When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

A thousand years of time.

He didn't have many things, so once he had them, he devoted himself to research and development.

Especially "dream"

It was not Li Changxiao's Qingping sword that wiped out the wide neck.

But "dream".

Li Changxiao called this ability "Dreaming Silk".

Because Zhang Kuo is a killer and has killed countless people, usually with one blow, mostly on the neck and throat.

When he was fighting Li Changxiao, he almost aimed at the neck and attacked.

This strong purpose and obsession gave him something like a "dream" invisibly.

Only Li Changxiao could see this "dream", so he weaved it into invisible threads based on Zhang Kuo's "dream".

The moment he pulled it out, his neck was cut open.

As for the quick sword draw, it was just a bluff.

Zhang Kuo made a sound.

Fell to the ground.

The scene was eerily silent.

There was only the sound of howling wind and sand.

Li Tianxia touched her neck, and the hairs stood on end.

Li Tianyu even took half a step back unconsciously.

People who know Li Changxiao know that he always takes action like this.

In the beginning, humans and animals were harmless.

But get serious.

It makes people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts. His terror is not in the overwhelming aura of terror, not in the overwhelming spiritual energy, nor in the superb techniques.

But it's incomprehensible and ridiculously weird.

But no one understands him.

There is only one kind of person who knows his horror...dead people.

This moment.

The down-and-out swordsman dressed in white and drinking heavily.

The feeling of oppression is no less than that of anyone else.

Zhang Kuo is dead.

Completely dead.

His death cast a shadow over everyone.

Inform everyone.

Here they are...

Just golden elixir.

If you are a golden elixir, you will die.

If you still retain your arrogance and fail to recognize the situation clearly, the same will happen.

Zhao Qing was as shocked as anyone else, and she didn't know how Li Changxiao did it.

Li Changxiao's Qingping returned to her sheath again.

At this moment, Chen Xiaohu and the Corpse Puppet Man felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They took dozens of steps back, and their scalps almost exploded.

Li Changxiao's Jiang Python Sword Intent completely transformed into a dragon, making waves. A strong wind arose between the sky and the earth, there was a violent thunder, and it started to rain heavily.

He took the initiative and appeared behind the corpse puppet man's body without any warning. During the whole process, no spiritual energy fluctuations were released, and it was not a means of teleportation or escape.

It's hard to touch and see through, like a ghost, but more mysterious than a ghost.

The head of the corpse puppet man has long been separated, and one head is floating in the sky, occupying God's perspective, otherwise he would not be able to react at all.

The headless body aroused the coldness all over, and he immediately turned around and punched.

In the end, he missed the target and punched the air.

It's a shadow!

The pupils of Heiqing's head shrank, and he immediately realized something.

I heard the sound of wind coming from above.

Look up.

I saw the swordsman in hundreds of clothes, who didn't know when he appeared above his head, spitting a mouthful of wine at him, and then thrust a sword into the top of Heiqing's head from above!

The head, as stiff as alien black iron, came into contact with the long sword, and violent sparks burst out.

The corpse puppet man's face was twisted, and he made a babbling sound from his mouth, trying his best to resist the sword.

Li Changxiao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and bursts of dragon roars came from the sword's edge, urging the dragon's sword intent to the extreme!

"Pfft!"

"Boom!"

Blood flowers burst out from the top of the black and blue head.

Immediately afterwards, it fell quickly and was filled with dust. When a strong wind blew, everyone saw that the long sword penetrated the head and nailed it to the ground.

"No…"

The corpse puppet man roared unwillingly.

The light in his eyes completely disappeared.

Also dead.

The limitations of the compass are unreasonable.

To die is to die.

The master of Pingtian Palace once used this treasure to complete assassinations across three realms, shocking the world and establishing the name of Pingtian Palace.

Now, Li Changxiao killed two masters of Void Refining in a row.

It's not too much of an exaggeration.

I saw Heiqing's head being penetrated.

The headless body suddenly spurted out blood from its neck and fell straight down, staining the yellow sand with blood.

This moment.

The demon scholar Chen Xiaohu would have expected this scene if he was facing a formidable enemy.

I thought I would use the Ping Tian Compass.

It will reduce the cost of this attack.

But what if... such a monster appeared?

He turned to look at the fortune teller behind him. The fortune teller had a solemn look on his face, and he obviously did not expect this situation.

The demon scholar Chen Xiaohu made up his mind.

He was full of evil spirit and looked at his tiger.

The tiger roared, came to him, and rubbed his body with its head.

"It's hard on you."

Chen Xiaohu gently stroked the tiger's head.

In an instant, his eyes widened, he grabbed the tiger's neck and pulled hard...

Separation of flesh and skin.

It was terrifying, the tiger was whining but not resisting at all.

I saw Chen Xiaohu extracting the tiger's vertebrae and ribs bit by bit...

Bloody.

Form a...tiger head bone knife!

But the others' swords merged into one, and the tiger's roar shook the sky. The tiger's head showed a fierce look, bloodthirsty and ferocious.

I saw Chen Xiaohu slashing with his sword.

The sword intent condensed into a ten-foot-tall blood tiger. The roar alone caused Zhao Qing to vomit blood, and his injuries were a bit more serious.

"Seven Blades of Blood Tiger!"

Chen Xiaohu's face was already full of ferocious smiles, he had forgotten the fear of death and just wanted to vent as much as he could.

On the other side.

Li Changxiao's dragon sword intent was pushed to the extreme.

He unscrewed the cork and took a big gulp, and the spicy smell of the sword emperor ginger entered his body.

The sword intent on his body became more intense.

The blood tiger and the dragon started fighting.

The blood tiger bit the dragon's neck, and the dragon slapped the blood tiger away with its tail.

In addition to the competition between the sword intent and the sword intent.

Li Changxiao and Chen Xiaohu, with swords and knives, also fought fiercely.

"First knife!"

Chen Xiaohu shouted, and the knife power was unmatched.

The blood tiger knife also surged and became stronger.

"Block!"

"Second knife!"

"Third knife!"

...

"Fifth knife!"

"Sixth knife!"

One knife after another, with each knife, the blood tiger became more and more terrifying. By the sixth knife, the blood tiger with knife intent had completed its transformation into a demon...

It became a physical existence.

The dragon was slapped apart.

Li Changxiao was also shocked by the knife and his hands and feet were numb, flying dozens of meters.

At this moment.

Chen Xiaohu spread his legs, held the tiger-head bone knife with both hands, raised it high, and was about to swing the seventh knife.

If this knife was swung.

The power was so great that it was unimaginable.

However, how could Li Changxiao let him do as he wished?

Every step he took was within Li Changxiao's expectations.

The seven knives of the blood tiger have a fatal weakness.

That is, when the sixth knife ended and the seventh knife had not been swung, there was a moment of weakness.

Li Changxiao was waiting for this moment!

The dream silk he carefully woven had already spread all around.

He just pulled it gently.

The dense, blue silk threads interwoven in the air took shape.

Chen Xiaohu, who was holding the tiger-head bone knife high, had already been surrounded by the dream silk without realizing it.

Li Changxiao flicked his finger lightly.

The dream silk trembled slightly, like the strings of a musical instrument being played. This weak tremor continued to transmit along the dream silk...

It was just a moment.

Chen Xiaohu's blood splattered, and thousands of scratches appeared on his body in an instant!

The knife force of the blood tiger's seven knives was interrupted, forming a backlash. The blood tiger, which was already like a substance in the air, turned around and swallowed Chen Xiaohu!

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