At the moment when the wind dragon came, a hazy blue light suddenly flashed out, wrapping Han Shi and blocking the wind dragon from the blue light, this blue light came from Han Shi's chest.

A familiar feeling came to his heart, Han Shi came back to his senses and looked at the source of the blue light on his chest, it was a jade pendant, which was given by Master Xuanyuan back then, and he had saved his life five years ago, and for this reason, there was a crack on the jade pendant.

Now, this jade pendant saved him again, gently stroking the jade pendant, recalling the bits and pieces that happened in the ten years of the master and apprentice, Han Shi put the jade pendant back to his chest, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Bai Ying was furious in his heart, this person was just Ning Yuan Seven Heavy Cultivation, there was such a treasure, this Wind Dragon Technique, even if he killed the Yuan Dan monk, it was more than enough, but now in front of this green light, he could not advance an inch.

The murderous intent in the eyes of the white shadow was heavy, and under the continuous pinching of the two hands, the wind dragon suddenly rose into the sky and disappeared, but in the next moment, at a height of thousands of zhang, it condensed into a Xuanqing wind dragon of more than three hundred zhang again, and the momentum was ten times stronger than before, looking from afar, it was like a real dragon soaring in the sky.

The Xuanqing Wind Dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound penetrated the sky, its eyes revealed murderous intent, and it swooped down towards Han Shi.

The wind suddenly arose around Han Shi, flying sand and stones, as if the glorious heaven was coming, and everywhere it went, even the century-old trees were uprooted by it and thrown away without a trace.

The Xuanqing Wind Dragon swooped down like a mountain, with a huge force that could almost destroy everything, directly hitting the blue light, the ripples spread, and the blue light gradually flickered, and the second crack quietly appeared on the jade pendant, as the blue light gradually dimmed, the crack was gradually getting bigger, Han Shi felt a pain in his heart, and looked up at the white shadow.

At this moment, his gaze seemed to come from under the Nine Shadows.

Bai Ying was uncomfortable by Han Shi's gaze, and inadvertently, he actually had a trace of fear, and after a while, Bai Ying came back to his senses, and suddenly became angry and ashamed, and the murderous intent of Han Shi was beyond measure.

Han Shi closed his eyes, stood with his hands pinched, motionless, there was no joy or sorrow on his calm face, but this calm suddenly had a solemn meaning, and an invisible momentum rose to the sky.

This momentum is the true meaning of the stone, the name is lonely!

Beyond the blue light, it belongs to the movement of the wind dragon, which is as powerful as the sky, and the killing machine is surging.

Within the blue light, it belongs to the tranquility of Han Shi, the so-called lonely, independent firmament.

And just when the meaning of loneliness reached its peak, Han Shi moved.

But it is Han Shi's already proficient Rolling Stone Fist, starting from the first style, Han Shi moved slowly, and what was revealed in his eyes was not serious, but pious.

And the lonely meaning that has reached its peak, under this piety, has risen again.

Like a bow, when it reaches the level of a full moon, if you continue to pull the bowstring, the result is only two, either the power is greater, or the bow breaks and the arrow breaks.

There are a total of thirteen styles of Rolling Stone Fist, Han Shi can only hit the tenth style now, and from the fifth type, each style is played, Han Shi will spurt out a large mouthful of blood, this blood is extremely bright, but it has not drifted away, it is like the shape of a flame around Han Shi.

The rumbling sound seemed to be approaching from nothingness, as if an unknowable beast had been born, and it was rushing here, and silver light leaked out from Han Shi's fingers, shining on Han Shi's calm face, at this moment, everything seemed so peaceful.

No one can see the determination in the depths of Han Shi's gaze, this technique belongs to the dignity of Shi Xiu.

Once you step into the path of stone, you will be a stone cultivator, and for a stone cultivator, if you encounter a desperate situation, you can only die, if you can hold the determination to die, you can perform the secret technique of stone cultivation...... The Forbiddenness of Life.

The forbidden life is to sacrifice one's own life in exchange for a shocking blow, and the power of this blow will be beyond imagination.

Standing not far away, the black shadow's gaze gradually changed from indifference to solemnity, he remembered that many years ago, he had heard the lord occasionally mention that the characteristics of the forbidden technique were very similar to the technique performed by Han Shi, once the technique was completed, it would burst out with extremely strong power, the black shadow had a gloomy face, but there was a hesitation in his heart, should he remind his junior brother.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The tenth form of the Rolling Stone Fist slowly unfolded in Han Shi's hands, and his movements became extremely dignified, just like pushing a mountain, extremely difficult.

Suddenly, in front of Han Shi, a pale cyan phantom appeared, and the phantom was in an irregular shape, like a boulder in the mountains, with sharp edges and corners.

A silver light appeared in Han Shi's palm, and he pressed it lightly towards the phantom, and the silver light touched the phantom, like a fish in water, and instantly swam in the phantom.

Suddenly, Han Shi opened his eyes, his black eyes stared at the white shadow, revealing a hideous sneer, Han Shi shouted angrily, and the blood floating around him burned like a flame, enveloping Han Shi and burning it.

This kind of incineration is not a tangible thing, but the longevity of Hanshi, or ...... Life.

Han Shi's eyes showed ruthlessness, he knew that with his current cultivation, he was definitely not the opponent of these two, and he couldn't think of any other way than the forbidden life.

Today, since Han Shi is here, he should have the heart of death.

Today, if he can be buried with his father and mother, it is also Han Shi's luck.

Fifty percent Shouyuan was burned almost in the blink of an eye, and the roar in Han Shi's heart also reached its peak at the moment of incineration.

The silver-cyan boulder phantom, under the light press of Han Shi's five fingers, suddenly moved, and with infinite power, it crashed towards the white shadow.

It's just such a simple impact action, falling in the eyes of Bai Ying, but it is like a mountain, rushing towards him to suppress him, that feeling of oppression, almost suffocating him, he can't believe that this technique is from the hand of Ning Yuan Monk.

The black shadow was even more shocked in his heart, and under the great change in his complexion, he retreated nearly a hundred zhang again, before he could stop, and he had a trace of jealousy for this Han Shi, but he didn't know if the junior brother could take it.

Where the boulder phantom passed, the raging wind dragon, like boiling water pouring snow, suddenly dissipated without a trace, and the boulder phantom, without hindrance, slammed straight towards the white shadow with a slight buzzing sound.

The speed of the boulder phantom was extremely fast, and in the accompanying wind, there was the sound of gold and iron intersecting, and before the white shadow could react, it was already approaching.

The white shadow's heart shook wildly, and the aura of this silver-cyan phantom gave him a taste of imminent death, a taste he hadn't felt for many years.

The white shadow roared, and the figure retreated quickly, and at the same time, his hands pinched like electricity, and in front of him, a magic weapon appeared, almost every one, exuding a very powerful aura, and several of them even faintly exuded the aura of immortal treasures.

Immortal treasures are completely different from spirit treasures, even if they are ninth-level spirit treasures, they are far inferior to a low-grade immortal treasure.

The biggest difference between the two lies in the word artistic conception.

It's just that now, under the huge mountain power of the impact of this boulder phantom, the dozens of magic weapons sacrificed by the white shadow were not able to stop them for a moment, and at the moment of contact, they all turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind.

The shadow of the boulder turned into a silver-cyan streamer, pierced through the white shadow's chest, slashed into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

And after the boulder phantom disappeared, in the distant sky, there seemed to be gusts of wind and thunder, and it came from afar.

The power of a blow, the strength of Ruosi.

Bai Ying's face was painful and hideous, his eyes were full of disbelief, looking at the huge wound between his chest and abdomen, his knees weakened, and he knelt down, his eyes were dark, and he fell into never-ending darkness.

This blow not only penetrated the flesh of the white shadow, but most importantly, the moment the white shadow's primordial infant escaped, under the traction of the breath, it was also instantly shattered by the boulder phantom, dissipating between heaven and earth, and the primordial infant was shattered, which meant that the person was completely dead, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

The black shadow was extremely frightened, the junior disciple had reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant Stage, compared to him, it was only a little inferior, and now he was killed by the Ning Yuan Monk, this matter was unbelievable.

Sure enough, as the Lord said, for this Han Shi, swords must not be added.

Han Shi's body shook, the corners of his mouth curved, revealing a cruel smile, this smile was reflected in the eyes of the black shadow, just like a demon's smile, what this Ning Yuan monk brought him was no longer the ease of dealing with it at will, but the fear of imminent death.

Seeing Han Shi approaching, the black shadow shouted: "Stop, take another step forward, and crush your father's soul." ”

Han Shi stopped in response, chuckled like weeping blood, looked at the black shadow, and muttered, "Daddy and mother have gone." ”

"You, you must die. ”