As soon as he entered, the skin screamed in surprise.
"This, this... This is the Huangquan Nine Burial Banner!! It has three tails, evil, too evil, you old man is indeed the incarnation of evil, I want to save you on behalf of justice!" Pi Dong said, fiercely As it approached, in front of the Li family ancestor who was stunned there, he began to speak with a very serious look.
"You're wrong, you're immoral, you won't end up like this..."
Meng Hao let out a dry cough and quickly put away the scarlet mask. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes flashed slightly.
"Huangquan Nine Burial Banner?" Meng Hao thoughtfully, under a sway of his body, he was about to fly, suddenly his body flashed in an instant, and he hid in the forest. His eyes squinted, so that most of his gaze was covered.
Although the cultivation base reached the middle stage of the foundation construction, Meng Hao has already entered the level of contending with Daozi in the foundation construction, but he has no roots. This place is where the blood demon sect and the sword sect borders, so he still needs to be cautious. Forget about it.
Meng Hao always bears this in mind.
That is, after more than ten breaths, there were changhongs whizzing by in the sky in an instant. There were dozens of these changhongs, with dozens of people in them. Wherever he passed, the sky roared.
In front of these dozens of people, three people are the most conspicuous. These three people are dressed in blue and white, with scabbards behind them, and the sword light is shining under their feet.
Among the three, one of them looks about forty years old, with a majestic face and a strong cultivation level. He has reached the realm of a fake pill in the late stage of foundation construction. His face is like this, but his hair has a few strands of gray. , Doping in the black hair dancing with the wind.
Behind this person is a young man in his thirties. The young man’s lips are slightly thin, with a hint of meanness, and his eyes show a hint of coldness. Although handsome and extraordinary, he gives people a kind of coldness and mercilessness. Meaning, the sword under his feet is even more chilling, and the cultivation base of the middle stage of foundation construction makes this young man not weak when he flies out.
The last person is twenty-seven or eighteen years old. He has an ordinary appearance, but he has obvious righteousness. Even if it is only in the early days of the foundation building, the brilliance of the bright eyes makes this person look like himself. It has an awe-inspiring glow.
The moment Meng Hao saw this person, there was a touch of recollection in his eyes. This righteous person was just... the big brother of Meng Hao when he was backing to the mountain sect, and was later taken away by the sword sect.
I haven't seen it for several years. On this day, when Meng Hao saw Chen Fan again, he looked back on that year, as if it was far, far away. The patrons of the year are no longer, and Zhao Guo has also disappeared. I wonder if the person in front of him is still as before. .
Meng Hao was silent. He had already seen dozens of people in this group, all of them were disciples of the First Sword Sect in the Southern Territory, and the appearance of Sword Sect here, Meng Hao did not have any surprises, after all, this place belongs to Sword Sect. The border between the two sects of the Sect and the Blood Demon Sect.
From the Xiao family's population, Meng Hao had already heard that the Yijian Sect and the Blood Demon Sect were constantly in friction with each other, and sometimes there were battles.
When everyone left, Meng Hao was thoughtful, suddenly his expression changed, and he looked at the sky again.
Not long after, dozens of bloody rainbows roared past here in an instant, and the speed was so fast that the rising wind moved the mountains and forests below, and there were several huge behemoth phantoms like clouds and fog, in this group of blood. Above Changhong, whizzed forward.
Among the dozens of cultivators in the Changhong, each of them had gloomy eyes, and their expressions showed the intention of killing, making the murderous intent linger around, as if condensed together, after being continuously swallowed by the giant beasts above them, they made waves of shocking roars.
These people are the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect. They are extremely fast, that is, just a few breaths, and they passed from the place where Meng Hao had disappeared before, looking at their direction, they actually went straight to the cultivation of the Sword Sect.
After these people left, Meng Hao's figure walked out from the mountains below, looking at the direction where the sword sect and the blood demon sect were leaving, Meng Hao groaned slightly, his eyes flickered, not flying, but in this mountain. Lin Nei secretly followed.
About two sticks of incense had passed. When Meng Hao was galloping in this mountain forest, he already heard the roars coming from the front, his pace quickened, and it didn’t take long for him to see the mid-air not far away. The two groups of Sword Sect and Blood Demon Sect were fighting each other, the roar echoed, the ripples spread, and the magical light shone more.
For a swordsman, a sword is the cultivation of life. It is extremely sharp. The blood demon technique is ever-changing. It is not the blood color that is the mainstay, but the various methods are endless, especially the giant beasts and phantoms, which seem to be powerful, even if there is only The three heads were running rampant in mid-air, and no one could get close at all for a while.
However, these two groups did not have a pill formation, and the highest was only the realm of false pill. The rest were all building foundations. At this moment, under the fight, with blood shining, Meng Hao has seen several people die in screams. Seeing blood The Demon Sect seemed to have the upper hand, and at this moment, suddenly the fake pill monk of the Sword Sect flashed with coldness in his eyes.
"A sword formation!" His words came out, and all the disciples of the sword sect, including Chen Fan, immediately surrounded him. The sword light was shocking, and the sword light was condensed in the naked eye. At the same time, a huge sword shadow of hundreds of feet was formed, and it slashed directly at the three giant beasts.
The roar echoed in all directions, and the three giant beasts trembled suddenly and screamed unwillingly. Their bodies collapsed and broke apart. At this moment, the big sword was scattered, turning into hundreds of sword lights and heading straight to the remaining blood demon. The disciple of the Zong, there are dozens of sword lights... rushed to the earth and went straight to Meng Hao who was hiding here.
Meng Hao frowned, his body leaped up, and his right hand lifted up and waved forward. In an instant, the surrounding wind screamed. The sword beams that were approaching, before they could get close to Meng Hao, collapsed a few feet away.
The appearance of Meng Hao and the collapse of Jian Mang immediately caused all the monks of the sword sect in the surrounding area to see Meng Hao, especially the mid-air youth who had slightly thin lips in mid-air. The eyes flashed with cold light, and the sword light that rushed towards Meng Hao was controlled by him.
"The remnants of the blood demon sect, have no good intentions on the side, all the juniors obeyed the order and strangled him!" The young man spoke lightly, and was too lazy to identify Meng Hao's identity. Since he appeared here, life and death are no longer in his opinion. Belongs to the other party.
As soon as his words came out, the middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties in the late stage of foundation construction frowned slightly, but he didn't stop him, but he didn't make a move. The eyes of those around him shone with cold, and went straight. Meng Hao left.
At this moment, Chen Fan looked at Meng Hao fiercely, and after a few glances, his eyes suddenly showed a light of surprise.
"Stop!" He flew out quickly while he was speaking, and the initial cultivation base of the foundation was turned into speed, and he directly surpassed everyone and came straight to Meng Hao.
"This person is my junior, stop everyone!" Chen Fan unfolded at full speed and appeared directly in front of Meng Hao, his expression was agitated, more intensely joyful, and even faintly in a trance, as if he had seen Meng Hao. Think of it once.
Meng Hao looked at Chen Fan with a smile on his face, Chen Fan's smile, and his words, the sincerity of all these revealed, let Meng Hao immediately see that Senior Brother Chen... The same as seven or eight years ago, there is no change.
"Meet brother." Meng Hao took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Chen Fan.
Laughter came from Chen Fan. Compared with seven or eight years ago, his appearance has changed a bit, but his personality remains the same. At this moment, he stepped forward and hugged Meng Hao.
"Junior Brother Chen, your junior, I have never seen it before, and I never knew that I still have such a disciple in the Sword Sect." The mean-looking young man, at this moment, said with a smile without a smile. There was a gloomy questioning in it.
"Senior Brother Zhou, he is not a disciple of Yijian Sect, but my junior when I was backing to Shanzong." Chen Fan frowned slightly, standing in front of Meng Hao, looking at the young man surnamed Zhou.
Meng Hao didn't speak, his expression was as usual. He wanted to see how Senior Brother Chen handled the matter.
"It turned out to be the disciple of Xiaozong Pianye. Since I met Junior Brother Chen, I shouldn't have asked questions, but this person is spying here and I have to give an account of this matter." The young man surnamed Zhou said in a deep voice, and his words were not irritable. , He was not aimed at Meng Hao, but at Chen Fan.
The Sword Sect disciples all around looked at each other, and each stepped back and did not speak. Obviously it was not the first time that Zhou and Chen had seen such a scene.
As for the middle-aged man with the fake Dan Xiu base, he sighed secretly at this moment, looked at Zhou and Chen with some headache, then his eyes fell on Meng Hao, frowning.
"Explain? Zhou Shanyue, Chen wants to know what do you want Chen's junior to give you." Chen Fan's eyes suddenly became cold, and he stood in front of Meng Hao and spoke lightly.
"I'm standing here, I want to see, who dares to embarrass my younger brother!" When Chen Fan spoke, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and suddenly there was a palm-sized small black sword flying out and encircling the top of his head. .
At the moment the little sword appeared, Meng Hao's mind was shocked, and the complexions of everyone around him changed. Even the middle-aged man in the false pill realm took a deep breath.
Zhou Shanyue's complexion was even more difficult to look at for a moment, with a strong jealousy in his eyes, staring at Chen Fan, but he was jealous in his heart.
A terrifying aura comparable to a pill formation was suddenly released from this sword.
"Zhou Shanyue, Chen is waiting for you to speak." Chen Fan said calmly.