Bei Mingxiu squinted slightly, looking at this big worship that was originally famous in Huangsha Town.

It is worthy of the sixth order that was fought out of the battlefield battle, and the coercion given to people is not weaker than Si Xiang, if it is placed among the cultivators of the same level, the peak of the sixth order may be killed by him.

It's a pity that it's a pervert.

Xia Zhengzhi's gaze was fixed on the iron sword in Bei Mingxiu's hand, he snorted coldly, and said, "What a bad sword." ”

Bei Ming Xiu pointed his sword at the iron spear in Xia Zhengzhi's hand and said, "Indeed, it is far worse than your iron spear. ”

The material of this iron spear is clearly from the blacksmith shop of the mysterious middle-aged man, it seems to be ordinary, but in fact it is slightly spiritual, except for the speed given by the spirit ink rune, it is stronger than the iron sword in his hand in all aspects.

Bei Mingxiu, who had touched the iron sword in the shop, knew very well that the power of this gun in Xia Zhengzhi's hand must be not small.

The previous blatant sneak attack was an example of this.

"If you can block my shot with a flying sword, you should be a sword cultivator who has practiced swordsmanship. Xia Zhengzhi grinned, "It seems that you are very confident in yourself, in front of me, you actually refused to pull out the sword on your back, maybe ......"

Before he could finish his words, the iron spear had torn through the air and stabbed out.

This shot has no warning, as if in a dinner, he is still laughing with you one moment, and the next moment he will stab you in the heart, which is extremely abrupt, so it is more and more difficult to prevent.

The strong wind whistled by, ruffling the strands of Northern Meditation Cultivator's hair, but it did not disturb the smile on his face.

"You don't deserve to see my sword. ”

After speaking, the Northern Meditation Cultivator used his spiritual power to run his whole body, and the cold ice spread on the iron sword, and with a horizontal hand, he blocked the insidious shot.

Looking at the tide of the sea is the starting style of the Canglang swordsmanship, and it is also the essence of the Canglang swordsmanship.

It's just that in order to block Xia Zhengzhi's insidious and domineering shot, Northern Meditation still needs to take three steps back.

Between these three steps, he removed most of the strength of the tip of the spear, and immediately flicked the iron spear away lightly.

What is surging on the iron spear is the killing aura that only people who have fought on the battlefield will have, but here in Xia Zhengzhi, the word killing can be called killing in general.

Although this shot failed to hurt the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the killing intent had already enveloped the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

"That's kind of interesting. ”

Xia Zheng smiled fiercely, and another shot shot shot out sideways.

Where the tip of the gun swung, there was a whimper, and another fishy smell came out, drawing a terrible green trail in the air.

What's even more terrifying is that after the previous shot shrouded the killing intent beside Bei Mingxiu, Xia Zhengzhi's shot had not yet come to Bei Mingxiu's side, and those killing intent seemed to have become tangible and qualitative, turning into soldiers in armor, instantly suppressing Bei Mingxiu.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was not alarmed.

Among the information that the old man told him, the information about Xia Zhengzhi occupied more than half of the entire page.

He knew that he was good at using guns, that he was accustomed to smearing the tip of his spear with poison that had been forcibly taken from Meng Sheng, and that while he was a sixth-order martial sect cultivator, his Yi sect cultivation was equally extraordinary.

The three major guarantees of Xia Zheng's strong combat effectiveness are iron guns, poison, and ideas.

And in the third confrontation with the Northern Meditation Cultivator, he did not hesitate to exert all these three major guarantees.

His current cultivation is the result of him crawling out of the pile of corpses again and again, so he knows very well that killing people is the real winner or loser in the battle.

If you win a duel, but you die of poison and the other person lies there for two days and is alive and kicking, you are still a loser.

Each of the three major guarantees is aimed at taking the life of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

There was once a young and vigorous sixth-order peak cultivator who fought for a civilian who was slapped to death by him, even if his cultivation was slightly higher than Xia Zhengzhi, his kung fu was extremely solid, and he never underestimated the enemy by half a point, and finally died under his three major protections.

It was the most interesting battle Xia Zhengzhi had ever experienced.

In Xia Zhengzhi's opinion, although the Northern Meditation Cultivator in front of him was not as good as that person, the battle with him might be more interesting than that battle.

And so it was, as he expected.

Bei Mingxiu's clothes were shocked, and the invisible sword intent came out of his body, and the soldiers condensed by his thoughts shattered and dissipated under the sword intent, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream.

And the poisonous mist that the tip of the iron spear rushed towards him because of the spiritual power, he just ignored it as if it were nothing, and slashed out with a sword.

The sword is still an iron sword, but there seems to be an extra rooted ice lotus on the sword. Jing Ai Books

When the iron sword and the iron spear met, the ice lotus immediately bloomed, and the ice instantly spread to the iron spear.

In the next second, Bei Mingxiu withdrew his iron sword and pushed it away a few steps, still with a calm and light face.

Xia Zheng held the iron spear straight, and his heel had already touched the root of the wall behind him, leaving a shallow trace.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled instead of anger.

He has killed a lot of cultivators of martial and artistic dual cultivation, and it is the first time he has killed a cultivator of martial and legal dual cultivation.

The cultivation methods of the Martial Sect and the Fa Sect, one accepts the spiritual power inside, and the other controls the spiritual power outside, and they are born to clash with each other, although the cultivation can greatly speed up the cultivation speed in the early stage, but with the deepening of the cultivation, the internal and external conflicts will become more and more severe, except for some special demons, the cultivation path of the martial arts dual cultivator can only go to the seventh order at most.

In his opinion, the Northern Meditation Cultivation in front of him was a person who had tasted the sweetness of martial arts and double cultivation, and he took it for granted that he was a genius and invincible in the world, so he rushed to pick up the Huang family's tiger beard.

Since the young man in front of him didn't think he was dying fast enough, Xia Zhengzhi didn't mind helping him give him a ride.

Xia Zheng raised his spear and burst out, with a cold glow on the tip of the spear, and he couldn't help but collide with the iron sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and soon pressed the Northern Meditation Cultivator into the downwind.

On the battlefield, he didn't know how many people he overwhelmed with one gun, and almost all of his gun work was on the word "pressure".

Crushing the other party and killing it is his forte.

What's more, the poison at the tip of his spear was still wafting in the direction of the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

Under the agitation of spiritual power, the spread of the poison would only be faster, and soon he happily found that there were two more unhealthy pale green touches on Bei Mingxiu's face, and the force from the sword gradually decreased.

Sweat oozed from Bei Mingxiu's face, his body shook slightly, and he gritted his teeth in a paranoid manner, as if this was the only way to continue to resist Xia Zheng's stormy attack.

Xia Zhengzhi admired the tenacity of this young man's heart, and planned to leave him a rare corpse after his death.

Those two girls, of course, were not in his consideration.

The iron spear continued to slam into the iron sword like a storm.

No matter how shaky Beimingxiu's body was and how painful his expression was, his iron sword could always accurately and barely block his gun, and then he was able to save his life.

Xia Zhengzhi suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why is it that the Northern Meditation Cultivator is getting weaker and weaker under the torture of the poison, but he still can't kill the other party immediately?

Xia Zhengzhi's hands holding the iron gun were suddenly soaked in cold sweat.

It's not that the Northern Meditation Cultivator is getting weaker, it's that he's getting weaker!

A chilling cold aura that came out of nowhere suddenly raged in his meridians, forcibly freezing the spiritual power that was circulating violently.

Xia Zheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, his legs weakened, and he almost fell to his knees, but the iron spear in his hand still rushed forward to the north to meditate.

Obviously, he has been careful about the poisonous luck of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, why is he still on the Tao?

Fortunately, he listened to Huang Qun tell about the process of Meng's victory and defeat, killed Bei Ming Xiu, and obtained the antidote from him, everything can still be reversed!

Then he saw that Bei Mingxiu's face turned from blue to red, and the whole person's body suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, he went around behind him, and unceremoniously stabbed him into his heart with a sword from behind.

The iron spear fell to the ground suddenly.

Xia Zheng fell straight to the ground, his whole body covered with a thin layer of frost, and said hoarsely: "Antidote...... Antidote ......"

"The cold qi of the Northern Darkness is not poisonous, and there is no antidote. Bei Mingxiu squatted down and said in the ear of the dying Xia Zhengzhi, "How does it feel to be killed like a murderer in your life?"

Xia Zhengzhi turned his head with difficulty, and his voice became softer and softer, "Honestly...... Pretty cool......"

"You're ...... soon. You can also feel death firsthand...... The head of the house will not let you go......"

Xia Zhengzhi's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally fell silent.

Bei Mingxiu was silent for a moment, and said to his corpse seriously: "I already plan to be an enemy of the Huang family, how can I not be wary of Huang Jincheng?"

He drew his iron sword and rushed in the direction of the group of cultivators not far away.

From Xia Zhengzhi's point of view, he could just see the scabbard on his back completely.

The scabbard is quaint and exquisite, except that there is no sword in it.