"How can there be a dead and gray aura? Could it be that you are not Qin Lie, but Li Tiansha, the 'Dark Sword' of Yunfang Mountain?" The rumored Li Tiansha is already nearly forty years old. But the young man in front of him is clearly less than eighteen, and he doesn't seem to be easy to face.

There is also his sword, although it is the strength of the early stage of Tongtian, but the foundation is not stable, and he just barely uses the sword momentum. However, it still gave him a sense of death that went straight to his heart at the moment. It seems that this sword momentum, no matter how it changes, no matter how it resists, it can't change the final result.

This sword that pierced the soul was several times stronger than that 'Dark Sword' Li Tiansha! Being photographed by that sword intent, Han Yan's heart almost stopped beating in an instant, and it was terrifying. The whole body felt cold and frozen. Until the gray-white sword pierced in front of his eyes. Han Yan's eyes only regained a little focus. He bit the tip of his tongue violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. The qi and blood in the body were drumming and boiling, as if a flame was burning, and only then did it expel the chill from the outside. Anger rushes like a volcanic eruption!

"No matter where you are, if you want to kill me Han Yan, don't think about it, Taiji Dinghuan Knife, give me death!ah!" The knife qi in Han Yan's hand exploded and filled the cave. A full 300,000 catties of huge force converged on the knife. As soon as you step forward, the whole crater shakes. Countless pieces of sediment fell again, as if they were about to collapse.

In just a few breaths, all the spaces within four zhang were rolled up with an earthy yellow aura. No matter what evil method he is, what sword intent he has, he is confident that he can forcibly cut it to pieces!

But I saw Qin Lie's figure, as if it had no substance, and approached him like a ghost. A sword piercing out is like a piercing from the netherworld, and it does not exist in this world.

'Ding' struck the seven-ring giant knife in his hand, and the spark cracked. The big sword of the Gundam Second-Order Spirit Soldier actually collapsed into a huge gap, and Han Yan only felt that his strength seemed to be out of control. The blade of the knife slammed and lifted, and it slashed to the side without his control.

And Qin Lie's figure was like a leaf, gently drifting back, and the dead air around his body became more and more intense.

Han Yan only felt dazed for a while, and at this moment, he was really shocked, and looked up again. The next moment, he was attracted by Qin Lie's eyes. I saw that those cold eyes were also full of gray and white, without any emotion, and indifferent. It's as if the Grim Reaper is holding a scythe in his forehand and looking down from above.

For a while, Han Yan didn't even have the idea of escaping, and he gave up hope of life.

This sword, he can't dodge, and he can't dodge it. It seems that his death has been doomed since the sword came out.

The seven-ring big knife in his hand, and the qi and blood in his body, were not only uncontrollable anymore, but also a trace of gray and dead qi spread into his body from the blade.

It was extremely cold, cutting off all his vitality, and he couldn't get rid of it with all his might.

At this moment, the situation of the two Heavenly Martial Artists in front of him was also reflected in his eyes. Han Yan couldn't help but hiss and gasped.

"What the fuck is this evil sect technique! What a weird death intention, this person, is it a human or a ghost! Which of the Ten Ancient Sects is it from? Could it be that I heard the rumors wrong before, this is really the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect who is not worth mentioning?"

As soon as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Qin Lie's figure stopped retreating. A sword forward, flashing forward. Directly in the center of his eyebrows, there was no blood light, and it was fluttering, as if a ghost passed by him.

The figure swept away, and it was more than ten zhang, and the sword light was scattered. In a few breaths, there were a few thousands of Xuanwu warriors, and they were also nodded by the gray sword shadow.

Without the strength of Tongtian, the speed at which these people's vitality disappeared was also a few points faster, and they were already gray and rotten in an instant.

And Mingdu, who was standing behind everyone, couldn't suppress the fear in his heart anymore. With a loud roar, he jerked a disc at his fingertips. The figure flew up in the air and quickly fled into the distance.

Qin Lie didn't chase either, the silver in his sleeve flashed, and a flying knife came out of his sleeve. Dozens of times faster than his figure. In a flash, it was already behind Ming Du.

Ming Jue was covered with cold sweat for a while, and hurriedly rushed to the side and turned into another fork. Just when he thought that this death crisis had been avoided for the time being, that bit of sword light suddenly swirled and hit directly.

"Mind locked, throwing knives change direction!How is this possible?"

Ming Jue scolded, and a gold bead popped out of his sleeve again, turning into a golden film. But at this moment, the shadow of the knife suddenly magical, as if it had turned into several mouths. It was like a bamboo, passing through the golden barrier and piercing his throat. The sharp knife momentum was still unabated, bringing him backwards, and then nailing it directly to the dome above.

Ming Jue was completely desperate, and the energy on the knife was frantically destroying the veins in his body. Blood vessels burst and blood gushes out. Man is not dead, but he has no life. I was also confused and stunned in my heart.

"How can this sword be the Tianyuan Sword Intent?And that person's sword, how can it be so terrifying?Why have I never heard of it?I am decided, am I going to die here, hateful——"

And at this moment, in that scene, there was already a dead silence.

Although those Ten Thousand Xuanwu Warriors had never died, they could no longer speak, and could only watch in horror as they watched the changes in these companions around them.

Those demon slaves were also shocked and distracted, and they looked at the scene in front of them, and they still couldn't believe what was in front of them.

Duan Yun was extremely curious in his heart, what was going on, why was it so quiet in this cave.

I wanted to open my eyes, but I was afraid of Qin Lie's troubles.

Among all the people, only Han Yan could still move. Turning around reluctantly, the eyes that had gradually dimmed were staring at the white-haired and white-robed figure who was holding the long sword upside down and standing in the crowd.

"Who are you, and where did the power come from?"

He knew that he had no hope of life, and he just wanted to know who killed him. What is the origin of the strange swordsmanship that took his life?

Qin Lie's expression was still indifferent, and his face became even paler. Only in the eyes, the temperature has recovered slightly. After a while, it wasn't until Han Yan's eyes showed a look of disappointment. Only then did he sigh: "Didn't you already know my identity?" As for this power, it comes from the Yellow Spring Death Bell, and I will turn it into a sword called the River Styx to die-"

"Styx is dead?" Han Yan looked stunned, and then laughed, crazy. The River Styx died, and sure enough, the River Styx converged, and the sword came out to die!

When this young man used this swordsmanship, he was doomed to die.

It's just that he is unwilling in his heart, and there are countless beauties, wines and wines waiting for him to enjoy in Zhengyang City. With this second-order spirit stone vein, even if he can only get 20% of the output, it is enough to support him to recruit troops and expand his army to conquer the world.

Why did you encounter such a monster?

I feel that the last trace of vitality, the last of my strength, is also leaving the body. Han Yan exhaled deeply, and suddenly looked up to the sky and scolded.

"God, you cheat Lao Tzu! I want Lao Tzu to die at the hands of this monster, I'll go to your uncle-"

Qin Lie raised his eyebrows and glanced at this Han Yan with slanted eyes. Although he is disgusted and contemptuous of this person, he also has a bit of resentment about this providence, and listening to Han Yan's scolding, he feels a little comfortable.

Suddenly, Qin Lie turned his head suddenly, only to see that Duan Yun behind him had already opened his eyes. It was the stunned look at the scene in front of him. Looking at the corpses in front of me, they were disappearing, withering, gradually turning into sand and dust, and collapsing. And when he looked at Qin Lie, there was both disbelief and fear in his eyes.

Qin Lie let out a wry smile, he couldn't hold back in the end. The impact of this situation on people's hearts is too great. Even Duan Yun, who had experienced bloodshed and killing, could not bear it.

I looked at my hand again, and the gray aura had already dissipated. The cold power around them also retreated before a few breaths.

But his hands were still pale. Although the dead qi did not enter his body, it also affected his body.

If you look closely, you can see that the skin has aged to close to middle age. Fortunately, the skin is already peeling at this moment. It is estimated that after three days, it will be restored.

This is the price of using the River Styx to die, and with his current cultivation, for every half a moment he uses, he will lose one month of life.

The higher the cultivation, the stronger the immortal power gathered, and the more lives it consumed, even if it is a Broken Realm martial cultivation that can live for thousands of years, it can't bear it.

But that's all secondary, and that's not where the real price lies. Whenever he used this Styx to die, his feelings would be indifferent. If you accumulate more, you will become a person with no feelings.

This set of sword duels hurts the heavens and the peace - if possible, he will not want to use it for the rest of his life. I don't want Duan Yun to see him look like a person at the moment, and he looks like a charm but not a charm.

With a sigh, Qin Lie put away the Thunder Sword again. At this moment, Xiao Jin also seemed to be affected by the dead breath, and his whole body froze.

Qin Lie was busy injecting true qi to warm up Xiao Jin's body. Then he only listened to Duan Yun, and said with a look of awe: "Brother Qin, when you have white hair, you are so domineering!"

I was wondering if that white hair would change back. I saw Qin Lie's hair. It has already started from the beginning of the bun, and in an instant, it has turned black again.

Qin Lie didn't say a word, turned his head to look at those demon slaves, and his face turned cold again.

The girl of the Demon Raccoon Clan has long since lost her life. was drained of the essence by that Ming Decision, and only supported a few breaths.

And the situation of the rest of the people is also terrifying, only to see blood-colored insects coming out of their mouths, noses and ears.

What's even more depressing is that these people have almost no feelings about it.

Qin Lie's heart sank slightly, and he was cold. This is the method of the Demon Banner Sect, he should not have any hope.

The only thing I can think of is just to let these people get rid of it quickly.

A hundred miles away from the spiritual mine here, a huge fire suddenly shone in the sky.

It is similar to the fire letter of the Danquan Sect, but when this flame bursts out, it is a huge 'Qin' character, which has not disappeared for a long time.

Just below the place where the fire was shining, two cloud-treading cars stood side by side. There were dozens of majestic wildebeest and some figures next to it.

A sixty-year-old man sits on the roof of one of the cars. He has thick eyebrows and tiger stripes on his face. The eyes are like wheels, the essence in the eyes is flickering, the momentum is calm, and the majesty is natural, and at this moment it is the face that is extremely ugly, looking at the eyes.

"Where did Qin Lie go, why didn't anyone come over? Knowing that he was in a killing situation, why did he still run around?"

Standing respectfully in front of the old man was Lian Fan, who was expressionless, only slightly embarrassed.

As a coachman, he also has the responsibility of guarding Qin Lie. But Qin Lie didn't know where to go, and it had been two full days.

Behind the old man, there is also a middle-aged man in his thirties. It is also awe-inspiring, and the body is strong and strong. With a gloomy face and a square countenance, there is nothing surprising about it. There are three long whiskers on each side of the lips. At this time, they are falling together, and it seems to be angry.

And standing on the top of the other carriage were Lin Miaoke and Zhao Yu. Hearing the old man's words, he also raised his eyebrows, and turned to Zhao Yu reproachfully: "Do you know where the prince is going, at least in which direction, can you always know?

Zhao Yu shook his head and pointed to the hills next to him, which was an answer.

I secretly complained in my heart, with the temperament of that little devil, how could I dare to ask? Even if he asked, Qin Lie probably wouldn't pay attention to it.

She can see clearly, that Qin Lie has been completely treated as a mosquito and fly recently, and she feels disgusted and unwilling to care.

The sixty-year-old man's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were a little astringent. He snorted again, closed his eyes and said, "Why don't you speak?"

Lian Fan's body moved at this time, and he leaned over slightly: "Senior, please be calm and don't be impatient, presumably Young Master Qin Lie won't need much time to rush back." With the power of the young master, he will be safe and sound. ”

"With the ability of the young master, he is safe and sound? Hey, what is his ability, I really don't know Hu Ze! Who are you? I don't remember that you were among Qin Lie's guards?"

The old man sneered, and looked at Lian Fan with a cold expression: "If you have a lie, I will definitely break you to pieces." ”

Lin Miaoke's breath was suffocated, she shook her lips lightly, and her fists clenched tightly unconsciously.

Lian Fan's expression moved slightly, but he didn't dare to resist, but there was a faint look of anxiety on his face.

- Why hasn't that person arrived yet?

He immediately smiled apprehensively and said: "My name is Lian Fan, and I am the escort chauffeur sent by the city lord of Ziyun County Xuzheng Yuan to the young master Qin Lie, where is the young master Qin Lie, Lian Fan does not dare to speculate, and even if he says it below, most of the seniors don't believe it, so it's better to wait for the young master to rush back and talk to the seniors in person." Please rest assured, the young master will never disappoint you!"

Hearing this, Hu Ze was noncommittal, but the middle-aged man behind him sneered: "Won't you disappoint my father?" Qin Lie has already disappointed my Heavenly Demon Sect. What qualifications does he have to not disappoint his father?ah, yes, he doesn't give up hope, so he can't talk about disappointment—"

Lian Fan was silent for a while and didn't speak, but Hu Ze's eyes were cold, and he opened his mouth to scold: "Hu Rui, shut up for me! No matter how Qin Lie is, he is also the son and son of my boundless brother? If you say no to him again, believe it or not, I will kick you out of the house?"

That Hurui looked stunned, and closed his mouth stupidly, revealing a little unwillingness. That Hu Ze also looked up at the sky again, only to see that the word 'Qin' had gradually dimmed.

I couldn't help frowning: "Send another talisman! Since you must wait for Qin Lie to come back, then wait for him to come back. I'll wait for him a little longer. Just take it as a distraction for the Boundless Brother—"

Lin Miaoke's willow eyebrows immediately frowned slightly.

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