Chapter 168 Chess Pieces

Floods, behemoths, corpses, weapons

When Uncle Ghost just walked into this void gate, the desolation in front of him made him slightly surprised, but he soon found that he was no longer in the same space as Li Changfeng.

He pinched a True Yuan under his hand, but it quickly dissipated into nothingness.

"You want to go out?" a gray-shirted old man hunched his back and squinted at Uncle Ghost.

Uncle Ghost turned around and saw this unkind old man.

He saw not only the old man, but also a multitude of people walking towards him.

These people all seemed to have a strong sense of purpose and walked straight towards them.

The old man smiled and said, "This is the Tomb of Guitian Wuxu, the rules of space are useless here, if you want to get out, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out." ”

After a pause, he continued: "I know who you want to go to, but if you go now, I'm afraid it's too late. ”

Uncle Ghost raised his head, raised his bronze mask, and his golden iron arm clenched into a fist.

In this other space, all kinds of colorful true elements suddenly shone up, all of which bombarded towards a black shadow in the middle

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When Li Changfeng woke up, the first face he saw was the black mask on the top of his head, this mask that looked cold and lifeless, now made him feel at ease, and filled his cold heart with a trace of warmth.

When he saw Zhou Xiuye beside him, he smiled reluctantly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, second fool." ”

Baili Feihua looked at Li Changfeng and said, "Do you take it?"

Li Changfeng: "I haven't lost yet, why should I take it?"

Baili Feihua smiled: "You, like your father, will always be tough-mouthed, I'll give you a chance." ”

Li Changfeng: "What chance?"

Baili Feihua smiled and said, "Don't you want to kill me, I'll give you a chance to compete fairly with me, if you are strong enough, maybe you can kill me to avenge your parents." ”

Li Changfeng squinted his eyes and touched the flying white knife beside him.

Wenren Lixue held him down and shook his head at him.

However, Li Changfeng still stood up with a knife, looked at Baili Feihua, and rushed over with a knife.

His white hair was scattered in the wind, and the knife instantly arrived in front of Baili Feihua.

His true yuan is surging, the runes are shining, the eight arrays are superimposed on five formations, the flying white knife is wielding, and the spirit rhino sword is surging with true yuan, at all costs, it is to kill the hundred miles of flying flowers.

A knife.

Two knives.

Three knives.

Four knives, five knives, six knives

The flying white knife in his hand had been wielded and he couldn't remember the number of times, but each knife was no more than an inch away from the hundred-mile flying flower, and each knife was only a little short of getting the hundred-mile flying flower.

The red dress of the Baili Feihua is like a blooming flower, dancing easily on the tip of the knife.

Zhang Tiangen didn't plan to interfere, but his eyes looked at others, and he didn't want others to interfere.

Li Changfeng's white hair, the red skirt of a hundred miles of flying flowers, and the black iron of the flying white knife, these extremely impactful colors dance in the wind.

But it's always a little bit worse.

Li Changfeng is always a little bit worse.

And Baili Feihua can always avoid that little bit.

Li Changfeng suddenly roared, and slashed down, and Baili Feihua did not avoid it this time.

Her green fingers gently pinched the blade.

The flying white knife did not move in her hand, and no matter how Li Changfeng rolled, he couldn't get out of her control.

It is clearly a contradictory scene, but no one can break this contradiction.

Li Changfeng's white hair danced wildly, and the true yuan was surging.

Baili Feihua said with a smile: "I know that your divine light is as wide as the sea, and you must be as rich as your true yuan, and it is far beyond your peers, but you may have forgotten one thing." ”

"I am the body of a saint, even if the true yuan is not as strong as you, but the realm of my understanding is something you can never touch, how can you defeat me?"

At that moment, just as her voice fell, her fingers pinched slightly.

Li Changfeng's pupils shrank, because he suddenly found that this indestructible flying white knife that had slashed the seven-star dragon abyss, a crack suddenly appeared on the blade.

Hundreds of miles of flying flowers stopped at a shallow taste, floated and then retreated.

But she retreated, but for a stronger shot.

So the True Yuan, who couldn't be forced to look at the Intense Dao, was like a red sword, stabbing towards Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng was stunned on the spot, but everyone else saw the sword.

The red long sword condensed by Zhenyuan stabbed towards Li Changfeng.

Wen Ren Lixue and Zhou Xiuye made a move.

Zhou Xiuye, who is always slow, is faster than Wen Lixue this time.

He walked in front of Li Changfeng and used the last style of "Flirting Cloud Sword" to flatten the sand and fall geese.

This most ordinary sword spectrum is not simple in his hands, the red sword of Baili Feihua and Zhou Xiuye bombarded together, making him retreat more than ten steps before stopping, but he still stood in front of Li Changfeng after all, protecting his safety.

However, everyone's eyes were no longer on Zhou Xiuye, nor on Zhou Xiuye's body, but on what fell out of his arms.

A quaint bronze stove, when the long roll aside.

A plain-robed disciple stepped aside, picked up the copper furnace at his feet, looked at it carefully, and then widened his eyes.

"Yin Yin Yin Xuan Furnace?"

No one saw the copper furnace clearly, but as soon as they heard the name, they all gasped.

So he began to question Zhou Xiuye loudly: "Why do you have this thing? Have you ever seen the old man of the pyrotechnic?!"

All of them are righteous and awe-inspiring, only Zhou Xiuye doesn't know why, he doesn't know what Yin Yang Xuanlu is, and he doesn't know what old man is a fireworker, he suddenly remembered the night of the closing ceremony, Qingniu took him to the winding path to the secluded place, and saw a floating corpse in the pond, and all he did was bury the corpse.

"A peerless murderer like the old man of the fireworker, who has killed countless innocent people, you actually have his yin and yang furnace?"

"The old man of the fireworker is cruel, it doesn't matter if he kills someone, he has to leave his soul in the Yin and Yang Xuancao and continue to calcine, so that people will be tortured forever, such a murderous thing will appear on a disciple of Nanshan Academy!"

"Tell me quickly, do you have anything to do with the old man of the fireworker! Where is this evil demon now, I will definitely take his head to pay tribute to the soul!"

Everyone stood up and blamed Zhou Xiuye, as if they had been waiting for a long time and couldn't wait to stand up and show their strength.

Zhou Xiuye's firm footsteps began to retreat.

But behind him was Li Changfeng, so he retreated and bumped into Li Changfeng.

Zhou Xiuye turned around and saw Li Changfeng's bright eyes under his silver hair.

His eyes were as bright as ever, but at this moment, he smiled at Zhou Xiuye, but he didn't know that his smile was ugly at the moment.

Then he turned around and said calmly: "This yin and yang furnace was given to him by me." ”

The man was arrogant, pointed at Li Changfeng and said, "You lie!"

Li Changfeng's eyes opened slightly, and he glanced at the person, and the other party's arrogance was suddenly extinguished, and he didn't dare to look at him.

Li Changfeng said calmly: "I picked it up next to a corpse, if this Yin-Yang Xuanlu really belongs to the old man of the fireworker, I'm afraid he is already dead, I gave the Yin-Yang Xuanlu to Zhou Xiuye." ”

"Then tell me, where did you meet the old man of the fireman!"

Li Changfeng: "Nanyue, deep in the 700,000 mountains. ”

The man didn't know what to say, glanced at Zhang Tiangen, turned his gaze to Li Changfeng and said coldly: "Such a murderous thing, even if you get it, you want to give it to Zhou Xiuye?

Li Changfeng looked at him and said, "Who will I give it to my friend if I don't give it to me? Will I give it to you? What kind of thing are you?"

"You!" he pointed at Li Changfeng, so angry that he couldn't speak, so he could only walk to the side with his sleeves brushed up.

At this moment, another person stood up and said: "Li Changfeng, don't be arrogant, we haven't investigated the treason between you and Beiyan yet!"

"Yes, yes!" The man turned around, looked at Li Changfeng and said coldly: "You are good friends with Xiahou Chan, the prince of Northern Yan, and you collaborated with the enemy to commit treason, put the people of the Central Plains in dire straits, and helped Northern Yan break through the northern front.

Li Changfeng said proudly: "Xiahou Cicada is my good friend, but I am above board in this life, and I will never be said to collaborate with the enemy and commit treason." ”

"Hmph, if you are really upright, you should kill Xiahou Cicada Mingzhi! Secretly hiding the Yin and Yang Xuan Furnace, collaborating with the enemy and treason behind your back, any of these things are enough to behead you! What else do you have to say!"

Li Changfeng suddenly laughed and danced wildly, his laughter echoing in this hall.

The flying white knife was held in his hand, pointing at Baili Feihua and Zhang Tiangen and said with a smile: "If you want to kill me, to put it bluntly, what is it to let so many clowns act in front of me, don't make me look down on you, Baili Feihua!"

The man blushed and had a thick neck: "You have done so many evil things, what if you kill you?"

At that moment, another person standing aside moved.

Standing on the side, Wen Ren Lixue, the woman who had not spoken, suddenly approached Li Changfeng's side and whispered in his ear: "Follow me!"

In an instant, the two disappeared into the shadows of the main hall, hidden in the darkness.

The "Divine Practice" of the Rakshasa Palace, Wenren Lixue, who was originally practicing the Divine Routine under the teaching of Sun Luosheng, now took Li Changfeng away from here in just a moment.

She knew that today's things could not be good, so she had to leave with him desperately.

But she overlooked one thing.

There was a person who, like her, was from the Rakshasa Temple, and who had also practiced the Divine Trick

Bai Ye deceived himself inside, and followed Wenren Lixue into the darkness closely.

Baili Feihua didn't move, she still had a calm face, and stood quietly with Uncle Gen.

Because she knew that someone would do it for her.

She turned her gaze to the woman in the yellow shirt who had lost her soul, looked at her tearful appearance, and suddenly thought of herself many years ago.