Chapter 820, Life and Soul and Death, One Thousand Miles

"You are not a Linghu clan. What are you doing here? The man holding a flashing light golden knife asked Li Xuan.

In the first time Li Xuan entered the camp, he had found his trail, but the man did not make a voice to inform the others in the camp. Years of comfort and absolute confidence in his own means have made many bloody practitioners gradually lose their sense of crisis.

Or, any rational monk will not be unfavorable to the blood monks near Qin Wangling.

Therefore, he just hung behind and followed Li Xuan faintly. Just now, when Li Xuan lost his mind, the man saw the opportunity to sweep Li Xuan with a knife, fast, accurate and fierce.

With such a knife, the man thought that even if he could not cut his head with one knife, he would at least catch the other party off guard, but he never thought that at the most critical moment, Li Xuan's body was like a top and dodged his attack.

That kind of action and dodge posture is strangely familiar...

Within the sphere of influence of the Blood Spirit, the young generation of practitioners must watch the battle video of the former high priest Zhu Peng. Although there are not many left, Zhu Peng's every battle can be called a classic, either defeating the strong with the weak, or killing the opponent instantly with the power. All kinds of means are like a textbook as wonderful as a god.

Wearing a black dress with a long sword on his back, coupled with the rather handsome figure and the strange body avoidance method, all of this evoked the memory of the blood practitioner with a short knife, but at this moment: "choke".

A sound of the sword, a sword light like a blazing current star swayed to death, regardless of the front and back, fierce and forceful,

"The person who took your life." With a low sound, Li Xuan pulled his sword out of the sheath like lightning, and hit his opponent with all his hands. His courage and fierce sword was unparalleled, at least he had the brilliance of someone's previous vertical and horizontal killing.

"Vertical...Vertical and horizontal sword formula!? How can it be? Are you the privateness of the high priest... poof."

He could no longer say the rest of the words. He faced the picture similar to the video and looked directly at the vertical and horizontal killing that was regarded as a kendo killing skill by the blood soul clan. The knife-man forgot how to resist for a moment. His heart and spirit were seized by the sword.

One sword tore the air and broke the shape, and two swords flew to cut people's heads. In the next moment, in the strong smell of blood, the man saw a headless body...

"No wonder the high priest in those years can defeat the strong with weakness, suppress people with power, and practice vertical and horizontal swordsmanship. After that, the courage cultivated over the years is indeed unparalleled." With such an idea, the man holding the knife was beheaded in an instant. Rather than being defeated by Li Xuan, he was defeated by the tearing sword in his past memory.

"Well, be distracted by the enemy. What's the use of this kind of heart, no matter how high the cultivation is?" Li Xuan snorted coldly, but he was full of disdain. How could he think of what kind of horror the sword formula he had just used brought to the vassals of the Blood Spirit Ridge. If it is a real blood relative, no matter what, it will not be so bad. However, in an anti-slave team, even among the many vassal practitioners in the Blood Mountain, there is no word "elite".

At the same time, in hundreds, thousands and thousands of miles away, there are tens of millions of soul-inting cards in a dark door.

It's just unusual. What is recorded on these cards is not the name and surname of the deceased, but the spiritual introduction of the living, "The soul and the dead, one thousand miles."

As long as the practitioners recognized by the Blood Spirit Ridge die within the region, no matter what the reason is, the soul card here must be sensed, so that the blood soul clan can respond quickly.

Originally, those low-level practitioners in the anti-slavery team are not qualified to go to the spiritual guide card, but this is Qin Wangling near the bloody city, which pays attention to absolute mastery and control. Therefore, even the waiters who belong to the blood are led to the spirit. Once they die, there will immediately be a high foundation. The hand flies, and the reason is determined.

Therefore, the monk with a short knife in his hand was fearless when facing Li Xuan, just like what he thought in his mind: normally speaking, no man with a sound and rational man will kill blood near Qin Wangling.

Because if you kill the gas refining, there will be a foundation builder to explore, and if you kill the base builder, there will be a space to explore, and so on.

Of course, if you have absolute strength to kill the practitioners who soar in the sky or even walk in the virtual world, then the extremely strong blood family can only pinch their noses and recognize them.

It's just that it's not easy. With the title of the first true spiritual family of the earth star, the direct practitioners of the blood soul clan are not sword practitioners. As long as they open the eyes of the purple soul, they often have the power of leap-level challenges.

The calmness of the past hundred years has made even the most powerful lions exhausted and slack a lot. The old man in the gray robe who was on duty in the Ling Yin Hall watched the golden handwriting on one of the cards disperse, but he got up slowly. Then after the clan's record, he rolled out the spiritual weapon in his sleeve and flew up.

"For a hundred years, more than a hundred years, who dares to touch the tiger's beard of blood? It's probably another engineering accident, but I'm so tired that I have to run a trip. It's bad luck.

If he mutters to himself, the old man who built the foundation in the gray robe is also a vassal monk who joined because of the general trend of blood and soul. Unless the blood monk of the direct line has no future to cultivate or is really tired and lazy, he will not come to guard the spiritual hall no matter what, just like the old man in the gray robe muttered: "Baiduo It's been a year, and no one dares to touch the edge of blood..."

To solve the problem of killing the man with the knife, Li Xuan peeled him like a bare pig, so he found a real way to make money: compared with him messing around in the empty camp, killing people for money is undoubtedly more affordable.

Not to mention other aspects of the practitioners of Blood Spirit Ridge, in terms of basic equipment, he threw out the ten streets of Li Xuan, who was born in Heifengzhai Tubaozi, and opened the storage space bag of the man holding the knife. The flashing spiritual stone in it almost blinded Li Xuan's 24K golden dog's eyes. Of course, it also aroused his very murderousness.

The sake is popular, and the wealth touches people's hearts. In particular, Li Xuan, who tasted the sweetness in it, is like a young lion who has tasted flesh and blood, and his heart is hot and murderous.

He circled a few times in the camp. In the process, Li Xuan met several 'robbers' with similar cultivation. With the advantages of swordsmanship and first hands, Li Xuan almost solved them without damage, but he gradually realized that almost every monk who died under his sword looked shocked, as if I saw something incredible.

"It's inexplicable." He muttered to himself, but when Li Xuan slowly pulled out his sword from a repairer's vest, he suddenly found that there was a middle-aged man in black and red with a green robe on his back.

Li Xuan and the middle-aged man's faces were ordinary and ugly. The middle-aged man slowly walked through his side, then squatted down and pressed his eyes with his eyes closed.

After a long time, he said in an astringent voice, "You are very good. You are excellent in martial arts, and you are fast, steady, fierce, and clean. If not, you can't be able to kill my whole team of brothers."

With the cold words, Li Xuan's heart almost came to his throat. From beginning to end, Li Xuan did not feel the breath of this person in front of him. When did he appear and when he invaded his side? These Li Xuan knew nothing - it can be imagined that his opponent's cultivation must be above himself.

After saying that, the middle-aged man suddenly looked up with his brother's body in his arms. The wind roared at this moment, rolled up the messy hair that he had been covering his side face, and made Li Xuan look straight at a terrible pupil with a red bottom and the purple meteor spinning rapidly in an instant.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill"

The so-called murderous spirit should have been invisible and immaterial, but at this moment, Li Xuan was stared at by the scarlet eyes, but Li Xuan was like a frog forced by a green snake, and his whole body was stiffened under the real murderous intention.

In the real visual perception, Li Xuan seemed to see a whirlpool of blood gushing out in the scarlet pupils of heaven and earth. The terrible madness, full of blood, and even began to be full of unbearable fishy smell between his mouth and nose...

"Bum" his chest was hit and bombarded by a huge force like a heavy hammer. Li Xuan "wow" and directly spewed out a large mouthful of blood. The whole person flew backwards out, fell and rolled far away, and then suddenly got up, but it was the staggered and broken pain between the ribs of the sternum, which was extremely painful.

However, at this moment, the other party's whisper came to his ear: "Don't worry, I won't kill you easily. If I don't peel you alive, how can my brothers close their eyes at ease, ah..." The last sound was like a beast-like roar.

Li Xuan barely escaped from the blood sea fantasy world just now with severe pain. "Iron evil health formula" is exquisite in terms of physique and qi, but it is only average in terms of mental tempering. If not the case, even if the other party has the red eyes of the double purple meteor, Li Xuan will not be robbed of his mind in an instant. You can't defeat the army.

Li Xuan half knelt there and supported his body with the sword in his hand, but he still felt a broken pain in his chest, and his normal breathing became particularly difficult.

"Damn, how can it be the purple eyes of the Blood Spirit Ridge? Damn it. No wonder those monks were so careless just now. Who would have thought that someone would kill the blood soul near Qin Wangling...

It's just that I have also killed him, but there is no way out. It is said that under the blood, a cleaner will also be planted with spiritual introversion and protected by the family. So I not only want to beat him, but also win quickly. Otherwise, I don't know how long it will take to kill the foundation monks of the Blood Mountain. At that time, I'm afraid I don't even have room to escape.

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