The reason why I was not sure before was that Qingjiao had already reached the Heaven-melting realm, and Xu Zimo was only so young.
At this age, reaching the Fusion Heaven Realm, at least the Holy Son of the Holy Sect cannot do it, and he is probably only at the level of the Divine Son of the Eternal Divine Sect.
"Master Lin, I wonder what state Master Ling has reached," Mu Changge asked with a smile.
"I don't know about this," Lin Beisheng hesitated for a while and finally said.
"I basically don't care about his usual training."
"It's just hidden clumsiness, how can it be compared to the emperor's son of our Nine Meridians?" Qi Hai, the master of Jingxiao Peak, chuckled disdainfully.
"It's just sensationalizing."
"Master Qi, don't underestimate others, I think he is pretty good," Mu Changge said with a smile.
"Elder Mu, it's not that I look down on him. If he meets Ye'er, he will definitely let him know what a true genius is," Qi Hai said proudly from the side.
"Let's continue watching," Mu Changge said.
……………
After leaving the Demonic Mist Forest, Xue Qingming and others headed north with Xu Zimo.
After running for about half an hour, I saw a few figures walking leisurely not far ahead.
"Senior Brother Shen Lang, how should we find the token?" asked a disciple next to him.
"What's the rush? There are some things that you can't find even if you look for them deliberately.
Except for the emperor's son of Jiumai, we can grab the tokens from others," Shen Lang said calmly.
He was wearing a yellow robe, with a scimitar hanging on his waist, and his long hair in front of his forehead was gently blowing in the wind.
"Senior brother, it seems that someone is chasing us," at this time, the disciple next to him also discovered the traces of Xu Zimo and his group.
Shen Lang frowned slightly and looked at the group of people behind him.
When he saw Xu Zimo, a smile appeared on his lips, "It's true that enemies never get together."
"Senior Brother Shen, it seems that Xue Qingming and the others were tricked by us just now. Are they coming to settle the score?" A disciple next to him said with a smile.
"Then give it a try, their Taixiao Peak disciples are just a bunch of trash," another disciple answered.
When Xu Zimo and his group approached, a famous disciple from Bixiao Peak raised his eyebrows, stood up and said with a smile, "Hey, aren't these the few from Taixiao Peak? Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Shen Lang, you tricked us into entering the Demonic Mist Forest. How do you settle the score?" Xue Qingming glared angrily and said.
"How do you want to calculate it?" Shen Lang chuckled and pulled out the scimitar from his waist.
With a "clang" sound, the sword intent surrounded him and passed across his body.
"Do you want to die?" Xu Zimo looked at Shen Lang and said lightly.
"Death? It's up to you?" Shen Lang snorted coldly and said lightly, "I haven't settled the accounts with you about Qing'er yet."
"Don't worry, you will die. When I leave the ruins and go outside, I will ask her to accompany you soon," Xu Zimo said lightly.
"You are not ashamed to speak loudly," Shen Lang shouted softly, and the spiritual energy around him exploded. The sword energy condensed directly on the scimitar and slashed towards Xu Zimo.
"You should stay here and sleep forever."
When the sword energy fell, the disciples around Bixiao Peak were all gloating about the misfortune.
Xue Qingming and others had solemn expressions on their faces. It could be seen that Shen Lang did not hold back at all with this knife, and directly tried his best to kill Xu Zimo.
After all, he also knew that if he couldn't kill him in one blow, Xu Zimo would run away directly because he had the space token.
Seeing the sword fall, Xu Zimo did not dodge and let the sword strike him.
There was a "bang", and the bloody sword in everyone's eyes did not happen.
Instead, the machete seemed to have struck the steel and broke directly into two halves.
"This," Shen Lang looked at the knife handle in his hand in shock, and his whole body froze on the spot.
"Is it fun?" Xu Zimo said lightly.
"What are you doing?" Shen Lang reacted instantly and quickly retreated back.
"It seems that you have practiced some physical training, but you know that you are useless and cannot practice spiritual energy."
"Do you really think so?" Xu Zimo chuckled.
"Pretending" Shen Lang snorted coldly and threw the knife handle aside.
The sword intent around him was condensing crazily, and these sword intent merged with the aura, gradually becoming apparent in the sky.
Condensed into a small bloody scimitar.
This scimitar devours blood, as if it contains extremely powerful killing power and stands out from the sea of blood in purgatory.
"This is Bixiaofeng's pulse-suppressing technique, Shura Sword," Xue Qingming said with slightly narrowed eyes.
"This Shen Lang is truly worthy of being the best swordsman in Bixiao. He can be proud of being able to master the Shura Sword at such an age."
"Isn't Senior Brother Lin very dangerous?" A disciple asked worriedly.
"Looking down, I can't see through Senior Brother Lin," Xue Qingming shook his head lightly.
The Shura knife condensed on Xu Zimo's head, forming a whirlpool of spiritual energy. The whirlpool absorbed the spiritual energy from the sky like a rolling cloud.
"My sword not only attacks, but also targets the soul. How can you block it?" Xue Qingming shouted angrily and threw the Shura sword away.
"Do I need to block it?" Xu Zimo raised his head slightly and said calmly.
When the scimitar came with endless violence, as if it was coming from the bloody hell,
Xu Zimo slowly stretched out his right hand, pinched his middle finger and index finger lightly, and directly clamped the Shura Knife on his fingertips.
The Shura knife was surging with rage, trying to tear Xu Zimo's fingers apart.
"Enough of children's fighting," Xu Zimo chuckled.
With a flick of his right hand, he threw the Shura knife towards Shen Lang.
Shen Lang looked shocked and took out the space token and crushed it into pieces.
A force of space instantly surrounded him, trying to pull him away from the ruins.
"Just wait, Lin Qiu, this time the matter is not over yet," he yelled viciously.
"You can escape," Xu Zimo waved his hands and saw that the surrounding space was completely condensed.
After the space was condensed, the power of space surrounding Shen Lang was also dissipated.
"What's going on?" Shen Lang looked at himself in horror, seeing the Shura Sword getting closer and closer to him.
At this moment, not only Shen Lang, but also the peak master of the Nine Meridians outside the ruins was stunned.
"How could this happen? Shen Lang has already crushed the space token," Wang Yuntian shouted.
"Is there something wrong with the token?"
Because everyone can only see through the picture, many things cannot be seen very clearly.
"What tricks does this kid do?" Elder Qin snorted coldly.
He said, "If he can come out alive, just call him and ask."
Mu Changge on the side did not speak, but only he knew that there would be no problem with the space token.
The only explanation is that there was something wrong with the space force that brought Shen Lang out.
………
The Shura sword was very fast, just like a white horse passing through the gap, it disappeared in a blink of an eye, and directly killed Shen Lang.
