C210 Murong Yunhai's Crucible Was in His Hands

Terrifying sword intent swept across the sky and earth. The sword Qi that was flowing out cut through the void. Countless streams of air were cut in half and scattered in all directions.

Looking at the light that stirred up the wind and clouds and scattered the clouds, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Sword intent!

The opponent was actually a sword user who had comprehended sword intent.

One had to know whether or not one could comprehend Sword Intent. This was a huge gap in the Sword Dao Stage, like a natural chasm. One could transcend worldliness and leap over the dragon gate.

Those who had comprehended the sword intent and those who had yet to comprehend the sword intent were in two different realms. The former could defeat the latter who had exerted all of his strength in a dominating manner.

This was what was happening in front of him - -

He saw a blood-red sword that was formed from the three mysterious layers of the super VIP Soul Power, which was filled with countless killing intent. It cut through the Soul Sword of the second layer, which was also a mysterious VIP. After that, it caught up with him and attacked him.

I'll take your life while you're sick!

Jian Ao had also heard of the scariness and ferocity of soul attacks. Once he was hit by the powerful Soul Energy, even if his soul wasn't shattered into a vegetative living corpse, he would wake up when he lost his mind and turned into a madman.

Since the opponent had used the Soul Energy on him, it didn't matter whether it was intentional or not. Furthermore, his Soul Sword was filled with hatred and even killing intent. This couldn't escape Jian Ao's senses. He had comprehended the supreme Slaughter Sword Intent. Who could beat him when it came to killing intent?

Since that was the case, Jian Ao naturally wouldn't show any mercy. Therefore, with the enhancement of the supreme Slaughter Sword Intent, the blood-red sword cut off the Soul Energy. It didn't stop there, instead, it shot out with a whistling sound.

Dao Shengyi. One gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all living things.

As the blood-red sword trembled, suddenly. . . The void shook, and a similar blood red sword appeared. Then, it shook again, twenty four percent. Four to eight. The entire void, with a single glance, could be seen. They were all densely packed. The entire world was suppressed, and everyone felt their hair standing on end. It was as if a sword was floating above their heads, a sword that could take their lives at any moment.

Thousands of swords shot out at the same time, massacring the world!

The mysterious VIP on the second floor was shocked. He did not expect the other party to be a super swordsman who had comprehended Sword Intent.

Although he was shocked, the Soul Energy in his hand wasn't slow at all. An item that looked like a shell and shield appeared in front of him. From afar, it looked like the turtle shell of a sacred beast, a turtle shell. The turtle shell flashed with a bright light, and it began to spin rapidly. In an instant, strands of silver Qi rippled out.

The Black Tortoise Spirit Shield was the turtle shell of the Black Tortoise. It was a martial skill that was created after countless research.

Jian Ao smiled coldly. He controlled the blood-red sword that carried the supreme Slaughter Sword Intent to break through the air and stab into the colorful turtle shield.

"Chi!"

Ear-piercing friction sounds rose and fell. The blood-red sword, which was playing with the blood-red sword at the same time, suddenly stabbed into the Black Tortoise Spirit Shield with the same force. The latter was indeed born from the strongest defense in the world, the Black Tortoise Spirit Shield. As the flowing light rotated, countless blood red and silver mixed together and was eliminated along with the turtle-shield.

"Bang! Bang!"

With the ten thousand swords and the turtle-shield as the center, everything around them shattered. It was shattered by the surging airflow.

In the second level, there was actually a black-robed person sitting inside the second level. He was as unharmed as the third level.

Two mysterious black-robed men, two powerful Cultivator, and two terrifying duels.

Jian Ao looked at the man, and a cold smile appeared on his face. This man's cultivation base had actually reached the Mid Sword Lord. If this man used his cultivation base to suppress him, he would have absolutely no strength to fight back. However, he had chosen to use the Soul Energy to kill himself. Don't you know that you will die if you seek death?

"Break - - -"

The voice was soft and indifferent, and it was extremely ordinary. When it landed in the ears of the mysterious black-robed man, it was like a thunderclap that exploded in his ears, causing his entire body to tremble.

"Bang!"

The myriad of blood red swords suddenly emitted a bright glow. It was like the sun that had arrived at noon. It was incomparably dazzling.

Bang! Bang!

When the light shone brightly, the power on the sword suddenly increased. It was as heavy as Mount Tai, and it had the power to suppress everything.

Under the thousands of mountains, no matter how strong the turtle shield's defense was, it could not withstand the suppression of the former. On the turtle shield, with a cracking sound, a crack suddenly split open. Then, as if it was contagious, it was arranged. One or two cracks. In the end, the entire turtle shield was filled with cracks, covering the entire Black Tortoise Spirit Shield.

"Rumble!"

The thousands of swords suddenly merged together to form a solid blood-red sword. With a shake and a poke, the Black Tortoise Spiritual Shield, which was already covered in wounds, suddenly exploded with a bang, and the silver soul energy that filled the sky dissipated into the horizon!

"Puff!"

The Black Tortoise Spirit Shield was broken. The black robed person in the second layer was unable to suppress the blood in his mouth. He spat out into the sky and dyed the ground red.

"Serves you right!"

Jian Ao knew the latter. His soul had already been injured, and he wouldn't be able to recover in less than half a month. However, he didn't intend to let this person go just like that. Since they had already exchanged blows and formed a grudge, how could he let the wolf into the cave and let the tiger return to the mountain? In the end, he might even plot against him.

Therefore. . .

"Myriad Returning Swords!"

A sword flew over!

In the blink of an eye!

It was as if the blood-red sword had traveled through space. In an instant, it had actually arrived in front of the forehead of the second layer mysterious black-robed person. The tip of the sword flashed with a bloody light and then entered.

What a ruthless method!

What firm determination!

This was to destroy the other party's soul and turn him into a madman - - - -when he goes crazy, when he wakes up!

That's right, even clay figurines have three tempers, not to mention that the other party is a super VIP of the third floor, an honored guest of the honored guest, an expert of the strong, being provoked endlessly by you, not to mention him. . . Even an ordinary person would attack in anger.

Jian Ao could see the monstrous hatred and killing intent in his eyes. He wanted to eliminate this person who had endless killing intent towards him. He wanted to take advantage of his illness to take his life. Now was the best time for him to do so.

The blood-red sword entered his mind. Just as he was about to wreak havoc in his mind, a sigil broke out from the depths of his mind and formed a huge sigil in the air above his mind. With a flip of the sigil, a terrifying suppression fell down.

At this moment, Jian Ao felt his body become unusually heavy. It felt like he had met two Conferred Kings on the Heavenly Sword Sect's life and death arena, and he had no way to resist them. This time, it was even more intense. They had no resistance against a Conferred King, but they were still unwilling to accept it. He could still proudly raise his head and look at it. However, the seal he faced seemed to be facing a world of its own. Fear arose in his heart. This was not even true when he was facing the sacred beast, Vermilion Bird.

Of course, it did not mean that the owner of this seal was stronger than the Vermillion Bird Saint Beast. In fact, the former was not even worthy of carrying the latter's shoes.

This sigil was obviously forged by a powerhouse using ten years of their soul essence. As for the Vermillion Bird Saint Beast that had been summoned, it was merely a trace of true spirit and was insignificant.

Simply put, in terms of quality, the Saint Beast Vermillion Bird was far more shocked than the sigil, but in terms of quantity, the latter was even stronger, and not just a little bit.

Although quantity was not comparable to quality, at certain times, quantity was far superior to quality, just like at this moment.

A sigil was condensed, and the blood-red sword below did not have any resistance at all. It shattered with a sound, turning into specks of starlight that drifted upwards.

The blood-red sword was Jian Ao's soul. What it could see was naturally what Jian Ao saw.

With a solemn expression, he looked at the 202 mysterious black-robed figure, whose eyes were filled with killing intent and hatred. His exposed brows could not help but furrow.

He didn't expect that there was such a treasure hidden in the other party's mind that could protect his soul. It was no wonder that he didn't attack with his cultivation base but with the Soul Energy. It turned out that he thought that he had nothing to worry about.

He wasn't a fool. He naturally had a higher status than him in the third floor. Naturally, he also thought that his cultivation base was higher than his, so he used the Soul Energy in his anger. However. . . No matter how he calculated, not only was his opponent's cultivation base higher than the heavens, even the Soul Energy was the same.

"The mountain never turns, the river turns. I, Murong Yunhai, will remember this grudge!"

The mysterious black-robed man's surname was also Murong Yunhai.

The Sword Lord guards of the Treasure Pavilion who wanted to stop Murong Yunhai heard him, and then they all glanced at each other. The water had washed over the Dragon King Temple!

Jian Ao raised his brows. The reaction of those people from the Treasure Pavilion was indecisive, and it was obvious that they were afraid of Murong Yunhai.

However, what puzzled him was, who exactly was this Murong Yunhai that could cause the Treasure Pavilion to behave like this? This was a slap to the Treasure Pavilion's face!

Mu Rong Yun Hai looked at Jian Ao one last time, as if he wanted to imprint that pair of eyes in his mind.

That was not a look of reminiscence, but a look of hatred, an endless amount of hatred. That was killing intent, an endless amount of killing intent.

Murong Yunhai didn't think that he would suffer such a huge loss in this small Wind Field. If he didn't take revenge, how could he deserve the name Murong?

Although the fight between the two had changed a thousand times, it actually took a very short time. It might only take a few seconds.

It was Master Mei who took the lead to return to the Divine Path. "Hehe! The exit of distinguished guest Murong 202. This item will belong to the mysterious guest of the third floor. The final starting price will be 570,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones!"

Since Mu Rong Yun Hai had left, then naturally, the Fire Dragon Cauldron would be auctioned off by Jian Ao.