Keng!

The ancient sword lay across the front, blocking the iron rope that seduced the soul.

The spiritual sword that was full of blood burst out with dazzling light.

Clang!

The dragon's roar as the sword struck the iron rope turned into sword energy.

Pours out like a wild waterfall.

Xiong Ran originally thought that his casual display of spiritual pressure and magic power would be enough to kill this man, but he didn't expect that the sword energy like a river would be like encountering an iron wall when it came into contact with the light gray mist in front of him.

It was as if what was in front of us was not mist, but an indestructible mountain.

"How can this be?!"

This is obviously not the time to be surprised.

The iron hook and sickle made of black and red silk threads already showed a sharp and cold light.

As long as he is a little careless, his head will be broken open by that thing.

The cold hook tears apart the sword energy like a river, moving forward together with the majestic mist.

With every step forward, the tall figure got closer and closer.

I didn't see him twisting his skills and casting spells, he just strode forward.

forward.

And he could only retreat.

Retreat again and again!

Xiong Ran's face had become a bit more serious.

He is a genius of the Xiong clan of the Great Instrument Sect. His cultivation level may be suppressed by an unknown wild fox Zen, but how could he be forced to do so?

So, using one hand to parry and the other hand to perform tricks, the mana in the Dantian surged and turned into a ring of fire.

Exploded suddenly.

"Fire is born."

call.

Da Zhen's figure finally stabilized.

Just listen to the sound of snatching.

Abandon the sword on the stone chamber.

The ancient sword, which resembles the azure autumn sky, stands still as if cutting through tofu.

Turn your palm over.

A pair of eight-petal red copper hammers appeared in Xiong Ran's hands.

The hammer is stacked and calcined with thousand-year-old chijing, supplemented by lightning-strike wood to make a short handle of the hammer. The flowing lines form a complete oval seal script, which complements the blazing magic power.

It seemed that as long as he waved the weapon in his hand, whatever was in front of him would be shattered.

Give a loud shout.

The ring of fire around him shrank rapidly.

The robe attached to the body turns into a layer of iron armor and is worn on the body.

Two hammers in hand, wearing iron armor.

The expression on Xiong Ran's face also softened, and he looked again at the tall monk holding an iron hook and wearing a mysterious black robe.

He said coldly: "I underestimated you. I originally thought you were no different from those who follow the trend, but I didn't expect you had other agendas."

Despite this, the disgust in his eyes grew more and more.

At least he is a real villain if he follows the trend.

This person uses clever techniques to hide his cultivation. Such behavior is even more hypocritical.

In fact, from a practical point of view, it is better to be a hypocrite than a real villain.

But when it comes to real judgment, people always prefer those who appear to be the same on the outside.

It just so happened that Xiong Ran didn't like either of these people.

Tu Shanjun looked at Xiong Ran calmly.

He didn't know what Xiong Ran had gone through to have such great malice towards those people. He might have been deceived or hurt, but it had nothing to do with him. He was not interested in other people's experiences, nor was he interested in them.

Pay attention to Xiong Ran’s views.

He just wanted to 'see' the truth of this matter and let Xu Sanniang escape from this vortex.

"No answer?"

Xiong Ran sneered: "Guizhou donkey is still at his wits end."

This was a direct question to Tu Shanjun, because he really didn't know what kind of technique should be used. If it was true, the soul clone with this golden elixir could also use it.

But once the true intention of swallowing souls came out, Tu Shanjun was afraid of killing Xiong Ran.

Killing Xiong Ran will make the whole thing more troublesome.

If it is a spell used in the hell transformation, due to the cultivation of this soul clone body, it is very likely to turn Xiong Ran into a fool.

The art of reshaping one's emotions can lead to obsession.

Spiritual magic is too powerful.

The killing techniques of Taiyi Shengxian Sect still need the support of cultivation.

Jurisdiction...

…

"You...as a major disciple, you shouldn't be that vulnerable, right?"

Tu Shanjun looked at Xiong Ran seriously: "You're dead, it's very troublesome."

Xiong Ran said angrily: "I am so angry."

"Hit me!"

As soon as the hammer fell, a ring of fire arose, and the entire quiet room became part of the sea of ​​​​fire.

"Huh?"

Tu Shanjun let out a light sigh. Under the cover of this fire technique, it was not an ordinary flame at all, but a thunder technique.

The fire is just an appearance, just like the clouds covering the thunder, but in an instant, the lightning has blocked Tushanjun's body. No matter whether he moves forward or retreats, he will be struck by lightning.

Bang.

one strike.

Behind the bronze hammer is a blazing fire in armor.

On the other side, Tu Shanjun, who was holding the hook to resist, was surprised to find that the iron rope in his hand could no longer maintain the shape of the hook.

It turns out that the pair of copper hammers are spiritual treasures.

"I come from a big family and have a good background."

Tu Shanjun twists his tactics and the wind rises.

The wind comes,

Covered by fog.

His figure was like a flying feather. When he turned around in mid-air, he opened his palms and a black-red thread flew out, wrapping around the hilt of the azure ancient sword. With a slight tug, the ancient sword was unsheathed with the sound of a dragon roar.

It flew into Tushanjun's hand.

As soon as the spirit sword fell into his hand, Xiong Ran, who was holding two hammers, was already close.

"I haven't used swordsmanship for a long time."

Tu Shanjun chuckled.

Mana and sword light condensed into obscure ideas, just like floating clouds changing into blue sky.

One stroke.

Ten thousand thunderbolts condensed into a cold front and swept away the sea of ​​fire.

Buzz.

Xiong Ran only felt that the figure in front of him became erratic, and then he could no longer resist, until the blue ancient sword broke through his hammers, which meant that the armor on his body was strong enough, otherwise, maybe the sword would cut him off.

The body will be broken into two pieces, but now there doesn't seem to be much difference.

"Could it be that he is a sword cultivator?"
To be continued...