86_86831 "What a arrogant boy. I want to see, what qualifications do you have to say such a thing?" The horse-faced monk was furious, and he was confident that he was a cultivator of the eighth layer of fetal breath, and he didn't even sacrifice the magic weapon, and directly slapped it towards Kanto.

Kanto's eyes flashed with cold light, and he also clenched his five fingers with his bare hands, and fought with the other party with a "bang".

The two sides were immediately separated.

Kanto didn't move at all, and he didn't even flutter his robe, and his expression was calm and calm.

The horse-faced monk retreated seven or eight steps in a row, the tiger's mouth cracked, his face was flushed ~ red, and then he said "wow", and he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of dirty blood.

"Senior Brother Wang......" the White Tiger Sect monks exclaimed in unison.

Several people immediately chased after him, supported the horse-faced monk, and even one person took out the pill, fed it, and pushed him back to invigorate the blood.

It took a long time for the horse-faced monk to return to normal.

"Who are you?" the horse-faced monk looked at Kanto with a hint of jealousy.

At the moment of fighting, he felt that the other party was not standing alone, but a humanoid demon beast, and the power of one hand was simply amazing.

This person is not easy to mess with.

"I don't want to repeat my words a second time. Kanto frowned and said coldly.

"Well, you're crazy indeed. But do you think we're scared of that? No matter how strong you are, you're just one person, and we don't follow any bullshit rules that go it alone. Brothers, go up together and behead this man. The horse-faced monk gritted his teeth and ordered with a grim face.

The rest of the White Tiger Sect disciples were all based on him, and they immediately agreed and sacrificed their respective magic weapons. One of the seventh-layer cultivators reacted the fastest, stabbing his sword towards Kanto, the tip of the sword reaching his throat.

As long as this sword is stabbed, Kanto will definitely die.

Kanto didn't expect that this person would be so ruthless, and he originally had the intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, but at this time he had no such intention at all. When this sword struck, he didn't dodge or dodge, but just stretched out his right hand and grabbed the sword like this.

"Click!"

His hand was as fast as a phantom, and he actually grabbed the sword with his index and middle fingers in just one stroke.

The seventh-layer cultivator was shocked because his spirit sword was stuck in the air three feet away from Kanto's throat, unable to move at all. The two fingers holding the sword were as strong as pliers, and he used all his spiritual energy to regain control of the spirit sword, but found that all his efforts were in vain.

With only two fingers, he dared to clamp the spirit sword.

What kind of cultivation is this?

The horse-faced monk and the others had a bad premonition in their hearts. They suddenly found that they seemed to underestimate the inconspicuous monk in front of them, and the strength of the other party was likely to far surpass any of them.

"Since you want to kill me, you must have the consciousness of being killed. ”

Kanto said lightly, his two fingers suddenly exerted force, and with a "click", the spirit sword was disconnected, and then his whole person turned into an afterimage, and instantly appeared behind the seventh-layer monk of the fetal breath.

"You...... You ......" The seventh-layer monk said the word "you" in a row, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, and he fell on his back.

Only then did everyone see that this man had a half-cut sword stuck in his neck. And this broken sword is clearly the part of his own spirit sword that was broken.

I'm afraid this person never dreamed that one day, he would actually die under his spirit sword.

"You're looking for death. A person who was next to Kanto suddenly let out a low cry and sneaked up from the side while Kanto was not paying attention.

This person's cultivation is also the eighth layer of fetal breath, although he thinks that he may not be an opponent when facing the enemy head-on, but he believes that if he suddenly attacks at such a close distance, the other party will definitely not have time to defend.

Even if you can't kill the opponent directly, you can still seriously injure him.

The spirit weapon that this person sneaked up on was also a bit special, not a long sword, but a few lancets. These knives are as thin as paper, silent under the control of the aura, and I don't know how many monks have fallen under these lancets in the past few days.

At the same time, at the moment of his move, the three people in front of him also used a hook, a silver spear and a paper talisman to contain Kanto. The four of them are skillful in cooperation and have a high degree of tacit understanding with each other.

The paper talisman tore and turned into a puff of black smoke, blocking people's vision.

There was a hint of sweetness in the black smoke, which was highly toxic.

"Puff puff puff ......" A series of muffled sounds came from the black smoke.

Du Guangting, who was hiding in the distance, only saw the figure in the smoke miasma twisted, accompanied by a few screams. In less than fifteen breaths, the screams stopped abruptly, and then a figure stepped out of the miasma.

It was Kanto.

Kanto's face was calm, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the smoke miasma around him directly condensed into a cloud of black gas, which was hidden by him in his cuffs. When I looked at it again, the four corpses were lying on the ground, each with a bloody hole in the center of their eyebrows.

He actually killed four White Tiger Sect monks in fifteen breaths, and each of them was fatal with one blow.

Du Guangting rubbed his eyes vigorously, wondering if he was dazzled. Even if the White Tiger Sect is not a famous faction, it doesn't mean that it will be killed, right?

What's even more terrifying is that in the process of making a move, Kanto didn't even have a trace of excess aura leaking out, what does this mean? It shows that he has controlled the aura to the point where he can send and receive it freely.

Only a beginner monk can do this.

Du Guangting didn't have time to think about it, and his attention was attracted by the front again.

Step by step, Kanto pressed towards his other target, the horse-faced monk.

The horse-faced monk's face no longer looked arrogant just now, and became extremely ugly. All of his fellow disciples were killed in less than thirty breaths, and he was the only one standing.

He was angry, but more than that, afraid.

This man's strength was so much stronger than him that he gave up the idea of resisting. He knew that if nothing happened to him, he would surely die.

The unexpected appeared.

Kanto paused, looked up slowly, and no longer paid attention to the horse-faced monk, but fixed his eyes on the canopy of a hundred-year-old iron peg tree opposite. At some point, a middle-aged man appeared, with an ancient wooden sword tied to his back, and his eyes were cold.

As soon as he appeared, the temperature around him suddenly dropped a lot, and the area around the cold pool, which was already cold to the bone, was more like it was condensed into ice, and even people's blood was about to be frozen.

"Uncle Hu. The horse-faced monk was overjoyed when he saw the middle-aged man, and hurriedly said respectfully.

The middle-aged man just waved his hand, motioned for the horse-faced monk to step aside, and then continued to focus all his attention on Kanto, and after looking at it for a while, he showed a hint of understanding, and slowly exhaled and said, "Very good, your breathing technique is very powerful, even I almost lost my eyes." With your cultivation of the ninth layer of fetal breath, you can actually control your breath to such a point, no wonder you are so arrogant and dare to kill five disciples of my White Tiger Sect in a row. You do have some arrogance. ”

Kanto showed an unprecedented solemn expression on his face, staring at the middle-aged man, but the whole person still didn't take a step back, and said in a slightly hesitant voice: "You are Hu Bisheng, a Lei Mu Dao man at the end of the 'Seven Uniques' of the White Tiger Gate?"

Lei Mu Dao Hu Bisheng?

These seven words came into Du Guangting's ears, like five thunderbolts, blowing up his mind blank.

Hu Bisheng is one of the only seven Primordial Soul Stage cultivators in the White Tiger Sect, although he is only a first-level cultivator, but his first-hand Thunderwood Sword Technique is very sharp, and even the second-level Primordial Soul monks are afraid of three points.

This is a powerhouse in the early spirit stage, even if it is only one level higher than Kanto, but the first spirit and fetal breath are two completely different realms, which can be described as the difference between the abyss.

I have never heard of a fetal monk who can cross the level to kill the primordial spirit powerhouse.

Not to mention killing, even being able to save his life under the hands of a beginner monk is already a great ability.

Du Guangting couldn't help but sweat for Kanto.

Hu Bisheng smiled conceitedly: "Since you have heard of my name, it is even better." For the sake of your hard work, cut off your meridians immediately, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, if I were to do it myself, it wouldn't just be as simple as abolishing your cultivation. ”

After confirming the identity of this person, Kanto put away the nervousness just now, and instead smiled at Hu Bisheng who didn't care: "Senior's words are too domineering, right? Just now, it was obviously your disciple who did it first, and he was just taking action to protect himself." When it comes to arrogance and domineering, that is also your White Tiger Sect disciple first. ”

"I didn't have the heart to tell the merits. I only know that if you kill my White Tiger Sect disciple, that's enough. Hu Bisheng snorted coldly.

"Since the predecessors are like this, there is no distinction between right and wrong. I can't say it, in order to protect myself, I can only make a move, and I will be high and low with you. Kanto's eyes narrowed, staring at Hu Bisheng and said slowly.

"You want to do it with me?" Hu Bisheng almost suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

Anyone can see that the gap between the two is not a star and a half, and there is no suspense at all. This was probably the first time he had heard such a "bold statement" from a fetal monk.

"I've always wanted to find an opportunity to fight with the First Spiritual Monk and verify my strength. Since there is this opportunity, it is natural that I will not let it go. ”

Kanto chuckled