Chapter 123 Life and Death

"Yes! This sword, you and I will die!"

As soon as Zong Shou's voice fell, the dense forest immediately became more solemn and solemn, and the chilly air of Xiao Sha permeated all around.

Li Yunniang couldn't help shrinking her pupils, and Lian Fan couldn't help being a little distracted.

When Li Xieling heard this, he burst into laughter: "What a life-and-death decision! I am confident that I can defeat you at this moment, but I may not necessarily take your life. On the contrary, the son, full of confidence, will definitely kill me here Take the head! That's fine, then you and I will fight for life and death here!"

Zong Shou looked cold and did not answer. Controlling the Black Wave Sword only with his thoughts, he circled around and saw his side. With a flick of the sleeve of the robe, the sword was silently covered with a layer of silver.

In one breath, Xiao Jin's body completely wrapped up the spirit weapon. It makes the blade stronger and sharper, and also adds extraordinary agility.

The fighting spirit in his chest was gradually suppressed, leaving only pure murderous intent. He has always been a person who likes to burn pianos and cook cranes, and he doesn't like to cherish each other, and he doesn't have any feelings of being lonely as a master.

It has always been believed that the best enemy should lie in the mud and not speak. If the other party can still walk, then try your best to kill him with a sword, and send him to the grave with your own hands!

Especially for a lunatic like Li Xieling, he would not allow the other party to leave his eyes alive!

Within a space of less than thirty feet, it seemed as if two equally equal thoughts were colliding with each other.

Zong Shou stepped on the treetop, his body swayed up and down with the swaying of the branch. When the method of swallowing Yuan was activated, the tree under him withered quickly. Countless dead leaves, devoid of vitality, flew down. It gradually spread, and within ten feet of the surrounding area, all the vegetation showed a grayish-yellow color.

The Thunder Tooth Sword in his hand suddenly revealed a trace of sword energy, and the momentum rose step by step. Looking down, it's like a king looking down on ants and all living beings.

Li Xieling's expression became more and more serious every moment, and he was also boiling with killing intent. His breath became more and more fierce every moment, and his cheeks became more flushed. But from the beginning to the end, he stood still and did not move for a long time.

Li Yunniang felt her heart clenched and knew that although the two of them hadn't really fought at this moment, it was even more dangerous. With the momentum of martial arts, both offensive and defensive confrontation are doing their best to increase their chances of winning

What shocked her the most was that Li Xieling, who has been famous for many years and is known as the "hundred thousand blood killer", has made people's faces change. At this moment, he can't have the slightest advantage. Instead, he is hidden in the treetop Zong Shou above, suppressed faintly!

At this moment, Li Yunniang's mood was extremely complicated. If Li Xieling surpassed this person's temperament, she and Na Lianfan would definitely not be able to survive. But he also didn't want to see this Zongshou. If he really had the strength to kill Li Xieling, then he probably wouldn't be able to survive.

While struggling secretly, Li Xieling's figure suddenly swept back. Instead of advancing, he retreated, flying to the side of a carriage like an invisible red shadow. With a wave of the blood sword in his hand, a blood-colored sword light several feet long, directly smashed off the heads and necks of all the wind-riding horses beside him who were caught off guard.

Li Xieling's killing sword power, which was soaring with blood, also took advantage of the situation to surge to the extreme. But there was a slight surprise in the eyebrows and eyes. Zong Shou on the top of the tree, even though he did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, he was still standing coldly in the distance with a sword in his hand.

Just a little startled, Li Xieling didn't hesitate for a moment, and the whole person soared up again, the bloody sword light converged and rose, and with lightning speed, it traveled through a space of tens of feet, and hit the treetop and go.

Just halfway through, those two wrists exploded again, and countless blood entangled on the sword. The four-foot-long blood-colored sword energy instantly increased to seven feet!

The momentum is bloody and violent, just like this sword, which can kill all living beings!

Excited by the sword's momentum, Zong Shou's eyelids also jumped unconsciously. In the next moment, I adjusted my breathing and calmed my mind. Except for the slightest excitement of fighting against a powerful enemy, his mind at this moment is like a bright mirror, reflecting the world in an ancient well without waves.

Everything in front of him seemed to come to a sudden stop, reflecting all of Li Xieling's sword moves and all possible changes in his heart.

The moment the bloody sword qi cut to four feet in front of him, Zong Shou suddenly let out a shocking shout.

"Out of body, kill!"

On the forehead! The mass of cloudy energy rushed up immediately. Taking advantage of the trend, with a straight swing of the Black Wave Sword, he stabbed straight down.

There is no change like clouds and fog, only extreme strength, sharpness and swiftness!

Before he got close, he could feel that it was just a residual force, the fierce sword energy that could disperse his primordial spirit, and the incomparably powerful blood of the innate warrior.

Zong Shou sneered slightly in his consciousness, just now he swallowed countless tree essences, and immediately gushed out, protecting the left and right sides of his body.

This sword! He also gave all his strength, and the sword's power was also unstoppable, cutting off the back road, and there was no turning back!

"Clang!"

Zi Lei flickered, wrapping the silver sword body and hitting it directly. Crashed into the blood shadow. Intertwined and entangled with the bloody sword light, stirring with the saddle. Spearing from time to time, mysterious trajectories appeared one after another, as if penetrating into every hole, constantly piercing into the depths of the bloody sword light.

The two swords struck several times in an instant, and they couldn't entangle each other. In one breath, all the branches, plants and trees within thirty feet of the surrounding area were cut to pieces. There were also dozens of deep sword marks in the mud below.

Countless cold sweat broke out from Li Xieling's forehead, and he felt that every time the sword struck, it seemed that part of the condensed energy was forcibly sucked away from the sword.

Zong Shou's primordial soul, under the light of the rising sun, became more and more dark.

In just a few breaths, the two sword shadows in the air, one purple and one red, showed a declining trend, and it was difficult to continue.

Li Yunniang looked relaxed and depressed. Knowing that today's battle between the two will probably end in a draw. But at least this life can be saved successfully.

However, although this Zongshou did not kill Li Xieling, he can be said to be the only one in this East Lin Yunlu because of his ability to use his soul to control the sword, kill the "hundred thousand blood" and force him to retreat. The genius healer!

Sure enough, only a moment later, Li Xieling's blood-colored sword shadow had already played to the extreme, and there was no room for change. With a slightly regretful 'hey,' the sword glow suddenly rose again, but the figure drifted back decisively.

And the purple lightning that flickered around Zong Shou's soul was also disappearing. Under the sunlight, the whole group of ghosts seemed to dissipate and melt.

In the soul, I also felt a trace of burning, as if it was burning.

But his thoughts were still as cold as a blade, and his killing intent remained undiminished, resolutely as before. Just when Li Xieling's figure had just withdrawn from Zhangxu. Zong Shou's primordial soul suddenly rose again.

This sword of life and death, what he was waiting for was the time when the two of them could not continue!

"cut!"

In the sea of ​​souls, the few true talismans that had just condensed suddenly burned, turning into traces of pure soul power, which flowed into the vortex of the sea of ​​souls that had dried up.

The silver sword shadow also vibrated suddenly. Following an extremely mysterious and indescribable trajectory, under Li Xieling's unbelievable eyes, it glides to it. With a whirl, an extremely young head rose into the sky and fell to the ground!

The light of blood surged like rain, and the grass was dyed red with blood.

Li Yunniang, who was below, was completely stunned, and her chest throbbed again. This Zongshou, could it be that he doesn't want to live anymore. The sword is clearly at stake, but he still wants to kill someone? Aren't you afraid that your soul will be destroyed and you won't be able to return to your body?

Then another incomparably deep sense of unreality surged into my heart.

Li Xieling, the one who killed Li Xieling with 100,000 blood, died like this? At this age of thirteen, everyone in the world thinks that Zong Shou, who has two veins and can't practice, has a soul with a sword, and cuts off his head with one sword?

Lian Fan was also completely stunned, with a perplexed expression on his face, he turned around and looked straight ahead.

Zong Shou's spirit was so weak that it was about to collapse. But after beheading Li Xieling, the Zilei appeared again, under the sunlight, without any damage.

With a flicker, he had already returned to the body that fell under the tree and was being supported by the giant bear's hands.

Immediately, there was a sharp pain in his head, and Zong Shou managed to hold on. Behind him, he squeezed a spell with his right hand, and put the demon-eyed silver bear back into his sleeve.

But when his divine thoughts dispersed again, he was suddenly startled.

"Strange, that person just now disappeared without a trace, leaving so quickly!"

That tyrannical aura that rushed to him quickly, and should have been less than three miles away, has disappeared without a trace at this moment. In the induction of spiritual sense, there is no trace anymore.

It came suddenly, and when it went, it was also sudden.

Zong Shou was slightly puzzled, and frowned for a moment. Shaking his head again, he walked to the side of Li Xieling's body.

The head's eyes were still wide open, staring angrily at the front, as if dying.

It's just that the breath of life has completely disappeared.

"One hundred thousand blood kills, killing his wife and mother. This guy's way of killing is really powerful! His strength is so strong that no one under Wu Zong has any opponent!"

Zong Shou was slightly moved, and felt strange in his heart that this person's swordsmanship mastered the way of killing swords. It only takes five or six years to break through the realm of heaven. After catching up with Fannian, the era when the spiritual tide was rising, and then soaring into the sky, it is possible to step into Xianwu.

Why is it unknown in later generations? Never heard of it?

But Fang Cai was really dangerous to the extreme, the victory and defeat of Fang Cai was only in the middle of the line, and this Li Xieling was only a little bit close, which almost caused him to be defeated and killed.

In that valley of blood that day, he also tried his best to fight. But that innate martial artist, he didn't even bother to ask for his name. It's far less than the threat that Li Xieling posed to him.

The moment he beheaded this person, Zong Shou already felt that his mastery of the way of the sword seemed to be much clearer.

The level of this battle is actually far lower than his original realm. But it is evenly matched, and the opponent who is evenly matched will be killed, and the outcome of life and death depends on the sword.

Only at that moment, the tempering of his mind was worth nearly a year of mental state cultivation.