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When Xin chased the moon out of the sword, the audience was stunned.

This sword is like a brilliant firework, like a bright meteor. Everywhere as far as the eye can see, it is the range of Xin Chaiyue's sword technique.

Li Shengzi's pupils shrank: "Finally, an opponent worth fighting has appeared." ”

Laughing wildly, he grabbed the sword qi with one hand.

硁硁.

Sparks splash everywhere, and the light is gorgeous.

The crowd exclaimed.

I saw that the footsteps of the Li Shengzi were flying, and he turned a folded line in the courtyard, and he had bypassed the heavy sword qi, and his palm was less than three inches to Xin Chaiyue's chest.

Fast, too fast.

Even an ordinary innate mid-level master is far from being able to catch up with his speed.

In a tense moment, Xin Chaiyue's sword momentum turned around. Seeing that the sword qi in the sky shrank, all of them attacked towards the Glass Saint Son.

If Li Shengzi insisted on making a move, he would also be stabbed into a sieve by the sword qi.

Li Shengzi smiled and flew away.

Xin Chasing the Moon swings his sword in a row.

The first sword, a huge sword flower, condensed out of thin air.

The second sword, when the sword qi was ****, actually ejected on the ground, weaving a seamless sword net around the Li Shengzi.

The third sword, all the sword qi was like a cocoon, compressing out towards the Glass Saint Son.

This is Xin Chaiyue's self-created three styles of chasing life, which integrates part of the essence of the thirteen styles of sword flowers and her own kendo perception, and is her first step out of her own kendo.

"What a mysterious sword intent!"

The eyes of the young people present widened. They had never seen a sword aura that could turn.

"Ice glass shelling!"

The figure of the Son of the Prophet suddenly became illusory, as if he could see the scene behind him through him. The sword qi pierced through his body, and the wind blew away.

The next moment, as soon as he appeared in the same place, the person had shot straight out, dragging a string of shadows behind him.

Bang!

It is just when Xin Chasing the Moon's new power has gone, and the old force has not been born. She was repelled by this palm, and her pink lips were bleeding.

Li Shengzi smiled deeply, his face was slightly pale. Although he used the ice glass shell just now, he was still hit by a few sword qi.

"Friend of the Righteous Dao, the Son of Hades is here, who dares to come out to fight?"

During the fierce battle between Xin Chaiyue and Li Shengzi, another young man walked out of the corpse refining gate. This person was dressed in black, and his eyes were strange and dark.

He stood there like a poisonous snake, which made people subconsciously dare not approach.

A Li Shengzi is strong enough to compete with Xin Chaiyue. Among the young people present, who can fight the more mysterious Son of Hades?

"I'll come. ”

A figure, lonely and miserable. Walking in the hustle and bustle of Dingfu, it seems to be walking alone in the desert where no one is around.

A silver ring hook, a sad past.

Life and death hook, Yang Sanbai.

"It's him!"

The crowd was amazed and delighted.

Previously, Yang Sanbai was sitting alone in the corner, so he was not noticed. This bright and radiant teenager always has a sense of twilight death without attachment.

"You come, too, die. ”

Facing the characters on the Qingyun list, the Holy Son of Hades was a little dignified.

Yang Sanbai didn't speak, and the silver hook on his back had already flown out. In the silver light, a sad color was drawn.

No one can describe the light of this hook, as if no one can describe what a painful thing it is to be separated from life and death.

Yang Sanbai's hook is the hook of death.

"Nether Fist!"

The Son of Hades let out a low roar. With a punch, the black true qi was like a cloud of mist, rising from hell, making people tremble.

Bang!

The silver hook was turbulent, letting out a whining trembling sound, and once again sprinkled a cold and clear light, constantly colliding with the Netherworld True Qi of the Holy Son of the Hades.

Two battlefields, two confrontations, the same thrill.

Seeing the two senior brothers showing their might, the younger brother couldn't help but feel a little itchy. ”

In the corpse gate, a third young man walked out.

He was younger than the Son of the Glass and the Son of the Underworld, with a red hero's scarf on his head and a little blood on his forehead. As he walked by, everyone smelled the smell of blood.

"Who are you?" asked a young man.

"Corpse Refining Gate, Blood Son. ”

Many young people are stagnant.

The cultivation of the Blood Saint Son was the lowest among the three Saint Sons, just past the innate level. Someone was the first to challenge with a fluke mentality.

One move, no, the Blood Saint Son didn't make a move at all. The man had taken three steps, and then he fell to the ground, bleeding from all his orifices, and dying of convulsions.

The bald head Ji Gu smiled and said: "Our blood brother, although his cultivation is not high, if some cats and dogs who are not long-eyed dare to underestimate him, they must suffer a big loss." ”

The masters of the Corpse Refining Gate all laughed.

In fact, no one present dared to underestimate the Blood Saint Son. Killing people leaves no trace, and they still haven't found out how the Blood Son killed people.

"No one?"

The Blood Saint Son shouted loudly, a disdainful smile flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Qingyin Pavilion Fuhu, come to receive the teaching. ”

Ignoring the dissuasion of the old man of Qingyin Pavilion, Fu Hu made a move on the first day.

On Yutai Peak, he once fought hundreds of moves undefeated with his bare hands.

Rumble!

As soon as Fu Hu came up, he used all his strength, and a fierce tiger phantom rushed out from behind him, revealing sharp fangs.

This time, the Blood Saint Son finally moved.

But he put his hands behind his back, and his feet seemed to be equipped with two pulleys, moving left and right on the ground, and his expression was always so disdainful.

"Double Tiger Kill!"

Fu Hu shouted angrily, and his true qi exploded to the limit. Two huge tigers staggered out, even casting a large shadow on the ground.

"Fu Shaoxia is powerful, and he has comprehended this punch to the highest level. ”

Many older generation figures praised. The power of this punch is so powerful that even they think it is good.

"Is this your ultimate strength, it's really disappointing. ”

The Blood Saint Son took the hand behind him and slapped it out.

In an instant, Fu Hu seemed to see a cloud of blood rolling out towards him, unstoppable.

Laugh at.

The two fierce tigers were immediately swallowed by the blood cloud, descended into the air, and enveloped the huge body of the tiger in it.

A terrifying scene happened.

This blood cloud actually slowly burrowed into Fu Hu's body, causing him to be covered in blood, all seven orifices began to bleed, and his vitality was also weakening.

"Stop. ”

The old man of Qingyin Pavilion was furious, and he shook away the blood cloud with a dodge, and looked anxiously at the first day of the pavilion.

"Don't worry, he can't die. It's just that it may be lying down for a few months. ”

The Blood Saint Son smiled coldly.

His bloody palms are very domineering. Once it gets into the opponent, it will immediately erode the opponent's life qi. Even if Fu Hu recovers this time, I'm afraid his spirit will be greatly weakened.

The old man of Qingyin Pavilion also thought of this, staring at the Blood Saint Son deadly, anger and murderous aura almost overwhelming his reason.

"Old man, do you want to die?" Ji Jiao smiled on the side of the corpse refining gate.

The old man of Qingyin Pavilion took a deep breath and returned to his seat with Fu Hu to stabilize his injuries. Dao Yu on the side turned pale and had a confused expression.

"Who else?"

The Blood Saint Son shouted loudly, and his momentum soared, shaking the blood of the young people present.

Dressed in red, with blood on his forehead, the Blood Saint Son with his hands behind his back, despises the righteous heroes!

Some young people feel invincible, but they resolutely hold their swords tightly, ready to die and never let people look down on them.

Ding Yubo took a deep breath, but he was laughing in his heart.

The defeat of others can highlight his power today. As long as there is no accident, his prestige in Jiangnan martial arts will definitely rise to another level.

When the time comes, on the grounds of fighting against the Corpse Refining Gate, merge with other small and medium-sized forces, and slowly grow bigger......

"Brother Wang, it's time for you to play. ”

"Brother Tang, I won't be short of opponents. ”

At this moment, two handsome teenagers walked out of the crowd.

"Ah, it's Wang Zhanqing, the electric dragon Wang Zhanqing!"

"Dressed in white and black-haired, handsome like a dragon, Tang Fengyue, I have seen him in Yutai Peak. ”

At a critical juncture, Tang Fengyue and Wang Zhanqing walked out hand in hand and were immediately recognized by many people.

The crowd exploded.

Tang Fengyue defeated Meng Anping, the master of the Eight Poles Gate, first, and was already one of the three absolute guns. In the battle of Yutai Peak, he used Qimen's move to suppress the sky and kill the gun, which made him famous and prosperous.

Especially Tang Fengyue is only sixteen years old, such an age and such strength have made many people believe that his future is by no means inferior to that of Wulin Liujun.

If Tang Fengyue is still just a rising star, then in the eyes of many young people, Wang Zhanqing is already an 'old powerhouse'.

The six handsome martial arts are well-known in the rivers and lakes, this is something that everyone knows.

This genius, who is ranked thirteenth on the Qingyun list, has conquered many peers with his graceful demeanor and gentle and elegant temperament.

When the people saw him, it was as if they saw hope.

As soon as the two young men with outstanding demeanor appeared, the audience was boiling.

Ding Yubo's face stiffened, and he immediately laughed and said, "Haha, I was about to ask the two young heroes to come forward and contribute to my martial arts righteousness." ”

The hand in the sleeve, a clench.

Tang Fengyue admired Ding Yubo's 'happy' face, and also smiled happily.

"It turned out to be the two of you, haha, interesting. The Blood Saint Son is willing to learn two great tricks at the same time. ”

The Blood Saint's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

But the people were angry. How arrogant is this person who wants to fight one against two?!

"Shameless thing, Wang Shaoxia alone is enough to hit you two. ”

"Haha, Tang Shaoxia went to teach him a lesson. ”

Some of the young men shouted.

"Wang Zhanqing, don't you dare?"

The Blood Saint Son looked directly at Wang Zhanqing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. As for Tang Fengyue, he didn't pay much attention to it.

The Qingyun list is the thing that can best measure the combat power of peers.

Although Tang Fengyue's record was dazzling, in the eyes of the Blood Saint Son, it was too vain. He had never seen a god-killing gun, and the devil knew if it was blown up by the rivers and lakes.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

The Son of Blood has never trusted only his own eyes.

Tang Fengyue smiled at Wang Zhanqing and said, "Brother Wang, can you let the junior brother meet him first." If you can't beat it, Brother Wang will appear to subdue this person. ”

"Brother Tang, please. ”

Wang Zhanqing smiled and retreated.

The Blood Saint Son looked at Tang Fengyue and sneered: "Boy, are you too late to come and die?"

After Wang Zhanqing retreated, Tang Fengyue's face suddenly turned cold, very cold: "Blood Holy Son, how many **** times did you attack my sister?"

He will not forget that Xu Qinglan once told him that a man named the Blood Saint Son wanted to persecute Tang Xiangxue, and was finally rescued by another woman.

The Blood Saint Son stared at Tang Fengyue's face, and suddenly smiled: "Oh, it turns out that that woman is your sister." Hahaha......"

"What did you do to my sister?"

"What do you think?"

Tang Fengyue had green tendons on the back of her hand, her eyes were cold, and she suddenly smiled: "Although I know that you are lying to me, but for your words, I will also break your mouth." (To be continued.) )