There is a sound of breaking through the air in the mountains.

The man in the mask soon arrived near Nangong Shi. Nangong Shi even clearly felt that this person's body was filled with sword energy, which should be due to dual cultivation, and there was also a sensation of earth energy.

Dual cultivation of sword and earth!

Nangong Shi's eyes flashed because the Master of Qingyi Sword is also a double-cultivation of swords and earth, but as the leader of the Sword Cultivation Alliance, there is obviously no need to act sneakily.

Two or three hundred feet away, the masked man stopped and looked at Nangong Shi.

Nangong Shi was also a person who had seen strong winds and waves, but after only looking at each other a few times, he felt like his scalp was exploding.

The other party’s eyes.

Those eyes were like the eyes of the jackal and old vulture who were going out for food, cold and ruthless, and with a kind of extreme hunger and thirst, on the verge of collapse, and bloodshot.

madman.

This is a crazy and extremely dangerous person!

...

In Nangong Shi's heart, dark clouds came over and felt an unusually bad feeling.

Swish!

Without even saying hello, Nangong Shi turned around suddenly and ran away in the direction behind him. Although he knew that he must be faster than the other party, he still wanted to give it a try.

The other party's eyes were too terrifying.

As soon as he flew out, his figure sank suddenly and smashed towards the ground.

The heavy pressure suddenly fell on his shoulder and smashed him towards the ground like a hammer.

"Senior, please spare me-"

Nangong Shi shouted quickly, and he had always been in front of Mount Tai and had not changed color. At this moment, his face was like earth, and he was in a hurry like a dog with a broken family.

The masked man begged for mercy at him, as if he was deaf, and the expression of the beast-foraging in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

Stepping into the void, walking towards him.

"Senior, I have never messed with you..."

Nangong Shi hurriedly said again, his whole body was already cold and he said tremblingly: "Senior, what do you want? I can give you all my wealth."

"I want... your body... the blood of the sword cultivator!"

It is as deep as the wind, as hoarse as gravel, and has a heart-wrenching smell of madness and death.

Nangong Shi turned his back to the other person, unable to see the other person's expression, but just hearing this sound, he felt a layer of coldness in his body.

At the same time, I also know that I am doomed today.

The indignation and the unyielding intention were finally aroused together. After gritting his teeth, the person used the last method.

The soul explodes!

Nangong Shi's mind moved, and the primordial spirit began to surge out again at the blast of the countercurrent aura.

Although the man in the mask looked like an irrational madman, after he noticed that Nangong Shi's soul exploded, his eyes flashed with a sudden splendor, and a grim look of evil spirit appeared.

Swish!

With a roar of the sound of breaking through the air, the masked man came to the top behind Nangong Shi and slapped it out with a light palm. Nangong Shi's head was not damaged, and the energy had penetrated into the bones.

Nangong Shi's soul suddenly shattered into nothingness.

The self-explosion breath disappeared.

A generation of geniuses died silently in the mountains and fields.

...

The masked man didn't say a word, first tearing open his storage space and took the things together. Then, a little bit on his fingertips, blood splattered out.

The man in the mask opened his hand and took a look. Nangong Shi's blood flew towards the man's palm like a stream flowing backwards.

Blood gathers, and gradually forms a blood-cell-like thing.

At this moment, an abnormality began to arise in the eyes of the man in the mask. In this person's eyes, sadness and self-blame began to arise, and suddenly it turned into the previous cruelty and ruthlessness.

It seemed as if there were two souls fighting for control of the body.

Pain, struggle, anger...

All kinds of emotions are alternately staged in this person's eyes.

"Huh—"

A painful moan began to spread from the person's throat.

But no matter what, this person absorbed Nangong Satoshi's blood and never stopped, as if no matter which soul it was, he had to do this.

After a moment, the blood in Nangong Shi's body was sucked away.

The man in the mask quickly collected his blood and howled with his head in his arms.

"It's mine...it's mine...that's mine...it's my...I'm the real inheritor."

The masked man muttered to himself, muttering strangely like a madman.

call--

After a moment, the man hugged his head and broke into the sky. His speed was unimaginable, as if only in the running to break the limit could the splitting pain be alleviated.

...

Under the blue sky and above the blue field, a painting boat flew away.

There were five or six monks standing on the boat, all of whom were swords and cultivators.

Two of them are Yang Xiaoman and Fan Lanzhou.

During the days when Fang Junmei and Dao Lang were in seclusion in troubled times, this Taiyi Qingling Boat was passed to Fan Lanzhou.

The leader of this team is Fan Lanzhou, but in fact, Yang Xiaoman may be the most unfathomable monk in this team.

Her way of time was unknowingly touched her opponents, which was deeply hidden in her merits and fame. A few of her companions felt that this period was the easiest period for them to do tasks.

call--

Everyone was enjoying the quest to finish their ease and leave the forest of evil insects. Suddenly, a whistling sound passed over their heads.

Looking up, it was the man in mask who killed Nangong Shi.

At this moment, the person's eyes were still intertwined and changed his expression. Seeing Yang Xiaokuan and others below, the terrifying look of foraging again appeared in his eyes, and the speed of flying slowed down.

After staring for a few glances, he walked step by step towards the people.

The speed was not fast, and the spirit of struggling in his eyes was still changing, as if he was struggling to restrain the evil thoughts in his heart.

Everyone looked strangely from afar.

"Second Brother, this senior is not right, go quickly."

Yang Xiaokuan's pupils were clotted a few times, and he sent a message to Fan Lanzhou.

Upon hearing this, Fan Lanzhou turned one direction and fled to the horizon.

...

"Come back, come back!"

The man with madman's mouth sounded again, chasing the direction of Taiyi Qingling Boat, with a strange staggering pace.

Yang Xiaokuan and others on the boat were so anxious that their pupils were condensed. Unfortunately, their speed had reached its limit, so they could only take out swords and look like they were facing a great enemy.

Wuli.

Three miles.

Four hundred feet.

The masked man was getting closer and closer, and the pressure began to be overwhelmed. However, this pressure was a little different from when he suppressed Nangong Shu. It was sometimes there and sometimes there were not, as if it was showing the masked man's struggled heart.

Taiyi Qingling Boat was thrown high and smashed down again.

"Go, go quickly!"

There was another different voice, which came from the mouth of the masked man, and was urging everyone to escape, but he was chasing him again.

Yang Xiaogan and the others were experiencing their scalp, but they also vaguely guessed that if this senior was either obsessed with or had some strange means, he was already on the verge of control and loss of control. Whether he could save his life today depends entirely on the other party being able to control himself.

...

"ah--"

Finally, near a hundred feet away, the masked man let out a beast-like roar.

Swish!

After this roar, the man in mask turned around suddenly and escaped in the distance.

There was still a change in his eyes, but the rational side had obviously appeared a little more.
To be continued...