Chapter six hundred and thirteen: The Seven Saints of Immortal Hunting
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There is a spectacular side in the desolate world. A thousand-foot-high glacier stands above the huge lake above the snowy sea, which is quite crystal clear and moist under the dim sunlight.
Above the glacier, the breath flows, the light spreads, and the air waves surge.
When the cold wind comes, the weapon is sharp.
The cold light scattered and snowflakes flew. Ten figures were already lying down in the large courtyard of the huge villa. Each figure had no wounds on its body, but it had lost the breath of life.
"It's true that he is the Holy Son, and his remaining power will remain ten thousand years later." Xuebai's figure was like the master in the vast world, but he didn't know that there would never be a master in the world, and the existence of the master was slaughtered.
"In ten thousand years, I may be able to shake the sky." Leng Xiaoran said to himself. The sharp sword in his hand had already flowed, and a round breath made the wind and snow around him not approach the slightest.
Snowflakes fall on the face of the dead.
With a "bang", the mask cracked, revealing its face that was not human, withered and ferocious, even more disgusting than the face that was previously an ancient tree in the ghost forest.[
Leng Xiaoran looked coldly, with a hint of disdain on the corner of her mouth, "It seems that you can reach this level by relying on medicine?" Leng Xiaoran said.
"So what? Who can stop what you want?" said the Seven Saint, his expression becoming solemn, and he already regarded Leng Xiaoran as his opponent.
"Perhaps, they are just a group of pitiful people." Leng Xiaoran could see that the ten people who died in front of him had no consciousness, and seemed to have their hearts taken away.
"There is no pitifulness or happiness in people." The Seven Saints said coldly, as if they were extremely disgusted with the word "people".
"But people can feel it, but you can't." Leng Xiaoran could also see that the guy in front of him was not a human being, what was that?
"Swish--" A series of breaths dissipated from Leng Xiaoran's hands and fell directly on the body of the Seven Saints. The light flowed and snowflakes flew.
The body of the Seven Saints flew up immediately, and the sharp blade in their hand had already flashed. With one sword and one sword, the snowflakes around them were scattered, and the sharp blade was placed on Leng Xiaoran's shoulders. However, Leng Xiaoran was not an ordinary person. After picking up the magical sword in his hand, the light turned, and the dark blue light spotted on the pale figure in front of him, suppressing the attack of the Seven Saints.
"The sword is round, there is no murderous intention, nor fear?" The Seven Saints didn't understand why Leng Xiaoran seemed to fight with him like a sword dancing.
"You didn't use your full strength?" asked the Seven Saints.
"What do you think?" Leng Xiaoran smiled and the sharp sword in his hand was instantly placed on the neck of the Seven Saints. Unfortunately, the Seven Saint waved his hand and directly blocked the sword. The sword scored three points, but could no longer stab it.
Leng Xiaoran's eyebrows shrank slightly. He knew that the next was the seven saints' counterattack. After a cold snort, the violent aura suddenly expanded. Leng Xiaoran's body was directly overturned, and the sharp blade in the seven saint's hand also burst immediately. Whoever was on Leng Xiaoran's body was under pressure.
A thin layer of water blocked Leng Xiaoran's body. After stabbing into the water layer, it slowly stopped. Leng Xiaoran waved his hand and removed the silver fragments, paused, and transformed into thousands of people, using various sword techniques in the void. Leng Xiaoran rarely used sword techniques because he believed that in many cases, he used sword techniques to deal with the situation at that time.
However, at this moment, he found that his opponent's sword was not weak. Although he used a sharp blade, the Seven Saints then took out the sword in his palm from his hand. The sword blade in his palm was no more than three inches, and it was extremely slender in his hand, like a woman's embroidery needle, but it could show a different feeling in the hands of the Seven Saints.
"Swords go to the universe--" The sword in Leng Xiaoran's hand turned, like walking flat on the void. The sword used in the universe had already fallen into the eyes of the Seven Saints, which shocked him, but the sword in his palm firmly caught Leng Xiaoran's sword.
Under the universe, the sword is in the world, as if there are swords between the world. It is not enough to block Leng Xiaoran's simple sword, but the Seven Saints feel the same way. The 360 acupoints around their body feel a cold aura. Three hundred and sixty weapons suddenly appear around the Seven Saints and suddenly stabbed at his 360 acupoints. [
"Drink—" After a loud shout, the Seven Saints avoided the attacks around them, but the sword in his hand did not stop, and stabbed Leng Xiaoran's jaw like a stream of light.
With a puff, the sword light passed by Leng Xiaoran's jaw, Leng Xiaoran felt cold in her heart, and her left hand gestured to one side.
The flying snow present immediately turned into ice thorns and suddenly pierced at the Seven Saints.
"Ding Ding Ding--" The ice thorns that rush into snowflakes in the hands of the Seven Saints, and there seemed to be any pressure on Relaxation and Ruyi.
As for Leng Xiaoran, he avoided the sword light slash, and his jaw was not injured at all, but his eyes at the Seven Saints became even colder, "I didn't expect your sword skills to be weak."
"I'm also very confused about how powerful your sword skills are, you have never shown them." The Seven Saints naturally knew Leng Xiaoran and didn't know what to do.
"No matter how powerful the swordsmanship is, he is just a single enemy." Leng Xiaoran said lightly, as if he was not very interested in swordsmanship.
"You can practice such swordsmanship in this state of mind--" Seven Saints sighed in their hearts.
Next, the Seven Saints were unwilling to continue sword skills because the fundamental method was divided into birth and death. The Seven Saints wanted to kill Leng Xiaoran, and Leng Xiaoran naturally wanted to kill the Seven Saints, so no one on both sides would stop, and no one wanted each other or.
"Let's meet in life and death next." The cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Seven Saints.
The sharp edge suddenly slashed towards Leng Xiaoran's side. Leng Xiaoran turned around and dodged but found that his body was actually a little slower. If this sharp edge continued to fall, then he would directly choose a result between life and death.
"Papa--" Leng Xiaoran's arm was immediately cut off, but when the Seven Saint came to his senses, he found that what had been cut off was just a pool of water.
"Hmph—" I snorted coldly in displeasure, but the Seven Saints could do anything. The Seven Saints' cultivation level is not very strong, and they have only reached the peak in recent years. Now they are just stabilizing.
The Seven Saints were in power and had to continue attacking. They slashed Leng Xiaoran's body with one sword, but found that Leng Xiaoran's body was completely unharmed. "Hmph, don't think you can escape all my injuries." The Seven Saints' heart was also angry, and naturally they would not let Leng Xiaoran go.
Leng Xiaoran's mouth raised again, as if mocking the impulsive heart of the Seven Saints, "Just kill you."
After all, the Seven Saints still have the strength of a peak strong man, so if Leng Xiaoran wants to rely on his original strength, he may return empty-handed, so he said calmly: "Next, you can die--"
Leng Xiaoran's voice was accompanied by the laughter of the Seven Saints, and a grand momentum emanated from Leng Xiaoran's body, directly covering the entire glacier.
"What--" The face of the Seven Saint, who was sneering, immediately turned pale. "How could it be possible--" The Seven Saint could feel the momentum of this breath, and he seemed to be unable to resist at all.
A black aura slowly emerged from Leng Xiaoran's eyes. The light could be absorbed around her body standing in the void, making Leng Xiaoran's body extremely dark. The aura of a demon-like god stood in the void. "Seven Saints of Hunting Immortals, as the Seven Saints, you are probably the weakest, right?" Leng Xiaoran asked with the last sentence, which made the Seven Saints' face even more ugly.
"You can kill me before you reach the peak. Even the First Saint would be difficult to do at that time." The Seven Saints said the name of another person at the last one, but it did not help Leng Xiaoran much.
The black flames immediately condensed from Leng Xiaoran's hands and slapped at the Seven Saints. The flames roared in a raging way. The Seven Saints didn't know how to move, and their bodies retreated again and again. They already had the intention to retreat in their hearts, "I don't know where this power comes from." Anyway, the Seven Saints definitely did not believe that Leng Xiaoran was born with.
"After understanding the heaven and earth, I got it naturally." Leng Xiaoran seemed to see through the voice of the Seven Saints, "If you die, you will feel a little more relaxed when dealing with your Immortal Hunting Pavilion." Leng Xiaoran smiled, and the cold light in his expression also appeared and disappeared from time to time.
Leng Xiaoran's figure suddenly disappeared, and the black flame suddenly expanded with a sound, staining the Seven Saint's snow-white top, and the raging flames immediately spread to his whole body. "No--" Seven Saint certainly did not want to go to pay homage to Yan Luo at this time, but he did not choose. "Ah--" screams came from his mouth endlessly. Perhaps the pain of the Black Flame Burning Body was unbearable.
The man shrouded in black flames stood on the villa and died until his whole body turned into ashes.
Where is Leng Xiaoran?
He had known the ending of the Seven Saints for a long time, because the Seven Saints had no room to fight back and had no possibility of survival. Although the Seven Saints were not a pure swordsman, his swordsmanship was definitely not weak. The pure swordsmen in this world were dead, and people who made a living with swords were not something that ordinary people could bear.
Leng Xiaoran had already arrived at the backyard of Mingshan Villa, and he could feel the incompleteness of the statue.
A huge gold and jade statue carved with no one, but the statue with both spirit and form has vividly depicted the momentum on his body. So after Leng Xiaoran saw it for the first time, he cried all over his body and mind, "First Saint?" Leng Xiaoran didn't know why he thought so.
"..." Then Leng Xiaoran stopped thinking about it anymore. The sharp blade in his hand directly touched the statue, and a broken stone sculpture revealed doubts from the gold and jade. "It's true here..." Leng Xiaoran smiled.