I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

Hearing the threatening words of Qinglong Zhenren, Zhao Heng's eyes were cold. He glanced behind him and saw the formation roaring violently.

He looked forward again, at Qinglong Zhenren who was blocking the exit.

His eyes were slightly cold, and the mysterious light flashed in his hand.

A tiger-headed broadsword several feet long with a cold light appeared in his hand in an instant.

This is a yellow-grade intermediate mysterious weapon. At this time, under the infusion of mysterious energy, the blade trembles and the cold light shines brightly!

Seeing Zhao Heng's actions, Qinglong Zhenren narrowed his eyes, but a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Haha... Do you want to struggle to death? Do you think you have the qualifications to fight with me just because you defeated Jiang Yan?

It seems that you don't know the gap between the early stage of the Ascension Realm and the middle stage of the Ascension Realm!"

Zhao Heng's ghost head mask, a pair of cold eyes, indifferently stared at Qinglong Zhenren.

His tone was equally cold.

"Really? I want to see, is your mouth harder than mine?"

"Hmph, you're looking for death!"

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of Qinglong Zhenren, and his sleeves fluttered, and a sword finger blasted out.

"Swoosh...!"

A finger print condensed by green light turned into a sword light, and attacked Zhao Heng's brow.

A seemingly random finger, under the blessing of Qinglong Zhenren's tyrannical skills, was so powerful that it distorted the air!

Facing this finger print that came at high speed, Zhao Heng had no expression on his face, held up the sword with one arm, and swept it across.

"Swish...!"

The silver-bright sword light drew a cold edge.

"Boom...!"

With a loud bang, the green finger print was chopped and exploded by the sword light.

Zhao Heng's body did not move at all, and he looked at Qinglong Zhenren's cold eyes, which slightly rose.

As if he was asking a question silently.

"That's it?"

"Hmm...?"

Seeing that Zhao Heng had caught his finger print so easily, Qinglong Zhenren showed a slight surprise in his eyes.

The next moment, he swung his sword fingers with both hands at the same time.

The finger prints, like sword shadows all over the sky, shot out, and the power of each sword finger was stronger than the previous one.

Seeing this, Zhao Heng secretly complained in his heart.

"Why do these innate warriors like to use long-range attacks and shoot back and forth every time they fight?"

But he had to admit that this was the safest way to test the opponent's strength.

But Zhao Heng was not interested in testing the opponent in this way. The blade in his hand danced as fast as a flash of light.

"Boom boom boom...!"

In an instant, the finger prints all over the sky were shredded by Zhao Heng's violent sword light.

He directly faced the opponent's firepower output and went upstream.

The blade danced and rushed all the way. In an instant, he rushed in front of the real person Qinglong.

Zhao Heng's momentum was surging, and the sword was as powerful as a rainbow. He immediately launched a violent counterattack against the real person Qinglong.

Facing Zhao Heng's fierce attack, the Qinglong Zhenren, who originally had fluttering robes and flying swords, finally realized that something was wrong.

It was difficult to maintain a casual and calm posture. A green light flashed in his palm, and a light green three-foot long sword came into his hand.

Xuanqi infused the sword body, the green light permeated, and the sword energy was released.

The two of them clashed with swords and swords, and for a while, the sword light and sword shadows were like a flood, and the mysterious light sparks were like flying stars!

After the two fought for dozens of moves, the face of the Qinglong Zhenren finally changed drastically.

"Your skill..."

From the fact that the opponent easily broke his fingerprint just now.

Then, he forced himself to sacrifice the mysterious soldiers, and the Qinglong Zhenren had already doubted it in his heart.

At this moment, he fought with him head-on for a while.

Sensing the surging energy in the opponent's blade, which was only slightly inferior to his own, the Qinglong Zhenren was finally shocked.

"You have hidden your strength before!"

The Qinglong Zhenren made what he thought was a correct judgment.

Because it is extremely difficult for a warrior in the Ascension Realm to improve his strength.

It is common to stand still for three to five years.

Ren Woxing's strength has increased greatly, and the only possibility is that he has been hiding his strength from the beginning.

Hearing this, Zhao Heng sneered in his heart.

"That's just what you think!"

Like the followers of the Sun and Moon Sect, although Qinglong Zhenren is a mid-stage Xiantian realm expert, he is only the leader of a third-rate force after all, and his vision is limited.

He would never have thought of it in his dreams.

The fellow demon in front of him had just participated in the "Gathering of Heroes Conference" held by the seven sects of the righteous path a few months ago.

He "took advantage of others" at the conference and got a rare opportunity and a large amount of precious cultivation materials.

What's more, Zhao Heng also had a partner with a mysterious Yin body, who complemented Yin and Yang and increased his skills.

Now Zhao Heng's skills are running, and his Dantian and two Qi Yuan balls are transmitting energy at the same time.

With three times the output efficiency and huge energy reserves, his skills are almost comparable to those of mid-stage masters of the Ascension Realm.

In the square, the two figures shuttled and collided at high speed, bursting out rolling waves of air.

The battle was extremely fierce. Although it was difficult for Qinglong Zhenren to defeat Zhao Heng, he still had the upper hand with his strong skills in the middle stage of the Ascension Realm, and the two were caught in a fierce battle.

But this was not what Zhao Heng wanted. The situation in the formation was unclear, and he had to fight quickly to avoid accidents.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, Zhao Heng's blood surged, his body surface glowed red, and his pupils were stained with scarlet color.

"Buzz buzz buzz...!"

The tiger-headed Pudao in his hand vibrated, and as the blade reflected a burst of blood light, nine blood-colored halos emerged one after another, surrounding the blade.

"Nine Lives Burning Blood Sword Technique!"

Zhao Heng once again used the famous skill that he learned from the Blood Refining Sect, transformed using the Dao Seed Dice, and carried forward!

Now his blood and qi are magnificent, and his body is strong, and he can completely withstand the limits of this sword technique.

Instantly, Zhao Heng's momentum surged, and his speed, strength, and explosive power suddenly increased.

He was surrounded by blood light, like a tiger descending from the mountain, turning into afterimages, surrounding Qinglong Zhenren.

The nine-ring blood knife in his hand slashed out a sky of knife shadows, regardless of the knife technique, and directly slashed at the opponent's head and face, pouring madly.

In an instant, the situation was reversed.

Zhao Heng, who did not follow the martial ethics, turned on the blood burning mode and suppressed Qinglong Zhenren in turn.

Under Zhao Heng's crazy offensive like a stimulant, Qinglong Zhenren, who was at a disadvantage, was angry.

He immediately urged all his strength to break through Zhao Heng's suppression.

However, after a desperate struggle.

Not only did Qinglong Zhenren fail to suppress Zhao Heng, but he had several knife wounds on his body and his arms were numb.

This made Qinglong Zhenren realize the reality.

This reckless man is really strong!

Faced with this situation, the experienced Qinglong Zhenren knew that he must not delay like this, otherwise he would be dragged down by the opponent.

With a ruthless look in his eyes, the mysterious light under the feet of Qinglong Zhenren burst out, and his figure was like a swimming fish. He suddenly shot backwards, escaped from Zhao Heng's offensive coverage, and retreated more than ten feet away.

Zhao Heng swept his blood-red eyes, instantly locked the opponent's figure, and chased him at a high speed.

But in the next moment, Zhao Heng sensed that the surging mysterious energy in the body of Qinglong Zhenren flowed into the long sword in his hand.

At the same time, the wood-attributed mysterious energy in all directions in the air quickly gathered around him, causing Qinglong Zhenren's momentum to soar.

Almost within a few breaths, Qinglong Zhenren was surrounded by a dazzling green light, and the long sword in his hand exuded a sky-high sword intent.

The next moment, the long sword in Qinglong Zhenren's hand turned into a green light and swept out.

"All things in the world!"

A sword swept out, and a rolling green sword energy that was more than ten feet long and wide, like a surging wave, locked onto Zhao Heng with an invincible momentum.

This sword was obviously the ultimate skill of Qinglong Zhenren, with great power and terrifying momentum.

At this moment, Zhao Heng also stopped chasing instantly.

The power of the mysterious energy and blood in his body rushed to the long sword in his hand, and the blade was shining with blood!

Then, Zhao Heng took a step forward and jumped high.

Facing the wave of sword energy sweeping in front of him, he chopped down the machete in his hand.

"Blood Shadow Soul-breaking Slash Second Style - Soul-stealing!"

Facing a strong enemy, Zhao Heng directly used the Blood Shadow Soul-breaking Slash Second Style that he had just cultivated.

As the long sword chopped down, a blood-colored sword light with an equally terrifying momentum poured down like a torrent and hit the green sword light.

The sword light collided with the sword energy, a violent explosion sounded, and a materialized energy ripple spread.

"Boom...!"

The two figures flew backwards at the same time.

"Boom boom boom...!"

The two of them broke a large number of stone pillars on the square along the way, and then staggered to stabilize their bodies.

But after Zhao Heng stood still, his face was only slightly pale, and the blood in his chest was surging, but he was not seriously injured.

Although the stone pillars were hard, Zhao Heng's physique was not to be underestimated.

In addition, he was wearing a red bellyband and the animal skin armor given by Senior Sister Qingxue, so Zhao Heng was only slightly shaken and his injuries were minor.

On the other side, Qinglong Zhenren did not have such a perverted physique as Zhao Heng, and the hidden protective gear.

It seemed that the collision was evenly matched, but at this time he was shocked by the recoil force, and his five internal organs were in great pain. His face was pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Ren Woxing on the opposite side, who was at ease and had no less fighting spirit in his eyes, Qinglong Zhenren finally showed a look of fear in his eyes.

He turned his eyes and suddenly transmitted a voice.

"Ren Daoist, I was wrong about what happened today. Daoist, you are very powerful and I admire you very much.

It will not benefit anyone if we continue to fight like this. Why don't we make peace and join forces to kill Huang Yuanzheng and the other three people.

Use their blood to open the restriction. Daoist, you can choose the treasures first!"

Hearing this, Zhao Heng's eyes flickered and he was surprised.

"Are you serious?"

Seeing that Zhao Heng seemed to be tempted, Qinglong Zhenren was secretly happy and walked towards Zhao Heng with a smile on his face.

"How dare I lie to you, Daoist, listen to me carefully."

At this time, Qinglong Zhenren had come to Zhao Heng, ten feet away.

Suddenly, there was no sign.

A green light flashed in Qinglong Zhenren's eyes, and he suddenly roared at Zhao Heng.

"Ang...!"

The powerful sound wave, like a dragon's roar, instantly enveloped Zhao Heng with an amazing spiritual fluctuation.

The moment Zhao Heng was enveloped by the sound wave, his body froze and his eyes became dull.

The eyes of Qinglong Zhenren turned cold, and his figure flashed. He appeared directly in front of Zhao Heng, with the long sword in his hand shining, and slashed at Zhao Heng's neck.

"Hehe... You are still too young to fight with me!"

Qinglong Zhenren showed a triumphant smile, as if he had seen the scene of the other party's body being torn apart.

However, the next moment, his face suddenly changed drastically.

Because in front of him, Ren Woxing, who had originally had a dull look in his eyes, had regained clarity without knowing when, and there was a hint of deep mockery in his eyes.

"Playing with snakes with me? Who do you think you are!"

Zhao Heng sneered, with a divine light flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, Qinglong Zhenren only felt a sharp and cold spiritual power piercing his mind, and the pain was piercing his heart.

"Ah...!"

In a shrill scream.

A blood-colored knife light flashed, and it fell on Qinglong Zhenren's head!