The border area between the Western Regions and the Northern Regions.

The mountains are so steep that you can hear the sound of rushing water, birds singing in the mountains, and a stream running across the end of the mountain.

In one part of the mountains, several demonic beasts shuttled among the towering trees, their sharp fangs and the eyes of the vultures tightly locked on the body of a demonic wolf in front of them who was foraging.

Just as they were about to attack, there was a sound of violent fluctuations in Xuan Qi not far away, followed by a terrible scream.

It just so happened that this series of sounds made the demon wolf who was originally foraging for food pick up a life and disappeared far away, while the demon beast hiding on the trunk of the tree looked up in the direction of the source of the sound, and his eyes were full of horror, and he disappeared in an instant.

The whistling sound of sword qi echoed in the mountains for a long time, and the smell of blood also permeated, and the black shadow wrapped in a night robe shuttled through the forest, wandering around a group of people wearing white checked robes.

The fierce sword aura was invincible, leaving a very eye-catching blood mark on the white checked robe, but the people in black were not at all, but the black clothes on their bodies covered the traces of the spread of blood.

At their feet, there lay many people lying in pools of blood, and the number of men in black was a large part.

At the top of a towering tree, a man in black who was more than six feet tall stood with his hands in his hands, only a pair of eyes as deep as black holes, staring closely at an imposing white shadow in front of him.

"The people of the Demon Sect are really unscrupulous, since they are here today, let's stay forever. The white shadow locked onto the man in black fifteen zhang away, and a long sword was suspended in the palm of his hand, as long as the man in black moved, this long sword would break through the air.

"The tone of the Lord of the Mu Pavilion is still as crazy as before, you ask the Sword Pavilion to be surrounded by mountains, like a fairyland on earth, such a good environment, even your tone can't be purified, and you have wasted such a good piece of treasure land. The black shadow's whole body released a strong yin aura, and its deep eyes bloomed with wisps of deep coldness.

"Recently, the two regions in the northwest have been full of mourning, and the places where your Demon Sect has gone are full of blood, and the methods are extremely cruel, if I don't kill you today, I will be ashamed of the people in the world. "The person wearing the white checkered robe is the master of the Sword Pavilion, Mu Changtian, the Sword Emperor is at the peak of his realm, he is in his sixties, and there is a little silver thread between the long hair of the shawl and the temples.

"I look down on you people who are full of benevolence and righteousness, and you are all born in the world, hum are just animals in captivity by heaven, you and I are both!"

"Ten years ago, the Seven Killings and the Broken Army were born, all of which were covered by the Ancient Killing Domain, and more than two months ago, the Greedy Wolf Star returned to its position, and the three stars spanned the sky. Among them, the Seven Killing Stars landed in your realm, and I came here today to ask you, if the Seven Killings are not in you, ask the Sword Pavilion!" The man in black did not tell Mu Chang the purpose of coming this time.

"Your Demon Sect is really as timid as a mouse, but it's not wrong, across the continent, all cultivators regard you as a thorn in the eye, a thorn in the flesh, and everyone will be punished. Mu Changtian looked at the black-clothed man opposite mockingly, ignored his manic aura, and said gloomily: "Seven Killings is not there, I asked the Sword Pavilion if I need to explain to you, idiot!"

"If you are here, hand him over, if he is not there, hand him over, if not, my Demon Sect will step on you and ask the Sword Pavilion. The black-clothed man was filled with a gloomy aura, and the fifteen zhang radius in front of the two of them, whether it was a towering tree, or flowers and plants, were all withering and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I have heard the name of the 'Feihong' sword in the hands of the master of the Mu Pavilion for a long time, and today I will come to ask for a lesson or two. The man in black took a step forward, fifteen feet away

In an instant, that is, the moment the last word fell, he arrived at Mu Changtian's side and punched out.

I saw that the towering tree where he stayed, like a bubble, broke apart with the autumn wind.

"Boom. ”

The man in black's fist collided with the "Feihong" sword, and it was only at this moment that the sound of the fist exploding in the air could be seen, and it could be seen how fast his speed was.

And Mu Changtian appeared on the top of another towering tree, and under the control of his soul power, the "Feihong" sword once again broke through the air towards the black-clothed man's body.

One person and one sword left footprints in all corners of this forest, and where they passed, all the obstacles were turned into powder by the sword qi and fists, and a vacuum appeared.

"Bell!

The "Flying Rainbow" sword stabbed into the body of the man in black and made a metallic roar, which was enough to see how terrifying his body was.

Mu Changtian withdrew the "Feihong" sword, and the waves were churning in his heart, the "Feihong" sword was a medium-grade holy weapon, and the spirit weapon had to tremble in front of it, let it be driven, not to mention that it was still a mortal body.

On the body of the man in black, small holes appeared on his chest and back, stains of blood loomed, the "Feihong" sword qi was suppressed in his body, his body was extremely painful, and the hands behind him were also trembling involuntarily, his heart was even more terrified than Mu Changtian, and even his cheeks under the black clothes were spasming and twitching.

The man in black waved his hand, and the people who were entangled with the Sword Pavilion retreated one after another, their sharp eyes looked into the distance, and then they turned their heads and said, "Lord Mu Ge, the coming day is long, we will meet again." ”

The three figures broke through the air from a distance, looking at the distant back of the man in black, as well as the disciple of the Sword Pavilion who fell in a pool of blood, they were filled with anger.

Zhongyu Tongzhou.

A ragged, disheveled, bronze figure ran rapidly through the mountains, holding a dagger in his left hand and a long sword in his right, both stained with blood.

On his bronzed skin, there were Dao Dao sword marks, and there was a wound in his waist and abdomen, which was slowly dripping blood at the moment.

The rapid running did not bring him any discomfort, even if the wound was slowly bleeding, it did not add half a shackle to his speed.

A hundred meters behind him, more than a dozen black shadows dodged and moved, and today this was already the fifth wave of pursuit.

"This kid is obviously injured, how can he be so fast. ”

"We have been chasing and intercepting all the way, and most of the people who have been lost in his hands have already gone, so remember, do not act separately. ”

"Now that he is wounded, he is already at the end of his crossbow, don't talk nonsense, if you let him escape, the consequences for you and me will be worse than death. ”

Under the command of the black-clothed man led by more than a dozen black shadows, they fanned towards the figure running rapidly in front of them.

The Man in Black stopped at the edge of a valley filled with strangely shaped boulders and towering trees.

"Do you come out on your own, or do we ask you to come out, this mountain is already surrounded by our people, and you don't want to fly out even if you put on your wings. The black-clothed man appeared on a towering boulder, and the evil aura on his body spread rapidly to all sides like a tide.

"Don't do any more fearless struggles, now that the seven killings and the greedy wolf have been captured by us, you are already a turtle in the urn, or obediently tied up, maybe you can suffer less flesh and skin. As he spoke, the man in black pointed forward with his right hand, and more than a dozen men in black scattered like locusts, and the momentum on his body locked on this valley, and even an ant could not escape their sense

Know.

That's right, this ragged, bronzed-skinned man is none other than Shen Tu, the Broken Army Star, who lurks in a depression and shrub in the valley, and the aura of his whole body is all constricted.

There was a layer of mysterious fluctuations on his body, which could hide the aura on his body and the smell of blood emanating from his waist and abdomen, which was also the reason why, for so long, he was able to easily retreat in their heavy siege.

I saw the man in black on the boulder beckoning again, and the man in black surrounding the valley held a long sword in his hand, slowly approaching the depths of the valley, and with every step, the breath on his body was released, and it was difficult for any inch to escape their capture.

Shen Tu held the dagger and sword in his hand tightly, and his powerful heart gradually erupted in mysterious fluctuations as he felt someone approaching this place, and he admonished himself in his heart, calm down, calm down.

Ten steps, five steps, one step.

At the moment when the man in black landed, Shen Tu's backhand was a sword slashing at his throat, but he was restrained by his protective Xuan Qi and long sword, although he protected his throat, but the dagger that pierced his heart took away all his vitality.

didn't stay too long, and kicked on the lifeless man in black, blocking the figure rushing to the left.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The soul gave birth to an alarm, and four sharp killing machines came from the back, and there was no time to make other reactions, and between the side turns of the body, the four killing words broke through the air.

That's right, it's exactly the same as the sword of killing that Sikong Haoran comprehended in the Ancient Killing Domain, except that Shentu comprehended fifty percent.

Kill a sword, the stronger the killing intent, the more domineering the power of a sword, comprehend ten percent, you can cut out seven killing words, life and death to snatch, when consummating, seven kills in one, earth-shattering ghosts and gods.

"Boom"

His footsteps retreated again and again, and in a moment, the remaining men in black surrounded him in the middle.

Looking at the figures getting closer and closer, the fierce killing intent was as dazzling as the dazzling stars, Shen Tu did not have the slightest nervousness and timidity, and looked at all this calmly.

The corners of his scarlet mouth rose slightly, revealing endless mockery and disdain, and the moment he raised his head, his eyes, black and white, were clearly presented in everyone's sight.

"Reincarnation!"

The men in black seemed to see the terrible evil spirits in this world, and the word reincarnation spread in the depths of their hearts and souls, and fear filled their bodies.

"Not good!"

When it was too late to find out that the situation was wrong, more than a dozen people in black were all shrouded in the mysteries of reincarnation, and their bodies could not move a bit.

What's even more frightening is that the Xuan Qi in the body is draining, the realm is degrading, the skin is shrinking, the muscles are relaxing, the body is rickets, and the black hair on the chest has gradually turned into silver threads, and the vitality is also dissipating with the passage of time, and even the grass and trees around him are withering and annihilating.

At this moment, despair, fear, and horror exploded in their chests, making these butchers, who regard human life as a mustard, know what true life is worse than death, and they don't want to live.

Shen Tu's eyes were black and white, his long hair was dancing wildly behind his head, and all the ten zhang radius was covered by the mystery of reincarnation.

He has comprehended the meaning of reincarnation, although these three percent cannot make them become old men who are about to die, at least they can lose the opportunity to fight back, and what awaits them will be Shen Tu's ruthless slaughter.

"Look for death!" a palm wind came towards Shen Tu to break through the air.