Fantasy: I have 100,000 boss identities

"stop!"

Ji Feixuan rushed over in an instant.

The sword light flashed, instantly blocking the opponent's attack.

It would be hard on her conscience if she killed an innocent person.

Besides, she came here by herself, thinking that there are hidden masters here.

"Cut! You are going to die soon, and you still help others, it's ridiculous!"

Wang Hao sneered with a sarcastic expression.

Bang bang bang!

The continuous impact of power, the power swept all around.

Some things in the courtyard were all shattered under the impact of spiritual power.

"Huh? That picture is interesting!"

Wang Hao looked at the wall of the courtyard.

There was a painting hanging there, which immediately attracted his attention.

"Brother! Here it is!"

A disciple of the Blood Evil Sect immediately understood, took the things over, and smiled fawningly.

"Ok!"

Wang Hao nodded triumphantly.

Reaching out to take it, he looked at the painting curiously.

When the power erupted just now, he noticed that the painting was not affected in any way, so he was curious.

"Things that attract me must be treasures!"

Wang Hao thought to himself.

He is an emperor-level cultivation base, and things that can make him notice must be good things.

His eyes couldn't wait to look over, and his pupils suddenly widened, his expression extremely shocked.

His whole body seemed to be sucked in, and beads of sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Senior brother! What's wrong with you?"

The disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect felt that something was wrong and asked quickly.

Ji Feixuan stood not far away, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at Wang Hao, the other party's appearance is definitely not pretending.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with that picture?"

She secretly thought.

Sitting on the stone bench, Xiao Tian raised the corner of his mouth, flashing a disdainful smile.

That picture is called Liuyun Sword Intent, which contains the artistic conception of swordsmanship at the emperor level, which is extremely profound.

He thought the sword intent inside was quite interesting, so he took it out and took a look.

I didn't expect the other party to dare to look at it so intently, it's really boring.

puff!

Wang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale instantly.

Ji Feixuan looked puzzled and became even more surprised.

"Brother! Are you okay?"

The disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect hurriedly asked.

Wang Hao's eyes were frightened, and he looked at Xiao Tian who was sitting on the stone bench in the distance.

Hastily said: "Go! Go!"

Swish!

As he said that, he used teleportation directly, as if he was afraid of being killed!

"Brother, wait for us!"

The disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect was a little confused.

What the hell is going on?

He hurriedly chased after his senior brother and left quickly.

The most powerful senior brother Wang Hao has all run away, they dare not stay here.

Ji Feixuan's pretty face was full of doubts, so she left now?

"Is it that painting?"

As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the painting on the ground, and looked over.

"Buzz!"

Looking at the sword intention, he was immediately attracted by the picture inside.

It was a man holding a long sword and posing as a sword dancer.

around him.

The woods are dense and the leaves are slanted. It should be blown by the wind.

It is such a simple picture of sword training, but it contains extremely strong swordsmanship.

Ji Feixuan is also a master of swordsmanship.

So she was attracted by the sword intent contained in it at a glance.

The whole person stood there, staring straight at him.