Xiaoqiang's face changed and he said: "Brother, what the Hongnan Sect monk broke just now was the ball used by the Hongnan Sect to communicate. I'm afraid that at this moment, countless powerful Hongnan Sect masters are quickly gathering here. Come!"
"This is going to be tricky! If they really come, I'm afraid it will delay our precious treasure hunting time." Zhang Liucheng frowned, looking serious.
"Brother, let's leave quickly!" Xiaoqiang suggested, his voice a little urgent.
"Okay." Zhang Liucheng responded, then turned and left without hesitation.
However, at this moment, a cold shout came through the air: "How dare you, evildoer, to run rampant here! How dare you do this to the disciples of the Hongnan Sect. Today, none of you can escape from my hands." .I want you to taste the taste of never being reincarnated!"
As the voice fell, a fierce sword light pierced the sky, tore the sky, and with the power of destroying the world, it headed towards Zhang Liucheng.
Xiaoqiang was shocked. This sword light actually made him feel a powerful aura.
"Block it!"
Zhang Liucheng shouted loudly, and the Ruyi green lightsaber in his hand turned rapidly, instantly turning into an indestructible barrier, firmly blocking the sharp sword light.
The power of that sword light was so powerful that it was almost as powerful as the red light's full blow, which was staggering.
"Hmph, boy, it's beyond my expectation that you were able to take my shocking sword strike! But to be able to block this fatal blow, you must have consumed a lot of spiritual energy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a harsh sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in the air.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the deep night sky, and a red figure appeared instantly.
The figure was that of a middle-aged man, with a muscular figure as steady as a mountain, and a red robe fluttering in the wind, like a burning flame.
He held a huge red sword in his hand, and the sword shone with a cold red light, as if it had absorbed endless ghost fire.
He is Hong Baolai, the elite disciple of Hongnan Sect.
Hong Baolai vowed to avenge his fellow sect members and make these murderers pay with their blood!
His eyes were like cold poisonous snakes, with unspeakable murderous intent.
Hong Baolai held the red sword tightly and walked forward step by step.
"Who is coming?"
Zhang Liucheng asked with a cold tone, his eyes as sharp as swords.
This man is extraordinary, his sword moves are profound and unpredictable, and he is obviously no ordinary person.
There is a powerful aura exuding from his body, and it is obvious that his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Convergence Realm.
"Elite disciple of Hongnan Sect, Hong Baolai!"
Hong Baolai's cold words echoed in the air.
In an ordinary sect, if inner disciples want to be promoted to elite disciples, they not only need to have sufficient strength, but also must accept and successfully complete a series of difficult tasks.
These tasks not only test the disciples' strength, but also their wisdom and perseverance.
However, for inner disciples who do not have sufficient strength, it is almost impossible to complete these tasks and be successfully promoted.
The expressions on the faces of Xiaohong and others froze, their mouths opened, their eyes widened, completely shocked by the power of this sword.
"You, the elite disciple of Hongnan Sect, Hong Baolai? Huh, that's really interesting!"
Zhang Liucheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and his eyes were full of disapproval.
Hong Baolai's face turned ferocious, and he smiled sinisterly: "Little fat man, how dare you kill a disciple of my Hongnan Sect! You will definitely die today!"
"If you want to attack me here, ask my elder brother if he agrees first!"
The corner of Xiaoqiang's mouth curled up slightly. For such a strong man, he didn't need to take action himself. His elder brother Zhang Liucheng would solve it for him.
Then, Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at Zhang Liucheng, because his current cultivation level was suppressed in the Comprehensive Realm, and he was unable to compete with the strong ones in the Convergence Realm in front of him.
Zhang Liucheng stared at Xiaoqiang with deep eyes and nodded slightly. Then he turned to Hong Baolai and said in a deep voice: "If you want to take my brother's life, you must first pass through me, Zhang Liucheng."
Hong Baolai's eyes were cold, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he taunted disdainfully: "You immature boy, how dare you be so arrogant in front of me? Huh, if you are alone, I will kill you like a butchered dog; if you are in a group, I will kill you like a dog. Mow the grass!”
"Since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish."
"Red Rain Sword Technique!"
Hong Baolai shouted sharply and swung the long sword in his hand.
This sword seems to have absorbed the righteousness between heaven and earth, condensed into an unrivaled sword energy, and swept out like a violent wind and rain.
The sword energy turned into a dense red sword rain, and each sword rain was like a meteor streaking across the sky, shooting towards Zhang Liucheng.
In the dense waterfall of sword rain, Zhang Liucheng felt an extremely sharp and unparalleled power. This power surged like a torrent, drowning everything in an instant.
This is the power of Hongyu swordsmanship, which cannot be underestimated.
"Brother, be careful!"
Xiaoqiang and others reminded in unison, with deep worry on their faces.
"Magic Wind Step!"
Zhang Liucheng's eyes flashed, and demonic energy surged around his body like a tidal wave.
He tapped the ground with his toes, and his body instantly transformed into a gust of wind as deep as night, and he dodged Hong Baolai's sharp sword in an extremely strange way.
Zhang Liucheng's movements are as fast as lightning, elusive, as if integrated with the darkness, mysterious and unpredictable.
Hong Baolai's sword failed, his face changed slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes: "Boy, where did you learn the secret technique of footwork? If you are willing to teach me this technique, I will spare your life. Otherwise, no more Blame me for being ruthless, you will become a dead soul under my sword, and all the treasures on your body will belong to me."
Zhang Liucheng took this opportunity to condense a huge sickle with demonic energy, cut through the void, and struck Hong Baolai violently.
Seeing this, Hong Baolai didn't dare to show any signs of neglect and quickly swung his sword to block.
However, Zhang Liucheng's offensive surged like a torrent, instantly knocking Hong Baolai's sword away, causing him to fly backwards and hit the ground straight.
At this moment, Hong Baolai was in a miserable state, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness.
"Hong Baolai, if you still have a killing move, use it immediately. Otherwise, you will never have a chance again."
Zhang Liucheng stood there, looking at Hong Baolai coldly, and the demonic aura around him gradually dissipated.
Hong Baolai stood up instantly, with blazing eyes, looked directly at Zhang Liucheng, and shouted angrily: "Boy, how dare you hurt me! Today, I will kill you completely in the name of my sword!"
"Red rain fills the sky!"
Hong Baolai shouted loudly, and then he swung his sword wildly, and a sword light like a red rain in the sky swept towards Zhang Liucheng with unparalleled pressure.
Zhang Liucheng quietly opened his ghost eyes, and Hong Baolai's unique skill "Red Rain Sword Technique" emerged one by one in his divine sea.
Every sword, every move, and every blow was deeply engraved in his memory, as if he had practiced it himself.
"Red rain fills the sky!"
Zhang Liucheng held the Ruyi Green Light Sword in his hand, and his whole body was instantly enveloped by a fierce aura.
He quickly displayed the Red Rain Sword Technique, raised the sword's edge, and bright sword lights whizzed towards Hong Baolai like red raindrops.
"boom!"
An earth-shaking loud noise echoed in the air, and Zhang Liucheng stood firmly on the spot, like a mountain that would not fall.
Hong Baolai appeared in the splashing dust, looking miserable.
There were many deep sword marks on his chest caused by the intensive sword rain. Blood poured out from the wounds and dyed his clothes red.
There was a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of Hong Baolai's mouth, and his body was shaking, obviously he had suffered a serious injury.
He opened his mouth wide with an expression of disbelief: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
