Qing Aya's resolute expression did not have the slightest hesitation, and with a flash of cold light in her hand, she stabbed towards her neck. However, she didn't wait for the sting of the dagger into the flesh, for a slender hand grabbed her wrist, making it impossible for her to move. In despair, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and then a touch of surprise was revealed, she didn't know that there was a middle-aged man in a long shirt standing next to her. &1t;/p>

A hint of regret flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he gently grabbed the wrist of the girl in green clothes, he was fortunate to have come in time, otherwise there would be another corpse in this mountain and jungle that had been sucked dry by that demon. For Qing Aya's fearless anger of life and death, he was even more appreciative. &1t;/p>

For Han Li's appearance, the black-robed shadow was not surprised, but he didn't expect this middle-aged man in a long robe to become so fast. He still has some self-confidence in his conceit of light skills, and he has set up doubts and led the middle-aged man into the wrong way, coupled with his light skills, he feels that this middle-aged man should not have found himself so quickly. However, the phantom did not show any fear, the girl and the unconscious boy were no longer afraid, only this man in a long robe, he still had the confidence to defeat. &1t;/p>

Qing Aya looked at the middle-aged man very curiously, this man's face was fair and beardless, giving people a feminine feeling. This made her really puzzled, although there were many doubts in her heart, but she still chose to be silent, and the dagger in her hand also slipped and disappeared into the sleeve. She helped the unconscious Tang Qi well, knowing that Tang Qi was not in trouble, and a hanging heart was put down. &1t;/p>

"The remnants of the Nine Shadows Sect are still not dead, and they still want to do such a tragic thing. It's simply intolerable, let go of the people in your hands, today a certain family will act on behalf of heaven and eradicate demons and villains like you. Han Li's face sank as he shouted at the silent shadow. Then, a majestic aura rolled out, and the slender figure immediately became majestic. &1t;/p>

"Cang, Cang, the breeze on both sleeves shakes Kunlun. I didn't think that you and I would meet here, and I thought that back then, my Nine Shadows Sect was besieged and killed by you and other so-called righteous people, and you righteous people had a little compassion. Regardless of women, children, old and young, they are killed together. There is no conflict between the Nine Shadows Sect and the martial arts of the world, but you and others claim to be decent, and what else is the word of the Heavenly Dao, so that a major sect will be destroyed overnight. When you kill those children who are powerless, what kind of guilt do you feel in your hearts, everything in the world has the right to grow, why are you right, and we are evil? ”&1t;/p>

The shadow almost roared, trembling with resentment, and the pair of dark gray eyes shone with layers of palpitating scarlet light. The wide black robe swelled and bulged as he roared. The slender shadow in his hand was not still clutched in his hand, and the five fingers like withered branches were surging out of a thick black breath. &1t;/p>

"The devil is also worthy of talking about the way of good and evil, which is ridiculous." Han Li's eyes froze, and his slender palm rolled out flatly, and a roar of energy rolled out from his sleeves. The breeze on the two sleeves did not necessarily refer to the style of those officials, but also the sky-shattering momentum that Han Li hid in his sleeves. &1t;/p>

There was no fluctuation on the phantom's dead face, and he held the slender figure in his hand, and his body was like a gust of scarlet wind, rushing towards Han Li. A trace of dead air shot out from the raised left palm, and the wide black robe seemed to be wrapped in endless dead air, which was continuously instilled on his left palm. The shadow came in the wind, but it was the disgusting bloody rain that hit the face. &1t;/p>

Han Li danced his hands as if a gust of cold wind was blowing, slapping away all the fishy wind that was surging from the other party, and with a mistake under his feet, the strong wind that was raised suddenly rose. The fishy wind shrouded in like a cover, but Han Li's face remained unchanged, and his figure was like a man, stirring up several gurgling bursts of air. He raised his right hand, and an imperceptible pale cyan aura came out of it, while his left hand reached out towards the shadow that the phantom's right hand had grasped. &1t;/p>

The fishy wind did not have the slightest effect on the person in front of him, and the phantom's face sank, and the scarlet in his eyes became thicker and thicker. He turned his body around and avoided the slender hand, causing Han Li to grab the air. However, Han Li didn't give up, his left palm slashed forward, and a pale cyan qi circle took shape, but it turned into several qi swords as if they had exploded, and shot towards the phantom figure's body. His figure pressed, and his right hand fell like a shadow towards the captured figure. &1t;/p>

As soon as the shadow receded, the five fingers like withered branches turned into five sharp long hooks, and from the fingertips there was an imperceptible death and sinking qi, which turned into a huge spider web, and struck towards the several qi swords. The hissing sound was endless, and the figures of the two were staggered, but the eyes of the two showed a solemn look. As soon as they fought, they were evenly divided, although they didn't go all out, but both of them knew that it was only because of the shadow that was caught. &1t;/p>

Han Li's wind stood lightly, the aura circulating around him was running unabated, and the bulging sleeves didn't know when they had deflated, but there was a faint flow like a dragon's aura that had been lingering, in the inconspicuous sleeves of his clothes. There is a lot of things hidden in the sleeves, how can you not shake Kunlun, Shuanglong swims in the sleeves, and the sword qi splits the world. He stood on the white salty morning frost, but he never crushed the white frost, only the reflection of the dead grass under his feet shone a blinding sun. &1t;/p>

The shadow was slightly gloomy, under his feet, the fallen leaves rustled, and the dead aura around his body was endless, and a pair of scarlet eyes shone with a terrifying light, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart at this time. And the five fingers, shaped like dead branches, had been loosened and hidden in the wide sleeves of the coat. &1t;/p>

The two confronted each other, only the aura around them became stronger and stronger, and the golden morning sun swayed down, and the bodies of the two of them seemed to be covered with a layer of flames. The only difference was that Han Li's body was filled with a ray of light that shone directly into people's hearts, while the body of the phantom shadow was like a layer of withered yellow wilting light. &1t;/p>

The two sleeves were clear and bile, and the five-fingered ghost qi condensed life and death, and the two looked at each other from a distance, and the sound of breaking the air with a stirring breath exploded around them. And their faces are majestic, as if they are fighting just the breath in their bodies, only they know it, after the qi transformation is-for-tat, their bodies are even more disordered. The spirit turned into a sword to meet each other, and the ghost spirit shot like a spear like a dragon. &1t;/p>

His face darkened, Han Li's figure jumped, and the breeze on his sleeves suddenly rose up the mountain, and his figure swept towards the phantom shadow with the rolling waves of qi. However, the phantom shadow turned pale, and his figure disappeared in front of Han Li's eyes as soon as his figure slammed into the wide black robe, along with the slender shadow that was caught in his hand. Seeing the above strange situation, Han Li's eyes suddenly shrank, he didn't expect that this black-robed phantom shadow would actually disappear out of thin air, which made the true qi of his whole body that he had gathered not have any target to attack. &1t;/p>

At this moment, a sharp sound of "Be careful" rang in Han Li's ears, and then a cold aura hit his back. Caught off guard, Han Li didn't expect this shadow to appear behind him after it had actually disappeared, and he could only hastily turn his sleeves and head towards his back. &1t;/p>

Then, Han Li's figure spun over like a spinning top, and his reaction was already faster. Then he clearly saw the shadow on the other side, and there was a layer of scarlet in his eyes, mixed with a light that made his heart palpitate. It was a pair of eyes like death, without any emotional color, without death and no life, it should be said that it was indifference. Ignoring all life, ignoring all emotions, and at the same time ignoring oneself. &1t;/p>

After making eye contact with the pair of strange pupils, Han Li's brain suddenly exploded. Then he heard the sound of the cloth cracking, and it was so sharp to his ears, though it was slight. Five condensed chilling qi shuttled through his sleeves and slammed into his chest, and the five dead qi exploded in his chest, causing him to let out a dull sound and blood in his throat. &1t;/p>

Han Li's body took a few steps back in embarrassment before stopping, and a trace of bright and dazzling blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which was particularly eye-catching under the dazzling sunlight. Five rays of dead energy rushed into his body like a bamboo in his chest, making his vitality stop in an instant. He also felt a few dead qi wantonly destroying the true qi in his body, causing the aura around him to become sluggish all of a sudden. &1t;/p>

The phantom shadow struck a blow, and his body turned, and his five fingers like withered branches condensed again, gathering a palpitating death aura and grabbing at the top of Han Li's head. The aura of death shrouded him, even though it was the vigorous morning and the warm morning sun swaying the heavens and the earth, Han Li felt that there was no vitality, he only felt that he was shrouded in a space filled with yin qi, and that space was the dead qi condensed by the five fingers of the ghost. &1t;/p>

A wave of amazement swelled up in his heart, and Han Li's face did not fluctuate at all, as calm as a pool of stagnant water. His body was in turmoil, and the breath of death couldn't stop destroying his vitality, and the true qi in his body retreated as soon as he encountered that stream of death. There was no despair, no extravagant hope, only a faint calm looking at those scarlet eyes, the corners of Han Li's mouth raised slightly, and a sneer came out. &1t;/p>

The shadow's eyes still smiling with a thick scarlet glow, and he ignored the sneer of the man in the long robe, believing that he was merely dying. That palm condensed the essence he had absorbed from the dead in the past few days, which others called death, but in his eyes it was a delicious delicacy essence. This kind of spirit is very beneficial to him, and it is a nightmare for living people. &1t;/p>

The wind rose, the frost melted, and the rustling branches raised the fallen leaves in all directions, and a ray of warm sunlight pierced through the branches and fell on the ghost. At this moment, a scorching heat rolled up from the swaying sunlight and went straight to his left hand. It was a subtle burn, but for him, who was extremely sensitive to light and heat, it was tantamount to a shock in his heart. &1t;/p>

He hurriedly withdrew his hand and looked up, but saw a Shen Xiong man jumping down from the top of the branch, and the light in the Shen Xiong man's hand flashed, but it was a faint black firewood knife. The scorching light reflected off the dark knife and landed on his left hand. The dark lacquered firewood knife slashed towards his left hand, the ghostly light was diffused, and the firewood knife came majestically, the firewood knife was narrow and thick, but it was carried down with the strength of the collapse. &1t;/p>

Fortunately, when he withdrew his hand in time, the shadow felt a chill in his heart, he didn't expect that he was careless for a while, and he was almost cut off his left arm by the Shen Xiong man, and his figure retreated sharply. However, the figure of Shen Xiong was approaching, and the thick blade of the firewood knife was no longer under the sun, but it was glowing with a dull luster. The man's right hand swirled, and the knife swept away towards the shadow like a storm. &1t;/p>

A sword of light reflected in all directions, and the luster of the shadow shrouded down, and the firewood knife was like a divine weapon, locking the body of the shadow. A knife flashed, the knife was like a green dragon spitting water, and like a spring silkworm spinning silk, it seemed to be slow, but it was actually fast, so slow that people could only see the light rising slowly, but it was so fast that it made people disappear in the blink of an eye. &1t;/p>

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