At this moment, the man on the tree suddenly let out a hiss, he curled up, and rushed out of the blood curtain, and a piercing cracking sound sounded in the air, and countless blood smoke stuck to him, instantly eroding a layer of his bare skin, revealing bright red flesh.

All the nerves and blood vessels began to convulse violently under this strong erosion, which turned his subtle escape into a joke.

His battered body, unbalanced in a strange tremor, slammed headfirst against the courtyard wall, which was no more than two feet high.

There was a dull crash, and a sharp whistle tore him apart.

The man in the tree trembled violently, and there was a hole in his back that went straight through his chest, and surprisingly no blood flowed out.

He hissed again, and out of nowhere, he slammed through the courtyard wall and stumbled into the darkness.

However, his sanity inevitably sane sane, and the wound on the back of his chest reminded him that he could collapse to the ground at any moment.

At this time, the familiar whistling sound of the same door sounded from a hundred miles away, and it approached with an extremely high degree.

At this time, miraculously, the demon did not catch up!

He stroked the wound on his chest and wanted to greet his fellow disciples with a whistling sound, however, the voice was still hovering in his throat, and a slender palm was lightly imprinted on his back, sending a chill into his viscera, and also making the whistle sound that was about to exit instantly freeze.

With a blow from his slender hand, the true breath that penetrated did not have any qualitative properties that could be distinguished, but it just cut off the connection of the qi veins that supplied him with vitality, and a strange sound of "hehe" came out of his throat, and his body began to convulse at the end.

Just as his body gradually stopped, at least five or more figures crossed the courtyard wall of the ancient temple and pounced in.

After a few breaths, a sharp roar rose into the sky. The sudden whistling sound alarmed the forest sea in a radius of hundreds of miles, and countless resident birds flew in shock, covering the sky and the sun.

The huge forest sea is in this chaos, welcoming the arrival of a new day.

As soon as the howling sound sounded, Yuan Yan rushed towards the ancient temple with the five great generals, although he didn't even know what was going on. However. At a distance of only seven or eight miles from the ancient temple, he saw a figure flying over the ancient temple.

At this moment, he saw several familiar and fearful faces, and his face became extremely ugly: "Zhu Gou Nine Killings, how many are there?"

Song Yuanyi's mind was clearer, his face was solemn, and he said in a low voice: "Dazun, looking at their appearance, it seems that they have suffered a loss. Could it be that there are still hard hands in the temple?"

"Sword baron?" Yuan Nan mentioned the name, but quickly denied it, that half-tone person's appearance, in front of those embryokillers, I am afraid that he will not be able to take ten steps.

He decided to catch up and take a look. But those killers who rarely appeared seemed to calm down in an instant. The whistling sound was interrupted, and the traces were quickly removed. With the cultivation of the Yuan difficulty. It is also impossible to capture the trajectory of their movements.

Just at a strange time, an abrupt voice sounded, this was the sword qi roaring from the distant sky, from this regular vibration of the atmosphere, Yuan Yan felt an extremely familiar, but extremely unpleasant aura.

He tilted his head away. I happened to see more than a dozen sword lights in the sky red by the morning light.

At a glance, he could see all the sword light fronts, the faces that were extremely familiar.

His eyes widened and he cursed muttered, even though it was more than ten miles away. They met the eyes of the monk with a square and majestic face, and they both saw the undisguised murderous intent in each other's eyes.

"How many people still know about this so-called confidential matter?" Song Yuanyi sighed in his heart, but on the surface, he shouted calmly: "There is an enemy, take position!"

When Yang Zhao emerged from a place more than twenty miles away from the ancient temple, in the direction of the Demon Thunder Ancient Temple, the aftermath of the roar had not yet dissipated.

His face was gloomy and cold, and he couldn't tell that he had just slain a famous killer in the Polar Realm not long ago.

Maybe this will make a budding monk famous overnight, but for Yang Zhao, it has little value.

In fact, from the moment that person sneaked into the temple to target him, and he didn't realize it, Yang Zhao's hard work in the past two days was in vain.

"The Heavenly Thorns are all here to be scouts, how many Zhu Gou Nine Kills?" Li Xun had already guessed the identity of the deceased: "The Void and Void Escape really deserves its name, but after today, how to change the name of the two knives, four blades and three small hooks?"

He smiled solemnly, and the true combat power of the two Blood God Son puppets gradually liberated as their spiritual resurrection deepened more and more.

The Heavenly Thorn was among the four blades, and in the polar realm, he was also one of the most elite monks, but under the surprise attack of the two puppets, he died neatly.

According to this trend, in another decade or two, how many people in the polar realm will be able to block his blow by surprise?

This thought diluted his depressed mood, and he was about to think about a new plan, but at this time, the sound of sword roaring came from afar, and he was taken aback, and followed the sound to see the row of sword lights in the sky not far away.

Yang Zhao's eyes were keen, and he swept the front end of the sword light, and the face of the person in front of him made his eyes widen!

"Tianxing Sword Palace?"

Yang Zhao had reason to be surprised.

Because what he saw was none other than Mr. Gan Yuan, one of the three masters of the Tianxing Sword Palace, who was a peerless master whose status was only below the principal Mr. Dayan.

Hearing that his cultivation has even become Mr. Dayan, he has become the first person in the Tianxing Sword Sect, and he is one of the most likely candidates to ascend to the late stage of the Heavenly Demon in the past hundred years.

Yang Zhao met him five years ago as a rising star of the Phantom Palace, and because of what he did back then, he was quite attentive to him and was very impressed.

However, the crux of the matter is not here, the first master of the Tianxing Sword Palace came here, not to collect medicine and enjoy flowers, or to visit friends!

The sword light of the Tianxing Sword Palace flew extremely fast, that is, in a flash of thought, it went out of Yang Zhao's field of vision and flew towards the south.

And over there, it's the Demon Thunder Ancient Temple!

Yang Zhao cursed in his heart, knowing that things were complicated again.

Just thinking about how to deal with it, the atmosphere above Lin Hai shook again, and it was a continuous wave of sharp explosions, and after the sound came for a few breaths, the aftermath of the detonation generated by the explosion ran over, and the branches and leaves around Yang Zhao also made a noise, and the momentum was amazing.

Although it is only the aftermath, the fragments of information coming from the wind are rich and colorful.

In the series of explosions just now, at least twenty people participated, and the surging true breath impact of these people, the changes in the qi that were triggered, and the large wave of aura frenzy that was set off, gave birth to endless changes in this vast space, even if they only saw a corner of it, it made people's hearts fluctuate. (To be continued......)