The Lord who use immortals as food

If Anzang had known that he was facing Xiang Minghao, Anzang would never have used his Intention Sword like this.

Desolation and sorrow, this artistic conception is exactly the emotion that this [Han Shi] has been immersed in all year round. The weather is cold and snowy, and the people are crying, which is also the source of their ambition!

He almost personally built a bridge for him to connect with the autumn atmosphere.

But the more complete "wrong" is that they should not confront this person at all!

This almost comical scene should only appear in third-rate novels - a robber and a killer attacked a scholar at night at the same time, and then the scholar suddenly turned around and struck the opponent with two knives.

This scene is sure to make the audience laugh, but when it happens to these three masters, it only shows a bit of evil coldness.

Fitai Hejian, Tianshan Sifeng, and Tunri Huishou.

Every identity is enough to make people's hearts tremble, but now they are like puppets whose every move is watched from the sky and pulled by invisible puppet strings.

There are many things required to pull off such a scene, but no doubt the showrunner has put them all together these days, somewhere they can or can't see.

Wudong didn't have time to sort out these conditions in detail now. What he poured into "How is it possible" actually had another layer of emotion - even if Zheng and Tunrihui collided, how could it be Xiang Minghao? !

Xianrentai and Tianshan did have the least information from the beginning, but that didn't mean they had no assessment of this incident.

——The Tianshan Mountains originated from the Hushan Jianmen Incident, and the Immortal Terrace originated from the Bowang Soul-Seizing Pearl Incident.

The master of the Hushan Sword Sect is just an old Ba Sheng. He has wasted more than twenty years and is not qualified enough to step into the Xuanmen. Even if such an old and remote sect is targeted by Huansi Tower, the upper limit set by Tianshan for it is only in the realm of "Secret Clothes".

Later, Pan found out about the soul-stealing pearl, and the opera ghosts who did it in Huanshenglou were all in the realm of the vein tree. It wasn't until the encounter with the Sun Swallowing Society that everyone on both sides died, that Tianshan thought he had met a Ba Sheng or Xuanmen master who was among the top five hundred on the list, and raised the matter above the master.

The Shaolong Immortal Platform is even simpler. The old soul-stealing old man is a real seven lives. Although it involves such a rare thing as heart amulet, it is only a few kilograms or taels after all. Although it is a secret and dangerous thing, it is not a grand thing. .

So both parties unanimously drew a safe enough line on this matter - Sifeng Anzang and Hejian Wudong are both leaders in the realm of body-shaking.

In other words, Wudong has already thought about the possibility that someone from the third level of Xuanmen will appear in Huansi Building, because "sufficiently secure" can appear in any party. Maybe this matter cannot reach a sufficient level, but Huansi Since Lou was frustrated, they had no guarantee that the dramatist would not take action.

What's more, such a formation spanning Shaolong and Xilong is indeed strangely large.

But they never expected that the Sun Swallowing Society, who also suddenly encountered this matter, would send this generation of [Han Shi] to this matter!

This means that they have made an absolute misjudgment - in the eyes of Tunrihui and Huanshilou, this is not a trivial fight in the realm of Maishu, nor is it a place for Grandmaster Mianyi to stretch his hands and feet. This is where they really give their all. An all-out effort!

Xiang Minghao came out of the fog with his sword, his long clothes stained red with blood.

The low laughter spread gently in the night sky.

At this moment, Wudong, whose face was still filled with shock and anger, suddenly realized that the actor who had succeeded would never leave. As his pupils shrank suddenly, he didn't have time to pay attention to the faint outline of fluorescence under the mist, and he shouted angrily: "Help him!!"

Anzang's heart and lungs were clenched for a moment, and he only had time to press his sword and turn around.

In the night sky, a cold mark has lit up.

Knife marks.

It was drizzling at night, starless and moonless, and the whole world seemed to have been cut open. Xiang Minghao was going out with his sword in battle, and the autumn air behind him was mighty.

The cold knife marks cut off everything.

The blood suddenly pulled out an equally sad and beautiful line in the air. This knife had been accumulated in the darkness and silence for an unknown period of time. When it was unsheathed, it still had such a quiet and cold mark, but when it hit the target, the waves suddenly disappeared in an instant. It spread more than ten feet.

The fog dispersed and the rain cleared, and the night sky became clear.

After the bloody marks on Dao Lan, Xiang Minghao suddenly fell into the wet street. The blood instantly spread into a small pool on the ground. He slowly raised his body with his sword, his face was still cold, but his paleness could no longer be concealed.

Above the night sky, the left hand of the black robe was clasped, and the right hand gently twisted the wrist, crossing the long knife with the ink handle and the snow blade in the hand. The face was wet under the hood, and the complicated colorful patterns were flashing past.

This appearance is called [Sima].

He leaned forward and stared at the people on the street. The coldness on the knife became strong again. The drizzle fell on it, and a thin layer of frost formed in an instant.

There was only a moment's pause, and the silhouette of the sword and robe swooped down again, with a determined murderous intent that gripped the heart and lungs.

Xiang Minghao just managed to straighten up his body. He raised his sword in front of him, and raindrops and fallen leaves rose up one after another, forming a wall of air.

But before the two parties could fight, a dazzling sword light suddenly shot through the air. Anzang was out of formation in an instant, and the mighty sword intent came straight towards the black robe.

The scene in the black robe turned away, and the expressionless picture looked more like an owl's face. He did not dodge or dodge. When the sword light was approaching, he suddenly turned his wrist, and the cold blade slid like a fish on the surface of the sword. An Zang's fundamental Before he could realize what happened, the black robe flashed past his eyes.

All the mighty sword light fell into the air.

Incredible sword skills!

But almost at the same time, Wudong's cold and angry face forced him up. Even outside the Yunsuo Zhulou, even when facing a grandmaster in the Yeque realm, he still chose to fight dangerously without hesitation.

Wudong Man rushed in front of him first, and then the sword light suddenly appeared from under Fei Dang's clothes.

Hejian's style was once again completely different from Sifeng's. It wasn't the big sect's well-organized and amazing swordsmanship and mysticism that could be broken and evaded. The light of this sword is like a tarsal maggot or a snake that wraps its neck. With one move, there is a continuous bloody blade shadow behind it.

The black robe leaned to one side, and the knife in his hand was first used to block him, and a line of splattered blood was drawn up from his waist.

There was no reaction, as if it was the body of a puppet. Wudong succeeded with a sword, and his true energy suddenly twisted like a blizzard. But a moment earlier, the left hand of the black robe had already been pressed forward to meet him.

Wudong had actually noticed that there seemed to be something hidden in the hand, but when he was ready to face any magical weapon, he was really facing it empty-handed.

With only one index finger stretched out, he calmly and quickly completed several sketches in front of the sword light air blade in the night sky.

The black robe pressed towards the tip of the sword, and the long sword without holes suddenly flew away.

As if a period of time was cut out of thin air, the violent sword light energy was suddenly behind the black robe.

In a small space, the cold face and the drama are close to each other. Wu Dong's pupils shrank suddenly. Mysterious Formation!

Moreover, he waved his hands to draw a mysterious figure and formed a formation in the air!

While his sword skills are close to those of a god, he is also a master of the Formation Dao Transformation Realm!

Lengrun's scene was strange and cold. Wudong immediately hooked his little finger, and [Jade Tiger] came back. But just as he raised his arms, the opponent's left hand that had just been outlined was already in front of him.

The five fingers were tightly clenched, clenched into a fist, full of profound energy, and punched straight down without any holes.

Then there was no longer any barrier, the black robe broke through the rain curtain, and was already in front of Han Shi.

At this time, it was the second time the sword was drawn.

One knife caused a stir.

After passing two outstanding masters, the momentum on the sword was not released at all. The rain mirror leaf screen in front of Xiang Minghao was instantly shattered, and in the midst of the explosion, a ray of Xiao Ran's sword light broke out first.

Xiang Minghao's face is white, his clothes are red, and his sword is bright. The rain and leaves that were scattered around the sword were blown apart by the sword, and were stirred by invisible power, blooming around the sword into a lotus with a diameter of more than ten feet.

Lian Xin fired a sword.

The sword held the rain leaf, and the power of the lotus spin returned to the sword body. In the state of serious injury, the man forcibly borrowed the opponent's majestic sword force to breathe for himself.

But it suddenly shattered the next moment.

There was no expression on the scene, and the body under the robe seemed to be a puppet. The man in black robe could definitely break the sword, but he allowed it to suddenly penetrate his body.

No one can take this breath.

Swapping a sword for a sword, this sword injury was definitely not something that could be ignored, but the sword light was more intense. The foundation of strength that Xiang Minghao had just sorted out was shattered in an instant. The street was thirty feet long, and this sword cut him directly to the end.

Blood and bones flew into the air.

The black robe stepped on the ground again, but at this moment, a sword light broke through the rain curtain.

Of course it was very fast, but among the moves just now, it was the slowest. But its timing couldn't be better, like an experienced and patient killer who finally waited for a gap where he could draw his sword.

An extremely straight, bright, and violent sword light!

From the hands of an old man whose life is dying.

"Yellow Jade"·[Pull out the sunshine feathers]

Anzang, who was flying over, couldn't help but be surprised - they had never made preparations for this old man to take action, especially now that they were not even facing the second level of Xuanmen, but the real Grandmaster of "Ye Que" , in such a confrontation, his and Wudong's lives only lasted for an instant.

Most people regard Xuanmen as the peak of martial arts and a master. However, only by truly walking in this realm can one realize the vastness of it - the gap between "缁衣" and "谒que", and sometimes even The gap between one life and seven lives is even greater.

The damage done by the former to the latter only exists in theory.

But no one can deny that this sword actually has an effect now.

Attacking from the side, the black robe's long sword moved forward with killing intent. This sword was driven back with the same violence. Everyone could see that the black robe could easily break this sword, but he had to stop. The sword moved forward like thunder.

The cold scene turned towards the old man, but the eyes returned to him were equally cold. At this moment, the human will and the sword intention were almost one - they must have been carried out to the end.

Anzang fell from a high altitude with his sword in hand. After a sword-to-sword encounter, he temporarily gave up the sword fighting method. He made a hand on his chest and stared at the black robe below with his brows raised.

The moment he turns around to pick up Li Weirujian, the mysterious technique of "The Record of Jade in the West Sea" will come immediately.

On the other side, Wudong, who had been hurt the most, just stood up and stared at him, but he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood first.

But there is no stagnation.

On the long street, the black robe was still flying straight like a black dragon. The scene returned to normal. Just before he bumped into Li Weiru, he expressionlessly pushed out his palm towards the old man.

The rain curtain suddenly cleared.

In the blazing expansion, bright flames emerged from the void, and a huge fire lotus bloomed on the long street.

It’s not magic, it’s not mystical scripture, it’s the art of true energy!

【Fairy Fire】

The true energy of the two hundred and fifty-six meridians poured out, and the exploding heat wave was like hell, drowning the old man's figure in an instant.

But in this obstruction, Li Weiru still did not retreat. He was knocked out of the fire curtain with his hair and beard all ablaze, but his sword only slowed down for a moment, and the black robe's sword light had passed.

He punched through the rain and silently hit the tip of the old man's sword. The profound disparity suddenly emerged, like a river colliding with a stream. The blood exploded from the old man's body in an instant. Li Wei crashed into the manor like a dead leaf in the wind, using his sword He stood up tremblingly.

Outside the court, Anzang's low shouts resounded throughout the night sky, and the mysterious energy suddenly became violent, as if it was being torn apart, and the black robe was at the center of it all.

"Records of Jade in the West Sea"·[Jie Yu]

The wind sword and the frost knife, Peng Luan Jie Yu.

This was the absolute most serious injury. Blood marks exploded on the protagonist's body and his black robe was soaked in an instant. The scriptures mastered by Tianshan Sifeng were the most powerful means in this battle.

Wudong still didn't apply the Mysterious Sutra. Even though he was seriously injured, he still raised his sword again without any pause.

Without him, Xuan Shu would not be enough to stop him.

The profound energy in his body exploded like a knife, but amid the bloodstains all over his body, the black robe still stabbed straight through with the knife, and the rain curtain that the black robe suddenly broke away did not skew at all.

Wudong stepped forward with his sword. This sword actually washed away the viciousness and became as majestic and straight as An Zang.

So the same scene as the first time he faced Anzang's sword light appeared here again. Even though the sword contained such majestic power, the black robe still slid past it with an extremely light touch. This kind of impact made people feel uncomfortable. It was so easy, and between the two forces to refute, the two of them passed each other one after the other.

But for Wudong, the impact itself is the goal.

The swords met, and the killing intent returned.

[Jade Tiger] twisted his wrist, Wudong gritted his teeth and prepared to twist Peiran's repulsive force, but the sword in his hand softened again and fell into the empty space without any force.

Behind him, the man in black robe gently wiped the long knife with his fingers, and the mysterious energy lock left by [Jade Tiger] was silently eliminated.

It's like a child's toy.

Master of Qi Tao.

The paintings on his face looked increasingly eerie and unpredictable, and the black robe climbed up in front of Xiang Minghao expressionlessly.

The sword is sharp and sharp.

This Han Shi was now completely transformed into a first-blood human, with only his skin showing a miserable white color.

He was caught off guard and suffered the most violent ambush in Xianrentai Tianshan, and then suffered the most sincere target from such a grandmaster. He was not allowed to take revenge even once, just because no one would doubt the consequences of his true actions.

But now, there is really no retreat.

Xiang Minghao pressed his bleeding fingers to the ground and looked back at the man in the air with his cold eyes.

Searching up and down is no longer possible, so we can only search within the body.

The muscles and bones of the spiritual body melted into the mysterious energy slowly melted and dismantled, and a breath of real, full, and no longer half-dead energy finally came up.

He took a deep breath and coughed up a mouthful of blood on the ground. All around him, thousands of feet of rain suddenly stopped.

Suddenly it rolled back upwards.

After leaving Yunsuo Zhulou and regaining control of his majestic profound energy, [Han Shi] Xiang Minghao finally showed his due majesty. In such a majestic world, the world seemed to be turned upside down.

The mighty power of heaven hit the black robe in an instant, the robe swayed like the wind, and the blood mist exploded.

This was the first time that the two top Xuanmen faced each other head-on. The long sword in the black robe's hand changed its direction for the first time.

In the impact of the power of heaven and earth, this long knife, which was almost overwhelmed, drew a mysterious arc.

No one can understand this scene, the hundreds of feet of night rain and the mighty autumn air. They almost represent the entire world. The reason why Xiang Minghao spreads his voice to Xuanmen is precisely because he has mastered such majestic power of nature.

But with one knife, they were all drawn into the arc.

It seems to be a huge mouth of something, and the entire world of Baizhang can only be swallowed in one bite in front of this thing.

The black robe seemed to reveal his emotions for the first time. Under the heavy pressure of blood and bone tremors, the lower edge of the scene also "clicked" and cracked an arc, like a ghostly smile.

The arc ends and the world becomes clear.

A cold knife mark flashed past, and Xiang Minghao's already shattered body suddenly broke. His left shoulder and arm were left on the street. The broken body crashed into the manor without knowing whether it was alive or dead, and there was no more movement.

The third time the knife was drawn.

The black robe slowly put away the knife and turned around, and the bloody wounds on his body were now closed inch by inch.

The scene that made people tremble in their hearts looked at the remaining three people in the field.

Just now, under the all-out attack of the three masters, he forcefully killed Xiang Minghao, [Han Shi] of the Sun-Eating Society, without missing a beat or taking a step back. If anything, the three of them had done something to him in the process. If it hurt, it was just because his eyes never left this dangerous enemy.

He was indeed seriously injured, but now there is only one "Ye Que" here.