Chapter 611 The power of a sword, the prison master was severely injured
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
Han Zhiyun's sleeves flew out quickly, and her delicate body rotated with it, faster and faster. Suddenly, she flew up from the ground, and released a fierce attack from her sleeves, covering Chu Feifan airtightly.
Waving her jade hand, dozens of snow-white gauze curtains fluttered out. Han Zhiyun's clothes fluttered like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, and fierce ripples of true energy arose in the palace.
There was a look of astonishment on Jin Mian's face. She didn't expect that Emperor Chu, who was as good as her in cultivation, would actually hurt her with a sword.
at this time.
Watching Chu Feifan and Han Zhiyun fight for dozens of rounds and remain invincible, she knew that she had underestimated Emperor Chu. No wonder she was not an enemy of Yihe.
Above the palace.
The figures of Chu Feifan and Han Zhiyun were flying around, as if they were dancing in the air, and they were coming and going. At the same time, the attacks between the two became more and more fierce.
Countless strands of gauze flew up around Han Zhiyun's body, violent aura lingered on her beautiful figure, a cold light flickered in her watery eyes, and a cold and tender voice sounded.
"Emperor Chu, suffer death!"
"Haha, you haven't defeated me in dozens of rounds. You look a little frustrated."
"Don't worry, I have always cared for you and will not kill you!"
Chu Feifan laughed loudly, murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes, and he quickly activated the Taixu ancient sword in his body, and Zhan Lu flew out of his hand.
Instantaneous time.
There was a strong wind in the palace, and the displays on the ground fell to the ground, making a messy collision sound.
Han Zhiyun looked intently, and saw that his whole body was like a sharp sword that cut the sky, exuding a murderous aura that devoured gods and souls.
"Demon Slaughter Prison Lord, take my sword and try it!"
Chu Feifan's violent voice sounded, and the roaring wind swept through the surrounding sky. The sword energy rose into the sky like a rainbow, and then a sea of swords volleyed down.
He knew in his heart that he would have a chance to win only if he took advantage of his unpreparedness. Han Zhiyun's cultivation level was higher than his own. If he continued to fight hard, he would lose sooner or later.
Sea of swords?
He can actually turn his true energy into steel and condense the sea of swords. Such a terrifying understanding of the way of swordsmanship is truly unmatched.
Han Zhiyun was horrified, her jade arms quickly danced up, and the vast zhenqi in her body stirred up her body. The light and ethereal veil was like a roaring dragon, frantically hitting the sea of swords that fell from the sky.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
There was an explosion that resounded through the sky, smoke and dust fell from the sky above the palace, and the entire underground palace seemed to be shaking slightly under the blow.
The sky was filled with smoke and dust. Chu Feifan shook his hand gently and looked at Han Zhiyun. He saw that Shengxue's white clothes were stained with scarlet, his pretty face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were flashing with astonishment.
"Impossible, how could he be so strong?"
This was the only thought in Han Zhiyun's mind at the moment. She could not accept her defeat at the hands of Chu Feifan.
For twenty years, she experienced endless darkness, no childhood, no joy, only bloody killings, and endless repairs.
At the age of twenty, his cultivation level reached half a level of martial arts. Looking at the entire War Continent, he was the leader among the younger generation, but today Chu Feifan was easily defeated.
Seeing Han Zhiyun's silhouette retreating, Chu Feifan's figure rose into the air and quickly chased after her.
All of this was planned and controlled by her, so only she could answer the doubts in her heart, and she could never be allowed to leave Sin City so easily.
"Master of Demon Slaughter Prison, I know that you are only the supreme controller of Sin City, but I am afraid that the master of the entire Demon Slaughter Prison is someone else."
"Tell me, where is Shangguan Bangning, and what is your ultimate goal in planning everything!"
Two doubtful voices sounded in succession. Han Zhiyun glanced back at Chu Feifan, her beautiful figure fluttered, her jade hand was placed on the wall to activate the mechanism, trying to escape.
When Jin Mian saw Chu Fei Fan Ling attacking from the air, his figure fluttered and appeared in front of him to stop him and buy time for Han Zhiyun.
"Whoa!"
Chu Feifan never glanced at Jin Mian. He raised his hand and swung out his long sword. The sword light flew out and a column of blood shot up violently, followed by screams that echoed in the palace.
The sword light passed through the body, and the golden-faced figure floated down in the air. Chu Feifan's eyes were firmly fixed on Han Zhiyun.
"No one can leave without my permission!"
Say it.
Chu Feifan landed, rushed forward with inertia, put his arms on the stone wall, turned around and quickly entered the stone room behind the mechanism.
When Han Zhiyun looked back, Chu Feifan was chasing after her, a look of panic appeared on her pretty face. She felt defeated for the first time in twenty years.
Han Zhiyun, who was chasing after him and was seriously injured, was obviously a little panicked. On the other hand, when Emperor Chu was moving forward quickly, the elixir in the spiritual ring flew out of his mouth and swallowed it.
The elixir melted immediately in the mouth, and the vast and majestic power of true energy wandered in the eight extraordinary meridians, and his figure fluttered and turned into an afterimage and left.
Han Zhiyun felt a strong wind coming from behind her. Just as she was about to look back, an extremely overbearing and coercive force came.
"Whoa!"
Chu Feifan raised his hand and grabbed her arm, and pulled Han Zhiyun's beautiful figure into his arms.
"I said, no one can leave without my real permission!"
The beauty in my arms is as warm as jade.
Han Zhiyun felt the warmth coming from her ears, her pretty face instantly turned bright red, and her beautiful figure kept struggling to break away from Chu Feifan's restraints.
Under the fierce struggle, the elegant and fragrant air came, and a touch of softness touched his chest.
"You are at the end of your rope now. Tell me the secret of the Demon Slaughter Prison as soon as possible. Maybe I can consider sparing you a life!"
"Otherwise, I will make your beauty disappear immediately. I am very good at destroying flowers with my own hands!"
"Ha ha............."
Hearing Chu Feifan's threat, Han Zhiyun sneered for a while, then became quiet and looked up at Emperor Chu who was very close at hand.
"The Demon Slaughter Prison has not been released for a hundred years. This time it returns with force, the War Continent will be completely chaotic. If Emperor Chu dares to ruin the major event of the Demon Slaughter Prison, he will not escape death even if he has ten lives!"
A cold and bone-crushing voice came, Chu Feifan let go of Han Zhiyun in his arms, and a domineering and stern voice sounded.
"My destiny is up to me and not to God, not to mention the Demon Slaughter Prison. Even if it is God, it doesn't matter. Why should I be afraid of it?"
"Answer my two questions quickly, otherwise you will die!"
Finished speaking.
The Zhanlu Sword was unsheathed and pressed against Han Zhiyun's neck. If she moved forward even a little bit, she would be killed instantly.
"kill me!"
"Emperor Chu, you can take action!"
Han Zhiyun had a firm look on her face, as if she was not afraid of life or death, with a determined look in her watery eyes.
"kill you!"
"Don't even think about it, I want you to surrender completely!"
As Chu Feifan spoke, he flicked the wine out of his spiritual ring, and the strong zhenqi lingered on his fingertips. The wine jar shattered in the void, and the crystal clear water droplets quickly sank into Han Zhiyun's body under the impact of the zhenqi.
Everything happened among the stars and flints. Han Zhiyun didn't know what Emperor Chu wanted. Just as a look of doubt appeared on her pretty face, she felt the pain of tens of thousands of corpses of ants in her body.