After Zong Shou's words fell, the dense forest immediately became more solemn and solemn, and a chilly aura filled the air everywhere.
Li Yunniang couldn't help but shrink her pupils, and Lian Fan couldn't help but be slightly distracted.
When Li Xieling heard this, he burst into laughter: "What a life and death battle! I am confident that I can defeat you now, but I may not be able to take your life. On the contrary, the prince is full of confidence and will definitely kill me here.
It doesn't matter if you get killed! Then you and I will fight to the death here!"
Zong Shou's eyes were cold and he didn't answer. He only used his mind to control the black wave sword, hovering and looking at his side. He flicked his robe sleeves, making the sword cover silently.
silver.
In just one breath, Xiao Jin's body had completely wrapped up this spiritual weapon, making the sword even stronger and sharper, and even more agile.
The inner feelings in his heart were gradually suppressed, and only the pure murderous intention remained. He had always been a person who liked to burn harp and cook cranes, and he didn't like to show sympathy to each other, let alone have any emotions such as the loneliness of a master.
I have always believed that the best enemy should be lying in the mud, unable to speak. If the opponent can still walk, then try your best to kill him with a sword and send him to the grave with your own hands!
Especially a madman like Li Xieling would not allow the other party to leave his eyes alive!
In a space of less than thirty feet, it was as if there were two equally matched thoughts clashing.
Zong Shou stepped on the treetop, and his body swayed erratically as the branches swayed. When the Yuan-Swallowing Technique was activated, the tree under him withered quickly. Countless dead leaves were devoid of any vitality, and they fell one after another.
It gradually spread, and all the vegetation within ten feet around it turned gray and yellow.
The Thunder Tooth Sword in his hand actually had a hint of sword aura coming out, and its aura was rising step by step. Looking down, it was like a king looking down at all living things.
Li Xieling's expression became more and more calm moment by moment, and he was also boiling with murderous intent. His aura became sharper and sharper every moment, and his cheeks became more flushed. However, he remained stationary from beginning to end and did not make any move for a long time.
Li Yunniang only felt her heart tightening, knowing that although the two of them had not really fought at this moment, they were even more dangerous. With the power of martial arts, they tried their best to attack and defend in the confrontation, increasing their chances of winning.
What frightened her the most was that Li Xieling, who had been famous for many years and was famous for his "One Hundred Thousand Blood Kills", which made people change their minds when he heard about it, could not gain the slightest advantage at this moment. On the contrary, he was vaguely being held high in the treetops.
Zong Shou above, faintly suppressed!
At this moment, Li Yuniang's mood was extremely complicated. If Li Xieling was better than this person's temperament, neither she nor Lian Fan would be able to survive. But she didn't want to see this Zong Shou, who really had the strength to kill Li Xieling.
, at that time, it is estimated that it will be difficult for me to survive as well.
While he was secretly struggling, Li Xieling's figure suddenly swept back. Instead of advancing, he retreated, like an invisible red shadow, flying to the side of a carriage. He swung the bloody sword in his hand, and a bloody sword light was fired several feet long.
, directly smashing off all the wind-riding horses around him that were caught off guard, including their heads and necks.
Li Xieling's killing sword power surged with blood and took advantage of the situation to increase to the extreme. But there was a hint of surprise in his eyebrows. The Zong Shou on the treetop did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, and still held the sword in his hand.
The sword stood coldly in the distance.
After being stunned for just a moment, Li Xieling didn't hesitate at all. He soared into the sky again. The blood-colored sword light narrowed and swelled. With lightning speed, it passed through a space of tens of feet and hit the treetops.
And go.
Just halfway through, the two wrists exploded again, and countless blood wrapped around the sword. The four-foot-long bloody sword energy suddenly increased to seven-foot-long!
The aura is bloody and powerful, as if this sword can kill all living creatures!
Aroused by the power of the sword, Zong Shou's eyelids twitched unconsciously. The next moment, he steadied his breathing and regained his composure. Apart from the excitement of fighting a fierce enemy, he was not at all excited at this moment.
The mind is like a bright mirror, reflecting the world without wavering.
Everything in front of him seemed to have stopped suddenly, and all of Li Xieling's sword moves and all possible changes were reflected in his heart.
The moment the bloody sword energy struck four feet in front of him, Zong Shou suddenly let out a loud shout.
"Out of body, kill!"
At the forehead! A ball of yin energy immediately rushed up. Following the trend, he took the black wave sword and swung it straight down.
There are no changes like clouds and fog, only extreme strength, sharpness and swiftness!
Before he even got close, he could feel the fierce sword energy that was just a residual force that dispersed his soul, as well as the incomparably powerful energy and blood of the innate warrior.
Zong Shou sneered slightly in his consciousness, and the countless tree essences he had just swallowed immediately poured out to protect his surroundings.
This sword! He also used all his strength, and the sword's power was equally powerful. It cut off the escape route, and there was no turning back!
"Keng!"
Purple thunder flashed, wrapped around the silver sword body and struck straight down. It crashed into the blood shadow. It was intertwined with the bloody sword light and stirred. From time to time, it struck out, leaving mysterious trajectories, which seemed to be all-pervasive and continuous.
Stab into the depths of the bloody sword light.
The two swords struck several times in an instant, and they were entangled. In one breath, the branches and vegetation within thirty feet were cut and smashed. There were also more than ten deep sword marks in the mud below.
Countless cold sweat broke out on Li Xieling's forehead, and he felt that with every sword strike, part of the condensed energy on the sword seemed to be forcibly sucked away.
Zong Shou's soul, illuminated by the rising sun, became more and more secretive.
After just a few breaths, two sword shadows, one purple and one red, appeared in the sky, showing signs of decline and becoming unsustainable.
Li Yunniang looked relaxed and frustrated. She knew that today's battle between the two would probably end in a draw. But at least this life could be saved successfully.
However, although this sect guard did not kill Li Xieling, his record of killing hundreds of thousands of people with his soul and forcing them to retreat can be said to be unique in this east-facing Yunlu.
The genius spiritual master!
Sure enough, only a moment later, Li Xieling's bloody sword shadow had reached its peak, and there was no room for change. With a slightly regretful "Hey," the sword light suddenly rose again, but the figure decisively drifted back.
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The purple lightning flashing around Zong Shou's soul was also disappearing. Under the sunlight, the entire group of ghosts seemed to dissipate and melt.
Within the soul, I also felt a burning sensation, as if it was burning.
However, his thoughts were still as cold as a blade, and his murderous intent remained undiminished and resolute. Just when Li Xieling's figure had just withdrawn from Zhang Xu, Zong Shou's soul suddenly rose again.
With this sword of life and death, what he was waiting for was when the two of them could no longer survive!
"cut!"
Within the Soul Sea, the few True Spirit Barriers that had just been condensed suddenly burned and turned into traces of pure soul power, which merged into the dry Soul Sea vortex.
The silver sword shadow also suddenly vibrated. Following an extremely mysterious and indescribable trajectory, it glided towards Li Xieling's disbelieving eyes. Swirling around, an extremely young head appeared.
Soar into the air and fall to the ground!
The blood surged and fell like rain, dyeing the entire grassland blood red.
Li Yuniang below was completely stunned, and her chest was shaking again. Could it be that this Zong Shou didn't want to live anymore? He was clearly in danger, but he still thought about killing people? He was not afraid that his soul would be destroyed and he would not be able to return.
Your own body?
Then another extremely deep feeling of unreality came to my mind.
Li Xieling, the Li Xieling who killed Li Xieling with 100,000 blood, died like this? Zong Shou, who was thirteen years old and everyone thought he had a body with two veins and was unable to practice, was decapitated by a sword wielded by Yuanhun?
Lian Fan was completely stunned, with a confused look on his face, and turned around to look in front of him.
Zong Shou's soul was so weak that it was about to disintegrate. But after killing Li Xieling, the purple thunder appeared again, unscathed under the sunlight.
In a flash, he had returned to the body that had fallen under the tree and was being held by the giant bear's hands.
There was an immediate burst of severe pain in his head, and Zong Shou barely managed to hold on. Behind his face, he pinched a spell with his right hand and put the demon-eyed silver bear back into his sleeve.
But when his spiritual thoughts dispersed again, he was suddenly startled.
"Strange, that person just now disappeared without a trace. He left so quickly!"
The powerful aura that had arrived so quickly and should have been less than three miles away had disappeared without a trace. There was no trace of it in the spiritual sense.
It came suddenly and it left suddenly.
Zong Shou was slightly confused, frowned and pondered for a moment. Then he shook his head and walked to Li Xieling's body.
The head's eyes were still wide open, staring forward angrily, as if they were determined to die.
But the breath of life has completely disappeared.
"A hundred thousand blood kills, killing his wife and mother. This guy's killing skills are truly amazing! He is so strong that no one under the Wuzong can rival him!"
Zong Shou sighed slightly, feeling strange in his heart that with this person's swordsmanship and the killing swordsmanship, it only took five or six years to break through to the realm of heaven. After catching up with the mortal years, the era when the spiritual tide was rising, and then one day
It is possible to soar into the sky and enter the immortal martial arts.
Why is it unknown in later generations? Never heard of it?
However, the danger just now was really extreme. The victory or defeat just now was only a thin line between Li Xieling and Li Xieling. It was only a small difference that almost caused him to be defeated and killed.
That day in the Blood Valley, he also fought with all his strength. But he didn't even bother to ask for the name of that innate martial artist. It was far from the threat that Li Xieling posed to him.
The moment he killed this man, Zong Shou felt that his mastery of the way of the sword seemed to have become clearer.
The level of this battle was actually far lower than his original level. But it was evenly matched, and evenly matched opponents missed kills. The outcome of life and death depended on a single sword strike.
Just that moment of tempering his mind was worth nearly a year of mental cultivation.