The breath of life on Zhu Yi's body is gradually passing away.

Huang San's fat face was still happy, a pair of small eyes showed a murderous light, he was torturing Zhu Yi slowly, suddenly his face changed slightly, and he looked behind him.

At the exit of a tunnel, there stood a young man dressed in white like snow and wearing a green hat.

The young man raised his head, revealing his face under the hat, which looked quite thoughtful, with extremely white skin and a few white pockmarks on his face.

The most eye-catching thing about this person's body is a long sword at his waist, and the scabbard is engraved with a simple and heavy landscape carving.

Except for Zhu Yi, who had gradually lost consciousness, all the people present saw the long sword with their pupils shrinking: "People from the Shushan Sword Sect?"

Although he looked up at Huang San in mid-air, his expression was completely condescending, and he grinned: "Fat man, have you ever seen a young Taoist dressed in a white robe and a feather coat and a star crown, and there is a child by his side?"

The young man's tone was frivolous and rude, and although Huang San still had a smile on his face, his gaze had already cooled.

In front of Xuanji Hou, Huang San is a minion, but others dare not despise him, the intimate henchman of Xuanji Hou.

Don't say that the Xuanji Marquis Mansion is the entire territory of the Great Zhou, and the vast majority of people must respectfully and respectfully call him "Mr. Huang San" in the face of him.

Several monks in the foundation building period were even more dissatisfied, and one of the foundation building period monks had not made a move before, thinking that he had not shown anything to say, he wanted to slap Huang San, so he reprimanded: "This is the third gentleman of the Xuanji Hou Mansion, the rules are pointed, otherwise even the Shushan Sword Sect will not be able to protect you!"

When the young man in the hat heard this, he just smiled silently, and he didn't turn his gaze.

But the long sword on his waist burst out of his body, turned into a cold light, and flew towards the foundation building monk.

Huang San's face sank: "Presumptuous!" The cold air condensed in the sky, and he wanted to freeze the sword of the young man in the hat.

But the sword light of the young man in the hat suddenly disappeared when he was about to come into contact with Huang San's cold air.

Huang San's expression changed sharply the next moment, and he shouted, "Be careful!"

Before the attacked Foundation Building Stage monk could react, the sword light that had disappeared suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air, close at hand!

The sword light pierced through its skull and flew back into the scabbard of the young man.

At this moment, the foundation building period monk reacted, opened his mouth to speak, but did not make any sound, a blood mark slowly appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and the next moment it burst out, and blood splashed in the air.

"What a gut!" Huang San's face turned pale, and he threw Zhu Yi to one of his subordinates, without his mana suppression, Zhu Yi finally regained his senses, and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, as if he was seriously ill.

Huang San couldn't take care of him at this time, and his fat face was full of frost: "Cutting the void and breaking the void, the sword weapon of Shushan Shao is really worthy of its reputation, but you are playing the wrong place with your majesty, this is Da Zhou, and the one you killed was the person from the Xuanji Hou Mansion!"

The young man in the hat cracked his mouth and smiled: "I'm asking you, have you ever seen a young Taoist with a child, dressed in a white robe, and dressed in a feather coat and a star crown?"

Huang San laughed angrily: "The Shushan Sword Sect is really arrogant, even the people of my Xuanji Marquis Mansion dare to kill, don't you want to leave the territory of Great Zhou alive!"

The young man in the hat smiled: "It seems that you don't plan to answer my question, so it's useless to leave you." With that, the sword light came out of its sheath again.

"Frozen in the world, thousands of miles of frost!" Huang San laughed angrily, his hands formed a magic seal together, and suddenly the wind and snow in the entire underground palace were agitated, countless cold air condensed together, and the air was white.

The remaining few foundation building period monks and Zhu Yi, although Huang San's target was not them at all, but just the aftermath made them almost freeze.

Not only is the body frozen, but even the thinking has become slowed down, and the brain cannot turn.

It's a sign that even the soul is going to freeze!

In order to guard against the opponent's flying sword that could flash in the void, Huang San urged his mana to the extreme, and the cold air was all around his body, no matter where the flying sword appeared from, he could prevent it.

"Shushan Shaoze's sword weapon is certainly unpredictable, but the sword is on the wrong side, and the direct lethality is not enough, his Jindan sword cultivation is naturally easy to kill Zhuji, but if you want to deal with me, it is a wrong idea!"

Huang San was thinking about it, when the voice of the young man with a hat suddenly came from the cold air: "Da Zhou, Xuanji Hou, is indeed very strong, but the problem is that you are very weak. Let me not be able to leave the territory of the Great Zhou alive, Zhu Hongwu can say this, but you can't, not to mention that even if it is Zhu Hongwu, I will surpass him one day. ”

The cold qi in the dungeon suddenly fluctuated violently, and a domineering icy sword light burst through the encirclement of the cold qi and slashed straight towards Huang San.

This sword light was dazzling, the cold light flickered, and even every ray of light it emitted was an invincible domineering sword light.

This sword is like thousands of sword lights, fused together, ten thousand swords are one, invincible!

Unlike the previous Shao Ze Sword that could move in the void, this sword did not have any tricky changes, only the power to reach the extreme.

Huang San was shocked: "It's not a Shao Ze sword, but the most fierce and domineering Shaoshang sword weapon in the six veins of Shushan Sword Weapon? He actually mastered two sword weapons at the same time?!" In a hurry, Huang San condensed his mana and condensed it into a Xuan Ice shield in front of him.

This is Huang San's strongest defensive means, he didn't use it in the face of the Jindan talisman before, but now he used it without hesitation.

But everything was in vain, in the face of the sword that broke the sky of the young man in the hat, the sky was full of cold fog, and the Xuanbing shield was broken!

Seeing that the sword light arrived in front of him, Huang San roared unwillingly: "Ten thousand years of ice, unshakable!"

A layer of ice and snow appeared on the surface of Huang San's body, and the whole person seemed to be frozen into ice, like thousands of years of ice, hard, stubborn, and indestructible!

But it still didn't work!

In Huang San's frightened gaze, the sword light completely ignored his defense, cut through his body like a tofu, and then exploded in his body, and suddenly tens of thousands of sword lights shot out of Huang San's body.

Huang San's fat body was like a balloon that had been blown up, exploding in the air and turning into a blood mist in the sky.

The sword light that burst out was endless, directly hitting the surrounding ice and stone walls into thousands of holes, like a beehive.

Zhu Yi looked blankly at the young man with a hat who put his sword into the sheath, and the foundation building period monk of the Xuanji Marquis Mansion beside him was also stunned.

One sword, just one sword, this young man with a hat killed Huang San, who was also in the Jindan period.

Huang San still had a lot of means that he hadn't used, and he couldn't even blow himself up when Jin Dan blew himself up, so he was killed by his opponent.

Zhu Yi suddenly had an urge to laugh, Huang San's sentence "He is also a monk in the Jindan period, and his cultivation is still high and low" is still in his ears, but now he himself has become the best annotation of this sentence.

"Wait, the young Taoist in the white robe and the star-crowned feather coat is very similar to the person I met in the temple that day, could it be ......" Zhu Yi's heart suddenly moved, and he bowed his head and said nothing: "I don't know which one is stronger, he or this Shushan sword cultivator?"

The young man looked at them and grinned: "Remember my name, Liu Yang, I will be the one who killed Zhu Hongwu." ”

Looking at the stunned crowd, Liu Yang pressed his hat and turned to leave: "It's boring, it's too boring, I'd better continue to find the young Taoist who humiliated the Fire Sword Sect." ”

He licked his lips and said with a smile: "This person should be in this underground palace, I hope he can give me a little more fun." ”

............

Lin Feng's mood at this time was extremely bad.

"Boom, boom, boom—" A blood-red river roared and rushed in front of him, black and dark, emitting a nausea-pounding fishy smell, just smelling this breath, Lin Feng felt that his mana operation had become difficult and obscure.

A strong mana impact suddenly erupted in the dungeon before, which affected the spatial changes, and the three Lin Feng's master and apprentice, who were walking halfway, were involved in the spatial gap, and they were directly teleported to the depths of the dungeon.

Fortunately, the three of them were not separated, but Lin Feng never thought that his group would be teleported to the edge of the underground Netherworld Blood River.

Lin Feng looked at the most evil and filthy water in the world, and wanted to cry without tears, on the surface, he faced the two apprentices, and he had to put on a look of being a bamboo in his chest, and methodically introduced them to the true water of this blood river, telling them to stay away from this filthy thing.

Hearing the power of this Netherworld Blood River, Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian both turned pale, nodded hurriedly, and followed closely behind Lin Feng, afraid of the Blood River.

Lin Feng pondered as he walked: "Although that magic weapon Black Cloud Banner is good, it doesn't matter, I am fortunate to have it, and I have lost my life." On the contrary, it was Zhu Yi, who spent so much effort, this apprentice must get it. ”

Just thinking about it, Xiao Budian on the side suddenly tugged on Lin Feng's sleeve: "Master, look over there." ”

As soon as Lin Feng woke up, he looked in the direction of Xiao Bu's finger, and saw a big man in gray clothes and short hair, covered in blood, sitting on the edge of the Netherworld Blood River in embarrassment, meditating, it was the previous Huiku monk.

Hui Ku had a painful and depressed expression on his face, and a faint golden Buddha light flashed around his body, and on the surface of the Buddha light, cyan flames and red blood stains were entangled.

Lin Feng knew in his heart: "This monk, somehow contaminated with the true water of the Blood River, is now protecting his body with Buddha light, and then using the cyan flame to expel the dirty blood. ”

Looking at this scene, Lin Feng's face habitually appeared with a warm and warm smile like the sun in spring.

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