The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

A thousand years.

He didn't have much, so once he had it, he devoted all his energy to researching and developing it.

Especially "Dream"

It was not Li Changxiao's Qingping Sword that wiped off Zhang Kuo's neck.

But it’s a “dream”.

Li Changxiao called this ability "Dream Drawing".

Because Zhang Kuo was a killer who had killed countless people, he usually killed them with one strike, often in the neck, throat and other areas.

When he was fighting with Li Changxiao, he almost aimed at the neck.

This strong sense of purpose and obsession made him invisibly give birth to something like a "dream".

Only Li Changxiao could see this "dream", so he used Zhang Kuo's "dream" as a basis and wove it into an invisible thread.

The moment it was pulled out, it cut his neck.

As for the quick drawing of the sword, it was just a bluff.

Zhang Kuo plopped.

Fell to the ground.

The scene was eerily quiet.

There was only the sound of howling wind and sand.

Li Tianxia touched her neck and her hair stood on end.

Li Tianyu even took half a step back unconsciously.

Those who know Li Changxiao know that he always acts like this.

At first, it was harmless.

But seriously.

It makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. His horror does not lie in his overwhelming aura, his overwhelming spiritual energy, or his superb skills.

But it is unpredictable and weird.

But no one understood him.

There is only one kind of people who know how terrifying he is... the dead.

this moment.

The down-and-out swordsman in white clothes, drinking heavily.

The sense of oppression it gives people is no less than that of anyone else.

Zhang Kuo is dead.

Completely dead.

His death cast a shadow over everyone's heart.

Notice to everyone.

Here, they...

It's just a golden elixir.

If you take the golden elixir, you will die.

If you still retain your arrogance and fail to recognize the situation, the same outcome will occur.

Zhao Qing was as shocked as anyone else, and she had no idea how Li Changxiao did it.

Li Changxiao's Qingping was sheathed again.

At this moment, Chen Xiaohu and the corpse puppet man felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. They retreated dozens of steps in an instant, their scalps almost exploding.

Li Changxiao's Jiangmang sword intent completely transformed into a dragon, turning into a powerful dragon that caused a lot of trouble. A strong wind blew up between heaven and earth, and there were violent thunders and heavy rains.

He took the initiative to attack, and his figure appeared behind the corpse puppet man's body without any warning. During the whole process, no spiritual energy fluctuations were emitted, and it was not a means of teleportation or escape.

It is unclear and hard to see through, like a ghost, but more mysterious than a ghost.

The head of the corpse puppet man had already been separated, and one head was floating in the air, occupying the God's perspective, otherwise he would not be able to react at all.

The headless body aroused the chill in the man's body, and he immediately turned around and punched.

But his attack ended up missing and his punch hit the air.

It's an illusion!

The pupils of the black and blue head shrank, and then he realized something.

I heard the sound of wind coming from above.

Look up.

He saw that the swordsman in hundred robes appeared above his head at some point, spat a mouthful of wine at him, and then slashed down from above and stabbed Hei Qing's head with a sword!

The head, as stiff as alien black iron, came into contact with the sword, emitting violent sparks.

The corpse puppet man's face was distorted and he made a babbling sound, trying his best to resist the sword.

Li Changxiao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and bursts of dragon roars came from the sword tip, pushing the dragon sword intent to the extreme!

"Pfft!"

"Boom!"

Blood spurted out from the top of the black and blue head.

Then, he fell rapidly, dust filled the air, and when a strong wind blew, everyone saw that the sword had pierced his head, nailing him to the ground.

"Do not…"

The corpse puppet man roared unwillingly.

The light in his eyes completely disappeared.

Also dead.

The limitations of the Pingtian compass are unreasonable.

To die is to die.

The master of Pingtian Palace once used this treasure to complete an assassination across three major realms, shocking the world and establishing the name of Pingtian Palace.

Now, Li Changxiao has killed two masters of the Void Refining Realm in a row.

It’s not too exaggerated.

I saw the black and blue head being pierced through.

Fresh blood suddenly spurted out from the neck of the headless body. The body fell straight down, and the blood stained the yellow sand.

this moment.

The evil scholar Chen Xiaohu felt like he was facing a great enemy and never expected this scene.

I thought I would use a compass.

It will reduce the cost of this attack.

But who would have thought... such a monster would appear?

He turned his head to look at the divine fortune teller behind him. The divine fortune teller had a serious expression on his face, and it was obvious that he had not expected this situation.

The evil scholar Chen Xiaohu made a certain decision.

He was filled with demonic energy and looked towards his tiger.

The tiger growled, came up to him and rubbed his body with its head.

"It's hard on you."

Chen Xiaohu gently stroked the tiger's head.

Instantly, his eyes lit up, he grabbed the tiger's neck and pulled it hard...

The skin, bones and flesh are separated.

It was so terrifying that the tiger was wailing but not resisting at all.

Chen Xiaohu pulled out the tiger's vertebrae and ribs bit by bit...

Bloody.

Forming a...tiger-head bone knife!

And he swung his sword together, roaring like a tiger to the sky, and the tiger head's eyes flashed with ferocity, bloodthirsty and cruel.

Chen Xiaohu just chopped down with a knife.

The sword intent condensed into a ten-foot-tall blood tiger. The roar alone was enough to make Zhao Qing spit out blood, and his injuries became even more serious.

"Seven Blood Tiger Swords!"

There was a ferocious smile on Chen Xiaohu's face. He had forgotten the fear of death and just wanted to vent.

And the other side.

Li Changxiao pushed the Jiaolong sword intent to the extreme.

He unscrewed the cork and took a big gulp, letting the spicy aroma of Sword Emperor Ginger enter his body.

The sword intent on his body became even stronger.

The blood tiger and the dragon started fighting.

The blood tiger bit the dragon's neck, and the dragon slapped the blood tiger away with its tail.

And besides the competition between the sword intent and the knife intent.

Li Changxiao and Chen Xiaohu were fighting fiercely with swords and knives.

"The first knife!"

Chen Xiaohu shouted loudly, and his sword power was unmatched.

The Blood Tiger Sword also grew rapidly and became stronger.

"block!"

"Second knife!"

"The third knife!"

……

"The fifth knife!"

"The sixth knife!"

With each strike, the blood tiger became more terrifying. By the sixth strike, the blood tiger had completely transformed into a monster...

It has become something that seems to be real.

The dragon was shattered by a slap.

Li Changxiao's hands and feet were also numb from the shock of the knife, and he flew dozens of meters horizontally.

at this time.

Chen Xiaohu spread his legs, held the tiger-head bone knife in both hands, raised it high, and was about to swing the seventh knife.

If this knife were to be swung out.

The power is so great that I can’t even imagine it.

However, how could Li Changxiao let him get his wish?

Every step he took was within Li Changxiao's expectations.

The Blood Tiger Seven Swords have a fatal weakness.

That was when the sixth sword was finished and the seventh sword had not yet been swung, there was a moment of weakness.

Li Changxiao was waiting for this moment!

The dream threads he carefully wove had already spread all around.

He just pulled it gently.

The densely packed blue threads interwoven in the air took shape.

Chen Xiaohu, who was holding high the tiger-head bone knife, had already been surrounded by dream silk without realizing it.

Li Changxiao flicked his fingers lightly.

The dream thread trembled gently, like the strings of a musical instrument being played. This weak tremor continued to be transmitted along the dream thread...

Just a moment.

Chen Xiaohu's blood splattered, and thousands of scratches appeared on his body in an instant!

The power of the Blood Tiger Seven Swords was interrupted, causing a backlash. The Blood Tiger, which had become a real entity in the air, turned around and swallowed Chen Xiaohu!

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