Prince Qiao moved. This time, he only used one sword to condense all his mental power, blood, and even a sword of all luck, and a sword that forgot everything...

With the blessing of drifting technique, step out one step, like shrinking into an inch, flashing away...

A faint sound of the dragon roar from the Lan Yin Sword, and a colorful glow appeared on the long sword.

At this moment, outsiders discovered that the Lan Yin Sword seemed to have turned into a colorful real dragon, passing through the gap between the sword energy hit by the two big clones of Taiyi and the two.

While setting off the sword, Wang Ziqiao also used the bone shrinking magic skill, and his body seemed to have shrunk three times in an instant.

The sword aura that was shot out by one of Taiyi's clones flashed over Wang Ziqiao's head; as for the sword aura of another clone, it passed through Wang Ziqiao's feet.

The next moment, the Lan Yin Sword had already drawn an arc in the air and slid past the neck of one of Taiyi's clones, but the blue arc did not stop and hit the chest of another clone.

This is a blow, an extremely fast twitch.

Everything was still, only the two blood-red sword energy about one meter continued to rush forward. Wherever we passed, sand and stones flew, and two long cracks broke out on the ground. The sword energy hit the walls of the house in front, and the house collapsed, destroying three houses in a row, and the sword energy disappeared.

The three people in the yard stood on the ground without moving, and Taiyi's two clones were still in an attacking state. However, one of them had a blood line on their necks and the other had a hole in their chests.

Prince Qiao killed two people with one sword, which was so hard that it was hard to believe that no one could even see how it was killed.

After a long time, one of Taiyi's two clones turned into a mass of blood, while the other clone fell to the ground and died with his eyes closed.

Prince Qiao held the sword in both hands, with the right hand in the ink attack behind her back, and the left hand in the Lan Yin Sword was on her chest. She glanced at the Lan Yin Sword and found that there was no drop of blood on it.

"Sure enough, this guy gave me a lot of inspiration. It doesn't take much to draw a sword. Sometimes it's enough to just have a sword, but you have to concentrate all the power you control.

The magician has strong mental power, which can predict the opponent's attack location, and can mobilize every inch of resources in the body, even the energy, blood and natural elements outside the body, for just one sword, but this sword is more tired than the total attacks before!" Wang Ziqiao said in his heart.

Lifting his eyes, Wang Ziqiao looked at the other twelve people from the Demon Sect, wondering how the Demon Sect would react if they were killed? Will the level seven old guy be dispatched?

Just kill one and kill ten and keep all of them!

Prince Qiao moved, shaped like a storm of wind, and the afterimage lengthened and rushed towards the two sixth level.

"Escape!" The two level six reacted first. Taiyi was not an opponent, and his group of people were just looking for death if they stayed here!

After a roar, the two early stages of Level 6 suddenly disappeared.

But Wang Ziqiao's magic wand could be found to be invisible, so with a sword, there was only this blue light left between the world.

Pour!

Two level six were killed by Wang Zi Qiao's sword, although they were five or six meters apart.

As he danced, Prince Qiao Shan was among the remaining ten level five people, wherever Lan Yin Jian passed, his corpse was two points.

This time, the people from the Mosha Sect were all killed in an instant.

Prince Qiao landed on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, panting.

In his eyes, there is no difference between masters and low-handed. Killing a strong man is like cutting grass and trees, with the same strength and speed. In his opinion, only in this way can one temper his own sword power.

Just like Dugu Wuchen realized the sword art through the word "Kunlun", if you don't draw a sword, you will do your best once you draw a sword. The spirit needs to be raised and the sword power needs to be raised. No matter whether you are facing a stone or a peerless strong man, as long as you draw a sword, it will be regarded as an enemy of life and death, with only enemies in your eyes, no strength or weakness. It is also the so-called "blood will be seen when you draw a sword, otherwise you will never die.

Only in this way can one hone his spiritual strength and make people feel that the pressure doubles at first glance.

This is the power of momentum. If a peak master of level 6 encounters a master of level 7, not only will the true energy in his body be inferior, but more will be suppressed by the general trend of level 7 masters, and his combat power will inevitably be reduced, just like a ghost can scare people to death.

Wang Ziqiao felt that momentum is not necessarily the patent of a level seven expert. If a level six expert is hard-working, he can also understand the "momentum". However, the internal strength of a level seven expert has been completely transformed into true energy, and can communicate with external elements, maximize the momentum, and even spread out of the body, affecting the enemy's spiritual willpower.

In a battle, Wang Ziqiao understood a lot, stood up, his sharp edge was introverted, his mouth was smiling, and he threw out two jade talismans and spelled spells. The jade talisman turned into a skeleton ghost slave and rushed towards the corpses.

The priest Hideo Oshima ignored the two near level six primary ninja corpses, but ran towards the Taichi's corpse, looking extremely happy.

Seeing this, Takeda Masao also ran away with a pretty good body of Xiang Taiichi, intending to compete with Hideo Oshima.

"Baga, get out, there is a spell in this Taiyi soul. Do you know how to resolve the spell? His soul will not dissipate and condense the two souls of heaven and earth. You can't eat it at all. I, the priest, need to save him first before he can swallow it. Do you understand?" Hideo Oshima's skeleton mouth moved up and down, and spoke up.

Takeda Masao was stunned for a moment and said, "Just just teach me?"

"I will teach you later!" Hideo Oshima pushed Takeda Masao away with dissatisfaction.

Takeda Masao hummed: "I'm still a priest, now you are like me, and you are all ghost slaves!"

There was no way, he could only eat the other two early stage souls of the sixth level.

Prince Qiao also focused on Hideo Oshima. This guy was indeed extraordinary. This was the first time he heard that ghosts could save ghosts.

But Hideo Oshima had this ability and did not take long. He held the divine wood card in his hand and saved Taiyi's soul, leaving behind a pure two souls of heaven and earth, which was eaten by him. It seemed that his cultivation had improved again. Perhaps if he had eaten some more, he could break through level 6 and reach the level 7 Ghost King level.

After eating, he saved Prince Qiao a lot of trouble. After a few gambles of mouth, a ball of flame appeared on the skeleton's palm, and he threw it on Hideo Oshima's body. In a moment, the body turned into a pile of dust.

"Master!" Junko Matsuhara and Tomosa Matsuhara came to Prince Qiao, with a solemn expression.

"I know what you are worried about. When the level seven master comes, I will deal with it. If you can't beat it, you can just run away. Besides, outsiders don't know that I am the one!" Wang Ziqiao replied.

Songsha Matsuhara didn't say anything. Now he and Wang Ziqiao are equal to prospering and destroying each other. As long as Wang Ziqiao has confidence, he will not be able to say anything.
Chapter completed!