Bei Ming Xiu held his sword, his face was as pale as snow, looking at the mess around him, and sighed regretfully.

He turned around, and through the countless broken and interlaced green bamboos and the piles of bamboo leaves on the ground, he could vaguely see a sitting figure.

As if sensing the gaze of the Northern Cultivator, Fang Chengyi turned around and smiled at him calmly, as if the snowstorm that had raged in the mountains earlier had not caused him the slightest damage.

Bei Mingxiu's heart tightened.

Not only because Fang Chengyi actually withstood his strongest sword, but also because Li Hongchao's face was hidden under the mask.

After the baptism of wind and snow before, the black mask that Li Hongchao had been wearing had long been broken, and there were many cracks in the red clothes on his body.

The lower part of her face was actually a strange miserable green, and there were several hideous and terrifying scars on her cheeks, which was even more creepy with Fang Chengyi's smile.

And through the crack in her red clothes, Bei Ming Xiu could also glimpse the green in it, which was definitely not the skin color that normal people would have.

He couldn't help but think of the zombies that crawled out of the underworld in those supernatural stories.

Li Hongchao had always wrapped herself tightly before, probably because she didn't want others to see her appearance, but unfortunately, the current Li Hongchao had been invaded by Fang Chengyi, and Fang Chengyi didn't pay any attention to her appearance.

On the contrary, Fang Chengyi was happy to see Northern Meditation Cultivation show any negative emotions when he saw this face, and seeing that his expression was still as usual, he couldn't help but have a higher evaluation of Northern Meditation Cultivation.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face, and it is rare for young people to have this kind of quality now.

And the incomparable sword just now, although it did not cause him any harm on the surface, he knew very well that Li Hongchao's body was originally half-dead, and if it wasn't for his "soul seal" to bind Li Hongchao's soul, it would have rotted long ago, and the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivation almost cut off the little vitality left in this body.

Fang Chengyi didn't care about Li Hongchao's injury, this girl he rescued casually was originally a tool for him to concentrate on his will to revenge, and half of the heir was not counted, and it would not hurt if he threw it away.

And now he has a more preferred heir.

He was sure that as long as the Northern Meditation Cultivator accepted the inheritance of him and his brother, he would definitely go farther than him, and he might really be able to sweep the Holy Pavilion in the future.

Coupled with some reasons that only he knew, he planned to leave Bei Ming Xiu alive and drag it back.

He grinned at the Northern Meditation Cultivator and said, "You're done with your move, it's my turn." ”

Hongbo has always been carried by Li Hongchao, and now it is also in Fang Chengyi's hands, but the blade is still stuck in the ground.

Even if the sword that had just fallen from the Northern Meditation Cultivator's snowstorm, this sword had not been unearthed.

Fang Chengyi stood up, and the Red Wave Knife was also held in his hand.

His brow furrowed slightly.

At this time, the red wave, the knife body is dull, as if the worst quality iron knife in the village blacksmith shop, where is there a half-divided magic weapon?

The spirit weapon has spirituality and will not let those it does not recognize harness its power.

Fang Chengyi was the one who was not recognized at this time.

So he was so angry that he threw the red wave knife out of his hand, like throwing away a useless piece of garbage.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator also didn't pay attention to the red wave that was thrown out.

His gaze was firmly fixed on Fang Chengyi's hand.

Li Hongchao's hand was still white and translucent, but now it only represented danger in the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The two hands grasped a piece of bamboo, which had broken in the blizzard, and with a clattering sound, the bamboo had become a hollow stick with a sharp front.

Fang Chengyi held the bamboo stick, licked his lips, and said, "If you recognize me as a senior uncle now, I will let you go, how about it?"

Bei Ming Xiu didn't answer this provocative question, just stared at Fang Chengyi with burning eyes, and asked seriously, "Have you ever fought hard for the people you care about?"

Before the words fell, countless black qi emanated from Bei Ming Xiu's body, dyeing his pale blue eyes black.

Maybe it was because the restrictions had not been lifted for a long time, and some were not used to it, and those black gases were extremely faint at first, as if they could be blown away by a gust of wind, but after a short time, they condensed together and turned into the purest black.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator was surrounded by pitch-black and evil energy, and his eyes were cold, like a messenger from the underworld who came to the yang world to hunt souls.

His body seemed to be burned by fire, constantly eroded by pain, but the aggressive power hidden in the black qi was firmly flowing in the meridians around his body.

A little ink-black mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows, which was the core of the fallen yuan when Fang Chengyu entered the Northern Darkness Cultivation Sea.

His momentum is so powerful at this time, maybe Ji Xichun will be surprised when he arrives in person.

Fang Chengyi was not surprised.

He only felt extremely angry.

The Fallen Yuan and the Eye of Death were originally born from the same root.

Back then, the two brothers wanted to see the evil sword hidden in the legendary Ten Thousand Ghost Caves, but the sword spirit did not sell their accounts, and did not let them touch themselves at all.

Just when he thought they were going to return empty-handed, a cultivator appeared in their field of vision.

He crawled out of the crack in the abyss and was supposed to come from the underworld.

So they killed him when he wasn't looking, and found a corrosive hedron from him.

It is a good material for refining.

At that time, Fang Chengyu and him agreed that no matter what their product was, they would get together in ten years, kill the Holy Pavilion together, and take revenge.

From the soul induction, he knew that his brother's work was Fallen Yuan, and he also told Fang Chengyu that he had created the Death Demon Eye.

Before the ten-year period arrived, Fang Chengyu had already died, and the boy of the Northern Hell family who accepted his inheritance actually dared to use the fallen yuan to deal with him!

If it weren't for the fulfillment of their brother's wish, and the person he had always remembered, at this time, he would have directly tore up the Northern Meditation Cultivation and took the fallen Yuan back.

Now he has a better idea.

With the strongest attitude, the confidence of the Northern Meditation Cultivation was completely crushed.

This fleeting thought was directly adopted by him, and the world inside the black barrier became darker and darker.

Countless small black balls grew on Fang Chengyi's body, and they broke away from Fang Chengyi's body and suspended in the air. In just a few seconds, the floating orbs had merged into one, turning into a huge pitch-black magic eye, looking down on the equally pitch-black and still small creature in the space that belonged to it.

A black qi permeated the bamboo stick, merging with the bright red blood qi that was already lingering on it, and the smell of blood spread out wildly in all directions.

At this time, Fang Chengyi was like a real demon god, and no matter how violent the fallen yuan on Bei Ming Xiu's body was, it couldn't overpower him.

Bei Ming Xiu knew very well in his heart that the use of Fallen Yuan would cause great damage to his body, and he couldn't fight for a long time, even if he fought with all his strength, he would definitely not be able to win.

But he still had to fight, and he knew why he was fighting.

He once asked Li Hongchao to implant the Death Demon Eye into Yu Luoxia's body.

Until now, he still didn't know Fang Chengyi's true purpose of letting Li Hongchao spread the Death Demon Eye in the Heavenly Dao, but he knew very well that since Yu Luoxia was Fang Chengyi's target, and the other party had the Immortal Slashing Knife Technique in his hand, he had to fight hard.

For Yu Luoxia, but also for himself.

Without thinking too much, the Cold Immortal Sword moved with his heart again, and with a resolute intent, he slashed out with the Fallen Yuan Demon Qi, and met the bamboo stick head-on.