Bei Mingxiu held his sword, his face as pale as snow, looked at the mess around him, and sighed with regret.

He turned around and could vaguely see a sitting figure through the countless broken and intertwined green bamboos and the bamboo leaves piled on the ground.

As if sensing Bei Mingxiu's gaze, Fang Chengyi turned around and smiled at him calmly, as if the blizzard that had raged in the mountains had not caused any damage to him.

Bei Mingxiu's heart tightened.

Not only because Fang Chengyi withstood his strongest sword, but also because Li Hongchao's face was hidden under the mask.

After the previous baptism of wind and snow, the black mask Li Hongchao had been wearing had long been broken, and the red clothes on his body also had many cracks.

The lower part of her face was a strange, miserable green, and there were several hideous scars on her cheeks. Together with Fang Chengyi's smile, it was even more creepy.

And through the rips in her red dress, Bei Mingxiu could also catch a glimpse of the green color in it, which was definitely not the color of skin that normal people would have.

He couldn't help but think of the zombies crawling out of the underworld in those supernatural stories.

Li Hongchao had always wrapped herself up tightly before, probably because she didn't want others to see her appearance. Unfortunately, now Li Hongchao's body has been occupied by Fang Chengyi, and Fang Chengyi did not pay any attention to her appearance.

On the contrary, Fang Chengyi was very happy to see Bei Mingxiu express any negative emotions about seeing this face. Seeing that his expression remained as usual, he couldn't help but rate Bei Mingxiu a little higher.

There are not many young people with this kind of quality nowadays who can remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai.

Although the powerful sword just now did not cause any harm to him on the surface, he knew very well that Li Hongchao's body was already half-dead. Without his "Soul Seal" to restrain Li Hongchao's soul, he would have died long ago.

It rotted away, and Bei Mingxiu's sword almost cut off the little vitality left in this body.

Fang Chengyi didn't care about Li Hongchao's injuries. The girl he rescued casually was a tool for him to focus on revenge. She was not even half a descendant. It wouldn't hurt to throw it away after use.

And now he has a more desirable successor.

He can be sure that as long as Bei Mingxiu accepts his and his brother's inheritance, he will go further than him, and he may really be able to wipe out the Holy Pavilion in the future.

Coupled with some reasons that only he knew, he planned to keep Bei Mingxiu alive and drag him back.

He grinned at Bei Mingxiu and said, "After you've finished your move, it's my turn."

Hong Bo has always been carried by Li Hongchao, and now it is also in Fang Chengyi's hands, but the blade is still stuck in the ground.

Even when Bei Mingxiu caused a storm with his sword just now, this sword was not unearthed.

Fang Chengyi stood up and held the Hongbo knife in his hand.

His brows furrowed slightly.

At this time, Hong Bo's blade had no luster, just like the worst-quality iron knife in a country blacksmith's shop. How could it look like a sharp weapon?

The spiritual weapon has spirituality and will not allow anyone who does not recognize it to control its power.

Fang Chengyi is the one who is not recognized at this time.

So he was extremely angry and threw away the Hongbo knife, just like throwing away a useless piece of trash.

Bei Mingxiu didn't pay attention to Hong Bo who was thrown out.

His eyes were fixed on Fang Chengyi's hand.

Li Hongchao's hands were still white and translucent, but now they only represented danger in Bei Mingxiu's eyes.

The hands held a piece of bamboo that was originally not strong and broke in the snowstorm. With a crackling sound, the bamboo had turned into a short hollow stick with a sharp front end.

Fang Chengyi held the bamboo stick, licked his lips and said, "If you recognize me as your uncle now, I will let you go, how about that?"

Bei Mingxiu did not answer this provocative question. He just stared at Fang Chengyi and asked seriously: "Have you ever risked your life for someone you care about?"

Before he finished speaking, countless black energy spread out from Bei Mingxiu's body, dyeing his light blue pupils black.

Perhaps the restrictions have not been lifted for a long time, and some people are not used to it. The black air was very faint at first, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind, but after a while, it condensed together and turned into the purest black.

Bei Mingxiu was surrounded by dark evil energy, his eyes were cold, like a messenger from the underworld who came to hunt for souls in the earth.

His body seemed to be burned by fire, eroded by pain all the time, but the aggressive power hidden in the black energy was flowing solidly through the meridians of his body.

A mark as dark as ink appeared on his eyebrows, which was the core of the fallen element that Fang Chengyu penetrated into the Beiming Sea of ​​Consciousness back then.

His aura was so powerful at this time that Ji Xichun might be surprised when he came in person.

Fang Chengyi was surprised that he didn't arrive.

He just felt extremely angry.

Fallen Yuan and Death Demon Eye were originally born from the same root.

At that time, the two brothers wanted to

I went to see the evil sword hidden in the legendary Ten Thousand Ghost Cave, but the sword spirit didn't sell it to them, and didn't let them get their hands on it at all.

Just when he thought they were about to return empty-handed, a practitioner appeared in their sight.

He crawled out of the cracks in the abyss and must have come from the underworld.

So they killed him directly when he wasn't paying attention, and found a corrosive crystal from his body.

It is a good material for refining.

At that time, Fang Chengyu made an agreement with him. No matter what their products were, they would meet together ten years later to kill the Holy Pavilion and take revenge.

From the soul induction, he knew that his brother's work was Fallen Yuan, and he also told Fang Chengyu that he had created the Death Demon Eye.

The ten-year period has not yet come, and Fang Chengyu is already dead, and the boy from the Beiming family who accepted his inheritance actually dared to use the Fallen Yuan to deal with him!

If it weren't for the fulfillment of their brother's wish and the person he had always remembered, he would have just torn Bei Mingxiu apart with his hands and taken back the fallen element.

Now he has a better idea.

With the strongest attitude, he completely crushed Bei Mingxiu's confidence.

This fleeting thought was directly adopted by him, and the world inside the black barrier became darker and darker.

Countless black balls sprouted from Fang Chengyi's body. They separated from Fang Chengyi's body and were suspended in the air. In just a few seconds, these suspended balls merged into one and turned into a huge dark magic eye.

In the space that belonged to it, he looked down at the guy who was also dark and still small.

A black energy concentrated on the bamboo stick, blending with the bright red blood energy lingering on it, and the smell of blood spread crazily in all directions.

At this time, Fang Chengyi was like a real demon god. No matter how powerful the fallen element in Bei Mingxiu's body was, it could not overwhelm him.

Bei Mingxiu knew very well that using Fallen Elements would cause great damage to the body. He could not fight for a long time, and even if he fought with all his strength, he would definitely not be able to win.

But he still wants to fight, and he knows why he fights.

He once asked Li Hongchao to implant the Death Demon Eye into Yu Luoxia's body.

Until now, he still doesn't know Fang Chengyi's real purpose of asking Li Hongchao to spread the Death Eye in Tiandao Society, but he knows very well that since Yu Luoxia is Fang Chengyi's target, and the opponent has the immortal-killing sword technique in his hand, he has to fight tooth and nail.

For Yu Luoxia, and for myself.

Without thinking too much, the Han Ming Sword moved according to his will again, and with a decisive intention, it slashed out with the fallen demonic energy, and met the bamboo stick head-on.
Chapter completed!