Chapter 1388: Who Crossed the Sea
"Patriarch little nephew, you are really naΓ―ve, what protects my northern territory is the mysterious sea of death that even the dragon clan is afraid of and panicked, that adult called the Hathaice to my clan for safekeeping, it is to give us a powerful weapon to dominate the world, given time, as long as we break the netherworld channel, introduce the black water into the Yellow Spring Santu River, and swallow and assimilate the ancient blood infant ghost tree. At that time, the netherworld on earth can become our territory, and no one can stop us anymore. β
He let out a gloomy laugh: "The sea area that no one crosses will become the strongest knife in the world!"
"Jingling, jingling......" A young warrior of the fox clan looked frightened, and the wind chime on his waist made a messy collision sound in the hurried sprint: "Oh no! Second Elder, Patriarch! Someone is crossing the Heishui River Basin, and the speed is extremely fast, he has already crossed most of the sea, and he is about to invade my northern territory!"
Mu Pianfeng's face is like being punched hard, and the kind of ruthless confidence, ambition and calmness are frozen on the face, which is very funny.
Mu Lianzhuo's expression also changed slightly, and he had no leisure to appreciate Mu Pianfeng's expression at this moment, so he immediately asked: "Do you know who is crossing the sea?"
The fox warrior gritted his teeth and said, "It's the son of the lake lord Shuangrong of the Water Moon Cave Lake, and the second disciple of the White Jade Cave Mansion in the north, Lu Jingye!"
Hearing these two names, Mu Lianzhuo and Mu Pianfeng's eyes suddenly changed, and they were no longer in the mood to continue asking, and the two of them, who were still competing against each other, rushed towards the periphery of northern Xinjiang with great tacit understanding.
There is no sea but no waves, and the Black Sea is like a mirror.
The violent wind and snow swept through the sea area, as if hypnotized, and fell into a state of dead silence and absolute silence.
I can't hear the sound of still water, I can't see the black waves surging, and the water is rolling.
In this vast sea area, there are only two figures, stepping out shallow ripples on the sea, one thousand meters at a time, walking forward.
When Mu Lianzhuo and Mu Pian Feng arrived here, the two figures had already arrived on the other side.
"Ahem......" 'Shuangrong Gongzi' stepped into the snow with soft boots under her feet, and her handsome and delicate face immediately showed an abnormal flush, even if the wind and snow hit her face, it could not make her fade by half a point.
She took out a snow cloth embroidered with cold moon from her cuffs, covered her lips and nose lightly, lowered her voice and coughed and gasped.
The slender neck above the intricate overlapping neckline has a distinct dark brown scar, and the skin between the neck and the pale earlobes quickly appear a faint redness during the cough.
The whole person is weak and weak from a long-term illness, and the fingers covering the handkerchief are slightly curled, which makes people feel pity for no reason.
Standing side by side, the Jimo Spider with Lu Jingye's shell glanced at her lightly, and said in an indifferent tone: "Your shell won't last long, not to mention that there is still a remnant of breath in it, if you don't replace the shell as soon as possible, it will only be your own origin yin power that will be lost." β
Ji Mo Lanze put the handkerchief into his sleeve, and replaced it with his palm, turning it into a narrow black scimitar, her eyes were firm and a little helpless: "Uncle Xiaohuang, you don't know it, the Yin Cha clan was born without a physical body, the Yin body is special, it is not easy to find a suitable container, although this shell is a little broken, but it will still be usable." β
The blade is dotted in the snow, the pitch-black blade reflects the cold white snow, that is, the blue vertical collar raised by Mo Lanze is blown by the wind and snow, and the sharpened pale chin looms between the neckline, giving people a mysterious and sharp beauty.
The fishy sweet killing intent soon permeated the twilight of the wind and snow.
She looked at the Northern Fox Demon Clan who surrounded her with cold eyes: "At least, before changing the shell, how can you slaughter these despicable miscellaneous pieces." β
At the same time as the words fell, the blade sank into the snow, and the sound of the long wind and snow between the heavens and the earth was suddenly replaced by a sharp and rapid string sound, which had the texture of tearing the eardrums, and the knife intent rolled the invisible air current, submerging into the earth.
The hand holding the knife slashed at the sky along the knife momentum.
Click!!
The snow froze into solid ice, and the frozen earth instantly frantically swelled terrifying ice crystal vines along the sword qi, giving birth to a reverse edge as thin as a blade, mercilessly cutting through the warriors of the Northern Fox Demon Clan who surrounded them, and the soft and resilient body was not dripping blood, but turned into pieces of cold flesh and fell into the snow.
The demon warriors who surrounded him immediately stopped, and their faces showed fear.
A knife swept through the snow, and the ice-like transparent vines reflected people's faces a little distorted and frenzied.
The breath of blood became more and more intense.
Mu Lianzhuo showed a vigilant killing intent.
Mu Pian Feng raised his delicate palm, brushed away the white snowflakes between his temples, he looked at Jimo Lanze and Jimo Spider Yin, his bearing was still calm, his expression was still calm, his fingers rubbed the mark between the tiger's mouth, and he didn't know what he wanted to write.
The Desperate Blade exuded a gloomy color in the twilight, that is, Mo Lanze put the knife across his chest, his fingertips caressed the blade, and the reflection of the twilight snow in the faint pupils was bright red, and the whole person seemed to have a ruthless taste:
"Three thousand years ago, the fox clan in the demon world had a Xuanwei fox demon, awakened the power of the nine-tailed sky fox, achieved the power of the big demon, and the power was even pressed above the supreme of the demon world. β
Mu Lianzhuo's eyes flashed with anger: "The demons and ghosts don't interfere with each other, no matter how much my fox clan declines, it won't be your turn to judge the head and foot of the ghost clan!"
The anger of Mo Lanze's deep and terrifying eyes was not much weaker than him, and a jade and blue hairpin with black hair shattered into two without warning, and the black hair was draped behind his shoulders, slowly fluttering.
Without warning, the blade of desperation in his hand flipped over, and the space was split vertically into two completely different spaces, half reflecting the twilight of the world, and half reflecting the infernal hell!
Mu Lianzhuo's eyes were slightly gloomy, he took half a step back, and his fingers were put together into a sword finger, but between the two fingers, an invisible airflow that was integrated into it was formed by an extremely strong sword intent!
The wind and snow were raging, and huge walls of ice rose from the ground.
Frost Knife Trick!
Secret Skills of the Northern Clan!
Jimo Lanze's knife was obviously more domineering and powerful, the blade was as heavy as a giant hammer in the hands of the gods, and the huge ice wall was directly hit by the blade, shattering in an instant!
Mu Lianzhuo didn't see any embarrassment and panic on his face, his right hand was dotted, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and he struck lightly between his arms, the knife qi rose against the storm, and there was no knife in his hand, but he made a horizontal knife defensive posture.
The shattered ice crystals are like chips, like moss dust bursting out of the ancient snowy deserted city, fluttering, reflecting a faint greenness.
Back into the snow forest, recovering on the moss.
The moss crystal dust was blown into pieces by the knife wind, floating messily in the space, seemingly without a trace.
But the next moment.
A clink!
It was like the crisp sound of a silver needle smashing against fine iron.
The knife in Mo Lanze's hand stopped in the air.
The wrist was slightly tight, the green tendons on the back of the hand were a little more obvious, and the blade made a clicking and trembling sound, but it was always difficult to split.
A cold sweat crossed the corner of Mu Lianzhuo's forehead, and he looked at the beautiful Jimo Lanze with black hair with an expressionless face.
Between the two, it's not just a desperate hand.
There is also a towering Snow City, which is the defensive spiritual technique that Mu Lianzhuo used the Frost Knife Technique to outline the aura of the divine soul and solidify the appearance.
The combination of sword technique and spiritual skill formed an amazing defensive situation.
Before Mo Lanze stopped and the situation, where was she willing to give up, the killing intent in her eyes was cold, her robe was lightly swayed, her white boots were on top of a snowflake, and she was surrounded by wind and thunder.
Like a big avalanche in the Tianshan Mountain, the blade burst out of the frost-white clouds and danced, and a knife actually cut a small half of the city, and the terrifying and cold momentum was like a hail and knife rain, and it was spread towards Jimo Lanze.
The pale and delicate cheeks suddenly cracked with bright red blood lines, that is, Mo Lanze did not retreat but advanced, facing the fierce attack coming from this shop, his right hand loosened, and he threw away the desperate knife.
The moment it was thrown away, the knife dispersed like black dust and smoke, and the outline of the desperation had not completely dispersed, that is, in the palm of Mo Lanze's left hand, a complete desperation knife had already appeared.
In the interweaving of terrifying aura, Ji Mo Lanze slowly raised his head, his eyes flashed coldly, but the original killing intent was replaced by a dark color of the abyss.
Holding the knife in her left hand, a black line of blood flowed into the palm of her wrist, and the knife in her hand appeared a pitch-black crack, and her whole feeling suddenly produced an invisible change.
Mu Lianzhuo was numb.
Is that murderous hemp?
If she could only cut off a corner of the city with a knife in her right hand, the current Jimo Lanze would definitely be able to cut the city and take her life.
Seeing that there was an airflow between Jimo Lanze's snorts, Mu Lianzhuo's heart tightened, knowing that she was changing her breath.
Without waiting for her to swallow the breath and turn it into a lore power, Mu Lianzhuo reacted extremely quickly, exhaled and opened his voice, clenched his hands into fists and closed them to his waist, and it was another secret book of the Northern Clan.
Beacon Yang Fist!
The supreme masculine fist derived from the Heavenly Rank Exercises, specializing in overcoming yin ghosts and evil spirits!
He strode out, his shoulders like a mountain shattering the defensive Syracuse weather in front of him, and the fragmented air flow became an excellent obstacle to interfering with Jimo Lanze's vision, and he punched out, the blue yang light swirling around his arm, reflecting his right fist like green iron.
A punch triggers thousands of weather, like a beacon fire that continues in the sky!
Ji Mo Lanze crossed with a knife, and the blade hit the fist, and there was a thunderous roar, and the dead black sea behind him also shook up amazing waves.
However, Jimo Lanze only had a knife, and before he had time to take a full breath, Mu Lianzhuo's left fist had already arrived, and he didn't need to look at it, he could feel the massive amount of Yuan Force wrapped in Dao's fist.
Mid-lumbar side.
Jimo Lanze's whole person flew out upside down, and the shadow in his hand slashed out, but he was turned sideways by Mu Lianzhuo, and only a few strands of broken hair were chopped off.
(The mentally handicapped princess has made a strong debut (handsome but three seconds series), don't hurry up to greet it!)