Wang Tao flew out like a meteorite and crashed into a huge stone, blood staining his clothes, scarlet eyes, and distorted face, fighting against the murderous intent of the riot.

It was precisely because of this killing sword that the scarlet blood mist in Wang Tao's body collapsed instantly, although he was seriously injured and attacked by the killing intent, he did not completely lose his mind, and struggled to prop himself up from the ground and leaned against the stone.

Sikong Haoran appeared five meters in front of him, and the Deadwood Dragon Groan dagger appeared in his hand.

"Huh... Ha... , I didn't expect that I, Wang Tao, would have today, if it weren't for the scarlet blood mist in this pool of blood, you would have become my sword soul. Wang Tao's eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes scarlet, laughing wildly, while being furious, coughing violently, and blood kept gushing out.

"Shaoxia, can you let him live, at this moment he has been invaded by killing intent, even if you don't kill him, he will sink in the killing intent!" "Wenlan Gongzi and Wang Tao don't like each other, in fact, there is not much contradiction, and now seeing him like this, I can't bear to see him die here.

"You shut up for me, even if I, Wang Tao, die, I won't survive, I just hate that I can't find him earlier and strangle him!" Wang Tao said in a fierce voice, his words were full of sorrow, but there was a sense of sadness.

"You should be glad you didn't make a move on me. Sikong Haoran turned his head to look at the prince of Wenlan behind Wang Tao, and his words were full of coldness.

At the moment when Sikong Haoran turned his head, a figure appeared beside him like an arrow from the string.

"Be careful!" the young man in white yelled.

How could Sikong Haoran put himself in danger, his current soul power was already at the peak of the intermediate level of the spirit realm, after the feedback of the soul refining ding, the baptism of the blood pool was more condensed than before, and everything around him was in his soul sight.

At the moment of Wang Tao's sneak attack, Sikong Haoran's figure disappeared in place, and what he shattered was only the phantom that remained in place.

In the depths of Wang Tao's mind, his soul stabbed like a pinprick, and when he was alarmed, it was too late, and a cold light swept through his throat again, still in the same position, but more ruthless than before.

Wang Tao's eyes were cracked, his legs involuntarily knelt on the ground, and he looked at the young man in a light gray robe in front of him in horror.

The blood gushing from the throat, like a hydrogen balloon filled with water that had been punctured with a few small holes, covered the throat, and spit out a few slurred words with the blood, "You... Finally... Who is it?"

"You are not qualified to know if you are alive, but you can ask Hades when you die!"

The scarlet in Wang Tao's eyes gradually dissipated, and the vitality slowly passed at this moment, and finally fell in a pool of blood, Wenlan Gongzi glanced over, his eyes trembled, and he sighed softly.

In a space in the Ancient Killing Domain, there are delicate petals everywhere, a woman in a pink dress is sitting on the edge of the bath, a pair of jade feet are shaking, rippling with silky ripples, green jade fingers caress hair, red lips slightly open, and whispered: "This little guy is also."

It's so flattering. ”

Raising his head slightly, looking in the other direction of the bath, a girl in a red shirt, skin like snow, and a temperament like an orchid sat cross-legged, if Sikong Haoran appeared here, he could recognize it at a glance, it was the senior sister Qian Lulu he had been looking for for a long time.

"Wonderful, wonderful, the little miscellaneous fish actually made you look like this, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like a person who can get a blood sword!" A discordant voice slowly came from a distance, and I saw that this person's whole body was shrouded in murderous aura, and a blood sword was tightly held in the palm of his hand.

"This person is Tianji of the Southern Regions, the son of Xiao Tian, the Crazy Sword Peerless Sword, and the young master of the Sword Sect, Xiao Jinghong!" the young man in white put away the folding fan and stood beside Sikong Haoran and whispered.

The person who can speak wildly and has no scruples is none other than Xiao Jinghong, and now that he has obtained the blood sword, he is even more evil and awe-inspiring, he is already hostile to Sikong Haoran, and he has also captured a large part of the essence blood in the blood pool, and the killing intent towards him in his heart is also heavier.

Although Sikong Haoran was injured by Wang Tao's last blow, fortunately, the internal injury was not very serious, the ancient killing domain inheritance, killing a sword, how could it be so easy to break.

The majestic power of qi and blood in his body was slowly repairing the injuries in his body, and in just a while, he had already recovered, even if the young man in white didn't say it, he could hear who it was from the deep cold and harsh voice.

When Xiao Jinghong walked three feet away from Sikong Haoran's side, the blood sword in the sea of souls let out a buzzing tremor, and then appeared in Sikong Haoran's right hand, repelling the dead wood dragon chant he held in the palm of his hand, and caught the dagger with his left hand and put it into the Sumeru Na Ring.

Xiao Jinghong turned to look in the direction of Wenlan Gongzi, although he looked embarrassed at the moment, his delicate curves, posture and appearance were as cold and arrogant as the hollow valley Youlan, and he looked at her with a smile and said, "What I said before, how do you think about it!"

A trace of struggle flashed in Gongzi Wenlan's eyes, but soon, this struggle was quickly replaced by fierceness, and he said gloomily: "Xiao Jinghong, you want me to be your woman, and you are not afraid of dying at home that day?"

Xiao Jinghong not only didn't get angry, but laughed and said: "What I like is your ruthlessness, as long as you promise me, I will kill this kid for you!"

When Gongzi Wenlan heard Xiao Jinghong's words, she was silent for a moment, and glanced at Sikong Haoran's direction, she was very moved.

But she clearly knew in her heart that the seemingly harmless young man on the surface had a heart that was more fierce than the wolf of wealth, and he would rather face the evil and impermanent Xiao Jinghong than face Sikong Haoran, who was silent and took people's lives at any time.

"Senior brother, why is there a smell in this ancient killing domain, are you farting!"

"Nonsense, you can't slander your senior brother Yu, he doesn't fart so loudly!"

Three people in Taoist robes walked out of the darkness, standing between Sikong Haoran and Wenlan Gongzi and others, and theorized while walking, the three of them were the three of Daomen Yu Greed, Jade Anger, and Jade Idiot.

"Huh... Ha, three Dao Masters, not only are you deaf and clear, but even your nose is very accessible, admire, admire!" Murong Yuan

laughed heartily, and even Sikong Haoran, who was originally not smiling, was made laughed by this sudden scene.

"Stinky Daoist, you are looking for death!" Xiao Jinghong was furious, these three stinky Daoists had not dealt with him since they were in the cave, and there was a conflict in the killing domain, and the three of them joined forces and he had no choice but to do it, and he even dared to speak out today.

"Huh!"

Two exclamations rang out at the same time.

As soon as Xiao Jinghong was about to make a move, he found that the blood sword in his palm was about to come out of his hand, and Sikong Haoran's feeling was the same as Xiao Jinghong.

Directly above the blood pool, a space gate appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and a call sounded in the minds of Sikong Haoran and Xiao Jinghong, and the blood sword in the hands of the two was moving in the direction where the space gate was, flying with the bodies of the two of them.

Sikong Haoran was very familiar with this call, he tried his best to break free of the blood sword in his palm, but he couldn't get rid of it anyway, the more intense the struggle, the stronger the pulling force on the blood sword.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared together, in the space gate above the blood pool, the young man in white and the three Taoist priests wanted to enter together, but they were shocked back by a force.

It's a cave-like space.

It was half as small as the space in the Blood Pool, but it was also spacious enough, without the scarlet blood mist that permeated other spaces, and from the moment the two of them came to this space, the call in their hearts was extremely clear, as if they were standing beside them.

The two of them were ten meters apart, and the blood sword in their hands made a buzzing sound, and in front of them, ten zhang away, a long sword was embedded in a stone crevice, and the call came from it.

"Your swordsmanship and soul secret technique do not belong to any sect, are you interested in joining the Sword Sect!" Xiao Jinghong held the blood sword, his whole body exuded a killing intent, he stared at the breathless long sword in front of him, the call that appeared in the blood pool before made him both expectant and frightened, and the young man next to him also got a blood sword, which will be an obstacle for him to seize the last inheritance.

When Sikong Haoran said the Soul Secret Technique, an invisible killing intent locked on him, and the blood sword in his hand also buzzed and trembled, and the scarlet sword qi centered on him and spread towards Xiao Jinghong.

Xiao Jinghong was not angry, this murderous aura would be a big trouble for those who had not yet comprehended the artistic conception of killing, he was also the holder of the blood sword, and he who also comprehended the artistic conception of killing was not afraid of this aura. "In my opinion, there are two kinds of people in this world, the one who is on my side, and the one who is on my side, you are that kind of person!"

Sikong Haoran looked at him with a sneer, this little trick was also played here, and the killing intent was withdrawn, at this moment his eyes were all about the long sword ten zhang away, which gave him no more uneasiness than before, so he didn't make any other moves, but stood in place and didn't move.

"Hum.... ”

An invisible sword aura overflowed from the long sword, interrupting the tension between the two of them, and then permeated the entire space, Sikong Haoran held his forehead with his left hand, eyebrows

Screw it tightly together.

A sudden feeling of dizziness caught him off guard, his head was unusually heavy, and his soul ocean was suppressed by the Soul Refining Ding, and he couldn't resist the invasion of this fluctuation.

"Knock! knock!"

The Soul Refining Ding was roaring, driving away the invisible ripples that invaded the soul ocean, and the blood slowly flowed out from Sikong Haoran's Seven Apertures, if it weren't for the suppression of the Soul Refining Ding, would it be possible to die here today?

Xiao Jinghong's chest flashed with dazzling starlight, his situation was no better than Sikong Haoran, even worse than him, there was a pool of bright red blood in front of him, and his body was also shaking, if it wasn't for the support of the blood sword, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Just as they were in a daze, an irresistible pressure came from above their heads, and then the blood sword in their hands buzzed and trembled, pulling the two of them towards the long sword ten zhang away.

Sikong Haoran's Soul Determination was already in operation, and the Soul Refining Ding also emitted a golden light, and the entire soul ocean added another layer of golden defense, like a fortress as solid as gold.

The moment he came to his senses, he was shocked, and with a foot on it, he fell deep into the solid ground.

All of a sudden, the entire cave flew sand and rocks, the wind howled, and the pulling force from the blood sword became more and more violent, and the feet that were deep in the ground pulled out two long pits, no matter how deeply rooted the feet were, they could not compete with the power of this man.

The bodies of the two appeared a meter away from the long sword, and only then did they see clearly that the long sword embedded in the stone crack was surrounded by a hazy halo.

At this moment, the blood sword in their hands came out of their hands, suspended in the air, and gradually leaned together, they were conflicting with each other, but they were fused by an invisible force, Sikong Haoran could feel the anger coming from the blood sword.

In an instant, the blood-colored long sword that merged into one erupted with a shocking murderous aura, and the two of them were like a flat boat in the sea, devastated in the tumbling tsunami, and the boat would be destroyed at any time, and the blood-colored ripples surrounded the two, and then, the blood sword merged into the long sword.

With a buzz, Sikong Haoran and Xiao Jinghong were overwhelmed by this force.

(End of chapter)