The two sword lights, one green and one white, rose opposite each other in the sky in the wind and snow, soaring for nine days, the wind and snow were very strong, but the momentum of the two sword intents was even greater.

Two figures, one black and one white, stood in the wind and snow, their clothes supporting the willows, moving with the wind.

The black figure was dressed in black, wrapped in camouflage, with a black headcoat on his head and a black scarf on his face, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes, and holding an extremely small snake-like serpentine sword in both hands, with a green sword glow on the sword.

The white figure is naturally Han Ziyu, at this moment, her stunning face has more blood and snow, and the skirt is also stained with a little mud, she was originally a clear sword, but her eyes are also a little more tired at this time, but her sword intent is not soft, it is still a little worse, and even after she breaks through the realm at this time, the sword intent is even stronger than before.

It is difficult for Han Ziyu to be assassinated, not because of how high her cultivation is, but because she has always been sword-minded.

is good at deduction and calculation, and the sword heart is clear, so he is naturally better at this.

Originally, she thought that no one in the secret realm here should be able to pose a threat to her, but after separating from Archie and the others that day, she couldn't find anything wrong from before she was assassinated. It's not because she thinks about other people who are a little distracted, but because she doesn't feel any killing intent in this formation, the whole world is extremely indifferent, and it is difficult to find out that it is integrated with ordinary mountains and rivers.

The formation that can change the breath of heaven and earth can be integrated with heaven and earth again, this kind of method is mysterious and rare.

Only those places of cultivation with profound roots can do this, and only then can there be such a lineage.

With a sword roar, the dilapidated formation was illuminated by a green light, like twilight coming to the forest in advance, and the green light enveloped all the trees in the valley.

The Lixue Sword shuttled through the air at an unimaginable speed, cutting countless straight lines around her body, as if it was about to cut through the space.

Those dense lines formed a barrier that protected her inside.

Han Ziyu knew that the one who dared to attack herself must not be an ordinary cultivator, and she had to deal with it carefully, so she didn't use the ordinary Xuantie Sword that she had been using before, but took out this Lixue Sword that Bing had been hiding for many years, and this sword was naturally the inheritance of the Zhongzhou Palace.

She didn't dare to take it lightly.

She didn't even think about finding the enemy and attacking, and immediately cast the most powerful sword move to protect herself.

This is a life-saving stunt created by Han Bai, the king of Zhongzhou, Han Ziyu This is the first time she has used it, in fact, this is her strongest move, but this trick is not used to hurt the enemy, but to protect herself.

"What kind of sword is this? It's so wonderful? It's perfect. Your swordsmanship, response, and decisiveness are also perfect. ”

Out of the green light like twilight came a man in black.

The aura of this man in black was very strong, his face was covered with a black cloth, and he should have changed his face with some kind of technique.

Han Ziyu looked at each other through the sword net and did not speak.

She guessed that this person might be related to the Meng family, but this person's strength should naturally be extremely strong, because he looked very confident and arrogant with his hands behind his back.

The man in black said: "It is worthy of the legendary Han Ziyu, but unfortunately, such a powerful sword move can only last for dozens of breaths at most with your current realm, and in this way, you still can't escape, because no one will come to save you, in other words, you have fallen into a dead end, what's the point of living for so long?"

Han Ziyu knew that what the man in black said made sense, and at the same time, it was also a temptation.

She didn't know the location of Archie and Mu Chensi, so naturally she couldn't ask for help, so now she could only rely on herself.

Her mind was spinning rapidly, in order to find a way to crack it, the other party's strength was too strong, and if she was not careful, she would be doomed.

Han Ziyu didn't speak, because there was no point, and there was no point in delaying time.

Her vitality is draining at a high rate.

The twilight gradually thickened, and the dilapidated formation that was shrouded in it gave birth to a sense of vicissitudes of beauty.

The beautiful scenery is not a beautiful thing, because it means that the speed of the snow sword is gradually slowing down, and the colors will be more vivid.

It is precisely because of the slowing down that the Lixue Sword began to give birth to a sword roar, bringing a sword wind.

The dilapidated formation barrier was swept by the sword wind, and dust fell in a puff.

The soil in the formation has been eroded by the wind and rain of the years, and only some bare hard lumps remain, which are also disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mud and sand fall to the ground like an hourglass, and time is coming to an end.

Just before the mud was all rubbed off, Han Ziyu moved.

She threw her right hand into the air in front of her.

The twilight in the room suddenly closed and fell on her hand, as if it had turned into a red sun.

She grabbed the Lixue Sword, took up the afterimage of her body, and stabbed at the black cloth.

If you don't leave your sword, you don't have to worry about being affected by the opponent's powerful techniques.

She has used this trick many times, tried it repeatedly, and defeated many people who are stronger than herself.

But the man in black was very calm, he should have known her move in advance, and easily avoided several sword rays, and then slapped down with one palm.

It is the palms that fall, but the sleeves that fly.

It may be that he was afraid of the strength of the Snow Sword, or it was even more likely that he didn't want to leave traces of clues, so he didn't use other means.

Even so, he was not something that Han Ziyu could resist.

The man in black rolled up his sleeves and flew up, like waves like ink in the darkness of the night.

The whistling wind went with the sleeves, extremely powerful, but the breath was so majestic, it should obviously be the authentic exercises of the Xuanmen, it was extremely upright, such exercises and means should come from the south, and only the practitioners in the south would practice such authentic exercises of the Xuanmen.

This type of practice originated in the neighboring state of Zhao, which was the most powerful state in the world before the rise of the Qin state, and was also the strongest place of authentic Xuanmen cultivation in the south.

With a bang, Han Ziyu flew upside down and slammed into the wall of the Taoist temple.

Her body fell to the ground with a rain of broken bricks, and blood spilled from the corners of her lips.

The man in black rolled his sleeves at will, and broke her human sword.

The realm gap between the two sides is too great to be bridged with sword spirit, fighting spirit and courage.

But her expression was still so indifferent, and there was no fear on her face, because this was something she had already understood.

At the same time as she hit the wall, the Snow Leaving Sword, which was shaken away like a stone, suddenly seemed to regain its vitality and broke through the roof!

Sou!

The Snow Sword flew towards the sky, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only an afterimage.

The man in black ignored it, because it was something he had already calculated, or rather something he wanted to happen.

Even if Han Ziyu was higher than the realm in the intelligence and had broken through to the Dingxuan Upper Realm, her flying sword would not be able to hurt her.

This was another extremely useful means of opposing the enemy that Han Ziyu had lost in the wireless, and he felt more and more that it was a wise move for him to take the risk of taking on this extremely well-paid mission.

It is rumored that Han Ziyu has actually been cultivating flying swords, and since the flying sword is no threat to him, then Han Ziyu naturally no longer poses a threat to him. The Man in Black thinks it's the latter.

He slapped Han Ziyu with a palm in the air.

The air suddenly deformed, and the light falling from the roof was refracted in a mess.

A powerful and continuous power reverberated in the formation, overlapping like mountains, crushing forward.

The force of this rage did not affect the temple itself, and there were no cracks in the dilapidated walls, not even dust falling.

Such a fine degree of control proves that there is something else to this man in black's terrifying realm.

It would be very unwise to deliberately exercise this kind of control at such a time.

So the truth of the matter is that the man in black did not deliberately control it, and everything was natural.

The way of heaven and earth naturally contained in the moves, and Han Ziyu confirmed the other party's origin more and more, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The palm of the man in black turned into a fist when it came to Han Ziyu's side.

The mountain condensed into a single stone, and you can imagine how heavy it was.

Even if it is a pure earth, I am afraid that it will be pierced by this punch, leaving a hole.

The man in black looked at Han Ziyu with the eyes of a dead man.

You don't even have a sword, what else can you do?

Han Ziyu raised his hands and met the fist.

There was a soft snap.

Countless sword intents were born in her hands.

Those sword intents were incomparably pure, absolutely sharp.

The dilapidated formation barrier and the surrounding trees were all shattered, crumbling towards the ground.