Qingqiu's eyes were light, the fleeting killing cone was shattered, and after a little silence, I saw her slowly turn around, and the purple shirt that was tightly bound to her body slowly faded off her left shoulder.

A "flowing firefly" with a green tail and the size of an index finger appeared on her slender left arm, without a sense of disobedience, as if it was natural, adding a touch of charm.

The unique firefly tattoo of the dark night, he saw it when he helped his grandfather take a bath, and the tail of the flowing firefly on his grandfather's left arm is black, symbolizing the unparalleled status, the ace killer, the king of the dark night.

"What other questions do you have!?" Qingqiu retracted his purple shirt, turned his head slightly, and his voice was like a cold abyss for ten thousand years, making Sikong Haoran fall into an ice cave in an instant.

The remaining fifty percent of the suspicions disappeared after seeing the fireflies flowing in Qingqiu's left arm, and the killing intent in the Heavenly Absolute Array disappeared, and the enchantment that shrouded a distance of fifty zhang also disappeared. The anger and murderous aura in his heart slowly subsided, the cold atrium was surrounded by warmth, and his eyes were hazy: "Grandpa... Are they okay?"

The two of them clearly heard the trills in Sikong Haoran's words, guilt, self-blame, and longing...

Wutong's anger was hard to quench, because of his reasons, the three hall masters of Jiuyou, Tianmu, and Momei almost stayed in the Sword Sect forever.

As soon as he was about to have a seizure, he was attracted by two familiar breaths, his eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he pointed at Sikong Haoran angrily and said: "Lonely soul, this disciple has seen all his sister's body, catch him for me, don't let him run away." ”

The breath that Wutong felt was the lonely soul and wild ghost who came to look for them all the way, and the two of them also sensed the powerful formation fluctuations from a distance, and the reaction of the lonely soul was even more intense.

Qingqiu was unmoved, and even the capital of the mantis did not move sideways, but in the corner where no one found it, the pink red lips under the light veil twitched slightly.

Sikong Haoran looked at Wutong dumbfounded.

What do you mean I saw your sister's body, he took it off by himself, and all he saw was the tip of the iceberg on his back and the firefly tattoo on his left arm, where is the whole body!

What's more, all of this was forced by you, if you hadn't deliberately played tricks, how could things have developed to this extent.

Sikong Haoran was roaring and roaring in his heart, but who could defend him! Under the soul gaze of the Pseudo-Heaven Realm, two figures quickly appeared in front of him, and the dagger in his hand was clenched again.

Behind the light gray robe, the black hair lingers in the wind, under the eyebrows, the dark eyes are fierce and rebellious, the lonely soul, the successor of the Emperor Lechuan, and the black shadow one step behind him, the aura exuded by the body is cold and cold, only one glance, the soul has no waves, the waves are overturned, wild ghosts, and the evil spirits that walk in the dark night.

Looking at each other, the flames splashed under the moonlit night, and the invisible momentum swept through the entire area like a tidal wave, and for a moment the gravel flew sideways and the wind raged.

Sikong Haoran's eyebrows were solemn, and in the battle just now, he could clearly feel that the strength of the man in the light gray robe was above him, and it brought him a very dangerous illusion, thinking that this person should be the lonely soul that Wutong said in his mouth.

Especially the black shadow behind him, obviously standing there, but it seemed to be one with the night, those emotionless eyes, like a shell from the eternal dark ghost cave, if it weren't for the strong soul power, maybe he really wouldn't have been able to discover his existence.

"Lonely soul, are you deaf, Miss Ben told you to catch him!" Wutong was unusually annoyed, and glared at the lonely soul fiercely: "The woman I like is indifferent to being despised by others, no wonder my sister doesn't like you, you deserve to be single for a lifetime!"

The corners of the lonely soul's eyes trembled fiercely.

The person who dared to call him by his name so unscrupulously in the Eight Halls of the Night, except for the seven hall masters, there was only Wutong, and there was no him, because if he wanted to win Qingqiu's favor, he had to pass her first.

Wutong was very surprised, usually the lonely soul would lick his face as long as he saw Qingqiu, if anyone looked at her with bad intentions, the end would either be cut off, or she would die for no reason, not to mention light words. And now he just glanced affectionately at it from a distance, and then put his eyes on Sikong Haoran again.

"Heavenly Absolute Array," the lonely soul felt the thunderous aura of killing and destruction that had not yet dissipated within a radius of fifty zhang, and was very surprised in his heart, with his Sword Emperor primary strength, he was able to portray the Heavenly Absolute Array so easily.

I felt the breath of Qingqiu and Wutong just now, and there were thunder fluctuations on their bodies that were more dense than those in the air, thinking that they had inadvertently stepped into the trap he designed, and they were able to do so much in front of Qingqiu, whose soul power had reached the pseudo-heavenly realm, it seemed that this kid's soul power was at least the pseudo-heavenly realm, and said coldly: "Sikong Haoran." ”

The lonely soul directly said his name without thinking, and the information in his hand, coupled with the words and deeds of the Heavenly Absolute Array and Wutong, was enough to close the coffin.

Sikong Haoran didn't answer, but called his name in his heart, could it be that he was also sent by his grandfather to protect himself, why was he so hostile to me?

"Husband, let me tell you, this murderous butcher is called Lonely Soul, the successor of the Emperor Killer, and the number one killer under the Night Ace, and the next hall master of the Sixth Palace," Wutong's lips curled slightly, and he seemed to smile and said: "Your appearance may make the next Sixth Hall Lord change hands, and moreover, it will become his biggest rival." ”

Sikong Haoran's eyebrows were cold, his appearance would make the position of the sixth hall master change hands, what does this have to do with me, I am not interested at all.

Rival in love, who would like this cold woman, you make me even more afraid of me like a snake and scorpion, if it weren't for your ghosts, I would still be eating meat and drinking in large bowls.

What interests him the most is that the lonely soul is his grandfather's successor, and he is also the number one killer under the night ace, it seems that the previous fleeting hostility is probably worried that Sikong Haoran will compete with him for the position of the sixth hall master?

And robbing a woman, he didn't think about it at all, and he couldn't raise any interest, such a woman was by his side, and he didn't know when he was poisoned.

If you want to say that you will provoke trouble, Wutong deserves to be the first person, slender hand raised slightly, pointed to another person in the shadow, and said coquettishly: "Wild ghost, dark shadow, he can enter your dreams silently." ”

When she said this, Wutong's voice was slightly angry, thinking that it was because she had also suffered at the hands of wild ghosts.

How could Sikong Haoran not notice the other person beside the lonely soul, he couldn't detect the realm of wild ghosts, it seemed that his body was covered by an inexplicable force, and as soon as the soul power approached, the gloomy aura was like the yin wind blowing from Senluo Hell.

Lonely ghosts, people are as their name suggests.

"Farewell to Gusu Tieling, Sikong Haoran, we meet again," the lonely soul walked forward slowly, his right hand stretched forward, and the sword shape was not visible, but the space was filled with a substantial fierce sword aura, and his voice became colder and lower: "Let me see how much you have learned by the side of the emperor over the years!"

Every word, every sentence is darker than the night under the stars and moon, in the years since the emperor disappeared, the sixth hall in the dark night was turbulent, he was walking on thin ice, he had endured too much pressure, and how many times he almost lost his life. He lived not only for himself, but also for the honor and disgrace of the sixth temple, and the moment his figure fell with the last word, he suddenly melted into the darkness.

"Husband, you have to be careful, his sword is invisible and invisible. Wutong had a treacherous appearance, and the smile on his face was very strong, and he made a grimace at his sister.

Qingqiu glanced at Wutong seriously, it was really not a big deal, but she also wanted to see who was better in killing the emperor's heir or killing the emperor's successor!

The hatred in Sikong Haoran's heart, if it weren't for this stinky girl fanning the flames next to him, how could he be inexplicably hostile to the lonely soul, and secretly swore in his heart that he must find an opportunity to repair her well, so that she knows that the star killer greedy wolf is not so easy to tease.

The moment the lonely soul appeared, the soul power of the pseudo-heavenly realm had already locked on him, and the moment he melted into the darkness, Sikong Haoran's eyes shrank suddenly, and his whole body tensed. This is a manifestation of the extreme speed of the body technique, even exceeding the line of sight of everyone present, and the lonely soul is precisely using the wind and cloud shadow, and it is infinitely close to twelve times the body speed, that is, his body method is about to break through the fourth level.

Nine times the speed and infinitely close to twelve times the speed, even if it is only doubled, it is a world of difference, not to mention that it is still a full three times worse, and what is in front of Sikong Haoran is not a heavenly chasm, but a galaxy, or even an extragalactic galaxy.

There are ten thousand laws in the world, only fast and not broken.

It can be imagined what kind of dangerous situation and situation Sikong Haoran will face.

"Boom!"

There is no coercion that covers the sky, there is no momentum of Weiling, only the sword that is extremely fast, as soon as Sikong Haoran reacts, the sword of the lonely soul has already arrived in front of him, and before he can swing the sword to block, a huge force ruthlessly throws him to the rear.

As Wutong said, he couldn't see the sword in his hand at all, only the cold killing that rushed in his face.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The moment he landed, his feet sank into the ground like sharp blades, and the criss-crossing cracks were like spider webs that stretched to dozens of feet, and then under the force of the shock, the surrounding earth turned into powder, and he took eight steps back in a row to stop his body.

The tiger's mouth holding the sword burst into a fine crack, and the bright red blood splattered into the air, Sikong Haoran's heart was terrifying, and he lost his voice: "The Sword Emperor is complete?"

The lonely soul in sight melted into the darkness again, and even his breath disappeared without a trace, the empty night, lonely, slaughtering, and treacherous.

Qiankun Fu runs silently, the mysterious energy, elements, grass and trees between heaven and earth, seem to have become Sikong Haoran's eyes at this moment, the flow trajectory of the air seems to become clear and traceable at this moment, the whole space is like a lake without waves, and the slightest ripples that are so small that they can be ignored are silently flooded in a certain corner of the space.

At this moment, the invisible blade grazed Sikong Haoran's throat, and the dead wood dragon chant held in the palm of his left hand stabbed at the back of the lonely soul in the moment the phantom shattered.

"Zheng!"

The air exploded with the screeching sound of iron rubbing against each other.

The Deadwood Dragon's sharp blades and collision points made a metallic resonance, and its eyes met in the air, and its two pairs of indifferent pupils were like strangers passing by in the bustling flow of people.

Wutong covered his ears with both hands, and Qingqiu and the wild ghost were unmoved, but there was a slight surprise on their faces, they didn't expect Sikong Haoran to be able to detect the whereabouts of the lonely soul, and he was able to launch a counterattack at the first time.

Under the stars and moon, there are many phantoms.

At first, they could still tell which phantom was Sikong Haoran and which phantom was a lonely soul, but with the high-speed operation of the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body, the three of them could not detect which phantom under their sight was real and which was illusory.

The strength of the lonely soul is controlled at the beginning of the Sword Emperor, but his assassination methods can be described as endless, and his vision and experience are much stronger than those of Sikong Haoran, and it didn't take long for a rapidly thrown figure to hit the trunk of a towering tree.

"Bang!"

The towering trees shook violently, the fine cracks extended wildly, and the annual rings crisscrossed in circles.

Through the mottled starlight, I saw that his black shirt was covered with strips of cloth, his chest was rising and falling violently, some blood was slowly overflowing from his lips, and his eyes did not have the slightest fear, just like the dead wood dragon chanting in the palm of his hand was blooming with the battle intent that soared into the sky.

The lonely soul emerged from the darkness, his eyes showed mood fluctuations for the first time, on his left shoulder, a few silk threads on the light gray robe danced lightly in the wind, and he raised his eyes to look at the figure bleeding from the corner of his mouth: "It's a mess!"

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