The breath of life in Zhu Yi's body is gradually passing away.
Huang San's fat face was still cheerful, and a pair of small eyes had a ferocious light. He was torturing Zhu Yi slowly, when suddenly his face changed slightly and he looked behind him.
At the exit of a tunnel, stood a young man dressed in white as snow and wearing a green bamboo hat.
The young man raised his head, revealing his face under the bamboo hat. He looked quite upright, with extremely white skin and a few white pockmarks on his face.
The most eye-catching thing about this man is the long sword at his waist. The scabbard is engraved with simple and thick landscape carvings.
Except for Zhu Yi, who was gradually losing consciousness, everyone present shrank their pupils when they saw the long sword: "A member of the Shushan Sword Sect?"
Although he looked up at Huang San in mid-air, his expression was completely condescending, and he grinned: "Fat man, have you ever seen a young Taoist priest wearing a white robe, feathers, and a star crown, with a little kid beside him?
child?"
The young man's tone was frivolous and rude. Although Huang San still had a smile on his face, his eyes had turned cold.
In front of Marquis Xuanji, Huang San was a slave, but no one else dared to look down upon him, Marquis Xuanji's confidant.
Not to mention the Xuanji Hou Mansion, but also the entire territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, when facing him, most people would respectfully address him as "Mr. Huang San".
Several foundation-building monks showed dissatisfaction. One of the foundation-building monks had not taken action before. Thinking that his lack of performance was unjustifiable, he wanted to curry favor with Huang San, so he reprimanded: "This is the third gentleman of the Xuanji Hou Mansion. The rules are
Otherwise, even the Shushan Sword Sect won’t be able to protect you!”
When the young man in the bamboo hat heard this, he just smiled silently without turning his eyes away.
But the long sword at his waist suddenly came out of his body, turned into a wisp of cold light, and flew towards the foundation-building monk.
Huang San's face darkened: "How outrageous!" The cold air in the sky condensed, trying to freeze the sword of the young man in the bamboo hat.
But when the sword light of the young man in the bamboo hat was about to come into contact with Huang San's cold energy, it suddenly disappeared.
Huang San was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "Be careful!"
Before the attacked Foundation Establishment monk had time to react, the sword light that had disappeared suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air, very close at hand!
The sword light penetrated his head and flew back into the scabbard of the young man in the bamboo hat.
At this moment, the foundation-building monk realized what he was doing. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. A trace of blood slowly appeared between his eyebrows. The next moment, it suddenly burst out, and blood splashed in the air.
"How brave!" Huang San's face turned livid, and he threw Zhu Yi to one of his men. Without his magic power to suppress him, Zhu Yi finally regained his consciousness and spat out a big mouthful of blood. His face turned pale, as if he had been seriously ill.
Huang San couldn't care about him at this time, his fat face was full of frost: "Cut the void and break the sky, Shushan Shaoze's sword is indeed well-deserved, but you are showing off your power in the wrong place, this is Dazhou,
And the people you killed were people from the Xuanji Hou Mansion!"
The young man in the bamboo hat cracked his mouth and smiled: "I'm asking you, have you ever seen a young Taoist with a child, wearing a white robe, feathers and stars?"
Huang San was extremely angry and laughed back: "Shushan Sword Sect is really arrogant. They even dare to kill people from my Xuanjihou Mansion. You can't even think of leaving the territory of Dazhou alive!"
The young man in the bamboo hat smiled and said: "It seems that you are not going to answer my question, so there is no use keeping you." After that, the sword light was unsheathed again.
"The world is frozen, and frost is flying thousands of miles away!" Huang San laughed angrily, forming seals with his hands. Suddenly, the entire underground palace was filled with wind and snow, countless cold air condensed together, and the air was filled with white.
The remaining foundation-building monks and Zhu Yi, although Huang San's target was not them at all, the aftermath was enough to make them almost freeze.
Not only is the body frozen, but also the thinking becomes slower and the brain cannot move.
This is a sign that even the soul will freeze!
In order to guard against his opponent's flying sword that could flash out of the void, Huang San activated his magic power to the extreme, and the cold air spread all around his body. No matter where the flying sword appeared from, he could defend it.
"Shu Shan Shao Ze's sword weapon is indeed strange and unpredictable, but if the sword is taken in an eccentric direction, the direct damage is not enough. His golden elixir sword master can kill the foundation with ease, but if he wants to deal with me, he has made the wrong idea!"
Huang San was thinking when the voice of a young man in a bamboo hat suddenly came from the cold air: "Dazhou? Xuanjihou? You are indeed very strong, but the problem is that you are weak. It makes it impossible for me to leave the territory of Dazhou alive. Zhu Hongwu can say this, but you
No, not to mention that even if it is Zhu Hongwu, I will surpass him one day."
The cold air in the underground palace suddenly fluctuated violently, and an extremely domineering icy sword light broke through the cold air and slashed straight at Huang San.
This sword light is dazzling, flashing with cold light, and every ray of light it emits is an indestructible and domineering sword light.
This sword is like thousands of sword lights merging together. Ten thousand swords merge into one, invincible!
Unlike the previous Shao Ze Sword that could move in the void, this sword does not have any fancy changes, only the ultimate power.
Huang San was shocked: "It's not the Shaoze sword, but the Shaoshang sword, the most powerful and domineering among the six swords of Shushan? He actually mastered two swords at the same time?!" In a hurry, Huang San gathered his magic power
, condensed into a black ice shield in front of him.
This is Huang San's strongest defensive method. He had never used it against the Golden Core Talisman before, but now he used it without hesitation.
But everything was in vain. Facing the sky-breaking sword of the young man in a bamboo hat, the cold fog filled the sky and broke! The black ice shield was still broken!
Seeing the sword light coming before his eyes, Huang San roared unwillingly: "It has been frozen for ten thousand years and cannot be shaken!"
A layer of ice and snow appeared on the surface of Huang San's body, and his whole body seemed to be frozen into ice cubes. It was as hard, stubborn, and indestructible as ice for thousands of years! At the same time, it was crystal clear, extremely ancient, and thick!
But, it's still useless!
In Huang San's horrified eyes, the sword light completely ignored his defense and broke through his body like a knife cutting through tofu, then exploded inside his body. Suddenly tens of thousands of sword lights shot out of Huang San's body.
Huang San's fat body was like a blown balloon, exploding in the air and turning into a mist of blood.
The sword light that exploded was endless, directly beating the surrounding ice and stone walls full of holes, like a honeycomb.
Zhu Yi stared blankly at the young man in a bamboo hat who sheathed his sword. The foundation-building monks from Xuanjihou Mansion beside him were also dumbfounded.
With one sword, just one sword, this young man in a bamboo hat killed Huang San, who was also in the Golden Core stage.
Huang San still had many methods that he had not used, and even the golden elixir could not self-destruct, so he was killed by his opponent.
Zhu Yi suddenly had the urge to laugh. Huang San's words, "We are both golden elixir-level monks, and our cultivation levels are still high and low." The words were still ringing in his ears, but now he himself became the best annotation for this sentence.
"Wait a minute, the young Taoist in white robes, feathers and stars is very similar to the man I met in the temple that day. Could it be..." Zhu Yi suddenly felt something in his heart and lowered his head in silence: "I wonder if he is the same as this Shushan sword cultivator?
, which one is stronger?”
The young man in a bamboo hat looked at them and grinned: "Remember my name, Liu Yang, I will be the one to kill Zhu Hongwu."
Looking at the stunned people, Liu Yang pressed down his bamboo hat and turned to leave: "It's boring. It's so boring. I'd better continue to find the young Taoist who humiliated the Fiery Sword Sect."
He licked his lips and said with a smile: "This person should be in this underground palace. I hope he can give me more fun."
…………
Lin Feng was in an extremely bad mood at this time.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble--" A blood-red river roared and surged in front of him. It was dark and gloomy, and emitted a pungent and nauseating smell. Just by smelling this smell, Lin Feng felt that the operation of his magic power had become difficult and obscure.
Previously, a strong mana attack suddenly erupted in the underground palace, which affected the space changes. Lin Feng's master and apprentice were caught in a gap in the space and were teleported directly to the depths of the underground palace.
Fortunately, the three of them were not separated, but Lin Feng never expected that his group would be teleported to the edge of the Netherworld Blood River underground.
Lin Feng looked at the most evil and filthy water in the world and felt like crying without tears. On the surface, he pretended to be confident in front of his two apprentices, and introduced them to the true water of the blood river in an orderly manner, telling them to stay away from it.
The most filthy thing.
After hearing the power of the Netherworld Blood River, Xiao Yan and Xiao Bu Dian both turned pale. They nodded quickly and followed Lin Feng closely, fearing to avoid the Blood River.
Lin Feng pondered as he walked: "Although the black cloud flag, a magic weapon, is good, it doesn't matter. I am lucky to get it, but I will lose my life. On the contrary, Zhu Yi, after spending so much effort, this apprentice must get it."
Just as he was thinking about it, the little kid on the side suddenly tugged on Lin Feng's sleeve: "Master, look over there."
When Lin Feng woke up, he looked in the direction of the little girl's finger, and saw a big man in gray clothes with short hair, covered in blood, sitting in a miserable state on the edge of the Netherworld Blood River, meditating. It turned out to be the monk Hui Ku from before.
Hui Ku had a painful and depressed expression on his face, and a faint golden Buddha light flashed all over his body. On the surface of the Buddha light, cyan flames and red blood stains were entangled together.
Lin Feng understood clearly in his heart: "This monk has somehow been contaminated with the true water of the Blood River. He is now using Buddha's light to protect his body, and then using blue flames to expel the dirty blood."
Looking at this scene, Lin Feng's face habitually showed a smile as warm and genial as the sunshine in spring.
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