Chapter 68: Ziyu escapes

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The melodious sound of the flute is like the sound of heaven, and suddenly the war horse roars and the iron flag flutters in the quiet, like an army transiting, with iron bones and unyielding military spirits.

In the peaceful world of ice and snow, there was a flash of cold.

The exquisite jade flute was full of murderous aura, and it shot at Zhao Haochen's eyebrows with an icy chill.

Zhao Haochen's handsome face showed a touch of helplessness, a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head helplessly.

Zhao Haochen's face instantly was like a lonely snow line frozen for eternity on the top of the mountain, he moved his body coldly and slowly, and the resolute coldness in his eyes was surging, filling his eyes in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Haochen stood there, exuding a huge and cold chill all over his body, and the cold sword qi swirled around him.

Mo Yuxuan instantly felt like he was a different person, cold and ruthless, decisive in killing, there was a threat in his heart, however, this was meaningless, Zhao Haochen would definitely die.

A sword flashed, snorted, and the speed of the shot was like a flash of light in the sky, and the long sword carrying the cold light was stabbing towards Mo Yuxuan's neck.

Mo Yuxuan was shocked, cold sweat was dripping, and he hurriedly changed his route, and the jade flute was in the rung, and he quickly dodged and floated back.

If he didn't change his route in time, Zhao Haochen's long sword would inevitably be the first to be on his neck, although his jade flute was still a size away from Zhao Haochen's eyebrows, but he had to give up.

After Mo Yuxuan's jade flute clicked over, Zhao Haochen was invincible, and Jianzi appeared at this time, and the two quietly changed their positions, and Jianzi controlled this body.

Let you storm and rain, and I will break it with my sword.

The cold momentum of the sword, the awe-inspiring sword qi locked the audience, making the people of Ziyulou tremble, and many people couldn't stand this momentum and fell to the ground stiffly.

Mo Yuxuan struggled to resist this momentum, and he instantly realized that the master in front of him was beyond his control.

Zhao Haochen's soul always paid attention to this scene, and his heart shook, and only then did he truly realize the gap in the realm.

Before holding the sword by himself, it can be said that he was dancing wildly, completely relying on the previous control of the sword by his body, and he just made subconscious movements.

If it weren't for the sword of his own, he might have become a diner for a wild dog.

There will be blood splashes when the sword comes out, Mo Yuxuan realized that the situation was not good, lost control, quickly retreated, and fled into the distance, and the rest of the people in the Ziyulou pounced violently, and the sword struck out three times, and more than a dozen heads rolled.

After being delayed for a while, Mo Yuxuan had already escaped a distance of forty or fifty zhang, and everyone in the Ziyu Building, who was lucky to survive, looked at Zhao Haochen with a smile, but they didn't dare to take a step forward.

He was about to step forward and kill, but the sharp sword qi surging in his eyes suddenly retreated, returning to his previous bland temperament, and Zhao Haochen took charge of this body again.

Zhao Haochen was stunned, and cried out in his heart, my brother, you don't care at this time, you will die.

The begging eyes looked at the sword pitifully, but next, it shocked Zhao Haochen's heart, and his mind seemed to have been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and it was a mess.

A bloody arrow shot out of the sword's mouth.

"Tell your master, I'll kill him sooner or later!" Zhao Haochen still had that cold face like ice and snow, looking at the people in Ziyulou coldly, cold and sharp, but his heart was a stormy wave, as if he was carefully driving a flat boat, sailing on the choppy sea, facing the fate of subversion at any time.

"Get out!"

The people in the Ziyu Building were like being amnestied, and they disappeared with a crawl.

"Why do you want me to invite you to come in and sit down?" a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, but it was cruel and hidden.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" Other sects, such as the Xianle Sect and other sects, were all playing haha, but none of them turned around and left.

Zhao Haochen swept over everyone one by one, and whenever he saw a person, that person would feel an inexplicable palpitation, only to feel that his eyes seemed to be in the dark night.

Zhao Haochen knew that at this moment, people were taking his power before, and no one dared to step forward, but the heavy treasure was in front, and the peerless exercises were in front, as long as he stepped on himself, he could reach the top, and he was in danger of wealth and wealth, so no one turned around and left.

"I might as well tell you that the Blood Devouring God Tomb is not a shadow at all, so don't be suspicious, otherwise I wouldn't be here at this moment!"

In the wind and snow, Zhao Haochen walked arrogantly towards the inn, but when he walked to the door, his footsteps paused, stopped, turned his back to everyone and said coldly, and turned around and entered the inn directly.

Everyone look at me, I look at you, and in the end they can only shake their heads helplessly and return to their respective strongholds.

Since then, Zhao Haochen has been the vanguard of the three major sects of Heavenly Poison, Purple Jade, and Golden Jade with the power of one person, and there is no doubt that this purple jade is the most miserable, and the master has lost a large part of it.

This is a big disadvantage for them to compete for the Blood Devouring God Tomb next, the Blood Devouring God Tomb is about to be born soon, and it is still too late to deploy manpower from the sect, so after Mo Yuxuan fled back, he was furious and decided to recruit people from the rivers and lakes nearby to help him.

Soon after, when the various sects stationed in Tianyuan saw this, they all followed suit.

Zhao Haochen was unhurried, but after returning to the inn, he was anxious, hurriedly looked inward, and came to Jianzi's side, very concerned about his injury.

Don't you care, maybe you need this uncle to save your little life, otherwise you wouldn't dare to play like this.

To tell the truth, he acted wantonly before, being a guest of Ziyu, and singled out the blood-colored hell of Zhuge Mansion, undoubtedly not because of this master.

Kenko's face was frighteningly pale, and he collapsed weakly on the cold ground, leaning against the wall. The blood stains that remained at the corners of his mouth hadn't completely dried up.

Lifting the eyelids that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds with difficulty, seeing Zhao Haochen's unusually serious and concerned expression, his heart warmed, and there was a hint of a smile on his face that was like ten thousand years of ice, but it seemed a little stiff.

"How could this be?" Although Zhao Haochen knew that Jian Zi couldn't speak, he still asked resolutely.

"Is there any taboo for you to do it?" The two looked at each other for a long time, and there was a huge silence lingering in the space, and after a long time, Zhao Haochen broke the calm with an abrupt sentence.

The sword nodded heavily and hard, and pointed his finger upward.

"Heaven--Dao--Punishment--Punishment!"