I, Panda, am super fierce!

In just this short period of time, a few more auras were added to the outside, and one of them was tyrannical, not inferior to him.

It seems that this is the god transformation period who sits in the dark pavilion.

There was a sneer on his lips, Si Heng had a black sword in his hand, raised his hand, and swiped it forward.

The outer wall made of the hardest wood was laid out in layers of formations, and it was easily cut open like tofu in water, revealing a porch for one person to pass through.

Si Heng just walked out.

A net has already been laid outside the dark pavilion. It was a killing formation set up by several Nascent Soul monks and more than 50 Golden Core monks, mobilizing most of the backbone of the Sanxiu League.

As soon as Si Heng came out, a sword flew towards him, his expression remained unchanged, and another sword flew over.

The sword formed by the formation turned into powder in an instant, but before it stopped, two more swords stabbed at him, and after being chopped into pieces, they turned into three, six, nine...

The sword shadows attacking him became more and more dense, and finally Si Heng was surrounded. The monk who presided over the formation was already pale and crumbling, but their eyes were bright. The man had already consumed a lot of mana in the early stage. Persevere for a while, and that arrogant cultivator will die on the spot.

These monks had no delusion that they could kill Si Heng with the formation. There was an insurmountable moat between the transformation stage and the Nascent Soul stage. Even if there were twice as many monks presiding over the formation, there would be no other results.

The formation is just a cover, and the real trump card has already been lurking. Just when Si Heng was trapped by thousands of sword shadows, a bright silver sword light mixed with it and attacked Si Heng's upper dantian.

The cultivator hiding behind the sword light had a calm expression, without the slightest excitement about his approaching hand. This was not the first cultivator he had killed, nor would it be the last.

But just when the sword light was only a little distance away from the monk's head, there was a sudden clang sound, and the sword was stopped. Si Heng took a step back, raised the sword and swept across, thousands of sword shadows disappeared, and all the monks in the formation spit out a mouthful Blood, passed out.

The sneak attacker was inevitable and appeared in front of Si Heng, but there was still no emotion on his face.

The man in front of him was a little lower than him. He hid in the killing array before because he was afraid of trouble and wanted to hit him with one blow. Now it doesn't matter if he is gone.

The monk thought, smiled at the man holding the sword, and suddenly disappeared.

Si Heng was not surprised, he took a step back when the monk on the opposite side disappeared, and his figure floated to the rear strangely.

His retreat caused the monks of the Sanxiu League to miss. Just when the monk wanted to continue looking for opportunities, a sudden chill hit him. He hurriedly avoided, but Si Heng had already seen his thoughts, and Jian Guang suddenly appeared in front of him. Another place pointed directly at the dantian, and the monk couldn't avoid it. He hurriedly avoided it, and the blade of the sword deviated and pierced into the lower abdomen.

The dantian was not damaged, and before the cultivator had time to rejoice, the opponent's attack came before him again.

It was very hot outside, and Yi Zhou didn't feel well in his sleeves.

The surrounding world turned upside down, Yizhou suddenly fell from the sky, and before he could get up, he was bumped and rolled twice.

After finally waiting for the world to calm down, Yi Zhou got up from the ground, shook his head, and brushed away the hair covering his face.

"What happened outside?" He whispered to himself, but he also knew that something terrible must have happened, otherwise Si Heng would not have thrown him to this place.

Without the ability to help the master, the only thing Yi Zhou could do was to protect himself well, pulled off his clothes, groped to the side, and pulled up the unconscious Anshun.

Being bumped over and over again, Yi Zhou was already in a mess, but he wasn't miserable.

Compared with him, Anshun, who is a mortal, is even more pitiful.

Without a word of explanation, I opened my eyes and arrived at this place.The surroundings were dark, just seeing one of the elders coming in, before Anshun had time to ask, the surroundings became turbulent.

No stronger than a monk, the fragile Anshun passed out after shaking a few times.

The two people inside were struggling to survive, while the battle outside had reached its final stage.

Seeing that all means had been exhausted, there were more and more wounds on his body, but not even a single ash was stuck on the opponent's body, the monk of the Sanxiu League was already crazy in his eyes, when the opponent was injured in the chest by sword energy once , the surrounding aura suddenly fluctuated.

The expression on Si Heng's face became serious, the sword was raised, and all the surrounding voices disappeared.

He didn't move fast, and fell so lightly, a sliver of light rarely flashed on the jet-black sword.With a sword slashing down, the cultivator who had exploded halfway lost his movement just like that.

The divine light in his eyes disappeared, and his body fell powerlessly to the ground. The moment he landed, the monk's body was split in half from the middle, and the flesh at the break was tender and white, and only after that was blood oozing out.

The aura of heaven and earth became docile again, as if nothing had happened.

Originally, because of the fight between the two, the others retreated a little bit. Later, seeing the monks blew themselves up, Feng Ze, who arrived a little too late, quickly set up a barrier to protect the monks.

But the self-explosion was interrupted, and the dignified cultivator at the transformation stage was beheaded on the spot without even being distracted.

Feng Ze's face suddenly turned ugly.

There are not many high-level monks in the Sanxiu League, and Fengze only has this confidant of Huashen under his command. Without this help, his power in the Sanxiu League will definitely be suppressed in the future.

But it is useless to regret now, the most important thing now is to kill those who dare to resist.

Fengze doesn't take Si Heng seriously, just like the Huashen and Yuanying are separated by a natural moat, the Huashen monk usually has no strength in front of the fit monk.

He walked slowly, but the aura around him became stronger and stronger, and that coercion approached Si Heng directly, trying to break his will with tyrannical force.

"Fellow Daoist, why is this?" Fengze asked Si Heng, looking at the corpse on the ground, with a contemptuous tone: "Fellow Daoist thought that he could kill the monks of the Sanxiu League in the territory of Yong City, and he would be able to rely on the backing of the sect behind him. Do whatever you want?"

"Senior was joking." Si Heng replied, the words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and after he finished speaking, he coughed again.

Fengze was a little surprised that the young monk on the opposite side could still speak, but this was not a big problem, and soon this person would be unable to speak.

Thinking in his heart, Fengze felt a little happier, but there was a trace of regret on his face: "Yongcheng law, murderer pays with life, even sect disciples are no exception."

After he finished speaking, he sighed: "I hope that the actions of Fellow Daoist will make those who come after me feel awe."

While speaking, an exquisite pagoda floated beside Fengze. The pagoda has eleven floors, each floor has four corners, and bells are hung on the corners, which will automatically move without wind.

There seemed to be the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves, and the surrounding suddenly turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Looking at the man who was looking around blankly, Feng Ze tapped on the top of the tower with one hand and said, "Go."

As soon as the words fell, the windows of the eleventh-story tower were fully opened, and the wind chimes rang more urgently. Several black arms suddenly appeared from the ground, with their five fingers hooked, and grabbed Si Heng's feet.

Si Heng chopped off with a sword, and new palms grew out of the severed arm, and the ones that fell to the ground seemed to be liberated and bound, attacking his whole body.

There are more and more palms, and those dark fingers have sharp nails, and the cassock made of silk is as fragile as paper in front of those things.

What's more dangerous is that these nails are obviously poisonous, and they will gradually rot where they are touched.

Si Heng was accidentally rubbed on his arm, and the skin on that area immediately turned dark gray, and the toxin was still penetrating inside, trying to reach the meridians through the skin.

He peeled off the flesh invaded by the toxin, released his magic power, and formed a barrier around his body to resist the attack of his arm.

But those poisons are not only aimed at the physical body, but also at the cultivator's magic power. After a few sessions, the barrier outside the body will lose its effect.

The monk inside was struggling, and Fengze seemed to be in a good mood. He was not in a hurry to kill him, but enjoyed the process of his prey struggling to despair.

As if he felt that the speed was not fast enough, he knocked on the spire again.

In an instant, the crying and howling around Si Heng became louder. The sound can affect people's mind and make people confused.

After that voice appeared, the palm attack became more and more fierce, and Si Heng suffered more and more injuries.

The cassock was torn into pieces, the jade crown fell off, and a black hair fell down. The skin that was originally Ruanyu Nuanyu was covered with black and gray wounds. He held the sword, and his back was straight, but it made people have the desire to abuse.

Fengze suddenly felt that it was a pity to let these little things kill him. He should do it himself and enjoy the appearance of the sect's Tianjiao lingering in his hands.

Thinking of this, he walked forward step by step, stepping into the sea of ​​corpses.

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist?" Feng Ze said softly, but when he spoke, the giant hammer in his hand was thrown at Si Heng.

Just like the previous monk couldn't dodge Si Heng's sword, Si Heng also couldn't dodge this seemingly slow blow.

This is the comprehension of the Tao. If the realm is a little bit worse, the strength will be very different.

The hammer was so powerful that Si Heng flew back under the hammer, and finally fell to the ground. He supported the ground with the tip of his sword, and his palm on the ground didn't miss the chance, and there were several wounds on his body in an instant.

The mana attached to the hammer entered the body and began to wantonly destroy the meridians. Si Heng had to allocate some mana to suppress the intruder who had just entered.

The other party didn't give him time to rest, and he caught up again as soon as he landed.

Fengze's cultivation base is a big realm higher than his, and his understanding of Tao is also deeper.Si Heng's attacks on him would often fail, but he could hardly escape the opponent's attacks.

However, even so, Si Heng didn't have any thoughts of retreating. A swordsman needs to have the courage to move forward without fear.

The wound on his body didn't seem to have any effect on him. Si Heng stared at the other party's magic weapon. The moment it fell, he found a gap, turned around, and dodged it.

The opponent's offensive still didn't stop, Si Heng encouraged him to support him, and resolutely fought back when he found an opportunity. His eyes kept staring at Fengze, and gradually, he seemed to see the ball of thread behind the opponent.

That line is connected to the void, and it doesn't know where it goes. Every time he moves, the thread ball behind the opponent will extend a thread. Those lines become clearer in his eyes, weaving a complicated structure. The structure seems to be perfect, but there is a little bit of regret. .

With another blow of the hammer, Si Heng raised his sword to meet him. He hit the shortcoming, and with a flick of the sword tip, the opponent's sledgehammer was deflected.

For the failure of this attack, Fengze was a little surprised, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued to play with him like a cat and a mouse.

But gradually, the number of times the opponent escaped the attack became more and more, Feng Ze felt annoyed, and his hands became stronger, and at the same time, the palms on the ground became denser and longer.

The world in front of him turned into dense lines in Si Heng's eyes. He saw himself sitting opposite him distractedly, the crying and howling around him disappeared, and the sound of heaven echoed in the air.

The mana that was originally dry became full, and the spiritual energy in a radius of thousands of miles was absorbed. Feng Ze's face was ferocious, and he didn't expect that the person he was playing with would break through at this time.

This was blatantly ignoring him. Fengze raised the sledgehammer again and took a step forward, reaching the top of Si Heng's head. The sledgehammer fell halfway but couldn't move.

The seemingly fragile sword was held against the giant hammer like this, as if it could be broken at any time, but it was always steady.

The whole body of the man under the sword was filled with sharp sword energy. Before Fengze could make another move, the sword energy gathered into a dragon shape and charged upwards.

The dragon-shaped sword is extremely sharp, and everything it goes will be wiped out. Fengze raised the hammer to hide, but the magic weapon did not move at all.

It was a bunch of time delayed by this, the giant dragon had arrived, and the dragon's mouth opened its mouth to swallow him.

The last thing Fengze saw was the sword-shaped tongue, after that the world was dark and he lost any consciousness.

The Linglong Pagoda and the giant hammer that lost their master fell to the ground with a muffled sound, the dragon disappeared, and the surrounding world returned to normal.

Si Heng came out of that mysterious and mysterious state, with no visible wounds on his body. He took out a new cassock and put it on, and went to pick up the two magic weapons.

After confirming the location, he walked out of the city.

The monks who stayed outside watched him leave and looked at each other. Before they were lucky enough to escape death, they saw that everyone in sight was cracked every inch of them.

Someone let out a scream, and then it turned into a puddle of minced meat.

Arriving outside the city, Si Heng suddenly protruded a big mouthful of blood. The injury in the inner palace was not healed, and all the mana was overdrawn in the last blow. At this time, his body was empty, and a random Nascent Soul stage might kill him on the spot.

But those who were present were all dead, and those who were not present were also frightened and did not dare to come.

After wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, the corner of Si Heng's mouth curled up a little, walked to the low slope, set up a spirit gathering array with top-quality spirit stones, and began to meditate.

The spiritual energy in the air was completely extracted, the trees on the low slope seemed a little wilted, and mana cultivation was also quite difficult.

However, Si Heng didn't need much mana, so after running for a week, he opened his eyes.

After confirming that there was no serious problem on the surface, Si Heng waved the two people out.

He walked outside the city and the time he spent meditating was enough for Yizhou to wake Anshun up. When they came out, the two looked pretty good except for their messy appearance.

Yi Zhou took two steps back and stood firm, before seeing the man in front of him.

He yelled and rushed over, throwing himself on top of him.

The man took half a step back to catch him, and squeezed his face with a smile: "Are you scared?"

"No." Although it was dark, it was not difficult for a monk to see at night. Yi Zhou looked the man up and down, and then frowned: "You are injured."

He was quite sure of what he said, and after he finished speaking, he withdrew from Si Heng's arms, not believing the other party's explanation, and pulled the man to sit down.

Then he took out the storage bag and poured out all the top-quality spirit stones in it, and a pile of stones suddenly appeared on the low slope.

After taking two stones and putting them in Si Heng's hand, Yi Zhou picked up a small part of the remaining stones and set up a gathering spirit formation around them.

It is not difficult to set up the spirit gathering array, but this kind of large Yizhou has not been practiced much, so it is a little slower to set up.

Since he strictly prohibited Si Heng from interfering, the man could only watch from the sidelines. Si Heng was in a good mood and was not annoyed at being treated as a useless person.

After the little apprentice worked hard to set up the formation, Si Heng sat up in meditation holding the spirit stone under his gaze.

The spiritual energy in a radius of thousands of miles had been swept away before, so the spiritual energy absorbed by this gathering array was not from the air, but from the spirit stones that Yi Zhou had piled up outside.

There was mist in the Spirit Gathering Formation, Yi Zhou looked at it for a while, let go of his mind, sat down at a place not too far away, and waved to Anshun.

Anshun's head was still dizzy now, he walked to the side of Yizhou crookedly, made a bow and almost fell off.

Yi Zhou hurriedly grabbed him, Anshun sat down next to him, and called the fairy head honestly.

When they arrived outside the city, no one had chased them after so long, so it seemed that Si Heng had already solved those troubles.

After the crisis was resolved, Yi Zhou's gossiping heart rose again, and he was eager to know why Anshun valued Si Heng at a glance.

Anshun's mind was not clear enough, and after hearing the words, he turned around in his head before he understood what it meant. He smiled at Yi Zhou: "The head of the fairy wrote his identity on it."

Anshun had the best impression of the Taiyan Sect, knowing that they were the number one sect, and the realm Si Heng wrote on the jade slips was a height he had never reached.

As soon as he saw it, An knew by the way that this might be his only chance in this life.