was taken by that sword intent, and in an instant, Dou Lingzhen's heart almost stopped, and it was terrifying. The whole body felt cold and frozen.

Until the gray-white sword pierced in front of his eyes. Dou Lingzhen's eyes regained a little focus. He bit the tip of his tongue violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. The qi and blood in the body were drumming and boiling, as if a flame was burning, and only then did it expel the chill from the outside. Anger rushes like a volcanic eruption!

"What a sneaky thing, Taiji Dinghuan Knife, give me death!"

The sword qi exploded and filled the cave. A full 300,000 catties of huge force converged on the knife. As soon as you step forward, the whole crater shakes. Countless pieces of sediment fell again, as if they were about to collapse.

This knife is enough to crack the mountain and crack the rocks! The entire four zhang is full of earthy yellow gas.

No matter what evil method he is, what sword intent he has, he is confident that he can forcibly cut it to pieces!

But I saw that Zong Shou's figure seemed to have no entity, and he approached him like a ghost. A sword piercing out is like a piercing from the netherworld, and it does not exist in this world.

'Ding' struck the seven-ring giant knife in his hand, and the spark cracked. The big sword of the high-ranking spirit soldier actually opened a huge gap, and Dou Lingzhen only felt that his strength seemed to be out of control. The blade of the knife slammed and lifted, and it slashed to the side without his control.

And the figure of the half-demon boy was like a leaf, gently drifting back, and the dead air around his body became more and more intense.

Dou Lingzhen only felt dazed for a while, and at this moment, he was really frightened, and looked up again. The next moment, I was attracted by the eyes of the half-demon boy. I saw that the narrow phoenix eyes were also full of gray air at this moment, without half of human feelings, and they were extremely indifferent. It's as if the Grim Reaper is holding a scythe in his forehand and looking down from above.

For a while, Dou Lingzhen didn't even have the idea of escaping, and gave up hope of life.

This sword, he can't dodge, and he can't dodge it. It seems that his death has been doomed since the sword came out.

The seven-ring big knife in his hand, and the qi and blood in his body, were not only uncontrollable anymore, but also a trace of gray and dead qi spread into his body from the blade.

It was extremely cold, cutting off all his vitality, and he couldn't get rid of it with all his might.

At this moment, the situation of the two innate martial artists in front of him also came into his eyes. Dou Lingzhen couldn't help but hiss and gasped.

"What the fuck is this evil sect technique! What a weird swordsmanship, this person, is it a human or a ghost! Which branch of the Demon Sect is it from? Could it be that I was wrong before, this is really the rumored body of two veins, which is equivalent to the waste of the Qiantian Mountain family?"

As soon as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zong Shou's figure stopped retreating. A sword forward, flashing forward. Directly in the center of his eyebrows, there was no blood light, and it was fluttering, as if a ghost passed by him.

The figure swept away, and it was more than ten zhang, and the sword light was scattered. In a few breaths, there were a few secret martial artists, and they were also nodded by the gray sword shadow.

Without innate strength, the speed at which these people's vitality disappeared was also a few points faster, and they were already gray and rotten in an instant.

And Mingdu, who was standing behind everyone, couldn't suppress the fear in his heart anymore. With a loud roar, he jerked a disc at his fingertips. The figure flew up in the air and quickly fled into the distance.

Zong Shou did not pursue, the silver light flashed in his sleeve, and a flying knife came out of his sleeve. Dozens of times faster than his figure. In a flash, it was already behind Ming Du.

Ming Jue was covered with cold sweat for a while, and hurriedly rushed to the side and turned into another fork. Just when he thought that this death crisis had been avoided for the time being, that bit of sword light suddenly swirled and hit directly.

"Mind locked, throwing knives change direction!How is it possible?"

Ming Jue scolded, and a gold bead popped out of his sleeve again, turning into a golden film. But at this moment, the shadow of the knife suddenly magical, as if it had turned into several mouths. It was like a bamboo, passing through the golden barrier and piercing his throat. The sharp knife momentum was still unabated, bringing him backwards, and then nailing it directly to the dome above.

Ming Jue was completely desperate, and the energy on the knife was frantically destroying the veins in his body. Blood vessels burst and blood gushes out. Man is not dead, but he has no life. I was also confused and stunned in my heart.

"How can this sword be the Sword Intent of the Cloud Destroying God? And that person's sword, how can it be so terrifying? Could it be that it is also a branch of the Demon Gate, why haven't I heard of it before? I am decided, am I going to die here, hateful-"

And at this moment, in that scene, there was already a dead silence.

Those secret martial artists had never died, but they could no longer speak, and could only watch in horror as the changes in their companions around them changed.

And those demon slaves were also shocked and distracted, looking at the scene in front of them, they still couldn't believe everything in front of them.

Chu Xue was extremely curious in her heart, what was going on, why was it so quiet in this cave.

I wanted to open my eyes, but I didn't want to go against Zongshou's wishes, so I could only have a bitter face, extremely distressed and entangled.

Among all the people, only that Dou Lingzhen could still move. Turning around reluctantly, the eyes that had gradually dimmed were staring at the white-haired and white-robed figure who was holding the long sword upside down and standing in the crowd.

"Who the hell are you, and what is the origin of the swordsmanship just now?"

He knew that he had no hope of life, and he just wanted to know who killed him. What is the origin of the strange swordsmanship that took his life?

Zong Shou's expression was still indifferent, and his face became even paler. Only in the eyes, the temperature has recovered slightly. After a while, it wasn't until Dou Ling's true eyes showed a look of disappointment. Only then did he sigh leisurely: "Didn't you already know my identity? As for this swordsmanship, call it the Styx to die-"

"Styx's sword of death?"

That Dou Lingzhen looked stunned, and then laughed, crazy. The River Styx died, and sure enough, the River Styx converged, and the sword came out to die!

When this young man used this swordsmanship, he was doomed to die.

It's just that he is unwilling in his heart, and there are countless beauties, wines and wines waiting for him to enjoy in that Fenghua City. With this second-order spirit stone vein, even if he can only get 20% of the output, it is enough to support him to recruit troops and expand his army to conquer the world.

Why do you want to come to such a monster? Yunfang Mountain is also very harmful, with the swordsmanship cultivation of this prince, after more than ten years, who else can match this eastern Yunlu? Isn't it even more terrifying and terrifying than that sect?

Even if he didn't bump into him this time, a few days later, when he made a move, he was afraid that he would die under the sword.

I feel that the last trace of vitality, the last of my strength, is also leaving the body. Dou Lingzhen exhaled deeply, and suddenly looked up to the sky and scolded.

"God, you tmd this is a cheat father! I want Lao Tzu to die in the hands of this monster, I will grass your ancestors-"

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and glanced at this Dou Lingzhen with slanted eyes. Although he is disgusted and contemptuous of this person, he also has a bit of resentment about this providence, and he feels a little comfortable listening to this Dou Ling's really scolding.

Suddenly, Zong Shou turned his head suddenly, only to see that the first snow behind him had already opened his eyes. It was the stunned look at the scene in front of him. Looking at the corpses in front of me, in [***], withering, and finally gradually turning into dust and collapsing. And when he looked at Zongpu, there was both unbelief and fear in his eyes.

Zong Shou smiled bitterly, this girl couldn't hold back in the end. He knew that the impact of this situation on people's hearts was too great. Even the first snow that has experienced blood and killing is equally unbearable.

I looked at my hand again, and the gray aura had already dissipated. The cold power around them also retreated before a few breaths.

But his hands were still pale. Although the dead qi did not enter his body, it also affected his body.

If you look closely, you can see that the skin has aged to close to middle age. Fortunately, the skin is already peeling at this moment. It is estimated that after three days, it will be restored.

This is the price of using the Styx Death Sword, with his current cultivation, every half quarter of an hour used, he will have to reduce his life by one month.

The higher the cultivation, the stronger the immortal power and death qi gathered, and the more lives will be consumed, even if it is a Heavenly Rank Martial Sect with a thousand years of life, it will not be able to bear it.

But that's all secondary, and that's not where the real price lies. Whenever he used the trick of the Styx Death Sword, his feelings would be indifferent. If you accumulate more, you will become a person with no feelings.

Chu Xue's sentence is reasonable, things themselves are not good or bad, they are used for the right, and the evil is evil.

But if the attack itself can affect people's surnames, it will only be a tragedy. This is the essence of demonic skills and evil arts-in his previous life, it took him a long time to recover his normal human emotions.

This set of swords is hurtful - if possible, he will not want to use it for the rest of his life. I don't want the first snow, seeing him at the moment looks like a person and a charm.

With a sigh, Zong Shou put away the thunder tooth sword again. At this moment, Xiao Jin also seemed to be affected by the dead breath, and his whole body froze.

Zong Shouzheng was busy injecting true qi to warm up Xiao Jin's body. Then he only listened to Chu Xue, and his eyes were full of fascination and worship: "Young Master, when you have white hair, you are really handsome and cool!"

This handsome and cool word, Chu Xue learned it from Zong Shou, and I don't know what it means. But at this moment, I can only think of these two words to describe my young master.

I was thinking about the white hair, and it would be best if I didn't come back. See the hair of the sect. It has already started from the beginning of the bun, and in an instant, it has turned black again.

Zong Shou laughed and snorted coldly. looked at those demon slaves again, and his face turned cold again.

The girl of the Demon Raccoon Clan has long since lost her life. was drained of the essence by that Ming Decision, and only supported a few breaths.

And the situation of the rest of the people is also terrifying, only to see blood-colored insects coming out of their mouths, noses and ears.

What's even more depressing is that these people have almost no feelings about it.

Zong Shou's heart sank slightly, and he was cold. This is the method of the Demon Banner Sect, he should not have any hope.

The only thing I can think of is just to let these people get rid of it quickly.

(To be continued)