The thick blood turned into a thin blood mist and floated in the air. Xiang Kui's hand changed, and a suction force suddenly emerged, gathering the scattered blood mist and sticking to the flying sword under his feet.

Not good!

Zhang Yuanhao had a bad thought in his heart.

Xiang Kuiwei laughed, clasped his hands, and his body instantly dried up, like a withered old man, but the flying sword under his feet was like lightning, and it flew far away in one breath.

"Blood Escape Secret Method!"

Zhang Yuanhao was stunned, and a touch of heat appeared in his eyes.

This Xiang Kui really can't be underestimated! Although he is an outcast of Fu Jian Mountain, he has a lot of techniques, and it is both the Imperial Sword Dao method and the blood escape secret method. made Zhang Yuanhao have a sense of jealousy towards the mysterious behemoth of Fu Jianshan.

The spiritual power was running wildly, and Zhang Yuanhao immediately urged the flying sword to chase after him.

"Damn! too fast!"

Zhang Yuanhao's eyebrows were tightly intertwined, the distance between him and Xiang Kui was getting farther and farther, if he hadn't had a backhand, he would have really lost it.

As early as when he sent out the spirit stone magic weapon, Zhang Yuanhao kept a heart eye and made a mark with spiritual sense on one of the spirit stones. As long as he was within a hundred miles, he could roughly sense the direction of the spirit stone.

"Southeast!"

Zhang Yuanhao's flying sword quietly stopped in the air, and after sensing Xiang Kui's position, it turned into a fire rainbow and shot straight to the southeast.

Blood Escape Secret Technique!

The more Zhang Yuanhao pursued, the more he longed for this secret method.

His speed was top-notch in the Qi Cultivation Realm, and Xiang Kui's speed was more than twice as fast as him after using the Blood Escape Secret Technique, which was already beyond the level of an ordinary foundation building early stage cultivator.

If I use it, I will definitely be able to escape with my hands in the later stage of foundation building!

Zhang Yuanhao thought so in his heart.

......

Cangfeng country, Beilong City.

This is the third largest city in Cangfeng country, densely populated, the city wall is high, there is a cultivator fang market inside, it is said that there are masters of the foundation building realm who sit here all the year round.

"How do you sell the Blood Spirit Stone?"

A cold young man in a black brocade robe asked, standing in front of a goatee setting up a stall.

"A hundred spirit stones, if you buy more than ten pieces, you will get nine percent off, and if you buy more than one hundred pieces, you will get eight percent off. The goatee squinted at the young man, and said.

"I want ten!" the young man threw out ten medium-grade spirit stones filled with rich aura.

Suddenly, the young man's heart moved, and he hurriedly took out a blood-colored compass from the storage bag, the compass trembled slightly, and the pointer pointed in a direction.

What a rich blood fluctuation!

A trace of excitement flashed in the young man's eyes, and he hurriedly took the blood spirit stone and ran directly out of the city.

There is a forbidden sky circle in the city, and it is impossible to control the sky or the sword, and only the monks can walk in the void in the forbidden sky circle with their understanding of heaven and earth, so the monks basically walk on foot in the city.

As soon as the young man walked out of the city gate, he drove out a golden sword light and went straight to the southeast.

More than ten miles away from Beilong City, there is a barren mountain with rocky rocks, sparsely populated, even the trees are very sparse, and the eye is a piece of yellow sand.

"Ahem... Cough... Damn it... Damn it!"

In a low col lay a withered, emaciated figure.

This person's face is withered and senile, his skin is like a hideous old branch, and there is no trace of blood on the whole person.

It was Xiang Kui who escaped from Zhang Yuanhao with the secret technique of blood escape.

"Damn... Now even ... The sixth layer of Qi training... The strength of... It's all gone..."

Xiang Kui's voice was intermittent, like a bellows with a leak.

"Let's recover first!"

Xiang Kui struggled to sit up, tremblingly took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag, swallowed one, and meditated on the spot.

Long...

"Well, this is it..."

A golden light like a dragon fell from the sky onto the barren mountain, splashing a cloud of mud and dust.

A handsome young man walked out of the smoke and dust, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, looking down.

"The breath is so weak?"

The young man muttered, and took out a compass with his backhand, and the pointer pointed firmly in a direction, but it was far less fluctuating than before.

Xiang Kui was meditating, the meager spiritual power in his body was trying his best to repair his dry meridians, and the elixir swallowed in his abdomen slowly emitted a trace of medicinal power, allowing his shriveled body to regain a trace of elasticity.

Suddenly—

An unfamiliar spiritual consciousness swept by.

"Oh no!

Xiang Kui was suddenly startled, and the flying sword immediately flew out of the storage bag and hovered beside him.

"Mid-Qi training?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and it seemed to be mixed with a hint of shyness.

A young man in black armed with a bloody sword walked from behind the mountain wall not far away.

The blood sword was long, almost touching the ground, and its color was so bright that it seemed to have just been drawn from a warm body, and there was a hint of blood.

This sword has killed a lot of people!

This gave Xiang Kui a very bad premonition.

"Who are you, and what are you going to do?"

After a moment of conditioning, his body was no longer so unbearable, but his voice was still hoarse like the cry of a night owl.

The young man stared at Xiang Kui with black and white eyes, as if he were looking at a pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Stimulated the body with a secret method, the secret method of the blood path?"

There was a rare hint of interest in the voices of the youth.

"No wonder... Let my blood compass react so much. I almost thought I was a monk who had perfected his qi!" the young man chattered.

Xiang Kui took a deep breath, his eyes were cold, and the flying sword moved with his thoughts, whistling and rushing towards the young man. And his figure retreated suddenly, and a flickering treasure light talisman was pasted on his body at a very fast speed.

The young man smiled and shook his head, just about to make a move, but suddenly his face changed.

Rumble!

A loud explosion rang out, smoke filled the air, and the col where Xiang Kui was just located was blown open a gap, and dirt was splashed everywhere.

The flying sword weapon was very decisively self-detonated by Xiang Kui.

Of course, the power is not trivial, even if it is just a self-explosion of a low-level magic weapon, it can even hurt the foundation building monk to a certain extent. But on the other hand, the master will also be greatly harmed, and the spiritual sense can be said to be a permanent heavy blow. It can be said that he killed a thousand enemies and lost eight hundred.

"What a damn thing!"

A chilling voice sounded in Xiang Kui's ears.

Xiang Kui's soul burst into flames in an instant, and before he could react, the shriveled body that was speeding suddenly split in half, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The young man in black approached with a sword and picked up the storage bag on Xiang Kui's body, but there was a rare hint of surprise on his face, and he was startled.

"The net worth is so rich!"

The corner of the young man's mouth finally had a smile.

Xiang Kui's net worth for several years of robbery is already good, and there are 5,000 spirit stones given by Zhang Yuanhao, and there are more than 20,000 light spirit stones in the storage bag.

It's almost comparable to the net worth of an ordinary Qi Practitioner at the eighth or ninth level.

"Huh?"

The young man seemed to sense something, and looked up into the air.

A flame rainbow fell, and Zhang Yuanhao's figure in a Taoist robe stood in front of him.

"It's ......"

Zhang Yuanhao's heart can be described as turbulent. It was not because of Xiang Kui's surprise that he was killed by the black-clothed youth, but in his spiritual sense, there was a blue light behind this strange black-clothed youth, and a round and full seed floated.

It's another cyan luck person, and it seems that his luck is much stronger than the disciple he just received.