The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

"Huiren, die!"

"Don't! Do you have something to say? How can we say that we are allies too?"

Huairen smiled awkwardly.

"Friendly army, whoever gives you is a friendly army."

Murong Qing looked at Huairen indifferently, his true energy was condensed on the long sword.

"Who said we are not friendly forces anymore, I will give you a stroke, look!

You and the Ming family belong to the four major families, and belong to rivalry and enemies, what about me?Although I am a child of the Ming family, I have indirectly helped you by killing the head of the Ming family. Do you think we are allies? "

Huairen talked eloquently, and touched the three rings on his hands by the way.

"It seems that what you said is correct, but the younger generation of our Murong family married Ming Canghai!"

Murong Qing slashed at Huairen with a sword glow.

Huairen turned sideways, dodging the incoming sword glow, "Block him for a while, and I will deal with it quickly."

With a wave of his hand, a black air and two soul bodies rushed out of the ring, and besieged another monk Yunying from the Murong family.

And Huairen rushed towards Murong Qing with the magic knife.

Without any bells and whistles, just raising your hand is a knife with all your strength, the overbearing knife intent is like a towering giant mountain pressing down on Murong Qing.

Murong Qing's face showed a dignified look, and he understood why Huairen had the strength to kill a monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul.

"It's snowing."

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and snowflakes floated up, beautiful and cold.

The sword went from bottom to top, and it slammed into Huairen's heavy magic knife with blossoming ice crystal flowers.

"Boom."

The flower of ice crystals suddenly turned into a [-]-meter giant blade and sliced ​​away the towering giant mountain. Huairen's domineering sword intent was instantly disintegrated, and the cold snow drifting sword intent immediately swept Huai Ren's body.

Holding the magic knife, Huairen took a step back, and the power of his soul gushed out, wiping away the Piaoxue sword intent that invaded his body.

But Huairen took this step back, like a discouraged ball, half of the Overlord's Saber Intent had been crippled.

The Overlord never retreats, and the Backward Overlord no longer has the momentum to move forward.

With this one step back, Huai Ren has already lost the opportunity, lost his momentum, one step back, one step back, and finally he can only go to death.

"What a cold sword intent."

This is the third practitioner Huairen met who could use "intelligence".

One is Jun Zhantian, who enters the Tao with killing, and the killing intent is boiling.

The second is Qi Hanyan, that kind of domineering, thinking about it now still makes Huai Ren feel lingering fear.

"I'm usually bored, watching the snow falling in the sky, and then comprehended the sword intent of the snow."

Murong Qing said flatly.

But he couldn't help flashing a look of complacency in his eyes. He said it easily, but if he wants to comprehend the will to practice, only those who comprehend it will understand the difficulty.

"Then you are really lucky." Huairen replied.

"hold head high."

A vigor dragon wrapped around the blade of the magic knife, and the blood-red dragon eyes stared at Murong Qing, it was the eyes of the prey.

Cut with a knife.

A ten-meter-long dragon rushed out of the magic knife with vigor, and slammed into Murong Qing with an indomitable momentum.

Murong Qing let go of the flying sword, but the flying sword didn't land, it hovered around Murong Qing, turning into a loyal guard.

Changing the spells with both hands, an earthen wall suddenly rose from the ground, shining with metallic luster, and blocked Murong Qing's body.

"Boom."

The magic dragon hit the metal soil wall, and layers of ripples centered on the point of impact and spread around.

But in the end the metal wall still failed to block the magic dragon, and was knocked out by the magic dragon, but Murong Qing was nowhere to be seen behind the hole.

Huai Ren's expression froze, and he took a step back immediately, a long sword shot out from under the ground where Huai Ren was standing just now, and attacked Huai Ren's face.

Huairen swung his knife and split the flying sword, and shouted speechlessly: "You are a big monk in the Yunying realm, you are not ashamed to attack me, a little monk in the Yuanying realm!"

"You are not small at all, your strength has surpassed Nascent Soul."

Murong Qing rose from the ground, and the flying sword flew back into his hand.

Huairen's face darkened, "You're right, I'm not young at all."

Suddenly, streaks of black devilish energy appeared around Huairen, driving away the light in a radius of ten meters.

The magic energy domain descends, increasing all attributes by 50.00%.

Holding the magic knife, Huairen rushed towards Murong Qing again.

Murong Qing was unusually dignified, it seemed that the opponent's strength had been greatly improved, is it a secret technique?

The magic knife slashes, one knife is faster than one knife, and one knife is heavier than one knife. There is only the simplest move, and Huairen completely dominates the fighting rhythm of the two.

Murong Qing swung his sword and fought Huairen at the same place, every blow was so powerful that Murong Qing's flying sword trembled, his arms were numb.

But Murong Qing couldn't stop, the rhythm of the battle was completely controlled by the opponent, if he was not careful, he would fall into a catastrophe.

"enough."

With a swing of the sword, Huairen's magic knife was split open. He couldn't be brought into his fighting rhythm by Huairen, he had to control the rhythm.

The long sword turned into ice crystal flowers, and then the ice crystal flowers withered.

"Wind blows."

The falling ice crystal petals were blown up by the gust of wind, turning into a storm of ice blades and sweeping towards Huairen.

Using Xiaoyaobu to avoid the attack of the ice crystal storm, the magic formula in his hand changed, and a fire dragon condensed out, rushing towards the ice crystal storm.

Seeing the appearance of the fire dragon, Murong Qing smiled disdainfully, controlled the ice storm and continued to hit Huairen.

The fire dragon came into contact with the ice crystal storm, but persisted for a moment before being annihilated by the ice crystal storm.

His Ice Crystal Storm is the product of the combination of Piaoxue Sword Intent and spells, and it cannot be dealt with by ordinary spells.

With a flash of his figure, Huairen dodged another attack from the ice storm and rushed towards Murong Qing's position.

It seems to be a strategy to capture the thief first and capture the king first.

Murong Qing sneered, raised his sword and rushed towards Huairen, he was not afraid of Huairen in close combat.

Huairen paused, and suddenly turned around with an incomparably ingenious turn, avoiding the storm of ice crystals attacking from behind.

Murong Qing was stunned, and quickly controlled the ice crystal storm to shift direction, otherwise the ice crystal storm would hit himself.

A colder chill suddenly rose, freezing the ice crystal storm in an instant.

Huai Ren's figure flashed out from behind the storm relief, and he slashed at Murong Qing's head with a knife.

Murong Qing was shocked, at this moment, he was using the hand-knot method, his mind was restrained by the ice crystal storm, facing Huai Ren's sudden attack, he could only hastily recall the flying sword to defend against Huai Ren's strike.

"when."

The flying sword without the power of its master was easily knocked into the air by the magic knife, and the downward trend of the magic knife continued unabated. The demonic energy on the blade was surging, rubbing against the air to produce black and red sparks.

The black-red flame saber energy passed through Murong Qing's body and blasted into the distant rocks.

Huairen stretched out his hand to grab a Nascent Soul that had escaped from Murong Qing's body, and Huairen grabbed it in his palm.

After sealing Murong Qing's Nascent Soul, Huairen raised his saber and rushed towards another battlefield.