There was a cheer in the Sword Sect's square, and when they wanted to see who this somewhat sloppy figure was, it disappeared without warning in the blink of an eye, and they thought they were dazzled for a while.

Immediately after that, two figures stepped out of the air again, one of them blooming with a fierce murderous aura on his body, his messy hair was draped over his shoulders, and several blood marks on his green shirt were clearly visible, as if he had come out of a slum.

A pair of eyes from the Nine Hells scanned the audience, and anyone who was targeted was like an invisible chain, binding their fragile souls.

The other figure was also a little embarrassed, and the soul power was surging out, and the huge Sword Sect Square was all under his soul sight, but he didn't find the figure that just came out, but he didn't relax his vigilance in the slightest.

These two figures were none other than Shuangshi Peak Danhong and Cloud Shadow Peak Long Qianyu.

All the disciples in the Sword Sect Square, all those with low strength, were silent under the momentum released by Danhong, and as the whispers sounded, the others also began to talk about it.

"At that moment just now, that look overwhelmed me, the half-step Sword Emperor powerhouse was so terrifying!"

"What's going on with the two of them, how could there be such a big conflict, is it because of the uneven distribution of the spoils of the Nether Ghost Fire?"

"Look at the appearance of Shuangshifeng Danhong at this time, it is like his own cabbage being arched by a pig, I see, someone must have calculated him, if this is the case, the figure that just appeared may be the culprit, it has not happened such an interesting thing for a long time. ”

"Huh... Yanxia Peak Zhang Hao and Tianzhu Peak Xuanbin also came out, the two of them seemed to be casual, could it be that they were watching the play from the side?"

Sikong Haoran and Qing Yu woke up from their cultivation and found that Dan Hong was sitting cross-legged next to the portal, so they made another plan, and finally Sikong Haoran went to attract the attention of Dan Hong and Zhang Hao, because he knew that Xuan Bin must have discovered Qing Yu and would not make a move to stop him, besides, the second senior brother was still next to him and could contain one of them.

The moment Sikong Haoran appeared in the Sword Lake, everyone discovered his breath, and when they approached, under the speed of the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Method, a series of afterimages were pulled out on the surface of the Sword Lake, and in different directions, there were four figures that were exactly the same as Sikong Haoran, and then, darkness shrouded the Sword Lake again.

Sikong Haoran also stepped into the portal at this time, and only then did he have the scene just now, but he never expected that as soon as he got out of the predicament, he fell into another abyss again.

Ye Chaoyang disappeared from his seat the moment Sikong Haoran appeared, but he was still a step late, staring coldly in one direction, his fists clenched together, and in the depths of his eyes, a trace of cold killing intent and uneasiness flashed.

The other Four Peaks Peak Masters also rose into the air at this time and appeared beside Ye Chaoyang, they also discovered this powerful aura, and they also clearly knew who it was.

"Senior brother, don't be impulsive, Elder Taishang won't do anything too out of the ordinary?" Chen Qi appeared beside Ye Chaoyang, and when he saw the killing intent flashing in his eyes, he couldn't help but speak anxiously.

"You guys stay here, and I'll take care of that. Ye Chaoyang's voice was very cold, so cold that the wind blowing on his cheeks was like a bloodthirsty blade.

The seriousness of the matter has been informed to Elder Taishang Wen Yu, but he didn't expect to make a move, I just hope that he won't do something stupid to ignite the fire because of a moment of anger, if this matter is not handled well, the consequences are simply unimaginable, Ye Chaoyang turned his head and glanced at Dan Hong, and a soul voice entered Long Qianyu's soul ocean, and then disappeared in place.

Deep in the Sword Sect.

Sikong Haoran found himself in a stone room

As soon as he walked out of the portal, he was swept away by an inexplicable force, and he had no idea what was going on at the moment.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into boundless darkness, as if he was being coldly stared at by a poisonous snake, and under the sharp fangs, two drops of thick venom exuded the call of death, as if in the next moment, this poisonous snake would bite his throat.

The Soul Refining Ding roared in the sea of souls, and his consciousness gradually recovered, Sikong Haoran did not move, the more dangerous the situation, the more he had to stay calm, and he must not fall into a crisis because of his rash actions.

Looking into his eyes, an old man with white hair and beard and sitting cross-legged on a futon appeared in his sight, it was the Supreme Elder Wen Yu.

"Such a powerful soul power, this breath... So familiar?" Wen Yu muttered to himself, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, his cloudy eyes returned to clarity, and then he stood up, put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Boy, your name is Sikong Haoran?"

"It's the junior, I don't know... What did the seniors call me for?" The old man's eyes made Sikong Haoran feel the breath of death, no matter what the purpose was, he was unwilling to sit back and run what he had learned in his life.

The aura exuded by the old man's body seems to be unremarkable, but it is as unfathomable as the vast stars, and he can be taken away silently, and even his own master will not have time to make a move, Sikong Haoran is very sure that he must be a strong sword saint.

Although he knew that his strength at the moment was vulnerable in front of the old man, and he didn't even have a chance to make a move, but if he didn't make the last struggle, how could he be willing?

Wen Yu looked at Sikong Haoran in front of him, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "In the special area of the Sword Tomb, a pitch-black long sword, a sword spirit that exudes the aura of death, do you have an impression." ”

Sikong Haoran finally knew that after the mirage devoured the sword spirit, his soul was uneasy for a moment, it turned out that this uneasiness was because of the old man in front of him, his thoughts were running rapidly, and the mirage must not let him find out that although it was a restless factor, it was indeed a powerful weapon.

"I don't understand what my predecessors are talking about, the sword grave is full of dangers, and I also escaped from it after nine deaths, and I have never seen a pitch-black long sword, and with my strength, my predecessors thought I could stop its edge. Sikong Haoran didn't have any panic and said indifferently.

"Poof!"

After saying the last word, his body flew backwards uncontrollably, slamming heavily on the stone wall behind him, the severe pain made him almost faint, and a mouthful of blood instantly gushed out of his lips and teeth.

The Sword Master's blow was so domineering, Sikong Haoran didn't even notice how the old man made a move, with his mid-level physique in the Pulp Washing Realm, the bones of his whole body seemed to be covered with cracks under this impact.

"Boy, if you dare to be false in front of me again, I will kill you immediately if my identity is unusual. ”

"Don't be lucky, and don't think that Ye Chaoyang will come to save you, this place doesn't have my permission, they don't want to take a step. ”

Wen Yu's words were extremely indifferent, and he slowly walked towards the place where Sikong Haoran was lying, every step he took seemed to be pulling the qi rules between heaven and earth, obviously he was angry.

"Click..."

The mud on his body dissipated little by little, mixed with bloodstains, dripping into the cold soil, and the propped up body immediately embraced the ground again.

Sikong Haoran endured the severe pain in his body, struggling to get up and lie down from the ground again and again, and in this kind of reciprocation, his breakthrough realm was stabilizing little by little.

"Oh... At this time, he was even able to be distracted to temper himself, using all the conditions available to him, to find

A glimmer of life, Yun Ying Peak has indeed accepted a good disciple, you are so sure that I dare not kill you. An unknown light flashed in Wen Yu's eyes, and he appeared in front of Sikong Haoran silently, and the coercion between heaven and earth faded instantly.

"Uh-huh..."

The pain from his body did not affect his state of mind, but he became more and more sober, and slowly straightened up his waist and leaned against the cold stone wall, "Although the senior has killing intent, but there is no murderous intent, if it weren't for some scruples, I don't think the senior would waste his lips and tongue here with the kid." ”

"Scheming, perceptive, and unchaotic in the face of danger, being able to be so calm and calm in front of the old man, even Ye Chaoyang back then couldn't do it. ”

"You know, smart people don't live long. ”

With a cold snort, Sikong Haoran flew towards Wen Yu uncontrollably, and one hand was pinched around his neck.

A suffocating soul power was transmitted into his body, and Sikong Haoran was suddenly paralyzed all over, and all the soul power and Xuan Qi were out of control at this moment.

In an instant, it made him feel like he had fallen into a cold pool, although Sikong Haoran was talented, his strength was also among the best among his peers, and he also had rich combat experience and strong soul power, but in the face of absolutely powerful strength, these seemed to have no effect, let alone resistance, and he couldn't even move a little finger at this moment.

"Sure enough, it's the Soul Refining Ding, I've begged that old thing from Junyue many times, but I didn't give it to me, how did this lucky kid get the soul decision?" As soon as Wen Yu's soul power came into contact with the golden soul coat, he was ruthlessly expelled, and a breath of anger followed.

"Automatic protector, but also gave birth to spiritual wisdom, I didn't expect that there was an unexpected joy, this kid gave me a big gift. Wen Yu was ecstatic, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but reveal a greedy look.

Wen Yu's eyes when he looked at Sikong Haoran at this time completely changed, like an old man, and he couldn't stop smiling, "Boy, let's make a deal, as long as you tell me about the soul decision, the natal sword is destroyed, and the sword spirit is devoured, I can not blame you for these two things, and I can also accept you as a personal disciple." ”

The temptation thrown by Wen Yu is not unattractive, if this is spread out, it will inevitably cause an uproar in the Sword Sect, how many people dream of becoming the registered disciple of the Supreme Elder Wen Yu, and the personal disciple is even more unthinkable.

And these are not attractive to Sikong Haoran, he sees not luck but disaster. If he becomes his personal disciple, maybe his secrets will be squeezed dry by him little by little, and at that time, he will become a discardable shoe.

Sikong Haoran's face turned red, his breath was short, and the hand that was pinching his throat not only did not relax, but became more and more forceful, "Senior, I have worshiped under the door of Ye Chaoyang of Cloud Shadow Peak, I am a teacher for one day and a teacher for life, I can't do the thing of bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, and I ask the seniors to forgive me." ”

"The natal sword and sword spirit that my predecessors said, I really don't know, the soul is by no means that I don't want to give it to you, it can't be given to you, it has a special means of inheritance, and I can't do it. ”

Consciousness gradually blurred, and the figure of grandpa appeared in front of him, Xiaoxiao's cute appearance, and the appearance of senior brothers and sisters, "Will I die here today?"

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Of course, Sikong Haoran was unwilling, and there were still many things waiting for him to do.

The heart beat violently, the mystery of life and death worked silently, and in the innermost part of the heart, a golden point of light flashed.

The mirage buzzed and trembled in the sea of souls, and a black figure in the inner space opened its eyes, and then shot out from Sikong Haoran's eyebrows.

"Old horseman, you are looking for death. ”