"Hmph, such a person deserves to die, and he doesn't even say thank you. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Net 8" Yan Ruyu wrinkled her small Qiong nose, Chen Xiong's attitude towards Zhou Liang made her very dissatisfied.

Lu Wing Chun also snorted coldly.

He Chi didn't say anything, and took the disciple of Difeng, who was like King Kong, but with a shy expression like a little girl, and returned to his room.

Zhou Liang always looked as usual, without annoyance, put away the medicine bottle, thanked the two girls, took out some dry food and water from the storage space, and sat down with them at the square table in the hall to eat.

Calculating the time, a whole day has passed since he was teleported into this mysterious Netherworld Dao Pattern Illusion Array.

During this process, Lee Min Ho never showed up, and he didn't know what he was doing.

In the blink of an eye, another half a day passed.

It was Zhou Liang's turn to patrol around the inn with Lu Wing Chun and Yan Ruyu.

Standing quietly at the top of the roof, looking around, there was still scarlet air and light, and the ghostly ghost fire that was looming in the distance, and the silence around was terrifying.

Over time, a strange thing was born.

I don't know why, an inexplicable irritability suddenly rose in Zhou Liang's heart, and the killing intent was steaming.

"What's going on? I've never had this situation before. ”

Zhou Liang ran the Xuanyin True Qi, meditated, and dispelled distracting thoughts, which made him a little better.

But after a while, that kind of irritability unexpectedly appeared in Zhou Liang's heart again, making him suddenly become extremely bloodthirsty, and he couldn't help but have an urge to draw his sword and rush down to the inn to kill him.

"How so?"

Zhou Liang is sure that it shouldn't just be his own problem.

Because soon, the sound of fighting came from inside the inn.

By the time Zhou Liang rushed over, a battle had ended, and a loose cultivator died on the spot by his most trusted companion, and just because of a few quarrels, the two sides fought and caused a tragedy.

"Why is this happening? I never thought of killing him, he's my best brother...... But...... I can't seem to control myself just now...... What the hell is going on?"

The murderer's hands were stained with blood, and he knelt tremblingly in a pool of blood on the ground, looking terrified, not like a disguise.

Before everyone could say anything, they heard him suddenly cry like crazy, grabbed the blood sword on the ground, and inserted his backhand into his chest without hesitation, spurting blood from his mouth, and actually committed suicide directly.

This scene stunned everyone.

An atmosphere of terror spread uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.

Because it's so abnormal.

Moreover, everyone felt a kind of restlessness that was becoming more and more difficult to suppress, wanting to draw their swords and killing, wanting to see blood, wanting to hear screams and wails, and a touch of blood gradually spread from everyone's eyes......

"Where's the corpse? Why is the corpse gone?" a scream of surprise spurred everyone's eardrums.

Only then did everyone realize that the corpse of the first dead Sanxiu just now suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had melted into the air, and only the weapons and clothes were left on the ground.

Zhou Liang's pupils shrank.

This was exactly the same as the scene of the more than ten Tang Sect disciples who died before, and the corpses disappeared silently.

Moreover, this time it was even more bizarre, it turned out to be surrounded by so many people, and disappeared mysteriously.

"Look, this corpse is melting......"

Someone suddenly pointed to the body of the suicide, and everyone looked at it intently, only feeling creepy.

It turned out that there was a trace of vine-like crimson light on the bluestone ground, which quietly diffused over the corpse, and then the skin, flesh and bones of the deceased, like melting thin ice, penetrated into the cracks in the bluestone ground bit by bit, and in just the blink of an eye, only clothes and weapons remained.

Along with the two corpses, there was also the blood that had previously flowed on the ground.

Everyone only felt a bone-chilling cold rising from the tail vertebrae to the Heavenly Spirit Gai, this scene was too weird and terrifying, the ground seemed to be a bloodthirsty desolate demon, silently devouring the body and blood of the deceased, as well as the crimson glow......

"Hahaha, lowly ants, please me with your lowly life and sweet blood!"

The eerie, tyrannical and terrifying voice before began to resurface in everyone's minds at this moment.

This eerie and netherworld city is definitely not as simple as it seems, it seems to deliberately provoke people to kill each other, sucking the power of corpses and blood, this situation reminds everyone of the legendary blood sacrifice, relying on the flesh and blood of the dead, to achieve certain conditions, to achieve some kind of evil power.

That's when it happened

"Truly!"

A sinister laugh like a night owl, eerie and terrifying, came from outside.

"Who?" Zhou Liang was the first to react, his body moved, and he drifted out like a wisp of green smoke.

The others reacted one after another, and they all rushed out of the gate like arrows from the string.

……

Zhou Liang had just rushed out of the door of the inn, and was greeted by a red flame, with a compelling scorching heat, mercilessly strangled like a giant python.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost, get out of here!" Zhou Liang didn't dodge it, and punched out.

In the roar of the strong wind, his fist came out halfway, and the right fist and right arm of the whole person were already covered with crystal-like silver ice crystals, and the fine ice chips spread out like an ice storm, and when his fist was completely blasted out, a pillar of light composed of silver fine ice crystals, the front end formed a transparent fist shape, and burst out.

Bang!

Red flames splashed, and ice chips fluttered.

There was a mess all around.

On the opposite roof, in the scarlet shimmer, a slender figure stood proudly.

He was wearing a snow-white robe, blowing without wind, his blood was as long as a burning flame, and like a swimming piece of blood, and he was wearing a bronze grimace mask on his face, as if he was smiling but not laughing, as if crying but not crying, with an indescribable weirdness, standing quietly, like a terrible ghost wandering in the dark.

At the same time, everyone else in the inn had already rushed out.

"Who are you?" Zhou Liang was surrounded by silver ice crystal snow, urging Xuanyin True Qi.

He didn't dare to be careless, just one move just now, let Zhou Liang know that the person in front of him was definitely a fierce opponent.

"You, who is Zhou Liang?" said a voice floating from the crack in the ground, coming from under the bronze grimace mask, adding a bit of eerie fear.

"I am. Zhou Liang slowly approached forward.

"Boom...... Then I'm the one who killed you!"

The voice did not fall.

The bronze ghost-faced masked figure flickered, and instantly arrived in front of Zhou Liang like lightning.

He struck it lightly, and his entire palm was shrouded in red flames, and the scorching void was scorching.

Zhou Liang's face remained unchanged, and he also slapped a palm.

This palm attracted the power of Xuanshuang, and the palm was covered with brilliant ice crystals, and the silver-white ice qi was swirling, with a piercing chill.

Bang!

Zhou Liang didn't say a word, and held his backhand in the void, and the peachwood sword was already in his hand.

Most of his abilities are on the sword, a sword in his hand, and suddenly the momentum is great, the sword light suddenly blooms in the void, the ice crystals splash, and in the midst of the dragon's groan, a lifelike and delicate phantom of the dragon's claws emerges, and a trace of real dragon breath fills the void.

As soon as Zhou Liang made a move, he was the best at covering the sea god dragon sword, which showed that he also attached great importance to the opponent in front of him.

The bronze ghost-faced masked man exhaled and pushed out twenty-one palms, and twenty-one palm-print flames continued to hit the claws of the Divine Dragon Phantom Ice Crystal, and in a series of terrifying power explosions, it finally resisted the terrifying sword shadow Divine Dragon Claws.

The scorching flames and the bone-chilling ice clashed constantly.

On one side is the spark dance, on the other side is the splash of ice crystals, forming a rare meteorological spectacle, only to see the white mist rise halfway, click and freeze into ice slag again, and the ice slag has not fallen to the ground, but has been remelted into a hot and burning mist.

A whirlwind caused by the alternation of hot and cold appeared beside the two of them and escaped in all directions.

Everyone at the door of the inn was stunned by the fierce battle in front of them.

Lu Wing Chun and Yan Ruyu looked at the two flickering figures nervously, for fear that Zhou Liang would have an accident, and their palms held the hilt of the sword, once Zhou Liang was gone, the two would join forces to attack.

In the crowd, Lee Min Ho, who had never appeared, also appeared, watching the battle with a nervous expression.

……

Laugh at!

The flying sword in Zhou Liang's hand flashed, cutting through the long sleeves of the bronze ghost-faced man.

A touch of silver frost suddenly spread down his long sleeves, instantly staining his entire right arm.

The bronze ghost-faced man snorted coldly, his body exploded, his left palm swept on his right arm, the flames removed the frost power attached to it, his hands grabbed in the void, and a pair of strange-shaped broken knives appeared in his hands, and the red flames spread along his palms, covering the entire blade in the blink of an eye.

He finally used his weapon.

It is a very rare pair of full moon broken knives.

In the next moment, the two figures collided together again.

Dingding!!!

The sound of the sudden impact of weapons bloomed in the silent Netherworld like a rainstorm pear, and it was extremely harsh.

The figure flickered, the sword light and the shadow of the sword, like a dream, like a fantasy, like a reality, and it was not clear at all.

In the end, there was only the light of the sword in the field, silver ice crystals and red true fire splashed, and the white mist steamed, forming a column of air that rose into the sky, enveloping the figures of the two of them, and the people watching next to them could no longer see the specific content of the battle with the naked eye.

The scattered cultivators who had almost clashed with Zhou Liangsheng before were all shocked by each other.

This is the first time they have seen Zhou Liang shoot with all his might, and it is also the first time they know that it turns out that this young man who looks like a gentleman has such a high strength, and they can't help but be afraid for a while, if they really angered Zhou Liang regardless of life or death, I am afraid that they don't need the help of other disciples of the Xinyun Sect, and Zhou Liang alone can kill them all.

Thinking of Chen Xiong killing more than a dozen loose cultivators by himself, he was originally dissatisfied with the scattered cultivators of the Great Gate Sect, at this time, he finally understood the terrible thing about the Great Gate Sect.

Suddenly, a muffled snort came from the battle circle.

A burst of blood burst out.

The figure was separated at the touch of a button, and the bronze ghost-faced figure staggered, and a smear of blood overflowed from his shoulder, but it was Zhou Liang's peachwood sword that broke through the defense of his full moon flame knife and stabbed him in the shoulder.

The Bronze Ghostface leaped to his feet, flashed onto the rooftop by the side of the street, and flew off into the distance.

Zhou Liang's body flickered, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and it was almost to the extreme, like an arrow off the string, flying down and chasing after him.

"Senior Brother Zhou, poor Kou Mo chase!" Lu Wing Chun stopped him, and Yan Ruyu wanted to follow to help, but Zhou Liang and the bronze ghost-faced man were too fast, and when the two girls just jumped on the roof, they looked up, but they were already gone.

"Two junior sisters, come back first! Don't disperse, Senior Brother Zhou's strength is unfathomable, and there will be no danger. He Chi of Difeng said loudly.

Lu Wing Chun and Yan Ruyu could only come back helplessly.

"I hope Senior Brother Zhou won't have any accidents!"

……

Zhou Liang waved the word "one" to the extreme, like an unfathomable wisp of green smoke, chasing after him.

He sensed an extremely strange aura on this bronze ghost-faced man, which seemed to be somewhat familiar, but extremely unfamiliar, and although the sword technique of this bronze ghost-faced man was extremely wonderful, there was a sense of sluggishness between the move conversions, and Zhou Liang instinctively felt that if he used a flying sword to show it, it would be even more powerful.

Moreover, although the voice of the bronze ghost-faced man was ermerging, it gave Zhou Liang an illusion of deliberately concealing it.

The Bronze Ghostface is definitely hiding something.

These are now, so that Zhou Liang ignored the danger and chased him down alone.

Zhou Liang is confident in his own strength.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them chased and fled, rushing out for at least four or five thousand meters, flashing and jumping between the streets, rooftops and shops like jumping pills, and their bodies were extremely fast.

Zhou Liang's crossing of the river with a reed is an extremely advanced exercise, which has been pushed to the extreme, almost to the realm that is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

However, the light skills of the bronze ghost-faced man are also very good, like a ghost, hidden from time to time, and it is no less than crossing the river with a reed.

"Stay for me!"

Zhou Liang, who was running, moved in his heart, shook his wrist, and a few wisps of silver flew out, and the three flying knives took on a zigzag shape and headed towards the back of the bronze ghost-faced man.

The bronze ghost-faced man turned back, his hand breaking and dancing with his sword.

Ding Ding Ding!

Sparks splashed, metal clanged, and knives were all knocked away.

Taking advantage of this pause, Zhou Liang's body suddenly strengthened, and suddenly the distance between them was shortened by hundreds of meters.

Opposite side.

The bronze ghost-faced man no longer ran away, but stood quietly in place.

A strange aura that had never appeared before swirled around his demon-like figure, and when he released his palm, two broken knives fell to the ground and were thrown away by him, and then the cold light flashed in his palm, and they were replaced by two sharp snowy flying swords.

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