"Uncle Ling Fu, save him!"

Seeing that Shi Xiaole was covered by the attack of the man in white, Miss Ling quickly said to the old man beside her with a divine thought.

The old man was wearing a cloth coat and his hair was scattered, and he was one of the three people that Mu Qianji couldn't see, and he responded when he heard the words: "Not for the time being." ”

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a change in the field.

"Ananda's Eight Laws!"

With a roar full of momentum, Han Yanfa pushed his palms together, and the eight palm prints attacked from all directions in no particular order. Although his strength is weak, with Shi Xiaole, who ranks eighty-seventh on the Emperor List, he may be able to block the offensive of the man in white.

Further back, Murong San retreated uncontrollably, and the witch woman was carried by others, staring straight at the middle of the field, some appreciative and a little helpless.

Boom!

The crisp sound of the sword sounded before the claws collided. Many people only saw a flash of sword light, and the cold white light could not even be captured by the iris.

Whew!

There was no gap, and the sound of the cloth tearing fell on everyone's ears, as if it sounded at the same time as the sound of the sword.

The claw shadow was ruthlessly split in half, the incision was extremely smooth, and as soon as the claw strength of the riot poured out, it was immediately cut off by the residual sword qi, and it was not allowed to advance an inch.

The man in white freezes in mid-air.

"It's you who died. ”

Shi Xiaole said lightly, his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

"Ho, ho......"

There was a faint blower-like rough sound from his mouth, and the man in white looked frightened, he wanted to speak, but under the force, a long line of blood broke from the top of his head to the double-strand position, evenly dividing him into two halves.

The next moment!

The man in white separated left and right, like two pieces of meat on a cutting board, falling at the same time, and even the sound of landing was exactly the same.

This means that the swordsman's swordsmanship has reached the point of being wonderful, and even the weight of blood and hair has been estimated by him, and it is divided into two.

Hiss!

Mu Qianji's pupils contracted, and while retreating, he unconsciously gasped.

In an instant just now, she was one of the few people who saw Shi Xiaole take out the sword, and there was only one word in the whole process, fast. She bet that the sword, including her, would only be caught by five or six people at most.

Shi Xiaole's strength is definitely not as simple as the eighty-seventh on the Emperor List, it should be the seventieth, sixtyth, no, maybe the fiftieth.

The speed of this person's progress, how can it be so fast!

But the more this is the case, the more angry Mu Qianji becomes. With Shi Xiaole's talent, he will definitely be able to revitalize the Divine Sect in the future and fulfill the last wishes of the Mu family's grandparents, how can he be easily suspected?

Your Shi Xiaole's progress is fast, but can you beat me, not to mention that there are three people in Xiaoyaomen, and his strength will only be stronger than her Mu Qianji.

"This person's swordsmanship is not bad, it is rare to find a character in the Central Plains who makes my eyes shine, bitter envoy, take him down for me, remember, leave him a dog's life. ”

After the young master took it with one hand, he stroked the sideburns on his chest with the other hand, and said interestingly.

Miss Ling's face changed slightly, and she looked at Ling Fu beside her, who secretly said: "I will take action at any time, since it is the person that Miss wants to protect, Ling Fu will not let him have an accident." ”

The man with the title of bitter envoy, his face was indifferent, and he didn't see how he moved, he had already rushed to a short distance in front of Shi Xiaole, this amazing speed, Mu Qianji hurriedly reminded: "Be careful!"

Shi Xiaole's strength is fast, and the speed of this bitter envoy is not inferior to him at all.

After perceiving the other party's breath, Mu Qianji immediately knew that the strength of this bitter envoy was not inferior to himself, at least ranking in the top twenty-five on the emperor list, and the top twenty were all possible.

"There is no end to the sea of suffering!"

A layer of aura like a quagmire quickly enveloped Shi Xiaole. The martial arts of the bitter envoy is a rare martial art of bitterness in the world, and it has reached the realm of the middle of the twelve.

Under its influence, Shi Xiaole only felt that his body was limited, his body was weak, and his will became a little weaker.

"For both the body and the mind. ”

Shi Xiaole was slightly awe-inspiring.

There are thousands of martial arts, but most of them can only send out physical offensives, a small number can send out spiritual offensives, and there are very few of them that have both, and both of them will inevitably affect the power of the two aspects, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Unless it is the Demon Martial Dao, or the Emperor Martial Dao of the Martial Emperor.

The bitter martial arts of the bitter envoy are obviously only semi-supreme martial arts, and they can be used to such an extent, and even affect Shi Xiaole, and the other party's talent is definitely the top in the world.

Change to the top 20 to top 30 masters on the emperor list, and if you are caught off guard, you may really be hit, but unfortunately it is Shi Xiaole who is bumped into by the bitter envoy.

The heart sword urged, Shi Xiaole easily cut off the weak emotion, the sword momentum instantly rose, waved the Huanevil sword, turned into a beam of shocking slashes forward, and easily destroyed the aura created by the bitter envoy.

"Bitter on bitter, defeat!"

His complexion changed, and he rotated around Shi Xiaole, and a circle of painful fluctuations made people's hearts hurt, forming overlapping waves, rolling and crashing into Shi Xiaole, and the sky shook violently.

As the top figure in the martial arts of the South China Sea, the young man who did not win the Central Plains martial arts in one move made the bitter envoy feel ashamed, he was too lazy to waste time, and directly resorted to the mastery.

Han Yanfa opened his mouth wide.

He had seen the twentieth of the Emperor List make a move, and in Han Yanfa's opinion, this move of the bitter envoy was almost as good as Ku Rongsuo's killing move, and the strength of the other party was no less than that of the sect leader!

How does this make Shi Xiaole fight?

"Blitzkning!"

Without the slightest panic, nor did he cast the "Sword of Returning to the Sect", Shi Xiaole wanted to see if he could defeat the masters of the twentieth place on the Emperor List with his fast sword after the power of the Heart Sword reached four hundred and sixty wisps.

The sword and hand escaped into the void, and immediately after, Shi Xiaole's people also disappeared.

Pound!

In the center of the bitter sea, the void produced huge rifts crisscrossing the Dao.

Shout!

Almost at the same moment, a faint and almost invisible sword light brushed the body of the bitter envoy.

"I'm hurt?"

The bitter envoy looked at the scar on his chest, the injury was not serious, the important thing was the meaning, he was actually injured in the hands of a Central Plains boy whose breath of life was less than a hundred years old.

What a shame it is, and once it is transmitted back to the South China Sea, he will become a laughing stock.

"Bitter Realm, get out of here!"

A circle of gray foam, centered on the bitter envoy, quickly expanded to the size of 10,000 meters, wanting to surround Shi Xiaole. The "Bitter Realm" is not very lethal, but it can effectively restrain the opponent, and the bitter envoy doesn't believe it, he can't be faster than Shi Xiaole, and he can't grind Shi Xiaole.

But the bitter envoy obviously underestimated Shi Xiaole's speed, or rather, Shi Xiaole never showed his true speed.

"Indulgence in Ascending Immortal Steps" cooperated with "Lightning Shock", Shi Xiaole's hands and feet were separated, and the Dao sword light lightly rubbed the void, and the sword passed without a trace, and from a distance, these sword lights cut the gray foam into many parts.

Every time it appears, it is accompanied by a puddle of blood and a scream of rage.

The bitter envoy was covered in blood, and in an instant, Shi Xiaole's three hundred and sixty-six swords were in his body, whether it was length, width, or depth, these sword marks were all the same.

The so-called ants bite and kill elephants, and a single sword wound is not serious, but it cannot hold a large amount. The bitter envoy was very suspicious, if he continued like this, he would be consumed alive by Shi Xiaole sooner or later!

Frightened, the bitter envoy could no longer care about face, his palms slapped wildly, and at the same time quickly retreated to the rear. From the time he made his move to the time he retreated, it was a long story, but it was actually only a short moment.

This scene directly stunned everyone at the scene.

Even Bai Lao, Shen Lao, and even Ling Fu are no exception. They thought that Shi Xiaole was very strong, but they didn't think that it would be so strong that he would not even be able to defeat the bitter envoy.

"With the fast sword alone, it is only to this extent, once you encounter a strong defense, such as King Kong the Great who is the twenty-sixth on the emperor list, I am afraid that it will not be enough. ”

Shi Xiaole shook his head secretly.

Don't look at him just now, but it's not so easy to exhaust the bitterness, the other party has the time and opportunity to escape. And if you seek to be fast, when you encounter a defense master, most of them will be restrained. After all, no matter how fast you are, it's useless if you can't defeat the other party.

Ignoring the bitter envoy, Shi Xiaole rushed to Mu Qianji's side.

"Good boy, Lao Bai, you take down this woman, and I'll deal with him. ”

Shen Lao's face was slightly condensed.

A fast martial artist is recognized as difficult, and Bai Lao is sure to have the upper hand against Shi Xiaole, but it is really not so easy to eat and live on the other party.

Bai Lao nodded, concentrating on attacking Mu Qianji. With Shen Lao's leg skills and strength, it should take a certain amount of time, and he should be able to win Shi Xiaole.

"Thunderbolt Drill Flash!"

With fast control, the first sound is snatched, Shen Lao's toes are in one place, his body is swirling, and the violent Gang Qi forms a tornado, and the top of the tornado is a triangular cone, stabbing at Shi Xiaole at an extremely terrifying speed.

Around the tornado, there were dense and sparse void folds, and these folds spread out, and the remaining strength actually squeezed the periphery to moderate cracks!

This is Shen Lao's nirvana stunt, the speed is not inferior to Shi Xiaole's sword moves, and the power is even better.

Many people's hearts are raised to their throats.

The old man named Ling Fu tensed his body even more, ready to strike at any time.

"The Sword of Return!"

Facing the storm of leg drilling, Shi Xiaole's face was fearless, and he raised his skills to the limit, holding the sword in both hands, and swung it vigorously at the tip of the triangular pyramid.

Electric light flashes.

Heaven and earth were silent for a moment, and the next moment, the earth-shattering explosion filled everyone's ears, as if to shatter everyone's souls.

"What, blocked?"

Shen Lao shouted in disbelief.

His legs were a little numb, and a trace of sword qi was like a sharp needle, trying to rush into the pores of his feet, but he was finally dispelled, but his body flew backwards uncontrollably.

"The strength is not as good as the Garan Sword Emperor. ”

What made Shen Lao even more horrified appeared in his eyes, Shi Xiaole, who had just used a killing move a moment ago, was almost indispensable, and once again raised the Huan Evil Sword and slashed out like lightning.

The arrogant sword qi cut through the sky and swept away thousands of armies!

Rumble......

The blood rained like a sprinkle, Shen Lao's legs were full of dazzling red, his face was hideous and terrifying, and he flew backwards like a rag sack, and the screams spread in all directions.

For Shi Xiaole, relying on the support of the martial arts of life and death, it is really not a big deal to send two killing moves in a row.

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