As soon as he finished speaking, two figures, one red and one black, activated at the same time!

Colliding into each other!!

"Ding!"

Sparks flying!

A pair of short knives collided with a long knife!

Two pairs of beautiful eyes so close together send each other a cold light!

"Zi...Zi..."

There were bursts of harsh friction sounds between the blades.

Both of them clenched their silver teeth and competed with their internal strength with their swords.

"Your lover has a good skin." The Blood Knife Guard woman said with a ferocious smile.

"I hope you will also have a sweet lover in your next life." Bai Kui sneered and returned the favor.

Then I heard the two of them shout loudly at the same time, and suddenly withdrew the force on their swords.

"Whoosh!"

The two figures were scurrying around, coming and going. The sound of weapons clashing was rapid and slow, and it was hard to tell who was superior.

Seeing that Bai Kui and the woman were equally matched, Su Wangting breathed a sigh of relief.

Yin Chengliang stared at the broken knife in his hand and said helplessly: "I...who should I help? I have never practiced the knife-breaking technique!!"

"You rest."

As he spoke, Su Wangting sheathed the soul-eating knife in his hand and opened his hands to the ten blood-sword guards who slowly surrounded him.

"Look at this posture, are we going together?"

Quan Lixian's face was livid, and he said with a sinister smile: "Kill two of my disciples, do you think I will still be polite to you!? Huh, you are a rare talent, you can actually force me to use ten blood sword guards to deal with you, you

It’s a worthy death!”

"Come."

Su Wangting didn't talk nonsense. He held the handle of the knife in his hand and bent his knees slightly.

"Hmph, the sword drawing technique of Hwarang Sword Technique." Quan Lixian squinted his eyes and looked at the long sword on Su Wangting's waist, "Ten pairs of sharp swords are attacking you in a group, no matter how fast your sword drawing technique is, it will not help.

"

After a pause, Quan Lixian's eyes flashed with cold light, and he shouted: "This body technique is extremely fast!! Seal his retreat and kill him quickly!!"

"yes!!"

"Brush, brush, brush..."

Ten pairs of daggers, unsheathed!

Ten red shadows swept out!

The red circle shrinks rapidly!

And in the center of this circular killing array was Su Wangting, whose face was as sinking as water!

"call out!"

Three red figures jumped up first, with six daggers, from top to bottom, piercing Su Wangting's Tianling Cap.

The top of the head is sealed!!

Almost at the same time, three more red figures leaned down and swept towards the ground. Three pairs of short knives slashed at Su Wangting's legs!

The bottom plate is blocked!!

The remaining four people rushed towards Su Wangting's body from all directions at the same time, and four pairs of daggers came straight towards his chest, back, back and shoulders!!

The middle road is blocked!!

Quan Lixian, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help being happy when he saw this situation, as if he had seen Su Wangting's body being pierced and died tragically.

I saw him slowly closing his hands into fists, with a ferocious smile on his face. Suddenly he clenched his fists and raised his arms, and couldn't help shouting: "Hold it!!"

receive.

Indeed, Su Wangting was completely wrapped at this time, as if he was inside a sealed spherical weapon!

At this time, this spherical killer weapon was shrinking rapidly.

Ten pairs of daggers were about to pierce his whole body at the same time!!

"Bang!!"

At the critical moment, a strong gust of wind burst out from around Su Wangting!!

The inner breath is sent out!!

But these ten disciples of the Blood Sword Hall are elites after all. Although their forward speed was slightly slowed down by this astonishing wave of air, the ten short daggers were still stabbing at them!!

"Alas!!"

Suddenly, an exclamation was heard from above Su Wangting's head!

I saw a Blood Knife Hall disciple who had already reached his head, repeatedly shaking his hands and letting go of his two swords.

It seemed that some blood drops were squirted from his hand.

It was as if his hands had been stung by a bee!

Immediately afterwards, more exclamations sounded!!

The originally spherical killing formation quickly disintegrated, and the disciples of the Blood Knife Hall were either jumping around or hurriedly guarding their vitals. There were even traces of red on the faces of some of them.

It was as if it had been swept by an invisible blade.

"Spread out! There's something weird!!!"

Under the loud shout of a Blood Knife Hall disciple, the ten people froze in panic and quickly retreated.

"Fa...what happened?" Quan Lixian stared at his eyes at a loss.

The ten dispersed Blood Sword Hall disciples were seen groping with their faces and bodies, as if looking for the source of the bloodstains on their bodies.

"I...Why do I have so many tiny holes on my body??"

"Me... me too!!"

"Who...who did this!! My arms are covered with them!!"

"my face!!"

"..."

Screams came and went.

But they were like headless flies, unable to find the cause of these wounds.

But Su Wangting still maintained the posture of drawing the sword and did not move.

Quan Lixian narrowed his eyes and murmured: "Demon magic?"

"Snapped!"

A fallen leaf fell beside Su Wangting.

split into two.

The fracture is neat.

"No!" Quan Lixian's eyes narrowed sharply, "It's the intention of the sword!!"

"It's the intention of the sword." Su Wangting slowly stood up straight and looked at the panicked people with cold eyes.

He has opened the four meridians!

"You can actually cause substantial damage with just the consciousness of drawing a sword?" Quan Lixian was sweating coldly. "This... I have only heard of it in the legend of the Red Maple Society. According to rumors, only the founder of the Red Maple Society can do it."

Ancestor was able to cultivate to the point where his sword intention became a real form. Could it be that this person...this person's cultivation level has reached such an astonishing height?"

After the ten Blood Sword Guards heard their master's words, they were all dumbfounded and fear struck their hearts.

Su Wangting sneered and said: "Just a small wound caused by the sword's will has shaken your will to attack. I am very disappointed."

After finishing speaking, Su Wangting stepped forward and walked towards the ten Blood Sword Hall disciples.

A sinister smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His pupils were suddenly bloodshot.

"brush!"

The soul-eating black sword was slowly unsheathed.

Su Wangting looked up at the sky and took a long breath, his expression seemed to be enjoying himself.

He seemed to hear the song from hell again.
To be continued...