The dust gradually cleared, and Ming Jue and the rest of the secret martial artists finally saw the two figures inside.

Dou Lingzhen frowned one step earlier, as a martial arts powerhouse, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. When the true power and spiritual energy in his eyes gathered, the land of several miles could be clear, and the gray sand could not stop his eyesight at all.

At first, he was slightly puzzled, and the next moment, when his eyes swept over Zong Shou's face and the pair of cat ears on Chu Xue's head, his expression was stunned again: "You are the prince of Qiantian Mountain?"

That face was vaguely familiar, and he had seen it on the portrait sent by the people of Cloud Defect Mountain not long ago.

Even a few dozen years ago, he had planned to rob the man of the belongings he was carrying.

But I didn't want to be in front of me just a moment later.

I can't help but rejoice in my heart, isn't this mine the best place to kill people?

Then I had a secret doubt. The young man in front of him was clearly completely devoid of his inner soul power, and sure enough, as the rumors said, he was a waste of two veins parallel and unable to practice.

But the spirit sword that cut off one of the arms of the Ming Dynasty was at least a spirit master who could take off the weapon. The three stone puppets are comparable to the Nine Veins Secret Martial Master, and they also need to be above the Trick Realm to be able to urge.

He subconsciously thought that it was the girl of the tiger cat clan next to him who was controlling. But when I looked carefully at this moment, I realized that this girl was only a secret martial artist at the peak of the Nine Veins. The soul power that escapes is even more ordinary, and it should not be in the realm of cultivating spirits.

Then who is controlling this spirit sword and the three stone puppets? Immediately, the question of his mind came to mind.

Ming Jue was also stunned, and looked at Zong Shou's face carefully, his eyes burning like flames. And when his eyes swept over Chu Xue, his eyes lit up. Touching the wound on the broken arm of his left hand, Ming Jue's face couldn't help but distort again, and he smiled cruelly: "You don't care who he is! That man, capture me alive, I want him to light a sky lantern and burn him to death to relieve my hatred of breaking my arm." I want that woman too. My Demon Spirit Banner happens to be short of a blood slave!"

Dou Lingzhen woke up suddenly when he heard this, and laughed dumbly. Regardless of the spirit sword and the three stone puppets, who controls them, and what is strange inside, they only need to be caught, why bother so much?

His eyes sparkled, with just a random gesture. The twenty strong bows behind him immediately made a 'fluffy' sound. A huge arrow with a full twenty fingers of thickness pierced through the air. The bow opened the chain, and in just ten breaths, several powerful arrows pierced out.

And they were followed by those two innate martial artists. Wearing heavy iron armor, his movements are like a civet cat galloping in the mountains, and his movements are soft and fast. While guarding against the black wave sword that was flying in mid-air, he quickly approached.

The arrow struck the three stone golems, and immediately there were stone chips. One after another, a series of 'clanging' sounds were made, and the huge force carried by the sound of arrows made the huge body of the puppet continue to retreat.

In the eyes of the first snow, I can't help but reveal a scorching color. Zong Shou beside him was still in a daze and did not react.

Seeing that more than a dozen sharp arrows were coming, and the three stone puppets were already full of holes, and it was difficult to cover them all. Only the stone slab was extremely solid, but it could only bounce off half of the arrows. Chu Xue was suddenly in a hurry, and subconsciously wanted to block in front of Zong Shou.

However, as soon as her figure moved, she was grabbed by a strong hand. When he turned his head to look, he saw Zong Shou is smiling at the corner of his lips, looking ahead. The hesitation in his eyes has long faded, leaving only a trace of helplessness and coldness.

Chu Xue's heart was relieved, but she was stunned. At this moment, the feeling that Zong Shou gave her was very different. In the past, whether she was laughing and scolding, she would feel very kind. And at this moment, although Zong Shou still smiled faintly, in her eyes, he didn't seem to be a living person, he seemed to have no feelings, and he was extremely indifferent.

Suddenly, there was a sudden shiver, and I felt that the temperature around me suddenly became cold. The wind in this pit is already very cold, but it is not as cold as it is at this moment, which makes people cold to the bone marrow. Qi and blood seem to be frozen.

The next moment, I only listened to Zong Shou's faint voice.

"Cher, close your eyes!"

Chu Xue looked stunned, at this time, she could die in just an instant, how could she close her eyes? She didn't have the ability to fight blindly.

His eyes hesitated for a moment, but Chu Xue still closed his eyelids. Fang Cai Zongshou's voice was extraordinarily dignified and extraordinarily serious. Anyway, she listened to her young master's orders, whether it was life or death.

As soon as it was dark, there was another sound of 'Zheng' in my ears. Chu Xue tried to identify it with her mind, and it was the sound of the thunder tooth sword coming out of its sheath. This unfinished spirit soldier was also boiling up and hanging in the air at this moment, wrapped in Xiao Jin.

Then the voice of the sect guard sounded again.

"Remember, there is no command from the young master. Never, never, don't open your eyes—"

Chu Xue's expression was stunned again, what the hell is going on, why can't you watch it? The bottom of my heart sank slightly, and a bad thought rose, if it was a young master, I knew that I had nothing to forget, and I planned to fight hard with these people. Not letting herself look at it is to protect herself - for a while, Chu Xuefang's heart was in turmoil. The eyelids moved slightly, and he struggled.

At this moment, there is nothing else in his mind.

He really didn't want to use this sealing sword. It's just that it's the case today, but it's not going to work.

With a sigh, the cold power around his body became a few steps thicker in just an instant.

The moss on both sides of the underground stream nearby is also withering.

Countless dead ashes wrapped around his right hand.

"Yellow spring stagnant water, blue falling cold waves-"

Zong Shou let out a soft groan, and his hand reached forward as he grasped the Thunder Tooth Sword. The right hand had turned gray and white, like a dead man. The whole person is not half angry. The three thousand strands of hair on the head have all turned pale from top to bottom in this momentary time.

And when the true qi was rushing, it was a soft sound of 'Zheng'. On the Thunder Tooth Sword, a trace of thunder flickered, and the earth-shaking power entangled with water and fire also revealed from the tip of the sword.

blended with the gray and white breath, there was no disharmony with each other, and there was no rejection.

The so-called water of the Yellow Spring, the blue waves, is the gathering of the breath of death. And the power of death is already mixed with the laws of the heavens. Anything can lead to death. Whether it is the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, or the light, darkness, yin and yang, wind, thunder and lightning. Either one, they all have the power of death in them - so instead of being discordant, they resonate with each other, and they blend together!

And the soft groan of Zong Shou continued. The sword light swung, bringing up a gray shadow. The cold power that gathered, and the gray dead air, seemed to really turn into the River Styx, surging and flowing in this underground space.

"-The gathering of the Yin River, the gate of the nine shadows. This sword leads to the underworld, and you are dead!"

With this voice, Zong Shou's whole person seemed to disappear into this world. Merge with the waves of the River Styx.

And at this moment, the first thing to feel the change in Zongshou, except for Chu Xue, who was hesitating whether to open his eyes, was the two innate martial artists who were murderous and had hideous faces. His pupils shrank, revealing a look of horror.

It's just that at this moment, the gray sword shadow suddenly changed from extremely static to extremely moving. The purple thunder flashed, and this sword seemed to have no substance, piercing out of the netherworld, and the ghost was extremely ghostly, and it arrived in front of him.

Even the heavy armor worn by these two innate martial artists had no effect. I couldn't even sense it, and the armor pieces around my neck were pierced like yuba, and then I felt a chill in my neck.

For a while, they were terrified, but when they could react, the figure with gray and dead air had already shuttled through the gap between them, without any nostalgia.

After a full moment, he realized that he was not dead, and there was no blood leaking from the wound on his neck.

But just when the two of them were overjoyed and looked at each other with some joy, they were both extremely shocked and looked at each other in a daze.

I saw that the figure on the opposite side was 'withering' and drying up at an alarming rate. Not only can I no longer lift the slightest strength in my body, but the skin is also aging in an instant, and even rapidly [***].

The whole process is terrifying and desperate!

There was only one thought left in my heart, what kind of sword this time? so terrifying, so domineering?

Zong Shou's figure is still galloping. With the help of the power of Waidan, a leap is more than ten zhang. The shadow of the sword flickered, and it was so easy that he picked up all the arrows that were shot.

The distance of 100 zhang is just a moment. Dou Lingzhen's face was also pale, looking at the gray sword, his eyes revealed a little frightened, and he felt that the situation was extremely strange. The pale figure in front of him also seemed to be extremely dangerous.

It is rumored that he is a wasted son of the Qiantian Mountain, how can he be martial? Moreover, he is a dual cultivation of spirit and martial arts, and he has an out-of-body innate cultivation?

What is the origin of this body method, this swordsmanship? So weird?

didn't have time to think about it, so as soon as Ming decided to make it, he typed out a few Dao talismans. In midair, they turned into fire dragons, rushing forward and biting. The claw chain between the sleeves also burst out, winding and grabbing towards Zong Shou.

But I saw that the gray sword light flashed, and the fire dragon in the sky had disappeared without a trace. Then the second sword was swung, and the dozen or so claw chains were all exercised.

In front of that gray-white sword, it seems that everything is like rotten wood, which can be easily cut off!

Dou Lingzhen originally pulled out his blade, and the domineering sword slashed horizontally, sharpening the knife qi, directly on the stone wall next to him, opening a few zhang deep marks. Seeing this at this moment, he gasped. In my memory, there is only one person who can use such a sword technique.

"Stygian Sword!, are you the 'Stygian Sword' Lu Qing of Cloud Defect Mountain?"

When the words came out, Dou Lingzhen felt that something was wrong. The rumored Lu Qing is a burly man who is nearly forty years old. But the young man in front of him is clearly less than fifteen, and he doesn't seem to be easy to face.

There is also this sword, although it is a congenital beginner level of cultivation, and it can barely use the sword momentum. However, what he felt at the moment was a kind of death that went straight to his heart.

It seems that this sword momentum, no matter how it changes, no matter how it resists, it can't change the final result.

This sword is several times stronger than that 'dark sword' Lu Qing!

(To be continued)