Ding Xiaoyi's aura was all over his body, his life aura was blocked, and he perfectly blended his figure into the thick leaves.
Then, three figures flew through the air, and those three figures turned into divine light and shot out from a distance.
They brought only a faint sound of breaking through the air, and shuttled through this primeval forest with towering ancient trees like ghosts.
They were three middle-aged men from Jiange. They were wearing the clothes of Jiange elders. As soon as they entered the primeval forest, they broke into pieces and sneaked in.
There was no sound, not even the leaves of the towering trees stirred up. Ding Xiaoyi's consciousness was attached to every leaf, and the Yin and Yang Samsara Eyes stirred up a faint light, covering his whole body.
"Rustling", like the sound of wind blowing dead leaves, came to his ears, and he saw the three middle-aged men from Jiange spreading out on the dead leaves.
Every middle-aged man in the sword pavilion held his own sword tightly in his hand, with sharp murderous intent in their eyes, and the sword intent around them was even more violent.
The clothes worn by these three middle-aged men were a little different from the ordinary Jiange clothes. Ding Xiaoyi felt that they carried a fierce murderous intention and an evil aura.
These three middle-aged men from Jiange were very strong, at least at the level of the Super-grade Xiaoyao Realm. Three strong men from the Super-grade Xiaoyao Realm were dispatched at once, and Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
His consciousness flowed like a tide toward the nearby towering ancient trees. He also directed his consciousness toward the three middle-aged sword pavilion elders, fearing that the three vigilant sword pavilion elders would soon discover where he was hiding.
at.
The samsara eyes of yin and yang shrouded his figure, and his spiritual consciousness could not detect any clues. At this time, there was silence in the primeval forest.
Only the three middle-aged Jiange elders stepped on the dead leaves and made a rustling sound, which was like a breeze blowing by.
It was not as dark as the sky in this dense forest, there were groups of black shadows everywhere covering the ground.
A middle-aged figure appeared under the ancient tree where Ding Xiaoyi was hiding. He raised the sword in his hand and looked around warily.
Ding Xiaoyi's expression was stern, and the aura around him was immediately shielded. He was perfectly integrated with the ancient tree like a black shadow of leaves.
And the blood around him began to flow faster, and this feeling seemed to have returned to many years ago.
Hunters often hunt in the form of prey. Ding Xiaoyi is the prey now, and he is also the hunter at the same time.
The aura around him was shielded, and he was hidden in the leaves like a black shadow. The middle-aged sword pavilion elder raised his sword and looked around warily, then looked up at the tree suspiciously.
Ding Xiaoyi is very confident in his concealment. He is born to be an excellent hunter. In hunting and counter-hunting, he always appears in unexpected ways. This time, in the hunting and counter-hunting, it seems that there is another hook.
He aroused the most bloodthirsty fighting spirit hidden in his blood.
The middle-aged man was still holding a sound transmission stone tightly in his left hand, and the other two middle-aged men had already scattered away from him.
Ding Xiaoyi reached out with his right hand, and an evil-looking dagger appeared in his palm. His body slid down quietly like a gecko.
There was no sound, and no breath was released. Attacking and counter-attacking were courses he must learn, especially in this dense primeval forest. He didn't know how many times he had experienced such sieges.
He has been recognized by his master, and he cannot fight back even in such an encirclement and suppression. So after so many years of experience, it can be said that his cultivation has reached that of a dog.
A faint aura emerged from the branch, and the middle-aged sword pavilion elder's expression changed. The long sword in his hand stirred up a rainbow-like sword light, and the sword light disappeared into the dense forest.
among the leaves.
"Hiss...", the frightening rainbow passed by, and countless leaves turned into powder and fell one after another. The middle-aged man stood on a tree trunk, and he watched the leaves on the trunk turn into powder.
At this time, the towering ancient tree had already been broken into pieces by the terrifying rainbow-like sword light. The entire ancient tree was riddled with holes, and its vitality was cut off in that instant.
The middle-aged man was very confident in his sword. Even a strong man from the land of gods would avoid the sharp edge of this sword.
And the task he received was just to kill a young man in the super-grade Destiny Realm, and he didn't take it lightly. He would go all out when the sword came out.
The branches turned into powder and swayed down. The vitality of this ancient tree was cut off by this sword in that moment.
The trunk of the tree is riddled with holes, and the sword energy has not dissipated yet.
With a "click", he heard the sound of the tree trunk being cut off, and the power of the sword completely cut an ancient tree like a giant cap into a pile of powder.
Only a bare trunk was left of this ancient tree, and all the leaves and branches turned into powder under the power of the sword.
The middle-aged man did not see the scene in his imagination appear, and his expression changed slightly.
The tree trunk under his feet could not bear the force of his step.
It broke open with a "click". He was about to retract his body and rise up, when a ray of light burst out like a poisonous snake and stabbed towards his lower back.
A figure leaned out from behind the tree trunk, and Ding Xiaoyi's aura merged with the tree trunk.
When the middle-aged man struck out with the sword, the sword energy around him turned into a protective sword energy to protect him. Even so, he also suffered a big impact, but the power of the sword also made him
Accident.
But he still resisted the sword in the end. His body clung to the tree trunk like a gecko, and then he seized an opportunity, and the innocent dagger in his hand turned into a poisonous snake and stabbed the middle-aged sword pavilion elder.
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The middle-aged elder of Jiange didn't expect Ding Xiaoyi to be so bold. He stabbed with his backhand, but his sword hit nothing.
The sword penetrated through the dark sky, and Ding Xiaoyi fell behind him through an extremely weird and tricky corner.
The dagger in his hand stabbed hard into his lower back.
With a "pop" sound, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was heard, and the middle-aged elder of Jiange trembled all over. His vitality and cultivation essence rushed towards the sharp weapon piercing his lower back like a river.
At this moment, the expression of the middle-aged elder of Jiange changed again and again, and he wanted to shout. However, he found that his vitality and cultivation essence had plummeted, and he was instantly swallowed up by the weird and evil weapon.
The middle-aged man's body quickly shriveled up. Ding Xiaoyi grabbed it with his left hand and lifted the middle-aged man's quickly shriveled up body into his hand.
Then, a ray of light shot out from the middle-aged man's head. Ding Xiaoyi seemed not to have expected it, and saw the Yin-Yang Samsara Eyes that appeared in front of his eyes stirred up a faint light, and the light shot towards the middle-aged man's head.
The soul shrouded down.
The middle-aged man's soul was silently swallowed by the Yin-Yang Samsara Eye. Ding Xiaoyi used his left hand and threw the middle-aged man's long sword into his storage bag.
He searched the shriveled body for a while, but did not find any storage bags.
With a "crack" sound, the body of the middle-aged man Ding Xiaoyi held in his hand exploded like broken glass, and a burst of spiritual rain fell from the sky.
The light of the dagger in Ding Xiaoyi's hand flashed away, and his figure turned into a shadow and disappeared from the place.
Not long after Ding Xiaoyi left, the two middle-aged elders of Jiange appeared under the dead tree that had been cut off by a sword.
Their expressions were extremely ugly. The powder falling from the trees said everything. The spiritual rain swayed down and turned into a divine rain that nourished all things, and all traces here were erased.
"The third child was killed by that kid. Who is that kid? Didn't he say that he was a young man in the Destiny Realm whose spiritual sea was destroyed? How did he kill the third child?" A middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice.
The middle-aged man on the side asked.
The middle-aged man surveyed the scene again, with a look of surprise on his face.
"He doesn't dare to confront us head-on. As long as we don't separate, he will definitely kill him." The older middle-aged elder of Jiange said to the elder who kept complaining.
At the same time, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised, and the aura around him soared, as if his cultivation was about to break through the shackles of the Happy Realm.
The two of them turned into a blur of shadow and disappeared on the spot, only the spiritual rain was still waving.
With a "click", the ancient tree broke apart, and then a burst of sword energy rose into the sky. A figure jumped out of the ancient tree like a wolf, and two figures appeared again like ghosts...