There is only one contemporary sword in Kunlun in the north, because the other candidates have already died under his sword.

This is the way of killing, there is no opponent, only one person walks alone.

The Blood River Ancestor was afraid of the Kunlun Sword Sect, because since the previous Sword Venerable, the style of the Kunlun Sword Sect had changed from the previous peaceful, became iron-blooded and high-pressure, and dominated the northern realm with an extremely tough attitude.

In this generation, such a killing genius has been cultivated, and the centralization of power has reached its peak.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to go back to Aoba Mountain Castle, he wouldn't have spent three years secretly building a blood river formation under Aoba Mountain Castle like this, living a life as aggrieved as a gutter rat.

Today, he saw that he was about to be completed, but he fell short, he never thought that Kunlun would receive the news so quickly, let alone that the cold night in Beitang would come so quickly.

It's fine if someone else comes, but it's him...... Without hesitation, the Blood River Ancestor sacrificed his back hand.

As soon as he finished saying "there is a long way to go", he immediately stretched out his hand to disperse the blood mist that shrouded the sky above Aoba Mountain Castle, and showed the ruins and ruins below and many mortals in front of the cold night of the North Hall.

The sword lowered its eyes, and its robes hunted in the wind.

The tails of his eyes were sharp-arced, and the perfectly shaped eyes reflected the figures of the mortals below who had survived the catastrophe.

In the midst of the ruins, tongues of fire licked the brick walls, children cried, and ordinary people who suffered from the disaster sat or lay down, because the blood mist dissipated for a while and got a chance to breathe.

The mother held the child in her arms, and covered the elderly parents, intending to protect them with flesh and blood, and straightened up, and raised her head towards the place where the wind and snow fell.

At this moment, everyone saw the sword immortal standing in the sky, and a glimmer of hope was born in their hearts.

"Immortal...... Immortals help, immortals ......"

With the desire to survive in their eyes, they trembled and stretched out their hands into the sky, some of them bleeding from their hands, and some of their limbs were mutilated by the blood mist.

Countless hands stretched out to the only savior they could see in their eyes, and this scene fell into the eyes of all the righteous monks in the city, and everyone couldn't help but take a breath at the thought of what it would be like to be in the cold night of the North Hall.

The voice of the Blood River Ancestor sounded again, with a smile: "Did you hear that, Jianzi?" They're asking you for help. ”

As he spoke, his fingers moved slightly, and the blood mist that had retreated to the side recondensed in the sky above Aoba Mountain Castle, like a huge red jellyfish, with countless slender tentacles sticking out from below, each wrapped around the neck of a living person.

The Blood River Ancestor raised his right hand to the side, stretched out his fingers, and a family of three was hooked in front of him.

Their feet were dangling in the air, and the thin rope condensed by the blood mist was wrapped around their necks, and they kept wrestling because they were suffocating: "Ho-ho...... Save ......"

"I know you're strong—" The old ghost dressed in red looked at the people in the sky, his voice full of malice, "I also know that your sword is fast, but guess how many people in the city have to hit their heads in the distance from your sword to my throat?" ”

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Chapter 9

"Get out of the way!"

Before the smugness in the heart of the Blood River Ancestor dissipated, he heard a burst of cheers from several places in the city at the same time, and immediately realized that he had made a wrong decision.

His convulsive smile still stopped on his face, and he had already seen the sword light in the sky overwhelming, and the blizzard behind Beitang Cold Night condensed into a dragon shape, roaring and rushing towards Aoba Mountain Castle!

The Blood River Ancestor cursed secretly, ignoring the threat from the previous moment, and hurriedly collected the blood mist from the necks of those mortals, and at the same time collected the power exerted on the sect members, condensed into a cover and blocked it in front of him, colliding with this violent wind and snow sword light!

With a bang, the evil cultivator who had lost his protection was exposed to the sword light with the mark of the Blood River Great Array, and in an instant, countless frost swords pierced his body, and the screams began to fade from the injured position before he began to fade the color of the world, turning into a gray and white ice sculpture.

The monks who had predicted the cold night of the North Hall and quickly hid in the nearby shelter and stretched out the protective shield were shocked by the aftermath of this blow, and they were only moved by the spinning of the world, their brains were buzzing, and everyone's faces turned pale, and the eyes of their companions who were close to them were full of horror.

They hadn't been so embarrassed when they fought in the city before, but when the Sword Sect's reinforcements came, they had to hug their heads and run away, and at this moment everyone had only one thought in their hearts - the old ghost of the Blood River really killed them!

Seeing that he didn't run away when he saw Beitang in the cold night, he dared to face him head-on, they thought he had some great means, and the result was to take the living people in the city as a threat! Did he find out what was going on here before he came to the North?

The Sword Sect acted toughly, not only in dealing with the Xuanmen Righteous Path in the Northern Realm, but also in their attitude towards the Evil Demon Outer Dao. To kill him in the river of blood, the destruction of this Aoba Mountain City is definitely an acceptable loss in the eyes of the Sword Sect.

This was especially true of the cold night in Beitang, the lives of the 100,000 people in the city were no more important than grass mustard in his eyes, and these people would not be a reason for him to hesitate.

Don't say it's Aoba Mountain City, even if you use the entire Kunlun to blackmail him, he won't care!

The wind howled, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the Aoba Mountain Castle, which had been dyed blood-colored, became a plain white world in an instant.

The corners of Blood River Ancestor's eyes twitched, and the flames in his eyes seemed to be blown to a staggering edge.

He knew that the Northern Sword Sect had become even more powerful than before, and the sword in front of him who had taken the killing path was even more blue and better than his ancestor, but he didn't expect that the cold night of Beitang was even crazier than he imagined, and he would disregard life!

Feeling the vibration caused by the sword light slashing down on the great array, the Blood River Ancestor painfully realized that even if he knew it in advance, he was reluctant to leave like this.

He had the opportunity to get it from the north in the first place, and his Blood River Great Array was obtained in the eyes of the Yin and Yang under Aoba Mountain Castle in the past.

He was expelled from the door wall because he trespassed into the sect's forbidden land and knew something he shouldn't know, and he wanted to return to the door wall, but natural fate still fell here.

He had spent so much time preparing, and he didn't want to see his hard work come to naught, so he didn't take the lives of the mortals in Aoba Mountain Castle in one go, but kept it as a backup.

Not only did it not work, but now there is no way to stall for time.

He had to go all out to manipulate the Blood River Great Array in order to compete with the cold night of Beitang, and he couldn't spare the slightest amount of attention to fill the lives of these mortals into the Great Array, and he hated it so much that he just wanted to vomit blood.

The vast snow spread from Aoba Mountain Castle to the entire desert.

The snow in the city quickly piled up a few feet, and the mortals were shivering with the cold, almost losing consciousness.

These two monks who were only one step away from the land true immortal fought each other, if it weren't for the Blood River Ancestor's scruples and didn't give it a go, I was afraid that the entire city would have been razed to the ground.

In front of the Kunlun Rectification, the Blood River Ancestor became the one who guarded the Aoba Mountain City and prevented it from being destroyed by the sword light of the cold night of the North Hall.

The blood river was extremely aggrieved, manipulating the power of the large array, but it was only on par with the cold night of the Beitang, Chu Yiyang was in the blood pool below the temple, and heard his angry voice resounding in every corner of Qingye Mountain City:

"On a cold night in Beitang, you Kunlun are in vain! Do you just care about the lives of mortals? If you kill me, the great array will collapse, and the entire Aoba Mountain Castle will be buried together! ”

Then, Chu Yiyang heard the voice of another person.

This is the first time that Beitang Hanye has spoken since he appeared, his voice is like an ice spring clear, jade hitting each other, and the words he said are like the incarnation of the way of heaven, completely ruthless: "Life and death are determined by heaven, and they are all fates." ”

The Blood River Ancestor let out an angry roar, and he didn't know if he was a little messed up by his sword again.

Although Beitang had the advantage in the cold night, it was inevitable that the blood river would jump off the wall in a hurry, Chu Yiyang didn't want to have more accidents, so he asked Xu Yu who went to the eye of the formation through the link with the puppet: "How is the formation broken?" ”

"No problem, give me a little more time." The young man's voice came back from the link, with full confidence, "But brother, I broke the formation for you and saved these people, how do you want to thank me?" How about making a pledge? ”

"Not how." How to call him a virtuous brother, he called his brother, thinking of his own brother who still didn't know his whereabouts, Chu Yiyang said again, "What do these people have to do with me?" ”

Xu Yu decided that he was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and while releasing his spiritual power to test the formation, he retreated and said: "Then wait for this matter, you take me back to your sect to be a guest, I am now alone in the north, and I was killed by you again, which is very dangerous." ”

This time, Chu Yiyang really did not refuse.

Yan Xun listened to the movements above and determined that the Blood River Ancestor was invincible to Beitang Cold Night, a junior who was more than a hundred years late in his cultivation.

And there is such a variable as himself hidden in the blood pool, so the only thing he may do next is to sacrifice the creatures in the city, so as to draw strength from the great array and seek a breakthrough in the battle of life and death.

Do you want to meddle yourself?

Yan Xun thought about it, and looked at the young man beside him again, and saw that there was a trace of gloom shrouded between his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, as if his heart was heavy.

Although he also didn't care about the lives of these mortals in the city, the little beauty beside him was born in Aoba Mountain City, and the boys and girls on the ground were also good, so it was a pity to die in vain.

Chu Yiyang, who was paying attention to Xu Yu's movements and thinking about where his younger brother would be, felt that the person holding him gently patted his shoulder twice with his hand, and heard him say, "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

When the words fell, Yan Xun's peach blossom eyes, which were always full of affection, appeared with a faint purple brilliance.

Poor Blood River Ancestor has been planning for several years, and the organs have been exhausted, with the cold night pressure of Beitang on the top, Yan Xun's stabbing knife below, and Xu Yu in the center of the array eye, it seems that he will soon quit.

As soon as Yan Xun moved, the Blood River Ancestor felt that something was wrong, the damn mouse in the blood pool actually sped up the speed of stealing!

The flames burning in his eyes shrank, and his heart fell into a battle between heaven and man.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and made a choice: "You are waiting to force me!" Today, all of you died in Qingye Mountain City, and when you go to the underworld, you will remember that it was the Kunlun Sword Sect that caused you to lose your lives in vain! ”

After the Blood River Ancestor finished speaking, he raised his head and let out a long roar.

The blood mist above his head that resisted the sword light instantly boiled like boiling water, blocking the biting wind and snow outside, and also resisting the sword light of Beitang.

In an instant, except for Chu Yiyang and Yan Xun, who were in the array, all the people who were still alive in the city seemed to have opened a gap in their bodies, and whether they cultivated or not, their vitality was continuously pumped out.

The ground flew sand and rocks, and the Blood River Ancestor's hair was scattered, and his hands were raised to the sky.

A house collapsed in the east of the city, and the shattered masonry flew towards the sky, and the mortals and monks who stayed in that direction also flew uncontrollably, being sucked into the blood-red vortex of the sky.

The gray-white ice sculptures on the ground could not withstand such a strong suction, and shattered with a thud, raising a puff of ice crystals in the air.

The Blood River Ancestor looked like he was crazy, and raised his head and let out a burst of crazy laughter: "Hahahahahaha-haha-"

He doesn't want this breakthrough, he wants them all to die here!

Aobayama Castle, which had taken root in the desert for an unknown number of years, shook as if it were about to be uprooted from the ground, and the buildings in the castle were completely destroyed, and no monk or mortal could resist this power.

Beitang retracted his sword in the air on a cold night, and the white dragon composed of wind and snow behind him let out a roar, and his five claws were all caught in this blood-red whirlpool, but the strength he used was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he couldn't do anything at all.

A maniacal smile appeared on the face of the Blood River Ancestor - what if it was a Kunlun sword? In front of his Blood River Great Array, everything was in vain!

Suddenly, the smile on his face retracted, and he felt that some door had been opened in the dark, and the breath that came from it made him ecstatic, made him tremble, and made him awe.

Those who flew towards the sky heard a low roar coming from the blood-red vortex.

The sound creeped through them, as if it evoked the fear engraved in their bones, and the people who could not reach the world or the earth all stared in horror at the door that loomed in the whirlpool, feeling that something was about to break through it.

The Blood River Ancestor clenched his fists, and a ruthless color flashed on his face: "Give me-"

The next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

The underground blood pool, the more the light in Yan Xun's eyes, the whole person was surrounded by a layer of dark purple light, and the blood pool around him turned into a vortex, turning in the opposite direction with the blood mist above Aoba Mountain Castle.

He opened a gap between the two vortices, channeling down the essence and power that the Blood River Ancestor had controlled to send to the heavens.

The power of the Extreme Yin repaired his wounds faster than ever before, uprooting the violent power that raged in his flesh.

"No, no, no!"

Seeing that the passage above was about to open, and he wanted to draw a powerful existence from it and kill everyone here, only the last point was missing, but it fell short, and the Blood River Ancestor let out a roar.

He felt that the passage he had opened was shrinking, and the terrifying aura of desolation inside was also weakening, as if he was being forced back by the shrinking passage towards the path from which it had come.

The Blood River Ancestor put his hands upwards to stabilize the passage, but the sword light of the North Hall penetrated the blood mist again.

Countless frost swords fell, nailing the clothes of the people who would be floating in mid-air, nailing them all down, and the cold light flashed in front of the Blood River Ancestor's eyes, his palms tingled, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

The blade of the Qiankun Sword pierced through the back of his right hand, and the tip of the sword pierced into his chest.