Eight hundred and twentieth chapters heaven and earth turn
"Cough cough, cough cough..."
"What is it, my eyes..."
In addition to the three innate masters, more than a dozen Nether Sect masters suddenly coughed loudly, followed by severe pain in their eyes, unable to open their eyes, and tears kept pouring out.
Elder Zuo was shocked. Zhu Biao actually released the poison without knowing it, without even noticing it. This was so frightening.
He hurriedly held his breath and jumped back. More than a dozen people from the Nether Sect fell to the ground and had to be cared for.
Zhu Biao flew out like an eagle and pounced on him to see if Sad Breeze was useful to a master-level expert!
Besides, as long as the masters of the Nether Sect are attacked by Sadness Qingfeng, they will not be a threat for a while, but will become a burden to Elder Zuo and Black and White Wuchang. If he doesn't add insult to injury and take advantage of the situation at this time, his quality is too high.
Elder Zuo's movement is still extremely fast. His previous position was completely unaffected by the sad breeze, but now, he has also plunged into the sad breeze.
"No, I wish the thief had poisoned me!"
"What's in your eyes?"
"I can't open my eyes"
Everyone's eyes felt stinging and tears flowed down, so Zhu Biao turned into Zhu Thief.
Li Yixiao fell to the ground. The person next to him was another perfect martial artist in the Nether Sect. He immediately wanted to use his strength to escape. Halfway through, he also fell heavily to the ground, and he fell on his back in an extremely embarrassed state.
swing fork
Afterwards, the sounds of "Gudong" and "Ah yo" could be heard incessantly. Everyone present except Zhu Biao and the three martial arts masters fell to the ground.
Zhu Biao had no opponent left, so Elder Zuo turned back to cover. Black and White Wuchang instantly flashed out twenty or thirty feet away, silently, using his energy to exert poison.
"A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops and horses come to meet -"
"Chirp..." Octavia's whistling sound was accompanied by a bright light rising from Zhu Biao's head.
"Bang……"
After the light reached its peak, it suddenly exploded into a gorgeous colorful flower.
Elder Zuo's face changed drastically, and the corners of his eyes twitched as he was in a state of extreme power. These fireworks, which were more than twenty feet high, were like lice on a bald man's head. It was obvious that a large number of elites and masters of the Han army would arrive in a short time.
Got it
"withdraw--"
Looking at Zhu Biao fiercely, Elder Zuo immediately tore open the cloak in his hands and tied up the two men while making a rope. Black and white Wuchang didn't know whether they gave up on the poison or felt that they were fine. They each waved the Soul Binding in their hands.
One person carried five locks, another person carried four, and the three of them took thirteen Nether Sect masters and quickly rushed towards the woods.
Zhu Biao did not chase him, but looked at Li Yixiao and his companions who had tears in their eyes and angry faces and laughed.
"You..." Li Yixiao gave Zhu Biao a hard look. He didn't know how to express his inner feelings. Such a fatal situation was so easily broken by Zhu Biao, but he was caught by him in such an embarrassing manner.
, Li Yixiao is ugly and embarrassing
And the master who surrendered to him did not hesitate to abandon him in times of crisis. Li Yixiao felt so shameless and embarrassed in his heart.
A quarter of an hour later, two figures came to the woods. Zhu Biao had left for a long time. Only Li Yixiao and his companions were still lying on the ground. Their tears had stopped flowing, but they had lost their internal strength to protect themselves, and their faces were already frozen.
All turned white
Song Yingzhu's eyes instantly filled with tears, but Song Yannan was so old that he could still maintain his stiff expression.
Also, after Zhu Biao and Li Yixiao went out, this period of time was enough for Song Yannan, an old man in the world, to calm down.
"You go help the commander, and I'll throw these two brats away."
Once he calmed down, Song Yannan had more things to consider. First of all, he and his daughter's identity must not be exposed. This was a big scandal that could blow up the entire Northern Han Dynasty. Therefore, he could not let Song Yingzhu take care of his son. With Song Yingzhu's current situation,
Mood swings may lead to trouble
Song Yingzhu, who had a sore nose, nodded and acknowledged the reason for her father's arrangement. She also knew it in her heart.
The wind is very cold, carrying the swirling dust on the ground, and the bare trees everywhere bring out the desolation of winter.
Zhu Biao and Elder Zuo stood quietly on the withered lawn. The atmosphere between them was more solemn than the atmosphere in this winter.
But Zhu Biao still had that proud smile on his face, and his incomparable confidence and pride were naturally revealed from the corners of his mouth.
Elder Zuo's hand was always holding the judge's pen tightly, his face was solemn, and his deep eyes were like water on Zhu Biao's face, as if Zhu Biao was the only one left in the world.
Behind him were the four Nether Sect masters. Each of them looked solemn, but they were still as soft as bone worms. They didn't even have the strength to sit up. They were surprised. They hadn't seen Elder Zuo again for many years.
Such an angry look
Elder Zuo, who was in the middle of the battle, knew that he was so heavy because of Zhu Biao. For such an enemy, he had to put aside all the distracting thoughts in his heart and devote himself wholeheartedly to this fight.
"I'm not chasing you after Black and White, I just want to tell you," Zhu Biao said calmly.
"I'm listening," Elder Zuo just responded in a low voice.
"Don't underestimate your opponents at any time, and don't be self-righteous because in this world, everything is possible." The tone of his words was very low, but his words were very weighty.
"It makes sense!" Elder Zuo smiled.
The sword was slowly unsheathed. Zhu Biao gradually narrowed his eyes and bent his waist slightly, like a tiger that wanted to bite people.
Elder Zuo took a step forward neatly, and his momentum immediately approached Zhu Biao.
At the same time as he took this step, Zhu Biao let out a low roar, and took out the sharp sheath in his hand. With a "clang" sound, the long golden arrows flew towards Elder Zuo like a long rainbow.
"Well done!" Elder Zuo turned around and flew up like a dancing crane. The judge's pen in his hand was like a crane's beak, and he nodded with an urgent whistling sound.
With a clanking sound
The tip of Zhu Biao's sword drew a circle on his chest. It seemed to be very slow, very slow, but in fact it was very fast and completed a large circle in an instant.
What surprises everyone is that this big circle is not really just one circle, but there are circles within circles. Circles within circles are like water ripples spreading on the surface of the water, like rapid ripples, with the landing point as the starting point.
In the center, one circle is denser than the other, and the shoes are denser than the other circle...
Heavy pressure fell on Elder Zuo, as if his whole body was wrapped in circles of energy.
"The universe is endless—" one of the four Nether Sect masters who fell on the ground screamed.
Elder Zuo couldn't hear anything. He concentrated wholeheartedly on his judge's pen. "The Book of the King of Hell" in the underworld is also a peerless miraculous skill that is not inferior to the "Qiankun Wuji Sword" in the Daodegong Palace.
"bite!"
Zhu Biao's sword collided with Elder Zuo's judge pen again.
There seems to be an irresistible attraction that makes Elder Zuo's left hand want to reach forward involuntarily. It is the power attached to Zhu Biao's sword.
The sword and the judge's pen faced each other, and the large and small circles in Zhu Biao's hand were like Qinghong caught in a big whirlpool, and they all covered Elder Zuo's body.
Elder Zuo let out a low roar, and the judge's pen suddenly burned with black light, exploding all the energy in his body.
It's a pity that Zhu Biao doesn't know the complete set of "Qiankun Wuji Sword". The inheritance of Qisha Sect only has a few pages of fragments of this peerless swordsmanship.
"Okay!" After being hit hard, Zhu Biao shouted and fell over.
After landing on the ground and standing firmly on both feet, Zhan Ke Zhu Biao had a blush on his face, indicating that the blow just now was by no means an ordinary contest.
Elder Zuo's heavy expression became even heavier. He rolled his left wrist and stared at Zhu Biao without blinking.
The mountain wind was fierce, but their hearts were indescribably calm, as if the whole world was contained in their hearts. Heaven, earth, wind and people were all in one.
The air that exists in any corner of the void is constantly flowing with each breath.
The gloomy murderous aura filled every inch of space, and the auras collided with the fierce mountain wind, and crackling explosions like small cannons exploded in the void. In this way, countless lights and fires can appear in the void for no reason.
The confrontation is even more extraordinary.
After taking off his black cloak, Elder Zuo was wearing a pale green robe.
The robe looks like the uniform of a low-level official in the Ming Dynasty, but it corresponds to his title as a judge of the underworld. It also fundamentally expresses the arrogance of the Yama Underworld - the Nether Sect. People in the world dare to be so unscrupulous in their extravagant hopes for national weapons.
Can the ruling dynasty tolerate it?
But the miserable green luster on the green robe, if Zhu Biao was not blind, it would be a case of phosphorus poisoning
Elder Zuo took action with all his strength. He took a step forward and suddenly saw that the withered grass on the ground turned from withered yellow to dark green. It was now dark. If his opponent's eyes were not bright, how could he have suffered such a disaster?
At the same time, invisible energy appeared around Elder Zuo. As he approached Zhu Biao, the energy grew wildly towards Zhu Biao like thousands of spiritual snakes, as if they wanted to engulf Zhu Biao completely.
You are worthy of being an innate genius! You are worthy of being an innate master.
Zhu Biao simply cannot achieve such a powerful control of inner energy.
Six electric fires appeared around him, spinning crazily, forming a dazzling halo around Elder Zuo's body.
But this bright ring is obviously light, but its essence does not have any warmth of light. It is more like a ball of icy flames, so cold that it chills people's spinal cord.
"Qiang..." A ray of light pierced the sky, and the sword drawn by Zhu Biao was connected with the cold electricity. As he moved, the pepper seemed to be a magic sword thrust straight into the zenith, dividing the night sky into two halves.
"Ding..." The soft sound like the roar of dragons and phoenixes spread throughout the foothills of the Nameless Mountain, shaking the heavens and the earth.
The Nether Sect's "Six Paths of Reincarnation" is also a famous magical skill in the Central Plains. Elder Zuo has been immersed in it for decades, and the fire is not unsound.
His body was cut in half by the pepper along with six electric fires, but this was just a light and shadow. Elder Zuo was not cut in half, but a second figure emerged and continued to attack at an unabated speed.
Zhu Biao
"Come on!" Zhu Biao's eyes flashed, and he flipped his wrist when he drew the sword. A strong red fire rose into the sky, and in an instant it turned into a giant dragon, spitting out fireworks and crashing towards Elder Zuo.
He has finally mastered the "Shadowless Divine Art", and his internal energy can be transformed into any of the Yin, Yang and Five Elements at any time.
"boom……"
The two figures were disillusioned at the same time, and immediately they fell back to their original places with a bolt of electric fire.
As soon as Zhu Biao landed on the ground, the huge inertia on his body was poured into the soil through the soles of his feet using the "Great Shift of the Universe"
The fluctuation was like an earthquake, causing all the grass stems and branches within a ten-foot radius to instantly explode into fly ash, and at this time Elder Zuo's Judge Pen struck again!
Zhu Biao's Jiure struck out again, dragging up a flash of blazing electricity. The electric light was not broad, but it contained an incomparably vast meaning.
Elder Zuo's innate realm of cultivation was actually unable to sense where Zhu Biao's sword landed. Originally he was attacking, but the next moment Judge Bi started to defend.
Elder Zuo, who started to defend himself with his hands, closed his eyes and the judge's pen froze in the air. However, the evil energy between heaven and earth seemed to surge into Elder Zuo's body from all directions, and even made people clearly understand
Sensing the evil energy flowing into his feet, it was pouring into his hands continuously.
The judge's pen is still, but there is always a sense of movement, which seems to have affected all the energy in the void, swarming into the tip of the pen and condensing it to the extreme, forming a muffled sound of thunder.
When this stroke is made, the pen tip directly affects the power of the void, and the surrounding energetic air is centered in the direction pointed by the pen tip.
Elder Zuo's image became so majestic, his long silver-white hair was dancing wildly, like a swarm of restless snakes. The silver crown that tied Zhu Biao's hair was also broken into powder, and his long black hair was dancing in the wind.
The clothes rippling in the air make the body look so majestic.
The wind seems to be getting stronger and stronger, with the whistling of sand and rocks flying, and the muffled thunder echoes, making the momentum here even more wild.
"Rumble--" A bolt of lightning split the thick clouds, like countless silver snakes dancing wildly in the sky
The four Nether Sect masters couldn't help but let out a low cry, because the countless silver snakes all gathered on the long sword that Zhu Biao had chopped off.
The long sword didn't have any brilliance at all, but it pulled up an extremely bright electric light and slashed down at Elder Zuo.
"Crack-Boom--" The cloud layer seemed to be completely split in half, and a line of dark green photoelectricity appeared in the middle.
Elder Zuo, who exuded an extremely sinister aura, had two rays of light like will-o'-the-wisps shooting out of his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his whole person looked extremely miserable and terrifying.
"boom--"
The four Nether Cult masters clearly sensed the wild flying of soil and sand and the chattering explosion.
No one could see the fight between the two, as it was completely blocked by dark green and light. Only occasionally when the sound of gold and iron could be heard, could the four of them confirm that the two were still fighting.
Only two people can feel this battle most clearly, and that is Zhu Biao and Elder Zuo
They are a different kind of feeling that cannot be described by words. The descriptive power of words is already too poor.
It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words! This sentence can speak to both of their hearts.
No one can imagine how fast Zhu Biao's sword is. Only Elder Zuo's feeling can capture it. He has been in the innate realm of Zhenjin for many years. At this moment, he only feels that he is the entire vast world. Every move of Zhu Biao is like a sword.
It becomes so slow, like a play in my mind, gently passing through
Zhu Biao could also clearly feel Elder Zuo's judge's pen. "The King of Hell's Tie" was so powerful. Each stroke was not very fast, but each stroke was absolutely inescapable, and each stroke seemed to include the heaven and earth.
Zhu Biao couldn't hide except by blocking him head-on.
Elder Zuo's hair suddenly exploded, and the roots stood upright. The mountain wind seemed to become faster and crazier in an instant. There seemed to be countless phosphorus fires rising into the sky above the ground. Wherever they passed, a streak of fire appeared on the ground.
The traces of scorch were like burning flames. The six rays of light became brighter and brighter. At the same time, more and more power gathered around Elder Zuo.
"Boom..." Elder Zuo's whole body turned into a ball of violent dark green phosphorus fire. The green robe on his body was like a lampshade, with green fire curling up from the surface.
"Boom..." The sword light collided with the phosphorus fire, and a number of brilliant fireworks exploded out of thin air. Both of them shot out in different directions, like projectiles and meteors.
The ground shook for a while, and the thick trees were broken in half. The dirt, sand and broken branches were rolled up, and the four masters of the Netherworld Cult behind them screamed in agony.
At this moment, there is another mountain seven or eight miles away from this mountain.
Song Yingzhu looked at the black and white color without any noise and looked extremely solemn. He pursued the wrong path. Instead of running into Zhu Biao, he ran into the hands of a pair of evil gods.
But fortunately, the other party's situation seems to be very bad
The mourning stick on the handle of Hei Wuchang suddenly flew away, with a sharp sound that broke through the air. It seemed that the other girl, who didn't seem to be that old, was just shocked and turned slightly sideways. When he turned sideways,
, a crystal-clear long sword was poking at the downed mourning stick like lightning!
After just a few moments of folding, the long sword was accurately pointed at the mid-waist of the mourning stick, and the mourning stick turned "whispering", emitting a cold black light, like a sharp mouth of a ghost, sweeping across Song Yingzhu's legs!
She is really lucky
She breathed in the sorrowful breeze of Hei Wuchang. Although she didn't want to fall to the ground helpless like other Nether Sect masters, her whole body was numb and her internal energy was running much slower. Otherwise, how could she fight with Hei Wuchang?
They are evenly matched
Suddenly, falling flowers floated by, and the long sword was frequently cutting and knocking in a very small range. Then, the sweeping mourning stick turned into a downward pounding hammer, and exploded on the ground with a 'boom' sound.
A big pit more than three feet deep
And that flush of red seemed to come from among the fallen flowers in the peach garden, and with the sound of "swish" and "swish", the sword edge had once again approached Hei Wuchang's vital parts!
But there is no panic at all, and the fuss and speculation is no longer enough, but the eyesight is still there. Song Yingzhu's "The Sword of the Fallen Heroes" is not unattractive, but the reality cannot be concealed from others.
Song Yingzhu's steps were fast and he was moving around strangely within a three-foot radius. The long sword in his hand shook and scattered bits and pieces of light and shadow. These dense light and shadows were heavily intertwined and connected together, and the sharp sword energy once again appeared.
Although Xuanluo Zhan continued to be shaken away by a series of impact sounds, she actually entangled Hei Wuchang.
