"Death," the words containing a strong killing intent echoed in the trapped water killing array, and the terrifying killing intent turned into bursts of substantial fluctuations, and the entire inside of the trapped water killing array was coated with a layer of scarlet.

All the water mist was extinguished by the Killing Intent Fluctuation, and the surroundings turned into Qingming, while the Water People were under the Killing Intent Fluctuation, constantly exploding the water splash, even if Ning Hong did not attack, their recovery speed was almost the same under the Killing Intent Fluctuation.

The terrifying killing intent made Ning Hong feel a slight tingling pain, as if through the flesh and blood, it reached the divine soul, even so, Ning Hong still suppressed the body protection aura and prevented it from breaking out.

The two blood-colored knives crossed together, the death sickle scimitar was like a blood lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the front of the water film, and the blood-colored knife slashed out, and the water film was surging wildly, trying to resist the knife, but the knife was too domineering, and directly tore the water film out of a hole.

Behind the water film, the elder of the Water Flow Palace watched the approaching blood-colored knife light continue to approach, he was afraid, he didn't have time to escape, he was split into four pieces by the cross-cut knife, and the blood splattered on the silver lark monk next to him, and he didn't have time to react, the red light flashed, and the corpse separated.

"Oh no, the Death Scythe has rushed out. One disciple shouted in horror, and then screamed miserably, turning into a corpse and falling in a pool of blood.

"Death," the dull sound came from the mouth of the death sickle, as if death had touched everyone's necks, making people feel terrified, even the elders did not have the slightest idea of resistance, they turned around and wanted to flee, but they could not escape the fate of death, they had already touched the anger of the god of death, and they could not calm it.

"Steady, you killed the person in the formation, he handed it over to me," the palace master of the Water Flow Palace was holding a cyan spear, his heart was shocked, he never thought that the death scythe scimitar could break out of the formation, looking at the masked figure who was not far away at this time and took the life of the disciple under his door, he was frightened, angry, and a trace of regret.

"Stop," the palace master of the Water Flow Palace made a move, the spear pushed, and there was a burst of air explosion, and the cyan aura of the spear in his hand skyrocketed, and at this moment in his hand, it was like a shocking weapon, and a shot was stabbed, which could collapse the mountain and crack the stone, and no one could stop it.

The death scythe scimitar turned around, and the ten-meter-long blood-colored scimitar appeared on both sides, and as he swung out his two scimitars, the earth-shattering killing intent fell like the turbulent impact of the galactic water.

The two are fighting madly together, you come and go, and they are evenly divided.

"It's terrifying, the name of the Death Scythe Scimitar is really worthy of its name, the Golden Hundred Spirit Realm is hard and fierce Purple Gold Hundred Spirit Cultivator. ”

"Don't forget, the spear in the sect master's hand is still the existence of the peak of the spiritual weapon. ”

The more they spoke, the more they felt the horror of the death scythe, "I hope the sect master can kill him, otherwise, we will be in danger." ”

They were afraid, even if they had a Purple Gold Lark master on their side, they were still panicking, they couldn't forget that killing the elders of the Golden Lark with the Death Scythe was as simple as stepping on an ant.

"Hmph, he can't live, today, he has to die if he doesn't die," the bald elder snorted coldly when he heard the discussion between the two disciples, and he didn't know where the confidence came from, "Hurry up, slaughter the people inside, we can retreat, and someone will deal with everything after that." ”

The remaining two elders and six disciples were no longer lazy, although more than half of them died under the slaughter of the Death Scythe, they thought that it should be more than enough to deal with Ning Hong.

"Hehehe, it's boring, there's no challenge at all," Ning Hong had already felt bored, he came to the water film, his palm was stretched into the water film, and the people of the Water Flow Palace looked at him coldly, thinking that he was just looking for death, even if the physical strength was strong, he didn't dare to touch the water film, the water film was the defense in the formation, and it was also the strongest means of attack.

"What, how is it possible!" Next, these people were shocked, they urged the trapped water to kill the array, the power of the water on the water film flowed wildly, and they could break through the mountains and stones, but Ning Hong's hands were in the water film, intact, and the law was not clear.

Even, even more nonsense was still to come, Ning Hong was like a humanoid beast, tearing open the water film with the strength of his arms.

"Everyone work hard, we can't let him come out," the bald elder shouted, the aura in his body surged wildly, and the water film emitted an even more terrifying aura, which was still soaring, and the torn water film pushed Ning Hong's palm to heal inside.

Ning Hong smiled and glanced at them, but he was now wearing a hat mask, others could not see his face, stabbed, the water film was torn apart, Ning Hong just walked out of it, pinched the sword that stabbed him, and with a slight force, the treasure-level sword was shattered, and the monk of the Water Flow Palace wanted to escape, but before he could withdraw a few steps, he was choked by Ning Hong's throat.

"You...... Let him go, I tell you, if you offend our Water Flow Palace, there will be no place for you in the Dust Domain. An elder pretended to be calm and angrily scolded Ning Hong.

The man was thrown at the elder like garbage thrown by Ning Hong: "Since you want it, then give it back to you!"

The elder originally exerted his strength, wanting to slow down the impact and catch the man, but he underestimated Ning Hong's strength.

Bang, the elder was smashed away by the body of the disciple of the Water Flow Palace, and a mouthful of old blood swayed all the way, and the terrifying power made his old skeleton loose, and the ribs on his chest were also smashed twice.

"Elder," and when the others reacted, the elder was lying on the ground, his clothes were ragged, and the placket of his clothes was even more dyed red, and the monk who was thrown over by Ning Hong was even more silent, his face was pale, and his body quickly became stiff.

"How is it possible, there is even a person who is comparable to the strength of the Death Scythe," the disciples of the Water Flow Palace helped the elder, looking at Ning Hong, who was constantly approaching, his heart was full of shock and fear.

"Hmph, don't be afraid, this kid should only be physically strong, you guys retreat, the three of us don't let him get close, kill him from a distance, even if he is physically strong, he will die. The bald elder led everyone to distance himself from Ning Hong, and seeing that Ning Hong had no intention of blocking him, the three elders scattered in three directions, preparing to launch a distant attack on Ning Hong.

The three of them did not have the slightest reservation to possess the Heavenly Spirit, and displayed the secret martial art of the Water Flow Palace-Water Flow Thorn.

Half of the sword body composed of water was measured from three directions, this was their killing move, without the slightest hesitation, the opponent was too terrifying.

"Ridiculous!" Ning Hong stepped forward, he didn't see clearly, he came to the front in an instant, the three attacks didn't even touch the corners of his clothes, the three elders looked ugly, shouted angrily, and worked harder, Ning Hong ignored them and continued to move forward.

"Is he coming towards us," the five disciples who were watching from a distance were stunned, "The elder doesn't seem to be able to hit him, their strength is not on the same plane at all, everyone run." ”

Run, can you run away? Ning Hong sneered in his heart.

With a bang, three streams of water pierced the air, treading the wind and chasing the shadow, Ning Hong's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the position where the five disciples were standing, and his hands were raised upward, and a tall round rock shield rose up, blocking the five people, and some people didn't even have time to stop, and hit their heads on it.

"What is this?"

The dignified defensive martial art was used by Ning Hong as a means to block the enemy, and as he waved his hands inward, several large and small round rock shields also appeared around those people, squeezing inward to directly envelop these people.

With a clenched fist, all the round stone shields burst, and the blood-stained rocks flew out, and the five Silver Lark Cultivators died on the spot without resistance.

"It's not good, this kid's aura cultivation is not weak, go quickly. Seeing this, the bald elder did not hesitate, knowing that they were no match at all.

"Want to go? Ning Hong walked forward like a ghost, and knocked an elder with one punch, just a few breaths, the three elders were left with only the bald elder, looking at Ning Hong, who had just finished killing an elder, and his speed soared sharply, the bald elder panicked: "Ancestor, save me." ”

"No one who comes today will save you. ”

"Boy, the person who killed me in the Water Flow Palace, damn it," the old man's words sounded, and a long sword ten meters long lay in front of Ning Hong, and on the sword body, ten small swords surrounded it, but these were all composed of water.

Ning Hong snorted coldly, there was an ape roar on his fist, and with a punch, the long sword collapsed, and the bald elder behind the long sword turned into a blood mist in the sky under this punch, and Ning Hong's sleeve robe waved, all of which dissipated.

Two old men on crutches came out not far away, blowing their beards and glaring at Ning Hong, the crutches touched the ground, and cracks began to spread from under his feet, "Damn little calf." ”

"Second brother, you go over there, leave this little calf to me, I will peel his skin and pull his tendons with my own hands today," they all agreed that the death sickle scimitar was more dangerous than Ning Hong, and wanted to concentrate on killing him and not letting him escape, so as to get rid of future troubles.

The old man was dressed in a simple gray robe, his body was shriveled, his skin was covered with bones, and his hair was only a few hairs, and his hands on crutches trembled like candles in the wind, and he looked weak, not like a monk at all.

The bald elder called out to the ancestor before he died, and his identity was not revealed, but he didn't expect that a small sect attached to the source of the water would be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Old man, at this age, it's better to stay at home with peace of mind, if you accidentally bump into it, your old life will be explained here, I advise you, go back, settle down, maybe you can live for a few more years." ”

For Ning Hong's words, the old man was even more angry, so angry that his crutches were trembling, pointing his finger at Ning Hong, for a while, he didn't know how to say: "You...... You...... Yellow-mouthed children don't use their tongues. ”

Boom, the crutches hit the ground, the cracks around him expanded, and the bottom of his crutches had the power of water surging upward, just when Ning Hong thought that he was going to make a move if he didn't agree with him, ready to fight.

With a snap, the last yellowed tooth in the old man's mouth was no longer strong, left him, and fell to the ground, and the eyes of both of them involuntarily glanced at the tooth, and the scene became a little embarrassing for a while.

A loud laugh came out of Ning Hong's mouth: "Hahahaha...... Hmph, oops!" The laugh was so cheerful that he laughed out of the sound of a pig, and the old man's face turned green.

"Yellow-mouthed child, damn ......"