"Therefore, from the standpoint of the main hall, this divine weapon of the Sword Sect must be left behind! And with my powerless power, the Sword Sect can only come to the door to apologize and give me an explanation. This matter, whether it is reasonable or reasonable, is not my fault!"

"I've said all this just to tell you. Seeking the truth, this knife is the most suitable only if it stays in Wutian. Not only can it save a lot of trouble, but it can also save the already turbulent rivers and lakes from an unnecessary dispute. ”

"Of course, if this temple says this, you won't listen to it. The main hall has nothing to say. It's just that you should know the identity of the main hall, if you really want to do it, even if the main hall mobilizes the army, it will wipe you out alive!"

Speaking of this, He Yun's eyes suddenly shone with cold light. He was gambling, betting that the blood-clothed Buddha would be soft. After all, the ghost knife is now exposed to the public, and for her, it really does more harm than good.

Not far from the Drunken Eight Immortals Restaurant, the fat man heard He Yunye's words, and couldn't help but secretly sweat for him. If others don't know He Yunye's situation, will he still not know? That is, within the Guogong Mansion, a few people can be pulled out.

The fat man knew that He Yun was just bluffing. Only those who don't know the details may be frightened by his identity.

"Yes! Dare to be presumptuous in my lawlessness! It's not a pity to die!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince really deserves to be the son of the prince! ”

"It is reasonable, in today's world, except for the people in power of the major forces, who dares to be so right with the madman of the Bloody Buddha? ”

"And the sword sect master, have you noticed it, whether it is the Bloody Buddha or His Royal Highness the Prince, they have not taken him seriously. It's just a clown jumping off the beam. ”

"Hmph! The sectarian forces have long been grasshoppers after the autumn, and they won't be able to jump for a few days. ”

The diners who ran out of the restaurant looked at Gao Tian intently and talked about it. When it comes to the sects in the West Pole, they can't help but show disdain.

"Did you hear that just now? This strong man seems to be my lawless person. ”

"yes, definitely. It's just that I don't know which lord of the dynasty it is?"

"It doesn't matter who you are. Originally, I was still dissatisfied, why did the emperor let them mess around, but no one stopped them. It turns out that the adults have been here for a long time. ”

Above the sky, in the dense crowd, someone spoke.

"Oh, that's just your eyes. Do you know why I don't speak? That's because I can see it. That lord is my lawless man!"

An obscene-looking old man, with a conceited face, said proudly.

When the people around him heard this, Qi Qi gave him a look of contempt, and some people even directly said mockingly:

"Li Lao Wu, forget it. Who doesn't know about you? You were too scared to speak just now, did you? Say, are you afraid that the Bloody Buddha will be strangled to death when she hears about it?"

"Haha, haha, Brother Wang is right, it must be so. ”

The solemn atmosphere in the crowd finally loosened after He Yunye's voice fell.

"You!

The old man named Li Lao Wu pointed to the person who spoke with a flushed face, and the laughing crowd, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Uhhhh

"Woo~Woo~"

The sound of terrible screams, and the sound of whimpering like crying, suddenly sounded in the air.

He Yunye, the Blood-clothed Buddha, and the cultivators present couldn't help but look towards where the sound came from.

I saw that above the sky, endless black qi rose to the sky. A mighty, but extremely illusory hazy knife shadow, huge, tore the clouds and the moon, slashed the night sky, and emerged from the sky.

Vaguely, above the huge sword shadow, a figure several times smaller than it was stopped and passed through.

The sound of whimpering sounded as if from the souls of the people, from low to high, and intensified. Kang Shaoqian's screams gradually became sluggish, until they were almost inaudible.

Bang!

A moment later, a corpse, ragged, black and purple, with an abominable face, fell from the sky. I flicked it, and there was no movement at all.

In this regard, Chang Zhiyuan didn't look at it, but just stared at the dark sword shadow in the night sky with an obsessive expression, his face full of ecstasy.

"Ghost Knife Soul!Hahahaha!Hahahaha!Knife Soul, finally appeared!Hahahaha!Knife Soul, listen! This seat is the master of the ghost knife, quickly! Recognize me as the master! Help this seat, take back the blade!"

Chang Zhiyuan said with an excited expression.

"Chang! to the abyss!"

The resentful roar turned into sound waves, revealing the obsession of the bamboo and the overbearing sword power, from the shadow of the knife, slashing towards Chang Zhiyuan not far away. Everywhere the roar passed, the endless void shook up the ghostly energy, like a scar, clinging to the void, difficult to extinguish.

"You're not dead!"

The roar came through the air, and Chang Zhiyuan suddenly changed color. Immediately, the hair was all open, and the anger could not be revealed. The gaze that looked up at the sword shadow was full of desperate madness.

"The sword returns to the stream!"

Suddenly stepping forward, Chang Zhiyuan's right hand stretched out, and his palm was a knife, not retreating but advancing, and the sand-yellow spiritual power surged, and the majestic power roared turbulently, as if the sword light that could cut the sky and the earth, and slashed down. The desperate roar was instantly crushed by the angry sword light.

The figure on the huge sword shadow flickered and disappeared completely into the sword shadow. In vain, the unwillingness and resentment will be left here.

"Bah! Cheap thing! ungrateful!"

Burst!

Chang Zhiyuan opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. After repeated battles, coupled with emotional ups and downs, Chang Zhiyuan has already suffered a lot of internal injuries. However, looking at the huge sword shadow in the sky, Chang Zhiyuan didn't care about his injuries at all. casually wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, Chang Zhiyuan shouted at the top of his voice:

"Ghost Knife! Quickly recognize this seat as the master! It is this seat that will restore you to your original state. What are you waiting for?"

Retracting his gaze from Chang Zhiyuan, He Yun also looked directly at the blood-clothed Buddha in front of him:

"How? Can you think about it?"

Tightening the Divine Drawing Long Knife in his hand again, He Yun also turned a thousand times in his heart. If the Bloody Buddha didn't agree, he would have no choice but to do it. If the blood-clothed Buddha is really allowed to take away the ghost knife, then the Heavenless Emperor Dynasty will lose face in front of the major forces. And he will definitely bear unnecessary infamy for this.

Now he is no longer the original self. Originally, if you cut out a divine sword technique, the aura around your body will be hollowed out, and you will not be able to fight again. Now, he has 360 big points around him, and he has a thorough understanding. The spirit is majestic and vast, unimaginable.

Some of the killing moves that he couldn't use before due to the limited spiritual power were finally able to be used at will.

Therefore, if the Blood-clothed Buddha really wanted to make a move, he would sacrifice his life to fight with it! Even if he smashed this half of the imperial capital, he would not hesitate to do so!

After all, from his standpoint, he can't avoid it.

Feeling the dangerous aura coming from He Yunye's body, the blood-clothed Buddha's bewildering eyes slowly narrowed. She could feel it, this was an ultimatum that He Yun also gave her. Otherwise, the net will only be broken.

Biting the touching red lips, the blood-clothed Buddha looked at He Yunye, who was obviously fearless, and his thoughts unconsciously extended. In her opinion, the Heavenless Army may have been quietly deployed nearby.

Strangely, after several searches, no sign of the army was found. The blood-clothed Buddha frowned slightly. Not only did he not relax at all, but he became even more uneasy.

"Seek the truth, give me an answer. ”

Looking at the blood-clothed Buddha who didn't speak for a long time, a little unconscious, He Yun also urged coldly. This matter has dragged on long enough. He didn't have any patience anymore, and he couldn't go on any longer.

"Okay! The ghost knife can stay in the lawless. However, you have to promise me one condition. ”

Without warning, the charming face of the blood-clothed Buddha re-bloomed with a bright smile, and he said with a smile.

He Yun also heard this, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It's great to be able to do it without doing it. As for the conditions that the Blood-clothed Buddha was going to mention, He Yun didn't take it to heart. In his opinion, this is just a step that the Bloody Buddha deliberately found for himself in order to save face. Come to think of it, it must not be a difficult condition.

The corners of his mouth rose, and He Yunye's tone softened.

"Okay! What are the conditions, you can mention them. As long as it is within the power of the main hall, the main hall will not refuse. ”

"Rest assured. It's not something that makes it difficult for you. ”

The blood-clothed Buddha looked forward to it, and replied with a smile. For a moment, it seemed as if the entire night sky was bright, and the cultivators in the distance couldn't help but look straight at it. From this point of view alone, the Blood-clothed Buddha seems to be just an innocent girl who does not understand the world.

Within the frost-white essence, He Yun also subconsciously rolled his eyes, the appearance of the blood-clothed Buddha, how awkward did he look.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you over there with the sword soul. Chang Zhiyuan, I'll deal with it. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the Bloody Buddha to speak, He Yun also had a calm frost-white essence around him, and suddenly became restless.

"You ......"

The Blood-clothed Buddha was stunned for a moment, and a green jade hand stretched out, subconsciously preparing to say something. In the hundreds of years she has been cultivating, no one has ever taken her so seriously.

Rumble!

Click!

The essence was in the air, and wherever He Yun's limbs could reach, the space was all turned into divine iron.

The sound of the sound of the whistle was emptied, there was no ghost knife in his hand, and Chang Zhiyuan, who was at a loss for the ghost knife soul, noticed that the atmosphere was not right, stared at the blood-clothed Buddha with hatred, and then raised his head and looked at the ghost knife soul that was still unmoving, and was about to grit his teeth and retreat, He Yun also suddenly appeared and blocked in front of him.

"He Yunye!"

"Lord Changmai, where are you in a hurry?"

He Yun's indifferent voice came from the frost white essence.

"He Yunye, don't deceive people too much! ”

The sound of resentment that often went to the abyss and cried blood resounded in the sky. Now the person he hates the most in his heart is nothing but He Yunye. If it weren't for He Yunye, how could he have lost so badly. It's also to blame him for thinking too simple about things at the beginning. knew that he would imprison Kang Shaoqian, and he would not pretend to be hypocritical and let him go down the mountain.