Zhao Zichen looked cold, looked at Qin Hao, and said coldly: "It's useless to talk too much, I will use your head to pay homage to my sister's spirit in heaven today."

As he said that, he stepped on his feet, and his murderous aura was condensed, and a fist blow came out of the air and went straight to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao only felt that a white shadow flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, Binghan felt that it had enlarged from his chest, and there was a muffled sound, like a boulder hitting him. He took many steps, swayed, his face was extremely pale.

Zhao Zichen closed his fists and stood at Qin Hao's position just now, his eyes full of killing intent glanced at Qin Hao again, wanting to take advantage of the situation to pursue, he was full of spiritual energy, and faint ice shards lingered around him, and the intersection turned into a dense array of arrows. Swish, swish, like ten thousand arrows, shooting towards Qin Hao, the speed is so fast that people can't catch any traces, only the sound of breaking through the air can be heard whizzing past.

"You sneak attack, despicable." Qin Hao wiped the blood from his mouth, feeling that his internal organs were about to crack, and he was furious at the sneak attack of the man in white. He was stronger than himself and fought a fair fight. No, you have to do this despicable method.

Of course, this thought was only fleeting, Qin Hao was tense all over, waiting for Zhao Zichen's attack method, and at the same time he pulled out the black long knife from his waist, clenched his hands tightly, and his eyes gradually showed a blood red meaning.

The mad attack technique can temporarily improve his strength for a short period of time, and the five senses of pain are reduced during this time. The first secret technique that Ji Jiu passed on to him is still very useful to Qin Hao today.

I saw the bloodthirsty gushing out of his long sword, which formed a faint **** suffocation. This is the bone and blood of the people Qin Hao killed during this period of time. Most warriors do not want to be stained .

The arrows turned by the ice shavings shot swish, Qin Hao swung the knife, turned it into a circle, and the layers of knife shadows were superimposed and gathered into a huge knife light. The next moment, the knife light was flat and cut out. , the blood-red light suddenly flourished.

The two collided from the air, and the roaring sound continued like firecrackers. The white and blood red were intertwined, and the surrounding area became a strange pink. The ice debris fell, forming a thick layer on the ground. Jian Bing and the rest of the warriors all retreated when they saw this, all kinds of emotions flashed in their eyes, but none of them stepped forward to intervene.

With all his strength, he finally blocked this attack.

Qin Hao was panting and his face was even paler. At the same time, he was half-kneeling with a knife on the ground, as if he was exhausted. However, the killing intent in his eyes had not dissipated, and he seemed to want to raise the knife to fight again.

Zhao Zichen was obviously a little surprised. He clenched his right hand into a fist, and the icy light appeared again. It was not difficult for him to see that Qin Hao had just entered the spiritual realm and was in the spiritual stage. And he himself is in the burning spirit stage of the spirit realm. There is a big difference between the two. Qin Hao blocked this hateful blow, one can imagine how terrifying it is.

If this son is not killed, it will definitely become a serious problem.

At this moment, a strong aura suddenly rose from the mountain behind Huanyan Jianzong, rising into the sky, like bamboo shoots after a rain, an endless stream of vitality emerged.

Everyone seemed to see a tender grass growing through the ground, with thin leaves stretched out, and it was full of vitality, as if it was reborn.

In the crowd brought by Zhao Zichen, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed and he swept towards the back mountain. It was immediately clear that someone had been promoted to the Soul Palace realm.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, for getting a glimpse of the gate of eternal life." The middle-aged man smiled lightly, his voice was like thunder, and he rolled away, which directly caused the ears of many warriors on the field to sting, and his head seemed to explode, and the pain was incomparable.

The breath that was originally soaring into the sky now seemed to be strangled by someone's throat, and suddenly withered down. After a while, a thin old man flew out of the back mountain and landed on the square.

The old man was like an old farmer, still holding an unlit dry cigarette in his hand, standing in front of the crowd with his waist hunched over, and said with a dry smile: "Why are you all coming to my Huanyan Sword Sect? Sit down and drink a few sips of tea calmly, how do you feel?"

His eyes swept across the dead Huanyan Sword Sect disciples, and his brows jumped, but he still pretended not to see it. As for Qin Hao, he had long since ignored him. Offending such a powerful person would not be a pity to die. The most important thing is don't lose him, he has finally been promoted to the Soul Palace realm, and a good life is waiting for him.

"You don't need to drink tea. As for why, you have to ask this disciple of your sect?" The middle-aged man said lightly, his eyes immediately fell on Qin Hao, as if he wanted to see through it, "Cultivating the magic method, the mind is Impure, such a disciple, I think it's better for you not to."

When Qin Hao saw him, he instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His limbs were cold and cold, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat. Although the warm sun was shining, he could not feel any warmth.

"Yes, yes, that's right, how can such a disciple want, let the old man kill him now, and give you an explanation." The old man heard the words, and immediately smiled flatteringly, the wrinkles on the old face were scattered, Like a chrysanthemum. As he said that, a dazzling light group suddenly erupted on his dry palm, and the majestic and turbulent power directly stirred the robes of others. It is conceivable that Qin Hao's face lost any blood color in an instant.

"Senior, please be slow, I will personally repay this revenge, and you don't need to do anything." Zhao Zichen glanced at the old man lightly, and stopped him loudly. Qin Hao died so easily for a long time, it was really difficult to calm his killing intent.

"Okay, okay." The old man quickly put his hand away.

The woman in the flower dress in the crowd also felt blushing for what the old man did, pursed her lips, and suddenly shouted: "Grandpa, grandpa, come and save me, I'm Qing'er, I'm being attacked by this ugly woman. caught."

As soon as these words fell, the old man tried to pretend that he couldn't see it. He looked at the woman in the flower skirt, as if he had just discovered her, and he hurriedly said, "This is not my good granddaughter Qing'er, why are you here? Why are you still being arrested?"

He was also regretful at this time. At that time, he was afraid that he had lost his mind. He had to run out and put on a suit, but he didn't expect that there was a Soul Palace martial artist who was much stronger than him in the crowd. If he stayed in the cave at this time. , but not so good.

"Grandpa, grandpa, come and save me." The woman in the flower dress called out with joy on her face.

"Well, okay, grandpa is here to save you." The old man looked at the middle-aged man with some embarrassed eyes, as if waiting for him to signal. Although he said so himself, he didn't mean to act.

The middle-aged man was somewhat amused, looking at the old man for three full breaths with a half-smile, until the old man was sweating coldly on his forehead, and his expression became more and more frightened. Then he instructed the old woman, "Let her go."

"Yes, Master Wei." Although the old woman was unwilling, she didn't dare to say no. She could only grit her teeth and let go of the woman in the flower skirt~lightnovelpub.net~ At the same time, she untied the rope that tied her hands and hit her with a palm. Over her shoulder, pushed it out.

"I don't even know how to be lighter."

The woman rubbed her shoulders, gasped for air, turned her head and glared at the old woman, then ran towards the old man, grabbed his arm, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, long time no see, Qinger. really miss you."

"Hey, you girl, what's wrong with you?" The old man showed a pampering look at the right time, patted the woman's head, made her stick out her tongue playfully, rolled her eyes, and pouted her lips in dissatisfaction. .

"I didn't cause trouble. It was my father. He killed the third son of the Song family, and they went to arrest me." Back then, she fell in love with a poor scholar and was beaten by her father and killed the scholar. She was in a fit of rage. Saying something to sever the father-daughter relationship, he has been away from home for many years.

Hearing this, the old man frowned, looked around in confusion, and asked, "By the way, what about your father, as the sect master, why can't you even see a single figure, is it because you look for a place to seek revenge? hide."

Moreover, in a huge sect, there are only a few of these elders left, and the rest of them don't know what to say. Even these disciples have a strange smell. How can they look calmer than his supreme elder, as if they are not afraid of life and death.

"Heh, senior, Huanyan Sword Sect and Luoxia Sect fought and destroyed their sect. You probably have been in seclusion for too long, don't you know, Sect Master Chu must have been seriously injured and cultivated somewhere, we're afraid we won't be able to see it again." Bai Yi The man Zhao Zichen was not afraid of the old man, looked at him sarcastically, and said lightly: "Besides, the Huanyan Sword Sect colluded with the Demon Sect, slaughtered the seven cities, and killed the living beings, and has been classified as an enemy country by our Northern Border Empire. , I will send troops to attack.”

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