Chapter Seventy-Five: A Sharp Sword

A middle-aged man, dressed in a fiery red robe, dressed in fiery red from top to bottom. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info churning flames around its body, a fiery red red finch flying up and down, red silk threads shuttle among them, vivid.

This fiery red outfit undoubtedly formed a huge contrast with the vast snow-white four fields, and it also showed the identity of this person - burning the sky and boiling the sea and fire clouds.

The other looked handsome, with a small colored snake crawling on the rough palm, cruising up and down, and its emerald green hair standing on end, looking peaceful, but it felt cold in the air.

This is naturally Sioux City, the son of a hundred poisons.

"Who are you, actually sneak attack?" Huoyun stood up, flicked the fiery red robe sleeves on his body, as if a flame was beating, standing in front of him, giving people a scorching feeling like ten thousand fires.

"I'm here to kill you!" Zhao Haochen was cold, without a trace of expression on his face, but he had another kind of cold handsomeness.

"Good boy, at such a young age, you actually speak wildly, and the people who dare to talk to me like this are already dead, but you look so handsome, I will make an exception to refine you into a poisonous person!" Su Cheng laughed out loud, and the air around him suddenly became cold and terrifying.

Hearing the word "poisonous man", Huoyun who was standing next to Su Cheng was stunned, with a look of fear on his face, looking at the rather handsome Su Cheng, the wisp of pleasure on his face, and the cruel and evil smile on the corner of his mouth made him creepy.

His thoughts were flying, he had seen the poisonous people refined by Sioux City with his own eyes.

The gloomy and eerie damp room was extremely narrow, only a few feet in size, but the room was filled with viscous emerald green gas, all of which were about to condense into a substantial liquid, and the fire clouds were discouraged.

Through this dense mist, I could vaguely see several huge jars, in which a human head floated up and down, and the cry of pain spread throughout the four fields, extremely terrible, every once in a while, a scarlet liquid was poured into it, followed by several terrible wails, heartbreaking.

Zhao Haochen had read countless martial arts novels before he crossed over, and many of them had evil ways of refining poisoners, and the way was extremely cruel.

is a good man, but he is poisoned all over his body, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the process is terrible, most of them are sluggish and have strong attack power, but they ruined their lives because of this. What's more, poisonous people have normal thinking, but they are poisonous all over their bodies, and they cannot be controlled, and they often implicate people in the family to death.

Scenes came to mind, his plain eyes were filled with bloody light, sharp sword qi was raging around him, and his momentum suddenly became cold, as if a long-dormant beast opened its bloody mouth.

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Zhao Haochen suddenly drew the long sword in his hand and struck it towards the direction where the two were standing, a transparent ripple cut through the air, and slashed forward like thunder. The ripples brought by the huge and incomparable sword qi roared like a bolt of lightning, and the speed became faster and faster.

The air was filled with a sharp and incomparable sword aura, and the tables and chairs placed in the room suddenly shattered and flew in all directions.

The two of them looked very tight, and before they could see it clearly, the sword qi was roaring, and the long sword in Zhao Haochen's hand was like a lightning bolt, after all, the two of them had entered the Desolate Yuan Realm, and the sword qi could only scratch the skin of the two of them, and the real substantial damage depended on the long sword in their hands.

In a hurry, the two dodged left and right, the cold light brushed the cheeks of the two, and the scarlet mouth gurgled outwards with scarlet blood.

"Zhao Haochen, it turned out to be you!" Huo Yun ignored the blood flowing on his face, reflecting the fiery red robe on his body, hideous and terrifying, "Do you really think that you killed that waste in Hesuishan and thought you were invincible?"

A big knife was heavily pointed on the ground, and a terrifying momentum suddenly burst out from Huoyun's body, a ball of flames swirled around the blade, the temperature in the air suddenly rose, and the whole room was like a huge steamer, the angry flames splashed the slightest sparks, and the floor stabbed and roared, and it was red.

The long knife in Huoyun Wu's hand became faster and faster, as if a huge ball of fire was suspended up and down in the air, and the fierce scorching breath was like a fierce tiger flying towards Zhao Haochen, the slightest hot vapor was steaming, the ice and snow melted, and the humid breath in the air was instantly evaporated, as hot as ever.

With a roar, the fiery red sword light slashed violently, like the scorching sun rushing, and the momentum was magnificent.

A powerful air flow was brought up on the tip of the knife, and the scorching air flow was gathered on this knife, and the huge cyclone carried an astonishing momentum, which was extremely terrifying.

The king of swordsmen, the king of swordsmen.

This knife technique is even more superb, the atmosphere is magnificent, and it is intimidating to see it!

Zhao Haochen's figure flashed, like a ghost, he rushed in front of Huoyun, the long knife held high didn't have time to fall, and in Huoyun's angry eyes and heartache, a line of blood appeared in his throat.

The astonishing sword was still roaring in the air, and a brilliant red line gushed out from the neck of the fire cloud, like a neon on the sky, colorful and gorgeous.

With a "clang", the long knife fell to the ground, the huge fire ball was suddenly annihilated, and the temperature in the air also dropped suddenly.

The power of a sword is terrifying!

Su Cheng secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, kill in seconds!

Invincibility!

These two words struck heavily in Su Cheng's heart like a magic sound, and the transparent tissue paper wrapped in fear in his heart boomed, and he could no longer be restrained by this sword piercing, and the fear accumulated in his heart instantly filled his entire heart.

Su Cheng turned around in a hurry and fled outward, what Mo Yuxuan, what burned the sky and boiled the sea, being alive is everything, and death is all clouds of smoke, the sleeves of his robe waved in a hurry, and one after another strange emerald green mist spread in the air, and several women huddled in the corner hugged each other tightly, snuggling up to each other, and kept sobbing.

Zhao Haochen waved his long sword, the sword qi roared, and the poisonous mist dispersed towards the window, and several women hurriedly thanked them crying.

"Young man's great grace, we will never forget!"

One of the bewitching figures, despite the tears on his cheeks, still couldn't hide his alluring appearance, and bowed down to Zhao Haochen.

"Hands up!"

One step out, Su Cheng ran towards the outside of the restaurant, everyone was shocked, and their hearts were terrified, what kind of terrible thing did Su Cheng see, so he could be scared like this, to say that this is also the master who has killed countless people!

When Zhao Haochen walked downstairs, Su Cheng was able to reach the door, which showed how much fear he had for Zhao Haochen in his heart.

Zhao Haochen shook his head, a cold light flashed, and Su Cheng fell to the ground, his eyes still swirling with a huge fear that could not be removed.