of more than a hundred villages that were slaughtered in Tieling Village, he saw the black marks on Xiaoxiao's face like spider webs, the black blood at the corners of his mouth, and the cold corpse.

The long hair on the back of his head was windless, allowing the long sword to pierce his chest, and the broken sword in his right hand pulled out a sharp sword flower, and a sword slashed through his throat, the two looked at each other like this, and the black-clothed man at the head covered the throat that was spurting blood, and looked at Sikong Haoran in horror and said, "Your sword... Clearly... It's already broken, why...?"

Sikong Haoran's eyes were blood-red, and he looked at him with a sneer, "Isn't it just a sword?" You care too much about it, leaving the swordsman, the sword is just an ornament, and the real swordsman, even if he doesn't have a sword, he is still a swordsman." ”

The masked man at the head never imagined that the young man in light gray clothes would be as ferocious as a demonic beast, not only cruel to his enemies, but also ruthless to himself. When the black-clothed young man slashed through the throat of the masked man led by Sikong Haoran with a sword, a sword pierced his heart, and the sharp sword qi shattered the internal organs in his body.

The other three couldn't believe their eyes when they saw all this, their eyes shrunk in horror and despair.

True fear is never something that can be resisted by human will, and it only takes a moment, a moment of faith to collapse, and everything can be easily torn apart.

Where the black-clothed young man's pitch-black long sword passed, three heads flew high, and everything they had carefully prepared had undergone a earth-shaking transformation after Sikong Haoran's arrival, and they didn't know until they died, why this young man in light gray clothes was so desperate.

(End of chapter)