The aura on the opponent's body has already been locked by him, so even if he uses any exquisite and superb killing methods, he still doesn't touch even a corner. And the direction, angle and trajectory of each opponent's shot are predicted in advance. If he hadn't reacted too quickly, blood would have been spilled in the sky by now.

The Master of Qifeng Pavilion snorted coldly, and as soon as his body moved, Xuyun Tianjun also took a step forward, shrunk into an inch, and instantly spanned a distance of fifty meters, and a flash of lightning passed away.

Since the Master of Qifeng Pavilion plays the role of a top killer, he will naturally maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times. He will sense any disturbance at the first time, and he is especially keen in predicting danger.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a cold star rushing towards him. Although he didn't know how the other party found his whereabouts, and he didn't have time to figure it out. But he knew that if he hesitated a little at this time, that fierce The cold light would directly pierce his temple. His left arm suddenly stretched out, he avoided the edge of the opponent's sword very deftly, and slapped the incoming sword with a palm.

The power of this palm was so powerful that it knocked Lu Suifeng's killing sword horizontally aside in one blow. Xuyun Tianjun's sword was agile and floating, and his body turned with the sword, and he instantly flashed five feet away. In addition, through the power of rotation, the opponent's remaining strength on the sword was eliminated.

I don’t know what kind of material this silver glove is made of, but it can’t cut with a sword. It is at least an existence above the ninth level. A person can slap a palm against the sharp sword edge, and can avoid it exquisitely. The sword's edge hits the sword's body. This courage and fighting consciousness are beyond the reach of anyone. Only a former top killer king like the Master of Qifeng Pavilion dares to take such a bold and dangerous move.

Hidden in the clouds, the Master of Qifeng Pavilion knew that he was exposed and was about to sneak away again, but unfortunately the other party would not give him such a chance again.

Xuyun Tianjun had already anticipated the enemy's opportunity. With a twist of his wrist, he returned with his sword, a trembling, light sword with no fixed trajectory and direction. The invisible sword energy and sword intention were everywhere, making it difficult to predict what would happen next moment. Where to attack, so that the other party does not dare to act rashly.

In the eyes of the Master of Qifeng Pavilion, there was a flash of cold light in the sky. Every cold light contained a murderous intention. It was difficult to tell the truth from the truth. A wrong prediction was bound to spill blood. I never expected that the opponent's sword power was so weird. It's so sharp that even a small oversight can be caught in it, and dangers abound.

From attacking and killing the opponent to being attacked and killed by the opponent, there are even opportunities to hide and escape. If he had not been a top killer who was used to seeing rough seas, he was in a dangerous situation. Although he was shocked, he did not lose his bearings and did not hesitate at all. In an instant, palm shadows filled the sky, and he shot seven, seven and forty-nine palms in one go. He hit hard, blocked, and received hard. The silver glove was able to withstand the cutting of the sharp blade without being damaged at all.

In the rolling clouds, palm shadows and sword lights flew and collided vertically and horizontally. Harsh roars continued to erupt in the air, and broken clouds flew and splashed in the sky.

The palm shadows are layered on top of each other, rushing out like a tidal wave. With sharp energy, they resolve the incoming mountains of sword shadows one by one. The body keeps drifting left and right, intending to distance itself from the opponent, get out of the attack range, and start again. Melt into the void.

What's depressing is that no matter where he moves, the opponent's sword always follows him like a shadow, like a maggot on the bone. A little cold star suddenly shines out from the airtight palm shadow, and goes straight to his eyebrows like a flying star from the sky. And go.

To retreat, the only way to retreat was to retreat again and again. With the momentum of flying back, while dodging left and right, the dark short spear in his hand suddenly split into two. The two spears instantly flashed a dazzling brilliance, and the cold and sharp spear light shot through the air. When he came out, the sound of gold and iron clashing resounded, and the threatening cold stars that rushed towards him shook away the life-threatening cold stars.

The next moment, the Jedi counterattacked, with continuous gun lights crisscrossing the area. Every shot carried a sharp spear intent, blue light sprayed, and the fatal blow often suddenly rushed out in the illusive light curtain, and its speed was as fast as human beings. His line of sight could not adapt to the light, and Xuyun Tianjun's figure was also shrouded in this phantom gun light.

In the blurry and illusive dance of the gun light, a muffled groan sounded in the dusk, and a puff of blood sprayed out with the sound. Lu Suifeng was caught off guard by the opponent's desperate counterattack. Although he escaped from the opponent's sudden attack, the clothes on his left arm were still A cut was opened by the sharp light of the spear, and he was injured, with blood gushing out.

A fierce sneer appeared on the corner of Qifeng Pavilion Master's mouth. He counterattacked and gained the upper hand. His momentum soared. A round of powerful attacks forced the opponent to dodge left and right, and he had to return his sword to protect himself. The true nature of a killer. At this moment, it is fully revealed, and the body shape is swaying, as fast as the wind, and floating and changeable like the clouds.

As he breathed, Xuyun Tianjun's left side appeared strangely, and the two spears in his hands were shot out again, one to the left and one to the right, one stabbed diagonally under the ribs, and the other stabbed into the abdomen from top to bottom, focusing on the lower part of the opponent's waist. Serial killing is extremely fast.

Poof! The opponent actually crouched down to the ground and launched a counterattack. When Xuyun Tianjun was shocked, the hem of his clothes had been scratched by the sharp spear light, and even his trouser legs were torn open. Fortunately, he dodged in time and did not hurt his skin.

This series of attack changes by the master of Qifeng Pavilion can be described as extremely strange. An ordinary person would probably not be able to escape this disaster. However, Xuyun Tianjun's sword blocked the opponent's dark short spear from an incredible angle, and there was a sonorous sound. The gun was suddenly swung open by a force of potential.

Xuyun Tianjun took advantage of the situation and swung his wrist, struck three times with one sword, and his whole body's aura suddenly changed, swallowing the sky and shaking the earth. He moved forward in an upright and upright manner, without any fancy Xuanyu, his sword split mountains and cracked rocks.

The master of Qifeng Pavilion seemed to be intimidated by the opponent's sudden burst of devouring the sky, and did not dare to confront him head-on. He lost both his spears behind him, and his figure moved in a series of flashes, trying to get rid of the opponent's sword.

However, he was shocked to find that he had been firmly locked by an extremely powerful force of energy. No matter where he moved, there was a torrent of sword light rushing vertically and horizontally. All directions and angles were shrouded by the opponent's fierce sword energy, and the so-called phantom speed had now reached its peak. It is useless to laugh and talk.

Qifeng Pavilion was once the "King" among assassins. Feidan's strength and cultivation were unfathomable, and his trump cards were endless. Although he was enveloped by the opponent's fierce sword power, he did not show any panic at all, and at the same time, there was a trace of panic on his body. There was an aura that contained an extremely cold feeling, like the cold wind coming from the crack in the door, like a knife or a needle.

The next moment, he suddenly saw a wisp of cold light flicking out from his finger, as thin as a green hair. A trace of cold murderous aura penetrated the dense sword net like a ghost, and wrapped around Lu Suifeng's throat like an illusion and a ghost.

It was so fast! It was so fast that it was silent and almost as fast as a millimeter. No one saw the trajectory of this cold light. It was so weird and creepy that it was impossible to guard against. There was no time to dodge or respond. Ordinary people would be afraid at this moment. Has become a corpse.

The life-threatening black hair shone with a cold blue light, only an inch away from the opponent's throat. As soon as the corner of Zi Tianxing's mouth outlined a sinister arc, it solidified. Suddenly, he saw a bright light shining in front of him, heading straight towards him like a flying star from the sky. It flew towards the center of my eyebrows.

Who is faster? Will your life-threatening black hair pierce my throat, or will my sword penetrate your eyebrows first? I bet with my life.

The master of Qifeng Pavilion seems to be timid, but that's not true. After living for tens of thousands of years, he will never fight for shortcomings with passion. The opponent's sword seems to be faster than his own deadly black hair, even more What's more, the strand of black hair he sent out was just a false move to deceive people's eyes.

The figure of the master of Qifeng Pavilion quickly moved away without any hesitation, avoiding the opponent's sword edge. At the same time, he retracted and shook his wrist. The life-threatening black hair suddenly retreated. The next second, he unexpectedly appeared in front of Lu Suifeng. The heart. The sudden change, the real fatal blow, was the fatal heart of the opponent.

"Go to hell!" The cold voice of the Master of Qifeng Pavilion seemed to come from the netherworld, making people's hair stand on end.

This well-planned blow was completely unexpected, and any dodge or hiding was of no use. I could only watch helplessly as the strand of black hair penetrated the chest ruthlessly with a cold luster.

Qifeng Pavilion Master's eyes revealed a cruel light, and a bitter coldness appeared in the corner of his mouth, and then he suddenly froze: the life-threatening black hair that penetrated his chest seemed to have no sense of strength and no obstruction at all.

"No! This is the afterimage clone!" Qifeng Pavilion Master's heart froze, and from the corner of his eye he saw a sword light rushing toward him...

What he was using at this time were completely killer moves, which were cunning, strange and vicious. They were all one-shot killing methods, making it difficult to guard against. However, the opponent he encountered was the nemesis of the world's killers. He could rely on the murderous intent in the opponent. , keenly making predictions in advance. The fierce counterattacks are even more like swords chasing souls and killing people. Each sword is floating, but it covers the vital parts of the opponent's body, making people frightened.

The life-threatening Qingsi went from a strange killing blow to withdrawing and flying back. The opportunity was lost. The master of Qifeng Pavilion could only rely on his ghost-like body skills to keep moving quickly to dodge. And the opponent The speed was as if the wind was everywhere, and no matter how much he dodge, he could not escape the entanglement that seemed to be there.

The opponent casually handed out a sword, and he had to swing several shots to block it. Thrilling scenes were staged again and again, which was really miserable. In a moment, dozens of sword marks were left on his body. If it weren't for his spirit, The force armor protecting the body was splattered with blood in the sky.

The scene in front of me is no longer fighting, but being hunted. The majestic lord of a peak, the existence of the holy realm, is actually being chased all over the void. This is a great irony, and it will definitely be revealed. Make the world laugh.

By this time the two sides were fighting, the setting sun had already set, and a cold moon hung slantingly in the sky.
Chapter completed!