The long sword in Rong Xian's hand was divided into hundreds, and everyone in the small group could be taken care of by hundreds of sharp swords.
"Rong Xian, do you really want to be with the five of me forever?" one of them said sternly.
"Never die? It's just a clown jumping on the beam." Rong Xian's indifferent voice revealed a touch of disdain.
As these words fell, the sword shadow was dyed a dazzling red, with the chill of tearing apart the space and killing everything, and slashed directly at the five people.
While these five people hurriedly dodged or smashed the sword shadow, they didn't notice that with the movement of Rong Xian's figure, the surrounding space was gradually surrounded by an invisible force, and clusters of red and bright flames drilled out from the ground, surrounding everyone. inside.
The karmic fire that once played a big role in the Red Sea, at this time, has a sense of presence unceremoniously.
After Rong Xian finished the layout, the figure suddenly retreated from the situation where he was besieged by five people.
The moment she retreated, the karmic fire soared, sealing off the space where the five were.
Rong Xian stood outside the karma fire, looking at the sword shadow flying in the karma fire, her originally clean brows were no longer clear.
At this moment, there was a chilling desire for control in those eyes, as deep and mysterious as the endless abyss, anyone who saw it would immediately be alert and vigilant.
Rong Xian held a magic formula in her hand, and Karma and Feijian formed different formations to surround and kill five people.
As time passed, the movement in the formation became smaller and smaller, and Rong Xian's face became pale, and even the lips lost their color.
Until the last person fell, the karmic fire dissipated, and the sword shadows in the sky disappeared.
Rong Xian glanced at the black ashes on the ground, her brows twirling, and there was a faint smile on her face.
Suddenly, she frowned slightly.
It seems that this ink painting has come to life.
Rong Xian turned her head to look at the traces on her robe, and the blood had penetrated.
When her mind moved, the Wood Spirit Orb in her body moved silently, and her robe was changed into a long blue skirt.
It looked—more harmless.
She stretched out her right hand, and the robe stained with blood just now appeared in her hand.
A flash of fire flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, and her robe ignited without wind, turning into fly ash and scattered on the ashes on the ground.
She looked around, looking at the bumpy land and rocks, without the slightest idea of concealing the scene, she walked briskly towards another small group.
The number of people who fell on the list increased again, and Rong Xian's name was red and black as always, almost bleeding.
Let everyone who can see clearly understand that this fellow must be heavily in debt.
In the darkness, the surviving people sensed the land list suspended in the void, and the chills in their eyes were even deeper.
It can't go on like this. Since the little leagues can't stop that lunatic, they must take measures in order to survive.
One person can't do it, five people can't do it, what about ten people, all of them? !
Seemingly guessing the thoughts of the survivors, the list of places flickered, and hidden red lines implicated the remaining survivors, allowing them to sense the positions of others in the dark.
Happy to hear it, the survivors unceremoniously accepted the opening of Heavenly Dao.
Rong Xian landed on a high hill, the golden light flashing in her eyes, reflecting the shadows of people in the golden light of merit and virtue implicated by red lines.
After a long time, she bent the corners of her mouth and tidied up her clothes slowly.
The gestures and gestures are like a celebrity hermit who has traveled through time, and the look is different from this era's romantic charm, but the aura around him is a little gloomy.
Rong Xian was not a good-natured person at first, and the way of heaven had blocked her again and again. It was impossible to think that she was a clay sculpture.
This is taking her tolerance for cowardice.
Except for some brainless guys, no one has dared to be so stupid in front of her for a long time.
Even if this object is the Dao of Heaven that cannot be underestimated in the Middle Thousand Realms.
Then see who will kill the deer.
"Since you opened the door for them, you can't blame me for breaking the rules." Rong Xian murmured softly, as if whispering in her lover's ear, which was so tender and fascinated.
However, Cangtian, who has hidden himself deeply, knows that if there is any data to show it, it must be the sudden drop in the cub's favorability towards the Dao of Heaven.
It cursed secretly: die.
I don't know if it is Rong Xian or Tiandao who is scolding.
Rong Xian has no sword in her hand this time, but the sword intent has moved.
Sword energy was awe-inspiring, and in this deep night, she lifted up her long hair and rolled up her skirt gracefully.
Her sword intent is very strong, and she does not need the assistance of a sword at all. The awe-inspiring sword intent is already in her will.
Rong Xian did not move, the sword energy had already reached the sky and the earth, while Bo Riyue attacked in all directions with the might of thunder.
The small sword in Rong Xian's consciousness space trembled abruptly, as if the mighty power of countless small worlds was in him, powerful and unmatched, and it was like human beings had no ability to resist the natural disaster that swept the world.
In an instant, the dust filled the sky, and ten people around were swept away by a sword energy that was too strong to resist.
Those with a strong cultivation base and a life-saving trump card can still survive in one breath, and those with a slight cultivation base will lose their breath of life and their souls will be wiped out.
There are countless bottomless ravines left on the ground, and the gully exudes awe-inspiring sword energy. If there is no heaven or human interference, I am afraid that it will not be able to repair itself within a hundred years.
At the same time, several names were blackened on the list of the land rankings in an instant. This is the name of one of the best powerhouses, not a candlelight.
But it went dark as fast as blowing out a candle.
For a while, the few people who survived could not help but feel numb and horrified.
How did Rong Xian, a lunatic, do it.
Not only are they speculating, even Sima Hengjun and others are speculating.
Rong Xian's ability is too mysterious and powerful, and the unknown is always scary.
Even if they were friends now, they couldn't restrain their vigilance and vigilance, trying to figure out Rong Xian's trump card.
This is human instinct when faced with threats.
But if Rong Xian was so easy to figure out, it was not Rong Xian.
At the very least, even the omnipotent and omniscient Heavenly Dao did not understand Rong Xian, so ordinary people would not have to dream.
And just when the little sword in Rong Xian's consciousness space was moving, outside Rongguo Tai Temple.
Weng, the long sword in the black sheath enshrined in front of the late emperor's ranking, squeaked as if he was about to rush out of the Taimiao in the next moment.
And Rong Hao, who was dealing with government affairs in the East Palace, raised his head suddenly, his heart throbbing.
At that moment, he seemed to have something to do with the Golden Dragon of Fortune, and he took the entire country of Rong into his eyes.
But only the king can do this!
Rong Hao came back to his senses, frowned, and put his small hand on his chest, his eyes sharp and serious.
Queen Mother, what are you hiding from me
(End of this chapter)