Chapter 191 Extinction

From a distance, Ling Yunzong's area has become a sea of fire, and there are two people in the air, an old and a young man, looking at each other.

"Self-explosion martial soul"

Zhao Haoran made a decisive decision. This time, it was really a big help. Although Jiansheng was injured, he could never deal with his strength in the latter part of the day.

The two splits rushed to the sword saint like a hungry tiger. The sharp sword light cut the split into pieces, but the self-explosion of the martial soul still brought him great obstacles.

Go! The idea in Zhao Haoran's mind flashed away. Under the tracking of magic, running away was just a way to die.

The sword saint changed back to his body and coughed twice. Looking at the young man in front of him, he was quite afraid. With his strength, he could easily see that Zhao Haoran was just a day's cultivation. There were not a thousand or eight hundred such souls died in his hands. No matter how many he came, he would not care about it.

However, Zhao Haoran is completely different. He relies on his magic power to fight against him. What's more, the strange split can actually blow up his martial soul. I don't know what powerful means have not been used.

Zhao Haoran barely stabilized his body, and the splitting technique made him feel miserable. Two-thirds of his soul power was taken away by the two splits. The power of self-explosion still could not have a fatal blow to the swordsman. The fiery magic power collapsed and disintegrated, and there was nothing more to take on.

Zihuo is powerful, but in the face of a three-day peak strong man, Zhao Haoran does not believe that he will be stupid enough to fight with Zihuo. At this moment, he has fallen into a desperate situation.

Jiansheng's half-white hair has turned white, and there are a few more wrinkles on his face, but the innate arrogance is getting stronger and stronger, like a peerless sword. The sword has come out of the front, and he will never look back without killing the enemy.

Most of the sword light of Wan Jian Guizong also dissipated when killing the fire dragon, but it was still overwhelming, like a guard waiting beside Jiansheng.

"Go!"

seems to refer to the emperor of the country, and the sword saint is the emperor in the sword. His cultivation is in the sword, and countless swords are like thousands of troops and horses rushing.

These swords are many times more powerful than ordinary soldiers. Each of them is a sword saint who practices hard, which contains bitter cultivation and hardships, and the endless murderous spirit forms a strong wind, which is hurt at the touch.

The colorful wings appeared again, and Zhao Haoran's original pale face had no trace of blood. He slowly changed back to his appearance, exhausting almost all his soul power, and there was no way to support the power to hide his appearance.

For such a strong man as Kensei, no matter what kind of appearance has nothing to do with him, his breath cannot be changed.

The hurricane under the flashing wings entangled with the murderous wind, and the sword light stabbed the colorful protection, making a ping-pong sound.

The swordsman nods slightly, "Your strength is really strong. If I hadn't killed my beloved apprentice, I wouldn't have had the patience to waste you. Don't worry, I will set up a monument for you and die in my hands."

Zhao Haoran's eyes are full of unwillingness, but he also knows that what Jiansheng said is the truth. At this moment, he is already the end of the crossbow, and although Jiansheng is seriously injured, he still has extremely strong soul power.

"What other magical power do you have? I, Zhao Haoran, took it." Zhao Haoran tried his best to calm down. There are no unsolved problems in the world.

Jiansheng laughed and said, "Well, well, since you have requirements, I'll show you my strongest magic power. I haven't had such a straightforward opponent for a long time."

"Silence"

The sword saint's face was unprecedentedly solemn, like a devout believer praying for something. Time solidified at this moment, and the sword light quietly stopped and did not continue to impact Zhao Haoran's colorful protection.

Quiet! Zhao Haoran could hear the heartbeat quietly. He felt as if he had come to an isolated place, and there were only him and Kensei in the whole world.

The sword light suddenly began to gather rapidly. In a breath, a long black sword appeared in front of him, three feet long, depicting complicated runes on it, which made Zhao Haoran breathless.

The destructive power became more and more powerful with the movement of the sword, and the surrounding space began to break one after another. The small cracks were dense like cobwebs, and the target of the black sword pointed directly to Zhao Haoran's eyebrows.

The speed of the long sword was not fast, but Zhao Haoran found that it was extremely difficult to even move his fingers, as if he was pressing a mountain.

The dull heartbeat makes people want to shout out, which is destruction!

Zhao Haoran can feel that this magic power of Jiansheng should be comparable to the word Yan in Huo Yanyan, with his own law. This is the rule of Jiansheng's independent creation. In his world, there is only the power of destruction.

Suddenly, Zhao Haoran suddenly remembered the divine operator, the strong man who claimed to calculate the world.

This breath is similar to the time when the divine operator covers up the killing spell. Although the two have no connection on the surface, they are actually destruction and domineering destruction without any reason.

Only self-respect is only detached from external things, but destruction controls the fate of all things. The gap is really too big. The sword saint's cultivation is longer before he passed on his half-life domineering sword spirit to Qing Song.

With a trace of enlightenment in his mind, Zhao Haoran closed his eyes and his hands began to change rapidly. His heart was empty, as if he had become a divine operator on the grassland. No matter how big the world is, nothing can escape my control.

The turbid eyes of Jiansheng flashed with light. This son is really good and can understand it under his own magical power. Unfortunately, the hatred is irreconvincing, and no one can change it. There is no doubt that he will kill!

The black sword felt the mind of Jiansheng, and the breath of destruction seemed to destroy everything in the world and kill all creatures.

The breath enveloped Zhao Haoran's whole body, but he was immersed in his own world. He didn't know when his hands still stopped.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword saint was shocked, showing an incredible look. Unexpectedly, he broke through, and it seemed that there was something different on his body.

The black sword penetrated Zhao Haoran's eyebrows as usual, and the breath of destruction crushed the surrounding space, and only Zhao Haoran stood calmly.

"Extinction"

The black sword trembled violently, and the breath of destruction was pulled out of the sword body. The unspeakable mysterious feeling made Zhao Haoran like a fish in water in such an environment.

With Zhao Haoran's seal, the powerful word "extinction" emerged in mid-air, which was much smaller than when the divine operator covered up at that time, but his breath was not bad at all, and he suddenly hit the black sword.

did not make a sound. The two collided, and the black sword melted like ice and snow and slowly disappeared.

The swordsman's face is getting older and his face is wrinkled. This black sword is the crystallization of his lifelong cultivation. Now it has become nothing, and his limit has arrived.

The word was extinguished into fragments, and Zhao Haoran fell from the air like a broken kite. His body was empty and could no longer support it, but Fortunately, he was not injured.

The sword saint fell down slowly, walked to Zhao Haoran and whispered, "What kind of magic power is this?"

"Killing spell."

"Good name, good name." Jiansheng smiled and said, "It's regrettable to see such a powerful magic power in this life."

Sitting on the ground cross-legged, Kensei closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth, but he could no longer wake up.

Zhao Haoran sighed. Kensei is a respectable strong man. If it hadn't been for his serious injury, I'm afraid that the killing spell would not have hurt him. However, the different positions of the two decided that they could not become friends. Unfortunately, he accepted a disappointing apprentice.

The crisp sound came into his ear. Zhao Haoran looked down and took a purple token from Jiansheng's body. He picked it up and put it in his arms. What could be collected by Jiansheng must not be ordinary.

Zhao Haoran's soul power recovers very quickly, probably a little soul power, and it will take a lot of time to fully recover.

He raised his hand and pointed, and a neat hole appeared at his feet. Zhao Haoran carefully put the body of Jiansheng in it. As a respectable strong man, let him leave the world with his most proud thing.

Except for the naturally fallen token, Zhao Haoran did not search for the body of Jiansheng, which was the last dignity left to him.

"Who is it? Come out." Zhao Haoran frowned and didn't know when many soul people were surrounded nearby. When he fought with Jiansheng, he was shocked. He could detect the abnormality on this side, and it was normal to attract soul people to watch the battle.

However, when the two used their magical power, it was really terrible. No one dared to get too close, but just watched from afar and came over when the aura of heaven and earth was normal.

When the two tigers compete with each other, there must be a injury, and most of them come with the intention of taking advantage.

"No wonder, senior, I'll just wait to see what's going on here."

"Get out of here after reading it." Zhao Haoran showed no mercy at all. There were about dozens of souls, several of whom had a one-day cultivation, which was also a strong strength.

Zhaoran's face is really strange. He has never heard of this character on Huang Moxing. It seems that Jiansheng died in his hands, but he should have been seriously injured. Isn't this a good opportunity?

Looking at the hesitant look of the crowd, Zhao Haoran also made it clear in his heart. If he wanted to take advantage of the fire, he had to see if he had that strength. With a cold hum, the ancient corpse of Jinfu appeared again.

The soul man who spoke just now rushed up. He was just the cultivation of the soul man for a day, and he became the belly of the ancient corpse.

How dare the rest of the people stay again and flee in a hurry.

Zhao Haoran shook his head and raised his hand, and a stone monument more than one person high rumbled on the ground.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Haoran raised his command, "The Tomb of the Sword Saint".

The fierce sword spirit seems to break out. Although Zhao Haoran has not practiced kendo, he can still imitate it. Such a stone tablet is not in vain to waste the reputation of the sword saint.

There are too many young people. Zhao Haoran suddenly understood that even if he didn't take away the relics of Jiansheng, the rest of the souls would pay attention to him. After all, his reputation is out.

After taking out several crystal nuclei, Zhao Haoran was determined to put a lost array, which could not only ensure that Kensei would not be harassed, but also protect the cute girl's grave.

The road is simple. Now it has broken through to the cultivation at the beginning of the second day, and Zhao Haoran's understanding of the array has also deepened. However, he hurriedly counted the time and completed a large array, but it only has the effect of confusing the sight. From the outside, this is a bare sand dune, and even the three-day soul is difficult to see through it at a glance. After all this, Zhao Haoran was relieved.

Standing in front of the girl's tombstone, I still can't help feeling sad in my heart, "Qingsong is dead, and you can go at ease. If you really have a next life, I hope you and Xiaobin can be an ordinary peasant couple and stay together for a lifetime."

The road of cultivation is not so easy to go. The journey is full of hardships and ups, and it is difficult for those who are not great perseverance and great wisdom to survive safely.

He took out the burning knife in the jade space and remembered Lei Teng. I don't know how the cheerful man is now. Zhao Haoran suddenly took two bites, dragged his steps and gradually drifted away. Although this road is difficult, he must continue to go on. Whether it is for Zhao Jiazhuang's hatred or Haiya, he must unswervingly become stronger. .

(It's still a big chapter, but it's not as much as yesterday. I can't help but feel sad when I see the collection falling down. No more nonsense, and everyone doesn't like to read it, just three words, "Ask for a red ticket"!)