Rumble!

Before the Mingxin Sword Pill touched the two people in the distance, it exploded under Zhang Yuanhao's control, and a pure white sword gang more than three feet long emerged from it, and a mighty aura burst out from it.

Minghuanghuang, Wei Hehe, above board, with a clear conscience!

Originally, it was a Haoran sword that cultivated the mind, but at this moment, it was used by Zhang Yuanhao as a sneak attack.

The pure white sword gang mixed with the sword intent of the Ming Heart slashed across the spiritual weapon long sword that the two of the Glaive Sword Sect were blocking in front of them, instantly penetrating the spiritual power light shield on their bodies, and then penetrated the bodies of the two half-lying people on the ground again under Zhang Yuanhao's control, and a large amount of blood splattered out, staining the ground red in an instant.

Before a single groan could be uttered, the four of them died tragically under a sword.

"That's not right...... You're not Jin Yubiao, who are you?"

At this time, no matter how stupid Liu Long was, he found out that something was wrong, and asked with a gloomy face.

"I'll kill you!"

A terrible roar startled Liu Long, but he saw that the middle-aged man who had built a perfect foundation swallowed a blood-colored pill, and the spiritual power in his body almost broke out of his body, and the breath around the whole person was so violent that it was like a fireball about to explode, sweeping towards Zhang Yuanhao.

Whew!

The boundless silver glow spread out, like a silver disc under the empty cover, and in an instant, the boundary of dozens of meters where Zhang Yuanhao was located was covered solidly.

Endless subtle silver-colored sword qi floated through the silver region like fine rain, and the air trembled and twisted under this surging sword aura.

Zhang Yuanhao's whole body was covered by a layer of gray stone scabs in an instant, and the whole person was like a stone statue, with a layer of gold shining under the gray stone skin, saying that it was like a god.

The fragmented glaive sword qi was like a storm, frantically sweeping through a silver area within a radius of several zhang around Zhang Yuanhao, and every subtle glaive sword qi could easily penetrate the spiritual power shield of the foundation building monk, and countless sword qi gathered together, instantly shattering the crimson spiritual power shield on the surface of Zhang Yuanhao's body, and then cutting towards the layer of stone skin covering his body.

Click!

Stone chips flew wildly, and every wisp of Glaive Sword Qi that could easily cut through the foundation and exist in the spiritual power shield left only a deep wound on the stone skin on Zhang Yuanhao's body surface, but even so, a large amount of sword qi cut down, and soon smoothed and destroyed the thick layer of stone skin.

Ding!

As a large amount of gravel debris fell from the surface of Zhang Yuanhao's body, a reflective gilded body was revealed, and the whole body was like gold plating, and the fine sword qi slashed on it with a piercing sound of gold and iron, leaving a faint white mark.

"Inherit the bloodline!"

Liu Long and the middle-aged man who was full of spiritual power was extremely violent, exclaimed at the same time at this moment, and his eyes became subtle.

Bloodlines and aptitudes can be inherited from ancestors, and generally speaking, the closer the age, the greater the chance of inheritance.

The son-in-law of the true person of the Jiedan was born with the washing of mana, and was born with at least a high-grade spiritual root, and may even inherit a kind of supernatural bloodline from one of his parents.

As for the descendants of the Yuanying monks, they are even more so, the Yuanying level powerhouses implement the laws of the Great Dao, the mountains are destroyed when they raise their hands, the rivers flow backwards, and their children are baptized by the rules of Dao Yun before they are born, all of them are similar to pseudo-Dao bodies, and their comprehension of the rules of the Great Dao is far easier than that of ordinary monks.

It's genetics, and it's luck. Some people are born proud, destined to have a promising avenue, and the immortal fate stretches, while some people need to seek opportunities in life and death, and strive for enlightenment, in order to steal that trace of ethereal luck in the vast sentient beings, in order to seek the avenue.

"What about inheriting the bloodline, kill my junior brother and sister, I wish Yang Yan to swear to kill you and then hurry!"

The middle-aged man of the Glaive Sword Sect, who exuded the aura of violent spiritual power, had red eyes and stared at Zhang Yuanhao, who was shrouded in the Glaive Sword Intent.

At the same time, Li Xiong on the side saw the tragic death of his junior brother and sister, and his eyes were red, and he directly gave up the attack on the beast and snake head condensed by Jiao Yihe and the three of them, and raised a sonic boom with the broad sword in his hand, and crushed down towards Zhang Yuanhao.

The cultivators of the Demon Infant Island, who had been given a moment of respite, hurriedly gathered, the original eleven people were now only seven people left, and the three who cultivated the lowest were in the middle stage of foundation building and Nie Yangming, who had good combat power, were all dead and could no longer die.

"The owner of the village...... What to do?"

The gray-haired old woman Chen Zhanghong asked Liu Long, who was beside her with a slightly disordered breath, and her face was a little pale.

She and Jiao Yihe and another person in the later stage of foundation building jointly dealt with Li Xiong, but they were pressed and beaten by the latter, if Zhang Yuanhao hadn't appeared to help him break the siege, they might have to lose one or two people.

"Give up the Nine Babies Heart-to-Heart Array and return to the Demon Infant Village, this time we admit it...... But they don't want to eat us, let's go!"

Liu Long's face was grim, and he quickly made a decision, and quickly retracted into the ground while the two of the Glaive Sword Sect were working together to deal with Zhang Yuanhao.

Boom!

In the sea of Zhang Yuanhao's knowledge, a gilded giant scorpion coiled in the starry sky was quietly dormant, and a trace of golden air flowed out of its body, flowing into its limbs and hundreds of remains, making the gold on Zhang Yuanhao's body surface more and more intense, almost close to dark gold.

Zheng!

A golden scorpion phantom flickered in Zhang Yuanhao's pupils, looking at the sword that suddenly descended above his head, as heavy as a mountain sword, his arms suddenly covered with golden muscles, and a huge force was transmitted from his limbs, and the golden fist blasted towards the heavy sword that was pressed like a mountain above his head.

A wave of silver-colored qi visible to the naked eye surged away, forming a ring of qi with a diameter of more than ten meters, and the surrounding grass, trees, mountains and rocks were broken and shattered one after another under the violent tremor of the space.

"Wow!"

Li Xiong's face suddenly appeared a touch of scarlet, the wide sword came out of his hand, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blue and gold glaive sword sect robe on his body was instantly torn apart, and a cloud of blood mist overflowed from his body, and the breath of the whole person withered in an instant.

"Li Xiong!"

The middle-aged monk Zhu Yangyan swept behind Li Xiong in three or two steps and caught him, his eyes full of grief and indignation.

On the other side, Zhang Yuanhao only felt that the majestic force in his body was getting bigger and bigger, as if he was about to break out of his body, so that his blood vessels and green tendons swelled and burst out, making his body look extremely hideous.

"You're good...... Wait, my Glaive Sword Sect and you will not die!"

Zhu Yangyan hugged Li Xiong's limp body, there was no trace of calm on his face, there was only endless resentment and grief, and that look made Zhang Yuanhao feel very uncomfortable.

Buzzing!

A lilac bead was thrown out by Zhu Yangyan, and a wave of spatial ripples enveloped the two figures in an instant, Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly took a few steps back, only to see the ripples spread dozens of meters away. And as the ripples in the space calmed down, Zhang Yuanhao was looking at it, and the two of the Glaive Sword Sect had disappeared, leaving only a chaotic open space, and they didn't even want the corpse of the sect monk.