He Yiming was naturally unmoved. He let out a long laugh and said, "Your Excellency can't be crazy, where did the thousand-year-old catastrophe come from?"

Although He Yiming wanted to kill him on the spot, he was still very interested in the thousand-year-old catastrophe that made the three of them desperate, even if they didn't even want the blood beads. If the words can come out of his mouth, He Yiming will never object.

Zhu Guan was stunned, obviously he didn't expect that someone had entered the Devil's Cry Ridge, but he didn't know anything about the thousand-year-old catastrophe.

But it was the kung fu of this expedition that had calmed his mind a little.

As if sensing the calm behind him, Zhu Guanhao turned his head suddenly, he carefully watched the situation behind him, as well as the concentration of the black fog around him, and slowly, his tense heart finally calmed down.

But as soon as he took a breath, his heart was tight, and when he looked back, his eyes were already clear.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking the way down? He said calmly.

When He Yiming was talking to them just now, his whole body was hidden in the black mist, and he used his forked sword to change his accent. And now he stood before him. But it was a person holding a Daguan knife, and his voice had changed in a different way.

No matter how smart Zhu Guanhao was, he couldn't associate the person in front of him with the mysterious assassin in the black fog just now.

The Daguan knife in his hand swung it, and it swayed with great power in midair.

He Yiming said loudly: "I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, I want to hit here, and leave the money to buy the road." ”

Zhu Guanhao opened his mouth wide, and after half a sound, he said angrily: "Your Excellency's martial arts cultivation is unfathomable, and you still have to learn the tricks of a thief who blocks the road, aren't you afraid of insulting your identity?"

He Yiming smiled and said, "Lao Tzu blocked the road and robbed, but also looked at people's actions. As long as those sneaky people specialize in doing things that harm others and benefit themselves, Lao Tzu will eat black. ”

A strange light flashed in Zhu Guanhao's eyes in an instant, his heartbeat suddenly doubled, and there was something in the other party's words, which seemed to know what he had done, and directly spoke to his heart, which made him a little frightened.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Guanhao reluctantly calmed down and said, "Since Your Excellency is blocking the road and robbing, I don't know how many silver taels you need." ”

He Yiming snorted and said, "Lao Tzu doesn't want silver taels, he wants something on your body." ”

"What do you want?" Zhu Guanhao's face was gloomy, and one of his hands gently stroked the fan in his hand, as if he wanted to draw strength from it. It's weird.

He Yiming's eyes widened, and he said, "Lao Tzu wants to borrow your head to pay tribute to these Sanhua masters who were killed by you." ”

There was a loud bang in Zhu Guanhao's mind, and his face was extremely ugly. At this point, he had understood that the person in front of him did know everything about them.

In an instant, Zhu Guanhao's eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent, his elegant face suddenly became hideous and terrifying, and his figure flashed, and he had already made the first move.

He stepped forward, and the fan in his hand snapped open, and it turned in a strange way.

His fan seemed to contain some kind of power that could control the qi of heaven and earth, and every time he turned slightly, it would cause strong fluctuations, but in an instant, the black fog nearby was already spinning wildly, just like a tornado suddenly blowing on the blue sea, setting off monstrous waves and engulfing everything into it.

He Yiming's eyes lit up slightly, and he clearly sensed what was shown in this fan. There is the power of the wind, and there is the power of the water.

Just like the flower of wind and fire that he mastered, Zhu Guanhao actually passed this magical fan, fusing the flower of wind and water into one, and became a new kind of feng shui exercise.

Feeling the huge force that was desperately squeezing towards the center all around, He Yiming snorted angrily, and he raised the Daguan knife in his hand, and thrust it into the ground like this.

The surrounding space seemed to fluctuate violently, and the endless black mist seemed to be stimulated by a powerful stimulus at this moment, and reversed backwards.

He Yiming and the Daguan knife in his hand were like a pillar of optimus plunged into the waves, and they were not moved by the wind and rain in the slightest.

Zhu Guanhao's eyes were full of resentment, if his expression at this moment was seen by his former friends, he would definitely not be able to believe his eyes.

This is already an infinite pair of eyes that are almost demonic, and the color that belongs to human feelings has almost disappeared.

From his mouth, there was a violent gasp like a bellows being pulled.

He Yiming's heart was slightly stunned, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

He had seen such an expression more than once since he entered the Devil's Cry Ridge. It's just that every time I see it, it's an unpleasant memory.

In those who lost their minds and became completely insane, He Yiming saw such expressions.

In an instant, He Yiming already understood, maybe it was because he had been lurking in the Ghost Crying Ridge for a long time, maybe he still had a trace of guilt in his heart, or maybe he was affected by the so-called thousand-year catastrophe just now, in short, Zhu Guanhao couldn't bear this huge psychological pressure, and let the yin qi enter the body, and there was this kind of omen of imminent madness.

Looking at this person silently, He Yiming's heart swelled with infinite emotion.

Do well and have well. Reap what you sow.

The three of them framed nine masters of the Sanhua realm, making them all crazy, but now it's his turn, which can be regarded as retribution.

It's just that Zhu Guanhao has not really become a crazy person at this moment, and his sanity has not completely disappeared. And his only thought at the moment was to kill this guy who knew about their actions on the spot.

The surrounding giant* boiled again, and the power of wind and water was perfectly combined at this moment.

Just like He Yiming's flower of wind and fire fusion, it formed a completely different and powerful force.

The wind swept the water, the water carried the wind, and in an instant, a huge whirlpool was formed in this black mist, exuding infinite suction, completely stirring everything around.

A jewel on the fan pendant lit up even more violently, as if it had been impacted by the power of feng shui, and that kind of light was no less than the brightness of the eyes of one hundred and eight.

He Yiming was secretly shocked in his heart, after seeing the true strength of Zhu Guanhao, he knew that this person's cultivation above the martial arts had also reached the peak of the peak momentum.

Since Hao Xue, Fang Sheng and Zhu Guanhao were able to walk together and promise each other to be confidants, it was impossible for the three of them to have too big a gap in their martial arts cultivation.

Zhu Guanhao just didn't show it, and when he put everything aside and went all out, the power of the feng shui mixture was enough to give any master a headache.

The power of Feng Shui is permeated all around. The endless black fog was like waves being lifted by a strong wind, and it was about to completely overturn He Yiming and drown it.

If He Yiming was empty-handed, then he would definitely not be able to get out of this whirlpool that seemed to be the center of the sea.

Even if he wanted to use the Heaven Turning Seal and the Nine Dragon Furnace at this time, he seemed to be a little caught off guard.

But at this moment, the Daguan knife was in his hand, but his heart was full of endless pride, not to mention that the other party was just the power of feng shui fusion, even if Hao Xue and Fang Sheng were all here, the three of them worked together, and He Yiming also had a strong confidence in fighting with one and winning the battle.

His confidence was a direct reflection of momentum. When He Yiming pulled the Daguan knife from the ground, the momentum on his body suddenly boiled like a volcanic eruption.

With a loud bang, He Yiming actually held the Daguan knife and slashed directly at the dragon's lair.

The blade held high above it also shone brightly, no less dim than the gem on the opponent's fan pendant.

The thirty-sixth and twenty-fourth styles of the opening of the mountain......

When this knife was slashed down with the Daguan knife as the main body, it was so powerful that it seemed to be able to open the world and cut everything into two parts.

A cry that bordered on ferociousness came from the mouth of the crowned good.

If it was a normal day, when his sanity was intact, even if he killed him, he would not dare to fight with He Yiming's style. But at this moment, his heart was already in turmoil, and even his sanity was greatly affected, although he instinctively felt the extraordinary nature of this knife, but he did not retreat, but howled wildly, his eyes flashed with a crazy look, as if he couldn't wait to rush over.

"......"

It seemed to be a cloth torn by scissors, and it was as if a sharp blade had cut through the paper armor, and an extremely harsh sound sounded at this moment.

The boundless Daguan knife slashed down fiercely, completely cutting this vortex into two sections from head to toe.

A loud bang rang out, and countless aftermaths spread like waves, and after this impact, even the black fog in the air became much thinner.

Under the pressure of the huge force, Zhu Guanhao's knees bent, and he almost fell to the ground, he subconsciously retreated, but just happened to encounter the powerful aftershock, his chest suddenly suffocated, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

However, this mouthful of his blood turned out to be as black as ink, and he looked shocked.

However, after this mouthful of blood was spit out, his eyes suddenly lit up. The look that was about to sink and lose his mind just now has completely disappeared.

He Yiming's sword not only defeated the most proud martial arts in Zhu Guanhao's life, but also woke his mind from his confusion.

Even He Yiming never thought that such a thing would happen. However, he did not have any remorse, whether Zhu Guan was sober or insane, he was absolutely sure that he could stay here forever.

With a slash of the Daguan knife in his hand, He Yiming had already rushed forward like a shadow, and the chilling sword light flickered, like the scorching sun, shining on the earth, enveloping the whole body of Zhu Guanhao.