The rain was pouring, and the entire Qinling Mountains were shrouded in a rain fog. Forty or fifty black figures were flying in the rain curtain in the distance, and no one was able to open the Dao Shield to block the rain, because the Dao Shield would affect the flight speed.

Xiao Cheng looked into the distance and saw forty or fifty black shadows flying quickly, with extremely fast speed. He guessed that these forty or fifty strong men were at least the peak Jindan powerhouses, most of which should be quasi-Natural Soul Powers, among which there are many real Nascent Soul Powers.

Xiao Cheng frowned, not expecting that the opponent's reinforcements were so fast. In terms of strength, even if he activates the secret technique of Yangji, he is probably not the opponent of so many strong people. The opponent really respects him.

I don’t know which aspect of this group of people they are. In addition to this group of people, there must be another group of people coming here. Should the battle end early? Or should I let go of my hands and feet and fight with all my strength?

He is more inclined toward the latter. Now his swordsmanship is stuck at a barrier and cannot make progress. He extremely needs high-intensity fierce battles to find an opportunity to condense the sword body in one go.

What's more, once you encounter a stronger opponent, you will not be beneficial to the heart of Taoism. Although there is a small world and you can escape from the earth, these are not reasons to escape. Even if you lose to these people, he will still have the strength to fight.

Xiao Cheng's figure did not stop, his eyes fixed on the remaining two strong men, chasing a young strong man in modern clothes, who was closest to him.

Qin Shuanglong heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him, and was so scared that he shook his body and almost fell from the sky. Even a quasi-Nasty Infant Power could not escape the blood evil man's full slash. How could he escape?

Qin Shuanglong knew that he could not escape, so he immediately stabilized his body. His whole body was wet with rain. His face was covered with rain. His face turned pale and his lips trembled and shouted softly: "Fellow Daoist, Qin Shuanglong is in the lower house, and he has no intention of offending you. He was just invited by Feng Tianzong to see the fun. Please show mercy under the sword!"

When Xiao Cheng heard the name Qin Shuanglong, he was stunned. He had heard of the name Qin Shuanglong. He was one of the four young masters of Qin, who were as famous as Feng Tianzong, and was also the young master of the Qin family.

Speaking of the Qin family, we have to talk about the feud between the Qin family and the Xiao family. His grandfather died in the plot of the Qin family's ancestors. Later, the Qin family planned the blood-colored mercenary group of the family in the Middle East. He had not yet made any effort to find trouble for the Qin family. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet Qin Shuanglong today.

Xiao Cheng smiled coldly, but did not answer Qin Shuanglong. The answer to Qin Shuanglong was the Qian Zhen Four Elephant Giant Sword in his hand. The giant sword broke through the air and slashed towards Qin Shuangcheng without any hesitation.

"No! Don't..." Qin Shuanglong's eyes widened, silent, his lips turned purple, and he immediately opened the Dao shield to try to block the attack.

"Puff!" With a muffled sound, the giant sword broke through the Dao shield and slashed Qin Shuanglong's head. Qin Shuanglong's shouting came to an abrupt end, and the headless corpse fell down with the rain.

Xiao Cheng turned his head and looked at the last cultivator. The cultivator's cultivation reached the peak of the golden elixir. His strength was still above Zhenren Zhou Yun. It can be seen from his speed that he reached this level. At the age of over twenties, he is not an unknown person.

The last remaining cultivator was Fan Qitian, the young leader of the Wanting Sect. Because he was the fastest, he persisted until the end.

Fan Qitian looked at the forty or fifty black shadows getting closer and closer in the distance, and saw a somewhat familiar figure among the black shadows. He knew that these forty or fifty strong men were the ones he wanted to practice, not those of the Fangtian Sect.

Fan Qitian's eyes lit up, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He admitted that he was no match for the Blood Heroic Man, but he could fight against the Blood Heroic Man with all his strength, and at least he could pass a few moves before he would lose.

At this time, the helping hand has arrived, only a few thousand meters away from this place. As long as he drags a few moves and waits for the helping hand to arrive, he can trap the Blood Evil and make it impossible to escape. It is not a problem to kill the Blood Evil and Fierce Man with such a powerful lineup.

Fan Qitian immediately stopped, but instead of retreating, rushed towards Xiao Cheng, and laughed coldly, "Hmph, blood-devil man, even if you have the ability to look down on the same generation, you will definitely die today. I killed my sister and killed more than a dozen strong men in my sect. You must pay the price of your life!"

Hearing Fan Qitian's sneer, Xiao Cheng immediately understood. It turned out that the plan was still in the sect of the sect. The person in front of him was Fan Qitian, one of the ten little kings, and Fan Qinian's brother who died in his hands for more than ten days.

"Is that right? But even if you die, you will die first, you won't see it!" Xiao Cheng said coldly, swinging his sword toward Fan Qitian's face. With his strength at this time, why should he be afraid of a little king?

The giant sword slashed down with all its strength, making a violent whistle, sweeping away all the rain around it, and a cloud of water mist appeared around the sword body.

Feeling the unparalleled power of this sword, Fan Qitian's expression changed drastically. Although he had witnessed the blood-dead man wielding his sword to kill people before, he had a deeper understanding at this moment and found that he underestimated the strength of the blood-dead man.

Fan Qitian hurriedly stretched out the Dao Shield, pinched out the seal and shot out a black magic shield, trying to block the attack of the Blood Evil Man, his body flashed, and he tried to avoid the slash.

However, the strength gap is very big, and this sword is not so easy to avoid. With a bang, the magic shield and the Taoist shield were shattered at the same time. At the critical moment, Fan Qitian protected his body with a flying sword to block the sword.

Fan Qitian was knocked out by a huge energy force and spit out a mouthful of blood. A hint of horror and fear flashed in his eyes. He was accustomed to the younger generation of evil Taoism, and his strength was slightly inferior to Tuoba Xueyue and Tu Yuanjia. Unexpectedly, he could not stop the sword of the blood evil man.

This sword caused him to be severely injured, and he would definitely not be able to take the second sword. He immediately turned around and flew towards the figure in the distance with his huge energy, roaring: "Uncle Master, save me!"

Fan Qitian flew to the crowd with all his might, and the continuous rain blocked his sight. Although it was only a kilometer distance, the distance of this kilometer seemed so long, as if it was separated by the Milky Way.

Xiao Cheng would not let Fan Qitian escape. If Fan Qitian and the crowd gathered together, it would be even more difficult to kill Fan Qitian.

Xiao Cheng activated the Four Sword with all his strength. The Four Sword shot out two blue horses, and suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Fan Qitian. He came behind Fan Qitian in an instant, swung his sword and slashed it.

This time it was not an ordinary killing without any attention to the rules. What he used was the Four Symbol Sword Technique, which broke through the air and was extremely powerful. The sword force locked Fan Qitian firmly and slashed down fiercely.

Fan Qitian's face was pale, and he felt like he had fallen into the ice cellar, and his whole body was sweating coldly. Is it going to die like this? But I have a bright future, and one day I will be able to sit on the throne of the head of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect

"Uncle Master... avenge me... ah..." Fan Qitian roared and let out a shrill scream. The broken corpse fell from the sky and disappeared into the vast rain curtain, and soon turned into a cold corpse.

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Chapter completed!