The cold wind hunted, blowing the dark red blood on the ground, and the blood flowed silently, like a flowing river of blood.

Lin Yizhi slashed thirty hat-fighting assassins in half an hour, and his methods were ruthless and deadly.

He watched the thirty fresh lives in front of him disappear one after another, but his heart became colder and colder, without a trace of pity and pity.

Because these people in the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall are very cruel by nature, if they were someone else, they would be people in the Demon Sect, maybe Lin Yizhi would not be so decisive.

To kill the wicked is to do good.

This was what Lin Yi thought in his heart, so the moment he swung the Chixiao Immortal Sword, he didn't think about letting the thirty hat-fighting assassins in front of him live.

He knew that if one of them was killed, it was likely that he would be the next to fall, and if it wasn't him, it would probably be some other defenseless mortal people.

If I kill him, there will be one less parting of life and death in this world.

It's just that after this desperate struggle with the outnumbered, Lin Yizhi never thought that it would be himself who would stand in the cold wind in the end.

Thirty torches were finally completely extinguished, and there was still a strong smell of charcoal and blood in the dark night, floating in the dark sky for a long time.

After a rush, Lin Yizhi killed thirty people, and he also suffered heavy losses. The blood on his body was uncountable, and he was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the blood that the hat-fighting assassins had splashed on him.

He stood there like a bloody man, his black clothes had already been dyed red, and in some places he had been cut by sharp blades, and his bare wounds were shocking.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and he gasped lowly, like a wounded trapped beast.

Lin Yizhi felt that the things in front of him were a little blurry, and his whole mind was dizzy.

There is no place in the body that does not hurt, and the pain of tearing is like a shadow.

If it weren't for Lin Yizhi's heart, he wouldn't have been able to fall, because the most dangerous enemy, the purple-clothed Huangquan Hall Master, had never made a move.

It was a master of the Jindan period, much higher than his own cultivation.

If Lin Yizhi wanted to get out of here alive, he had to step over his corpse, or he would be exactly like the thirty assassins, a lifeless corpse.

Therefore, he had to stand there, and no matter how tired he was, he would not allow himself to fall.

Nangong Yijin quietly came to his side and whispered with concern: "Little brother, how is it, can you still hold on?"

Lin Yizhi suddenly smiled miserably, touched the hot sweat between his temples with his bloodstained hand and said, "I can't hold on......"

Nangong Yijin was stunned, Lin Yiyi gritted his teeth, and his eyes were unprecedentedly firm: "If you can't hold on, you have to insist, you can't help but fight...... Besides, I have killed thirty of them, and it is death, and it is also a earned deal, and it is worth it!"

After that, he said softly: "Old Dao, I know that you are worried about me, but I will never escape, and I am really not sure of winning against the Huangquan Hall Master, so after I entangle him, you can run away!"

Nangong Yijin seemed to want to say something, opened his mouth, and finally let out a wail, did not say anything, and silently retreated.

The horizontal sword was in his hand, and the hand holding the sword was already trembling a little.

"You'll be the next one to die!" the voice was cold and resolute.

The Huangquan Hall Master looked at Lin Yizhi coldly, as if he didn't mean to be angry, and suddenly said: "Lin Yizhi, let me ask you, this fairy sword in your hand is not your tightly wrapped fairy sword in the Listening Water Pavilion during the day?"

Lin Yizhi thought that the Huangquan Hall Master would definitely be furious because he had killed thirty hat-hatted assassins, but he didn't expect that he didn't even mention the matter of these thirty dead people when he opened his mouth, but asked about the sword in Lin Yizhi's hand that had nothing to do with it.

The look and tone of voice seemed to have died not thirty living beings, but thirty insignificant ants.

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and secretly thought, since he already knew that he was a disciple of Liwu, let him know the origin of this immortal sword.

Said coldly: "What is it? What do you have to do with ......?"

The Huangquan Hall Master nodded and said, "Does this sword have a name?"

"Chixiao!"

"Chixiao ......" "Chixiao ......" The master of Huangquan Hall heard the name of the sword, slowly lowered his head and repeated these two words softly, and raised his head for a while and praised: "Red flame is dignified, angry at the sky, good name, good sword!"

It didn't look like a fake.

In the admiration, his eyes suddenly flashed with incomparable fanaticism and greed, and the gloomy voice suddenly came, and his tone rose, as if he wanted to snatch the sword: "Lin Yizhi, why don't you give me your Chixiao Immortal Sword, and I will let you go, as for the thirty people who died, it would be considered a vain death if they died, how about it?"

After that, he looked at Lin Yizhi with burning eyes.

Lin Yizhi didn't expect that this Huangquan Hall Master would be so cold-blooded and ruthless, and he would disregard the lives of these thirty people for a fairy sword, which was really inhumane.

Although he thought so in his heart, he said coldly: "Is this true? You don't care about the death of those thirty people?"

"It's just a bunch of dogs, and it's dead. Lin Yizhi, my patience is limited, are you willing to give me your red sky!" The eyes of the Huangquan Hall Master were hot and vigorous, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with Lin Yizhi's attitude.

Lin Yizhi suddenly felt that the thirty cold corpses lying on the ground were really pathetic, they had lost their lives for their master, but in the end, the master had no pity for them.

The voice was low: "Could it be that the Nine Heavens Yellow Spring Hall is such a cold-blooded person?"

The master of the Huangquan Hall suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "This world is the law of the jungle, interests first, what is there to hide, Lin Yizhi, the hall master is just giving you a chance, even if you don't give it, the hall master has taken your life, this Chixiao is still mine, how about it, you have to recognize the current situation, don't toast and don't eat and drink!"

Lin Yizhi smiled faintly and said softly: "It seems that I don't have a choice, since you want it, this sword is here, you can take it!"

As he spoke, he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of resisting, and handed the Chixiao Immortal Sword forward.

Seeing this, the master of the Huangquan Hall laughed and said: "The one who knows the times is Junjie, Lin Yizhi, you know each other very well!"

After that, he walked towards Lin Yizhi defenselessly.

In an instant, the distance between him and the Chixiao Immortal Sword was only a millimeter away.

The fiery red sword qi that was beating in the red sky was reflected on the face of the Huangquan Hall Master. The incomparable greed and fanaticism on that ugly face are even more obvious.

Lin Yizhi's eyes stared at the slowly approaching body of the Huangquan Hall Master, and his breathing seemed to stop suddenly.

The hand holding the Chixiao Immortal Sword actually began to tremble slightly, and the sweat on the palm of his hand did not stop.

Closer, closer, the face of the Huangquan Hall Master was almost above the red sky.

Lin Yizhi's eyebrows stood suddenly, it's now!

In an instant, Lin Yizhi suddenly snorted coldly, the voice was not broken, and the hand holding the sword suddenly flipped over, as fast as lightning.

The fiery red sword of the Chixiao Immortal Sword flashed, and it roared straight towards the throat of the Huangquan Hall Lord.

In an instant, Lin Yizhi made a cold move without the slightest hesitation.

The Huangquan Hall Master was staring at the Chixiao Immortal Sword with burning eyes, and he felt that the sword qi suddenly increased, and the sword flashed, with an incomparable wind, even in front of him.

What a fast sword!

The greedy fiery eyes of the Huangquan Hall Master disappeared suddenly, and he was shocked, he didn't expect Lin Yizhi to suddenly make a move, directly approaching his vital point.

was shocked, but he was not willing to lose his life, so he had to roar, and the person stood in place, suddenly bursting out of his whole body strength, and his body retreated several feet.

However, it was still a little too late, and less than a foot after he retreated, the blade of the Chixiao Immortal Sword had already fallen, stabbing his left arm.

Originally, the injury was not serious, but his figure did not stop, he still retreated sharply, and the Chixiao Immortal Sword took advantage of the situation to follow his own rapid movement from the top of his left arm, from top to bottom, cutting a long, shocking wound on his entire left arm.

Blood splattered into the air because of his extreme speed.

"Ahh

However, although he was injured, he was able to escape the fatal point.

Lin Yi was annoyed in his heart, he missed a blow now, and I am afraid that such a great opportunity will never be available again.

The Huangquan Hall Master immediately gritted his teeth, his voice was extremely cold, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and he crushed his steel teeth and said, "Lin Yizhi, you are looking for death!"

Lin Yizhi sneered: "You are a ruthless and unrighteous person who regards life like a mustard, how can the Chixiao Immortal Sword give it to you, a fool's dream! Today, even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"

The Huangquan Hall Master was furious and shouted, "Okay, then I will fulfill you!"

After that, he looked up to the sky and smiled.

It's just that the laughter is empty and ephemeral, as if it comes from the ground, with an incomparably cold and dead air.

After a while, the originally silent Fengling Village was completely filled with terrifying laughter in the dark night.

With this terrifying laughter, there was a sudden empty trance in the eyes of the Huangquan Hall Master, as if he had been robbed of his soul in an instant.

The miserable laughter was even more poignant and cold, like an unjust soul underground, wrapped in boundless resentment and anger.

A faint sound seemed to sound in the depths of Lin Yizhi's soul again, and the sound of "hum-hum-hum" became clearer and clearer, like a wave, wave after wave knocking on Lin Yizhi's soul.

The fog that was originally permeated by the entire Fengling Village was surging and rushing in an instant, and in the thick fog, there seemed to be countless ghosts and ghosts, constantly flashing, roaring and crying.

The huge cold aura quietly enveloped the entire Fengling Village, not only Lin Yizhi, but also Nangong Yijin also felt the thrilling of this cold breath, as if it came from the dark underground, the depths of the Yellow Spring.

The cold wind was howling, and countless ghosts were roaring and screaming in the sky above Fengling Village, which was the lament of the undead, and even more the resentment of death.

And the Huangquan Hall Master was shrouded in a dark purple mist, and the laughter was even louder, constantly bombarding the minds of Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin.

In an instant, the miserable laughter and the endless ghost cries were mixed together, and in an instant, the sky was overwhelming.

Nangong Yijin couldn't hold on for a moment, his expression was suddenly sluggish, his face was like wax paper, he covered his ears desperately, and shouted: "What the hell is this, it's hard to hear, if it goes on like this, Dao Ye and my bones will be shattered!"

Lin Yizhi's situation was not much better, his soul was already shocked by this wave of miserable laughter, and his eyes became more and more scattered.

Suddenly, the miserable laughter in the sky disappeared in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, there was a dead silence.

Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin sighed at this time, looking happy for the rest of their lives.

However, before the color of happiness dissipated, Lin Yizhi felt that although the sound of laughter had disappeared, the cold aura seemed to be even thicker than the original.

The boundless cold breath is constantly rising from the ground, as if it is about to freeze everything.

In addition to these, the dead silence is also very strange. Because it was so quiet, the cold wind disappeared, the thick fog disappeared, and everything between heaven and earth seemed to disappear.

Lin Yizhi suddenly realized that even the purple-clothed Huangquan Hall Master had disappeared into the night.

The darkness is churning, like a tidal wave, and it never stops.

Lin Yizhi held the Chixiao Immortal Sword tightly, he knew that all this might just be a moment of calm, that Huangquan Hall Master didn't leave at all, maybe he just hid in the shadows, looking at himself coldly.

Like a poisonous snake, he can strike a fatal blow to himself at any time.

Suddenly, in this darkness, a faint purple light silently rose from nowhere. Although the purple light is faint, the purple light is faint and soul-stirring.

"What kind of ...... is that" Lin Yizhi suddenly looked back at Nangong Yijin, but he saw Nangong Yijin with a shocked face. It was as if he saw something that made him unbelievable.

Lin Yizhi hurriedly turned his head, and finally understood why Nangong Yijin was so shocked.

It's just that when I look back, there is only a faint purple mang, and it suddenly rises to the sky, and in an instant the whole world is filled with this faint purple mang, the purple mang, constantly flickering and rolling, dyeing the sky into a faint purple.

"Boom-"

With a loud bang, countless purple lights rushed into the air at the same time, and then suddenly exploded, and the sky and earth were dominated by a thick and diffuse rolling purple mist, and in Lin Yizhi's eyes, the entire Fengling Village was covered with this layer of dark and cold purple.

Lin Yizhi was shocked, at this moment, directly in front of Lin Yizhi, when the purple mist was surging, there seemed to be a figure fluttering, the figure was like a charm, strange and impermanent, and there seemed to be more than one. Suddenly, there was a creepy laugh in the purple mist in the sky at the same time: "Boom, boom—"

Lin Yizhi's heart suddenly tightened, and the Chixiao Immortal Sword in his hand suddenly emitted a flame-like light, this fiery red light was like the unyielding spirit in this cold purple mist, proudly fighting against the gloomy cold purple mist in the sky.

Nangong Yijin had already put his hand into his arms and clenched the yellow paper in his arms.

Although Lin Yi's heart was shocked, he still didn't retreat, staring coldly at the purple mist in front of him, and the ghost-like thing fluttering in the mist.

In the purple mist, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps: "Click-"

The footsteps were heavy and cold, as if wrapped in the breath of death like the netherworld, and every step was like the death knell of the netherworld.

The purple mist suddenly split to both sides, and in front of Lin and Nangong Yijin, they clearly saw that six purple-clothed Huangquan Hall Masters were identical, with an incomparably cold and rotten aura, slowly stepping out of the purple mist. With every step, the purple mist is steaming, cold and gloomy.

Six identical purple-clothed people, six identical expressions, all with sneers like underground, approaching Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin step by step, the faint purple light, the faces of Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin reflected were also bloodless.

The cold wind rose suddenly, the purple mist rolled, and the six purple-clothed people stepped out, and the purple coat kept rolling and drifting in the cold wind and mist, like the banner of the soul of the Netherworld and Hell, evil and weird.

Suddenly, six purple figures with a cold aura, with a dead and rotting aura deep underground, their eyes flashed with a deadly glow, and their voices sighed in a vague and empty voice: "Look at my eyes...... You will see the weak water of the Yellow Spring......"

"This ...... It's just that this is a lot of strength?" Nangong Yijin used all his strength to say such a sentence.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw that Lin Yizhi's eyes suddenly became distracted, and the emptiness in his eyes was the same as that of the purple-clothed Huangquan Hall Master, in addition to the emptiness, his eyes became more and more confused.

He even suddenly took a slow step towards the purple-clothed Huangquan Hall Master, walking slowly and silently.

It's just that the feet are stiff and don't seem to have any life.

"Don't look at his eyes!" Nangong Yijin saw this, his heart was shocked, and he roared loudly

However, Lin Yizhi didn't seem to hear it, and he still walked blankly towards the six Huangquan Hall Masters who were exactly the same ghostly and filled with purple mist, and his steps were a little faster.

The eyes of the hall master of the Yellow Spring suddenly flashed a trace of ruthlessness and eagerness, and his voice became more and more tempting and fanatical: "Very good, come on, the weak water of the Yellow Spring is the end of all suffering, if you see it, you will forget all your troubles!"

Nangong Yijin's heart was agitated, and suddenly a loud roar rushed straight from behind Lin Yizhi, and he came to Lin Yizhi's side desperately, opening his old hand, wanting to cover Lin Yizhi's eyes.

Within a few moments, Nangong Yijin opened his hand vigorously and covered it in front of Lin Yizhi's eyes!

Only in this way can Lin Yizhi's lost mind be forcibly interrupted and his divine consciousness awakened.

However, Nangong Yijin put his hand in front of Lin Yizhi's eyes for less than half a breath, and then heard a cold Shengying behind him, who seemed to be angry and mocking: "Old immortal, you have done good things to me several times, but now you don't even measure yourself, use your mantis arm as a car, and look for death!"

Thunder and wind, Nangong Yijin suddenly felt the cold wind on his back, and wanted to turn around to dodge, but it was too late.

"Bang-" There was a loud muffled sound, Nangong Yijin's qi and blood surged, and his whole body was violently pressed by the mountain, "Wow-" A mouthful of blood spurted out of his body, staining the white whiskers like snow under his chin.

His eyes were scattered and his breath was weak.

Rao is like this, Nangong Yijin still bit his blood-stained teeth, and used his last strength to cover Lin Yizhi's eyes.

In an instant, Lin Yizhi suddenly sobered up.

I was shocked in my heart, what's wrong with me, why is I completely unconscious?

But by the time he saw the situation in front of him, he had already broken his heart.

In front of him, there was the angry Nangong Yijin, seeing him wake up, he suddenly opened his mouth surging with blood, his lips moved, and he used up his last bit of strength, and suddenly his voice was almost faintly inaudible: "You...... Finally woke up...... Road...... I'm still somewhat useful......"

The six purple-clothed men behind him raised their eyebrows, and shouted loudly in anger: "Bastard!

As soon as the purple shadow moved, six palm winds came to the sky.

"Boom-" Everywhere the palm wind passed, Nangong Yijin's body was stirred into the air, like a remnant leaf, and fell to the ground leisurely.

"Puff ......"

The voice rang in his ears, and it also sounded in Lin Yizhi's heart.

Nangong Yijin lost a trace of breath and curled up on the ground, his flesh and blood blurred.

"No!—"

Lin Yi's eyes want to spurt blood, this old Taoist, this old friend who has lived and died with him for the past few days, this old liar with a flamboyant tongue and a bit of cuteness.

Died like that?

How can you die like this!

The heart is like cold water, and the crazy pain instantly transforms into an endless desire to kill and revenge.

Lin Yi was stunned word by word, and cried blood word by word: "Jiuxiao Emperor Jue Palace, Lin Yizhi will never die with you in this life!"

"Roar!-" No more hesitation, no more hiding!

Lin Yizhi roared wildly, and instantly did not suppress the tide of grief and indignation. At this moment, he was like a wounded beast, and the red sky in his hand was blazing into the sky, and he was trembling.

A familiar cold feeling overflowed the deepest part of Lin Yizhi's soul, and the next moment, Lin Yizhi's eyes had turned blue, and boundless killing intent and bloodlust surged out of his consciousness.

He stood like that, looking at the entire dark heaven and earth, and the coldness and killing intent on his body made the Huangquan Hall Master feel extremely strange!

The faces of the six identical Huangquan Hall masters changed a few times, and at the same time, they said slowly: "This, impossible, how can this killing intent and coldness be ......" is that he can no longer speak.

Lin Yizhi's eyes were blue, and he coldly looked at the Huangquan Hall Master who was full of ghostly energy, and roared in a low voice: "Today, I want you to pay for your blood debt!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The anger around the six Huangquan Hall Masters, who were originally cold, was simply negligible compared to the current Lin Yizhi.

Even the six evil faces that seemed to have no expression also showed a look of fear and horror.

"What is good and evil! What life and death! You kill Lao Dao, I will smash the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, and I will let you bury him, but what!"

Lin Yizhi's cold voice was full of arrogance that had never been seen before.

"Roar-" With a roar, the six ghostly purple figures moved at the same time, and six bloodthirsty purple broadswords thundered down in an instant with the coldness that soared into the sky.

"Death-" Lin Yizhi said coldly, as if announcing the final end of these six figures.

He didn't dodge.

In the cold wind, the figure that stood proudly in the sky and the earth, with the pride and cruelty of killing and bloodthirstiness, looked up at the six purple swords.

Such as grass mustard.

The sword roared, and it came in an instant.

The next moment, Lin Yizhi moved, slowly, and gently swung a sword towards that huge grimace.

However, this understatement, slow and weak sword, in the eyes of the six purple-clothed people, seemed to be wrapped in boundless power and bloody killing, from the sky of the ninth night, the peak of the sky, booming.

"Ahh

It's just that those six figures were shattered in an instant, and then, vanished.

In the end, one end of the beating Chixiao Immortal Sword was Lin Yizhi's clenched hand, while the other end was fiercely submerged into the main body of the Huangquan Hall.

The hall master of Huangquan trembled all over, and the pain was unbearable, and blood kept falling down the corners of his mouth.

The voice was weak, with a dog-like wagging tail and begging: "Rao...... Spare me!"

"It's late......" Lin Yizhi said coldly.

Without a trace of hesitation and pity, with a slow force in his hand, a heart-piercing cramp made the Huangquan Hall Master roar miserably.

However, it only lasted for less than three breaths, and the Yellow Spring Hall Master had no sign of life.

With a slight flick, the corpse was thrown out more than three feet away.

Slowly withdrew the sword, and at the edge of the sword, a dark purple Dan.

Lin Yizhi knew that it was the natal golden pill of the master of Huangquan Hall.

Without hesitation, hold it in the palm of your hand and exert a little force.

"Bang-" turned into powder and fluttered in the wind.

"From now on...... There is no more Huangquantang ......"

Lin Yizhi slowly raised his head, and the eastern sky, I don't know when it was already the color of fish maw......