Chapter 1002 Conflict

The sun scorched the earth hotly, and the air was scorching hot, as if being scalded, and inhaling it into the nose seemed to scald the trachea.

These hundreds of people sank their weights, their aura burst forth, and they stared straight at the light curtain. Their aura intertwined and surged away. There was a hidden momentum of a dragon and a tiger shaking the sky, stirring nothingness. Looking from a distance, the purple aura lingered in the sky. .

This is also inevitable. It can be said that those who can come to the barren desert to seek good fortune are all people at the level of Tianjiao, and their luck is naturally strong.

There is not even a shortage of Taoists from the major sects, each of them is a leader in cultivation, and they are the ones who are the only ones in the same generation.

At this time, not far from the barren desert, a man in Chinese clothes was rushing in the desert.

He has a handsome face, a surging breath, and his sword intent is earth-shattering.

There is a sword box on his back, the color of the sword box is red, like countless red runes beating, the scarlet is so scarlet, it makes people's heart shudder.

This person is the Taoist of Absolute Sword Peak, Burial Sword.

Suddenly, he stopped and shouted coldly behind him: "If you chase after me again, you will all die!" While speaking, the sword box vibrated, and a sword arc was shaken in vain, and an extremely pure sword intent spread out, directly killing The yellow sand within ten feet around him was chopped from it, and the cut surface was neat.

"Hmph, what a brash tone, you dare to be so arrogant in snatching the spiritual objects of my Ji family! You are asking for your own death!" A middle-level disciple of the spirit master said coldly.

"Well, in the Great Ruins, even if you are a foreign race, you have to stay away from people from my Xuelongji family. You, hmph..." The speaker held a long knife, his eyes were gloomy like a vulture, and a scar slanted from his forehead. Stepping to the corner of the mouth, there is a trace of black air, terrifying and frightening.

"Let's attack together, kill this tease, the dignity of the Blood Dragon Ji's family cannot be insulted."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the members of the Ji family turned red. After looking at each other, they all saw the firmness in their eyes.

"Kill!" Who knows who roared, and these dozens of people rushed out at the same time, rushing straight towards Zanjian.

Zhan Jian glanced at the sky, his eyes were full of fear, and after he retracted his eyes, his eyes flashed fiercely, and his voice seemed to come from hell: "Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me!"

Before the voice fell, he pointed at the sky with his right hand obliquely, and said in a low voice: "Take the sword!"

Immediately, the blood-colored sword case trembled, and with a "creak", the cover was turned over, and a blood sword shot out like blood. This sword is small and light, but it carries an extremely strong evil spirit, as if it had just been fished out of the blood evil pool. The moment the long sword flew out, even the space was dyed red. There are two small characters engraved on the position - Shentu.

This is the Sword of Absolute Sword Peak, the Sword of Shentu.

"Swords don't need to be buried, but swords need to be nourished." Burying Jian saw the same pilgrimage in his eyes, and pressed down with his raised right hand.

In an instant, Shen Tu flew up and down, and the red light on it flowed to the extreme, drawing countless waves of sword energy out of thin air, sweeping away in all directions.

At this moment, these dozens of people only felt cold all over, and they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers, and their eyes were full of horror. Being directly touched by the wave of sword energy, in an instant, all the heads flew and fell into the yellow sand.

With just one blow, dozens of strong men were killed. This is the horror of Yifeng Daozi.

It is also at this time,

Clouds and mist rolled in midair, with a faint scarlet color, and an extremely sharp piercing sound came from the sky.

Zan Jian's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were full of fear. With a volley in his hand, the Shentu Sword blew softly and flew into his hand. He wiped off the blood on Shentu with his index finger, and with a movement, he flew towards the light curtain. I secretly said in my heart, I must get the elixir to continue my vitality, and I will kill anyone who hinders me, even if the sky is in front of me, I will use it to kill the sword.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and the clouds and mists in the sky exploded. This smear of blood was extremely intense in an instant, and it came at an extremely fast speed, like a meteor breaking through the sky, directly smoothing the distance between the two of them.

When he landed in front of Burial Sword, he was wearing a bloody shirt with a blood dragon pattern printed on it, dancing in the wind, with an unusually indifferent expression, without the slightest emotion. This person is Ji Haoran, the Taoist son of the Ji family. He is a spiritual being at the peak cultivation level. After devouring Xiaoman's bloodline, his bloodline has even reached the ancestral level. Self-proclaimed that he can beat the son-in-law, he is the most promising person in the Ji family.

Zun Jian adjusted his energy, held Shen Tu tightly in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "I still have a mission on me, so I don't want to fight with you." Obviously, he has suffered from this person's hands.

"It's up to you. You killed so many members of my Ji family. If I don't kill you, I'll be upset. If I'm not calm, I'll be hard-pressed. If I'm hard-pressed, I'll ask you for no time." Ji Haoran's eyes were indifferent.

Burying Sword grasped Shen Tu tightly with five fingers, gathered Qi and breathed out, and his body merged into Shen Tu. His speed was so fast that even Dao Zi couldn't catch up, and he opened the distance in an instant.

He wasn't afraid of Ji Haoran, but he wanted to enter the barren desert to obtain the spiritual things that would continue his vitality. In terms of combat power alone, the attacking power of a swordsman is unparalleled in the world. Even if this person has the power of blood, he will not be afraid. It is very difficult for people who are also at the same level as Daozi to kill each other. What's more, there is a sword inscribed with the blood of the sword master of Absolute Sword Peak on his arm. Once he uses it, even the venerable will have to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

Ji Haoran snorted coldly, and rushed over.

His indifference, killing and burying swords, and avenging the dead monks of the Ji family are only one of the reasons. More importantly, he wants to prove the Tao with the blood of the Taoist, break through the spirit and become a venerable, and cross the Dragon Gate, so he pursues him all the way.

The two long rainbows turned into a stream of light, which disappeared in an instant.

At this time, under the light curtain, two purple lights suddenly appeared in Ouyang Ming's spiritual world. Although the light emitted was not as hot as the Venerable, it was more energetic. The fluctuations made his eyelids twitch and his heart trembled. , two Daozi-level characters.

In vain, he retracted his eyes imperceptibly, and murmured: "It's him, Taoist of Absolute Sword Peak, Burial Sword?"

But the breath on the other one bored him. After careful perception, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "A member of the Ji family?" The man is the member of the Ji family who devoured the power of Xiaoman's blood.

Before this thought fell, two long rainbows came across.

Ouyang Ming's eyes were burning with raging flames, and the aura was constantly beating, round and round as one.

With a volley, it was like a white lightning that tore apart the space. When it fell, it was already blocking Ji Haoran, and he said in a deep voice, "The members of the Ji family should be killed!"

"Get out of the way?" Ji Haoran's face was extremely indifferent. He did not know how many high-ranking spiritual monks he had killed.

Ouyang Ming's face was flat, and he said proudly: "I want the atavistic blood in your body." At this moment, he seemed arrogant and arrogant. The atmosphere is decisive.

Even if he knew that this person was the Daoist of the Ji family, so what?

Even if he is extremely powerful, so what?

For the sake of Xiaoman and for his own persistence, he had to fight. A man stands upright, does something and doesn't do something. At this moment, Ouyang Ming only wanted to fight, and only wanted to get back the ancestral blood for Xiaoman. This scene was like him forcibly killing Dong Ruyu in front of Dong Chenyu. He didn't want to retreat, and he absolutely couldn't.

When the sound reverberated in all directions, there was an incomparable silence outside the light curtain, only the sound of whimpering wind remained.

Many high-level spiritual masters opened their mouths in disbelief, their faces full of astonishment.

Ji Haoran's reputation in the Great Ruins was so high that no one could thwart his edge, and there was a faint sense that he could overwhelm a generation.

But now, a high-ranking spiritual person waved his hand and said indifferently that he wanted to take the atavistic blood in his body, which is simply a fantasy.

After the silence, there was an uproar!

"This... Is this kid crazy? Even peak spirits, there are not many who can block Ji Haoran's ten moves." A peak spirit stuttered a little, his face full of shock. He once saw a peak spirit being smashed into powder by Ji Haoran's palm because of his rude words, and blood was sprinkled on the stone wall. This scene once became a nightmare in his heart.

"Yes, if you don't use three moves, he will definitely die." A young man in white nodded after pondering.

Jiang Yingrong and He Jian glanced at each other at the same time, and saw their dignified expressions.

Among these hundreds of people, the most shocking thing in his heart was the buried sword. He couldn't believe that when he returned to Jianfeng, Ouyang Ming, who was not in his eyes, dared to stand in front of Ji Haoran, and bluntly said that he would take the other Atavistic blood. This is a figure comparable to him, Daozi, how dare he? In the world in his mind, because of Ouyang Ming's actions, waves of hundreds of feet were set off.

The expressions of the other monks outside the light curtain were extremely complicated.

There are sarcasm, disdain, sneer, anger, regret, all kinds of expressions are integrated into one furnace, which is full of all kinds of tastes in the world and the vicissitudes of the world. Just as the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there will be disputes in the rivers and lakes, greed, hatred, ignorance, hatred and hatred, love and separation, all kinds of things, how many people can escape and hide in the big net intertwined with the laws of heaven Lose?

These expressions fell into Ou Yangming's eyes, but his expression didn't change at all, his eyes were deep, like the sea of ​​stars.

Hearing this, even Ji Haoran was stunned for a moment, with a playful look on his face, and he said with a half-smile: "Interesting, interesting! Ji has encountered countless enemies and can fight many people, but an arrogant person like you, This is also the first time for me to meet you. You are very lucky, your name can be heard in my ears. After you die, on the stone tablet of my journey to enlightenment, your name can be engraved on it, so that you can be honored. "The voice was flat and indifferent, as if he wanted to use Ouyang Ming to prove the way, so he must be able to use him to prove the way.

And the so-called Enlightenment Monument is also the person he killed along the way, and only with his approval can he be qualified to engrave his name on the Enlightenment Monument.

It can be said that the cultivators who can engrave their names on it all have two things in common. One is that they are all top-notch figures, and the other is that they are all Ji Haoran's dead souls.

Ouyang Ming shook his head, and said coldly: "I want to take your ancestral blood." As soon as the words fell, he turned his wrist, and he was already holding the blood gun Long Tu in his hand. ...

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