The palm force broke through the air and enveloped the space in all directions. Lu Qiuran knew that once he was trapped, he would not be able to escape like last time, and would no longer be entangled. He leaped his body and quickly retreated backwards.

Frowning, the Saint Qifeng did not chase after him. Seeing him stop, Lu Qiuran also stopped and continued to verbally.

"This is your own death, no one else's fault!"

The eyes flashed, and the saint of the Breaking Wind no longer controlled their strength. They grabbed with their hands, and two huge vortexes of air flow rushed towards them in a hurry.

In the twisting, the space collapsed, folded, and in the blink of an eye, a black hole with a diameter of about one meter appeared, like a hideous giant mouth, which wanted to swallow everything.

Knowing that the other party had used its strongest trick, Lu Qiuran's face changed slightly, and his arm swung his sword in his palm and flew towards the black hole.

Click!

The top-level immortal weapon collapsed instantly, and the huge impact force collided with the black hole, and the shock wave spread everywhere. The buildings and trees within a radius of hundreds of meters were swept away in an instant.

Fortunately, this is around Yaoshan and there are no people living there. Otherwise, I don’t know how many people will die just by this.

"You can obviously control this power..." Lu Qiuran clenched his silver teeth.

Although the power of the long sword and the black hole just now was very strong, Qifeng, as a saint, could definitely easily suppress the power as long as he was willing.

But he didn't do this, not only letting the power explode, but also adding fuel to the fire... In other words, this person did not take the life of an ordinary cultivator seriously.

All ants are under the saints... This is true. In the eyes of the saints, as long as they do not achieve the same level of cultivation, nothing will be considered.

"Even if something happens, it will be yours to kill me, what does it have to do with me!"

The saint of the wind sneered and stepped out again. At this moment, he had already arrived above Lu Qiuran. His palm flipped, and the power like the collapse of heaven and earth enveloped the latter.

This kind of power is hard for the saint to resist, not to mention that the quasi-saint, Lu Qiuran only felt a stiff body, like a lonely boat in a tide, unable to dodge or break free from it no matter what.

Just when she felt that she would die, a sword light suddenly appeared behind the Saint Jifeng.

At the beginning, it was only the size of a sesame seed, but it instantly turned into dazzling like a star.

"this……"

The pupils contracted, and the face of the saint Qifeng darkened.

The opponent's sword intent was filled with invincible power, crushing the soul. Even if he was a saint, he was directly hit, and he felt a little dizzy in his mind. He felt like a rabbit staring at by a hunter. He wanted to escape, but he could not do anything.

"Sword Saint Sword Way? Invincible Sword Intention?"

His face turned white.

Although he became a saint relatively late and had never seen the sword saint with his own eyes, many swordsmanship masters have seen them. The power contained in the sword light in front of him is not too strong, it is only the peak of the quasi-saint, but even he cannot compete with the sword intent.

It gives people a feeling of destroying the world, killing gods, and killing Buddhas. The souls nourished by the power of heaven and earth begin to be unable to bear it and tremble.

He didn't bother to kill Lu Qiuran, raised his left hand and the saint of the wind fell straight.

The entire arm on the right was instantly cut off, and his mind was controlled and he came towards the sword light.

The invincible sword intent returned after seeing blood. He couldn't resist it, so he could only use his arms to stop it.

Puchi!

The sword intent contacted the arm and stirred it gently, and the latter was immediately torn into powder. With this delay, the saint of Qifeng had already escaped from the lock of the sword intent and quickly moved towards Yaoshan.

Su Yin's eyes were solemn: "The hero is regretful... He is worthy of being a saint, ruthless enough!"

He comprehended the invincible sword intent, and with the help of Li Qiaofu's essence and blood, he could use the power of the sword saint's rule. He thought that under the sneak attack, the saint of the wind would be killed with one move. He never dreamed that he was so decisive that he could not resist it and immediately broke his arm to protect himself.

"Can you escape?"

Su Yin was not in a hurry, but instead snorted coldly, fitted and stabbed him again.

At this moment, he was like a hidden assassin. Once he was touched, he would be like the poison of the tarsal bones and would never die.

"court death!"

Just then, an angry roar rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a hot flame seemed to surge over the top of the Medicine Mountain, and it rushed over quickly. Before it could come in front of me, the huge breath made people's skin feel a little painful.

"It's another saint, he reacts so quickly..."

From his sneak attack to the saint of the wind fleeing, there was less than one breath in total. In such a short time, the other party noticed and rushed over. The saint probably "sees" Lu Qiuran from the beginning, but he just didn't take action!

"Even if it is a saint, it will take time to come here, it's too late..."

He didn't bother to pay attention to the oppression of the other party's aura, Su Yin's invincible sword intent moved, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a long sword, and he instantly came to the Saint of Rapid Wind.

From the senior sister, she knew that this guy was ungrateful and had already been sentenced to death.

Using all his strength, Su Yin fell into the state of cutting off his feelings again. Time was like he had no idea. Maybe he had only one thousandth of his breath. Maybe it was as long as a century. The saint of Qifeng only escaped less than half a meter and felt a severe pain in his throat. Countless sword energy drilled into his body along the meridians and exploded wildly.

Bang!

"You..." I wanted to say something, but I didn't say a word, my eyes dimmed, and the body fell down from the air.

boom!

With his death, the sky seemed to be about to cry, and bright red clouds appeared, drops of red raindrops, landing down, as if it was bloody rain.

"Blood rain falls from the sky, the saint falls..."

The entire Yaoshan City was silent and everyone was silent.

The saint, the most peak existence in the entire fairy world, has not died for ten thousand years, and has been killed head-on... It is incredible to see it with your own eyes.

"A saint transcends the great way and is recognized by heaven and earth. Once it falls, it means that the end of the road collapses. God will be sad, and thus brings down blood rain. If the saint is empty, blood rain can be as large as a radius of hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, and few of thousands of miles. The true saint and the influence are great, the entire fairy world will cry for it."

Song Yu's voice sounded in his ears.

Their 36 ancient saints are all true saints. When they fell, the entire fairy world was covered with red clouds, and the world was sad. Moreover, this situation lasted for three days and three nights before it ended.

This Qifeng was just a saint who practiced the Cangqiu Road, and blood rain covered a hundred miles at most.

"I want you to die..."

Killing the Saint of Rising Wind, only one or two breathing times, another saint rushed over from Yaoshan. Seeing that his companion was killed, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and he roared and grabbed it in the air.

Boom!

A piece of city wall that lasted dozens of miles under Yaoshan was lifted up and fell directly.

Su Yin's eyes narrowed.

I have to say that no one can be a saint.

Although he was able to kill the saint, he relied on the invincible sword intent and the rules of the sword saint, and the sneak attack, the real power was still very different from that of the saint.

The other party could see his flaw at a glance and grabbed the city wall and smashed it hard.

In this way, even if he could penetrate the city wall, his invincible sword intent would be blocked by rocks, thus greatly reducing his power and not having one hundred.

It can be said that the other party's move has completely lost all his advantages.

"Walk!"

Knowing that he could not take it head-on, otherwise he would definitely be attacked by the other party. Su Yin flipped his wrist and appeared through the clouds. He shook his lightly, putting the body of the Saint Qifeng into the storage ring, and at the same time, he grabbed Lu Qiuran, tore through the space, and rushed towards Yaoshan.

The city wall could block his sword energy, and naturally it could block the saint in the air from blocking the space. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already landed on the high steps of Medicine Mountain.

"This is a matter between me and Lu Kang. It is a dispute between the Medicine Saint. It is not your business. I am obsessed with it and I have to stop it. I will kill you without mercy!"

Seeing countless disciples coming from above Yaoshan, Lu Qiuran shouted loudly and stepped on the ground.

Boom!

The stairs collapsed, and the disciples of Yaoshan fell down and injured a large area.

Although she couldn't get involved in Su Yin's battle, she was the peak of the quasi-saint after all, and she was not something these minions could fight against.

Sure enough, he scolded him and many disciples retreated together.

There is no combat power at all and is scared by Su Yin's methods, so he dares to step forward.

Seeing this scene, Su Yin shook his head.

If you have the truth, there are many helpers, but if you lose the truth, there are few helpers.

Both Lu Kang and the Saint Jifeng were cold-hearted by nature and did not regard these disciples as human beings, so the other party would naturally not be willing to work hard for them.

"Die for me!"

He sighed, the saint in the air was furious, controlled the city wall, and fell again.

"Smash it, it's best to delay Lu Kang's refining of the Holy Holy Bones..."

In the same way, Su Yin held the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the direction of Li Shi's sacred skeleton in the sense of the sensing.

The other party's refining speed was extremely fast. Li Shihua was so thin that he was almost out of sight. He had to stop him as soon as possible. Even if he was injured, the "Little Medicine Saint" would definitely be forced to stop.

Crackling!

While moving forward, he cracked the formation and blockade, and his speed was very fast.

Seeing that he rushed to the place where Lu Kang was in seclusion, the saint in the air did not dare to smash it randomly anymore. He shouted in anger and hit him down.

The breath gathered in the fist, and a fiery red flame gushed over, and the air was burned a little distorted by the scorching temperature.

The Flame Saint, a branch of the Flame Avenue, is not much stronger than the Sage of the Wind, but its attack power is even stronger and it is impossible to defend at all.

"Thousands of sword intent are for my use, and thousands of swords will return to the sect!"

Knowing that the opponent's punch contained a saint's blow, even if it was strong, it was difficult to bear it. Su Yin shouted softly and the True Dragon Sword flew out of his palm.

The invincible sword intent instantly covered the entire Yaoshan Mountain. In the blink of an eye, all the swords on the mountain who practiced swords could no longer control their palms gathered straight.

The Sword Saint is the Sword Emperor. As long as he issues an order, no one dares to disobey the long sword in the world.

Buzz!

Hundreds of long swords gathered together in the air in an instant and crashed into the flames in the air.

The heaven and earth shook, and the sword intent and flames swept across the sky.

“At this time…”

Su Yin turned into a long sword again and stabbed towards the saint of flames in the air.

This time, it was the opponent's power that touched hundreds of long swords. When the new force had not yet emerged and the old force was exhausted, he just used the Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect, which was the time to create this.

Surrounded by the rules of sword, Su Yin transformed into a brilliant assassin again, and the distance between the two was hundreds of meters, passing by like lightning.

"Sneak attack, dream!"

The saint of flame grabbed the sky, and a giant flame-like blade slashed and fell.

This long sword is extremely powerful. As soon as it appears, the space is cut open and heads straight to Su Yin's face.

This guy has been useless just now, and it is obvious that he accidentally killed the boy in front of him with one blow.

He is worthy of being a saint who has lived for countless years. Every time he makes a move, he has his own tricks and trump cards, making people wonder how strong he is.

However, Su Yin had long guessed his methods. Even if he couldn't, there were 36 experienced ancient saints in the sea of ​​consciousness. With his wrists turned, the corpse of the saint Qifeng appeared in front of the giant blade.

Bang!

The long sword fell on it and made a roar like a rag bag. Su Yin's invincible sword intent was not blocked at all. His magical skills also appeared at the throat of the saint of the flames.

The sword intent poured into the meridians and suddenly exploded.

boom!

Red clouds appeared again in the sky, blood rain spread, and the second saint fell!

After taking off the body of the saint of Flame, Su Yin gasped heavily and his face turned pale.

Despite his strong combat power and true cultivation, he is still just a quasi-saint. He killed two saints in a row, which is obviously beyond the scope that he can bear. He has the pain of tearing meridians throughout his body, and the true qi in his body is chaotic, like paste.

"Go away quickly..."

From the sneak attack on the Saint of the Wind to the present, it is complicated and complicated. In fact, it takes less than ten breaths in total. Su Yin grabbed Lu Qiuran again and continued to rush towards the place where Lu Kang was in seclusion.

After two breaths, I stopped outside a closed room.

"This is the place where the teacher was in seclusion..." Lu Qiuran clenched his silver teeth.

"This guy is really strong in psychology..." Su Yin's eyes were cold.

When the teacher was in seclusion, he refined his bones without any psychological burden. How did this Lu Kang do it?

"Why can't you open it?"

When he came to the front, pressed the seal switch, Lu Qiuran said.

She has lived here for countless years, because she is responsible for cleaning and knows how to enter every secret room. At this time, the same technique has no effect.

"This guy is so treacherous, no one will trust him. I guess he has changed the method of opening the secret room long ago..."

Su Yin shook his head and said, "Senior Sister, back, I will break this place with brute force!"

"Okay!" After taking a few steps back, Lu Qiuran gave up the place.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yin raised his eyebrows and raised the long sword in his hand again. The powerful sword intent was stirring in his body. Just as he was about to slash the seal in front of him, he felt a series of rich spiritual energy falling from the sky and gathering rapidly into the cave.

Rumble!

A cloud appeared in the sky, and countless huge thunders slowly gathered. Thick lightnings and lightnings shone brightly, sweeping the previous red clouds into the air, and the blood rain also stopped, stirring up a strong sense of oppression.

"It's the saint's calamity, Lu Kang, has completely refined the teacher's bones and is rushing to the saint's realm!"
Chapter completed!