Ding Xiaoyi's aura was all over his body, his life aura was blocked, and he perfectly blended his figure into the thick leaves.
Then, three figures flew through the air, and those three figures turned into divine light and shot out from a distance.
They brought only a faint sound of breaking through the air, and traveled like ghosts through the primeval forest with towering ancient trees.
They were three middle-aged men from Jiange. They were wearing the clothes of Jiange elders. As soon as they entered the primeval forest, they broke into pieces and sneaked in.
There was no sound, not even the leaves of the towering trees stirred. Ding Xiaoyi's consciousness was attached to every leaf, and the Yin-Yang Samsara Eyes stirred up a faint light, covering his whole body.
"Rustling", the sound like the wind blowing the dead leaves reached his ears, and he saw the three middle-aged men from Jiange spreading out on the dead leaves.
Every middle-aged man in the sword pavilion held his own sword tightly in his hand, with sharp murderous intent in their eyes, and the sword intent around them rose even more violently.
The clothes of these three middle-aged men were a little different from the ordinary Jiange clothes. Ding Xiaoyi felt that they carried a fierce murderous intention and an evil aura.
These three middle-aged men in Jiange are very strong, at least at the level of Super-grade Xiaoyao Realm. Three super-level free-spirited warriors were dispatched at once, and Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
His consciousness flowed like a tide toward the nearby towering ancient trees. He also directed his consciousness toward the three middle-aged sword pavilion elders, fearing that the three vigilant sword pavilion elders would soon discover where he was hiding. at.
The samsara eyes of yin and yang shrouded his figure, and his spiritual consciousness could not detect any clues. At this time, there was silence in this primeval forest.
Only the three middle-aged Jiange elders stepped on the dead leaves and made a rustling sound, which was like a breeze blowing by.
This dense forest is not as dark as the sky, and there are groups of black shadows everywhere covering the ground.
A middle-aged figure appeared under the ancient tree where Ding Xiaoyi was hiding. He raised the sword in his hand and looked around warily.
Ding Xiaoyi's expression was stern, and the aura around him was immediately shielded. He was perfectly integrated with the ancient tree like a black shadow of leaves.
And the blood around him began to flow faster and faster, and this feeling seemed to have returned to many years ago.
Hunters often hunt in the form of prey. Ding Xiaoyi is the prey now, and he is also the hunter at the same time.
The aura around him was shielded, and he was hidden among the leaves like a black shadow. The middle-aged sword pavilion elder raised his sword and looked around warily, then looked up at the tree suspiciously.
Ding Xiaoyi is very confident in his concealment. He is naturally an excellent hunter. He always appears in unexpected ways during hunting and counter-hunting. This time, the hunting and counter-hunting seems to have aroused the most bloodthirsty fighting spirit hidden in his blood.
The middle-aged man was still holding a sound transmission stone tightly in his left hand, and the other two middle-aged men had scattered away from him.
Ding Xiaoyi explored his right hand, and an evil-looking dagger appeared in his palm. His body slid down quietly like a gecko.
There was no sound, and no breath escaped. Attack and counter-attack were courses he must learn, especially in this dense primeval forest. He didn't know how many times he had experienced such sieges.
He has been approved by his master, and he cannot fight back even in such an encirclement and suppression campaign. So after so many years of experience, it can be said that his cultivation has reached that of a dog.
A faint aura emerged from the branch, and the middle-aged sword pavilion elder's expression changed. The long sword in his hand stirred up a rainbow-like sword light, and the sword light disappeared into the dense forest. Among the leaves.
"Hiss...", the frightening rainbow passed by, and countless leaves turned into powder and fell one after another. The middle-aged man stood on a tree trunk, and he watched the leaves on the trunk turn into powder.
At this time, the towering ancient tree had already been broken into pieces by the terrifying rainbow-like sword light. The entire ancient tree was riddled with holes, and its vitality was cut off in an instant.
The middle-aged man was very confident in his sword. Even a strong man from the land of gods would avoid its sharp edge when encountering it.
And the task he received was just to kill a young man in the super-grade Destiny Realm, and he didn't take it lightly. He would go all out when the sword came out.
The branches turned into powder and swayed down, and the vitality of this ancient tree was cut off by this sword in that moment.
The trunk of the tree is riddled with holes, and the sword energy has not dissipated yet.
With a "click", he heard the sound of the tree trunk being cut off. The power of the sword completely chopped an ancient tree like a giant cap into a pile of powder.
Only a bare trunk was left of this ancient tree, and all the leaves and branches turned into powder under the power of the sword.
The middle-aged man did not see the scene in his imagination appear, and his expression changed slightly.
The tree trunk under his feet could not bear the force of his step.
It broke open with a "click" sound. He was about to withdraw his body and move forward, when at this moment, a ray of light burst out like a poisonous snake and stabbed towards his lower back.
A figure leaned out from behind the tree trunk, and Ding Xiaoyi's whole body's aura merged with the tree trunk.
When the middle-aged man struck out with the sword, the sword energy around him turned into a protective sword energy to protect him. Even so, he also received a big impact, but the power of this sword also surprised him.
But he still resisted the sword in the end. His body clung to the tree trunk like a gecko, and then he seized an opportunity, and the innocent dagger in his hand turned into a poisonous snake and stabbed at the middle-aged sword pavilion elder.
The middle-aged elder of Jiange didn't expect Ding Xiaoyi to be so bold. He stabbed with his backhand, but his sword hit nothing.
The sword penetrated through the dark sky, and Ding Xiaoyi fell behind him in an extremely weird and tricky corner.
The dagger in his hand stabbed hard into his lower back.
There was a "pop" sound, the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh, and the middle-aged elder of Jiange trembled all over. His vitality and cultivation essence flowed like a river towards the sharp weapon pierced into his lower back.
At this moment, the expression of the middle-aged elder of Jiange changed again and again, and he wanted to shout. However, he found that his vitality and cultivation essence had plummeted, and he was instantly swallowed up by the strange and evil weapon.
The middle-aged man's body quickly shriveled up. Ding Xiaoyi grabbed it with his left hand and lifted the middle-aged man's quickly shriveled up body into his hand.
Then, a ray of light shot out from the middle-aged man's head. Ding Xiaoyi seemed not to have expected it. The Yin-Yang Samsara Eyes that appeared in front of him stirred up a faint light, and the light shrouded the middle-aged man's soul.
The middle-aged man's spirit was finally swallowed up by the Yin-Yang Samsara Eye without any sound. Ding Xiaoyi moved his left hand and threw the middle-aged man's sword into his storage bag.
He searched the shriveled body for a while, but did not find any storage bags.
With a "crash", the body of the middle-aged man Ding Xiaoyi held in his hand exploded like broken glass, and a burst of spiritual rain fell from the sky.
The light of the dagger in Ding Xiaoyi's hand flashed away, and his figure turned into a shadow and disappeared from the place.
Not long after Ding Xiaoyi left, the two middle-aged elders of Jiange appeared under the dead tree that had been cut off by a sword.
Their faces were extremely ugly. The powder falling one after another under the tree said everything. The spiritual rain swayed down and turned into a divine rain that nourished all things, and all traces here were erased.
"The third child was killed by that kid. Who is that kid? Isn't it said that he was a young man in the Destiny Realm whose spiritual sea was destroyed? How did he kill the third child?" A middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice. asked the middle-aged man on the side.
The middle-aged man surveyed the scene again, with a look of surprise on his face.
"He doesn't dare to confront us head-on. As long as we don't separate, he will definitely kill him." The older middle-aged elder of Jiange said to the elder who kept complaining.
At the same time, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised, and the aura around him soared, and his cultivation seemed to be about to break through the shackles of the Free Realm.
The two of them turned into a blurry shadow and disappeared in place, only the spiritual rain was still waving.
With a "click", the ancient tree broke apart, and then a burst of sword energy rose into the sky. A figure jumped out of the ancient tree like a wolf, and two figures appeared again like ghosts...
