Chapter 369

The shadow of the God of war is much more solid than that summoned by his disciple Ji Chaoqun, and his facial features are very clear. He holds a long knife in his hand, and the blood light in his eyes soars and is majestic.

Then sun yanghao bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed his blood essence on the virtual shadow of the God of war.

Suddenly, it was like a spark falling into an oil pot. A majestic sense of war, like a raging flame, burned in an instant.

The air was twisting and rolling, and the rocks under my feet seemed to be overwhelmed and cracked around.

At the foot of the mountain, people saw a Heavenly God on the top of Kowloon, looming in the mountain clouds.

The rolling Tianwei scared everyone to kneel on the ground and kowtow and pray constantly.

Chu Jiulong was shocked at this scene and retreated several steps one after another before he was able to avoid this terrible pressure.

"This is sun yanghao's big move to press the bottom of the box!"

"It's terrible!"

If it was him, he wouldn't take it at all.

"God of war bloodthirsty chop!"

Sun yanghao held his right hand falsely, took a step forward and cut it off.

The false shadow of the God of war behind him, like a shadow, cut Li Xiaofan with a knife.

With this knife, the earth shook and the earth shook.

The sharp knife Qi splits the rocks under your feet into a crack several meters long. The vertical and horizontal knife Qi is like lightning breaking the night sky, bringing a moment of light between heaven and earth.

It's also like the sickle reaping life in the hand of death. When it comes out, it's destined to be a sea of blood and blood!

In short, this terrible Sabre gas seems to crush the whole top of Kowloon.

In the sky above, a huge dark cloud gathered and slowly rotated to form a vortex, blocking the sun and a huge shadow over the top of the whole Kowloon.

Li Xiaofan's eyes coagulated slightly. I have to say that the other party's move is still quite powerful.

Shua!

The vertical and horizontal knife Qi fell in an instant, and the glittering cold light swallowed up Li Xiaofan's figure, just like the surging tsunami washed out the thatched house on the bank, which didn't take much effort at all.

Then, there was a deep pit in place, the gravel rolled, and Li Xiaofan had long disappeared.

"Why do you ask? The boy must have been cut to death in the pit!"

"As the old saying goes, a gentleman has to restrain his edge. It's good for this boy to act with a high profile everywhere. He deserves to be killed!"

"Yes, how can Hong Kong allow him to be a foreign monk!"

Chu Jiulong sighed, shook his head and said.

"I expected it to end like this."

"Although Li taixuan is powerful and incomparable to his peers, sun yanghao is too powerful to be compared with the God of ice skates."

Behind him, Jiang Xinran also stood up, sighed, but then said.

"Anyway, I'm lucky to see the competition between these two peerless experts. It's very beneficial to my cultivation and can be regarded as an eye opener."

Although Li taixuan lost, it is undeniable that the other party's power is far more than Jiang Xinran.

If Li taixuan is compared to a world-class long-distance runner, Jiang Xinran is just a toddler. There is too much difference in their level.

Jiang Xinran has a lot of feelings in his heart. They are all peers. The gap between himself and Li taixuan is like a world apart.

On the top of Kowloon, sun yanghao took back his long knife and breathed a sigh. Just now he cut, but he burned his own life yuan.

The aura of the elixir field is almost exhausted, the muscles and veins are aging and broken, the bones begin to wither, the teeth are also lost, the hunchback is bent, and the face is covered with wrinkles, just like the withered pine bark, full of the Qi of dusk.

You know, although sun yanghao is already in his eighties, he originally looked like a child with white hair, a fairy spirit, a bright skin and no wrinkles.

Now in the blink of an eye, it seems to take away the vitality of the whole body, almost like an old man who wants to step into the coffin.

But it's worth it!

Sun yanghao's shriveled lips muttered.

"Boy, you should be honored to die under my unique skill."

Just as he had just finished his words, a faint voice came from above.

"Oh, it's too early for you to be happy."

Sun yanghao was surprised at the speech and quickly looked up.

He saw a young man with his hands on his back in the air tens of meters above his head. The roaring mountain wind blew his clothes and robes and made a sound of hunting, just like a God. He looked down at the people with an indifferent face, no joy or sorrow.

"This... How is it possible!"

Sun yanghao was so frightened that his eyes were about to fall out, and his face was shocked.

Li Xiaofan condescends and says calmly.

"Nothing is impossible."

"Just now you cut me, and now you take my sword!"

After speaking, he pointed to a stroke in the air. "The seventh move of Xuantian sword!" "dragon flies nine days!" Shua! The sword's momentum was like a startling flood, its Qi ran through the sky, and cut at sun yanghao like lightning. This sword is as fast as the wind and as angry as fire! The sword Qi stretches for three thousand miles, and one sword shines on 19 continents! With powerful sword Qi, he nailed sun yanghao in place and couldn't move at all. Xuantian sword technique is the foundation building sword technique of Xuantian sect. It is for the immortal family disciples who have just entered the school. However, the road is very simple. If you can master this sword technique and practice it to the extreme, you can also exert great power. Moreover, the more backward, the more powerful the sword move will be. What's more, sun yanghao is just a mole ant and mortal. When did he see such immortal family skills. The sword light made the whole top of Kowloon chilly. Chu Jiulong and the cloth bag Taoist priest and a few experts standing on the top of Kowloon could no longer bear it and knelt directly on the ground! The sword light is like a meteor, fleeting. On the top of Kowloon, a sword scar nearly ten meters long was left, which was shocking. Next to it, there was a corpse, which was cut into two sections by blocking the waist. It was sun yanghao. Until his death, his eyes were still full of horror, and his mouth didn't have time to close. Li Xiaofan hovered in the air and hunted in long clothes. He was like the God of war returning triumphantly. His awe inspiring murderous spirit shocked everyone. His indifferent voice seemed to reach the earth from the heavenly palace above the nine days, and echoed in the valley. "Who else disagrees!" Chu Jiulong and the preacher of cloth bags and other experts knelt down on the ground one after another. Down, there are experts such as Qishan and Mr. Shi. They are halfway up the mountain and kneel down. Jiang Xinran was also pulled to her knees by her master. She had the courage to look up at the sky. She always felt that the figure was too familiar and too similar to Li Xiaofan. After all, she has not yet entered the inner strength, and her eyesight is naturally inferior to that of Master Chu Jiulong. Li Xiaofan is suspended in the air at an altitude of tens of meters, equivalent to a dozen storey building. How can ordinary people stand at the bottom of the building and see the appearance of people on the roof? They can only see a vague outline. "Li Xiaofan, Li Xiaofan, I really should let you come and see Li taixuan's peerless demeanor!" "hum, you are powerful, and you are only limited to the small puddle in Haidong. Can you compare with Li taixuan!" "I follow my master and am qualified to kneel here and look up at Li taixuan standing at the peak, but I'm afraid you don't even have this qualification." "From this point alone, my horizon level is much higher than you!" "if I have the opportunity, master will take me to know Li taixuan. Once I get to know such big people, my value will rise. How can you compare with me then!" At the thought of his pride, Jiang Xinran let out a cold hum of disdain from his nostrils, and knelt down more and more piously, as if Buddhists were paying homage to the Western Buddha.