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Lin Yizhi's Imperial Sword ran wildly, he completely released his Exorcism Ninefold Cultivation, and the speed of the immortal sword was far faster than the speed of each of his previous Imperial Sword.

The Light Trace Immortal Sword had reached the extreme, and the whole body was dazzling, as if it was about to burn with the constant friction with the air.

Lin Yizhi knew that this time the matter was probably far from over. During his years in the Liwu Mountain, the Demon Sect raided twice, once taking advantage of the difficulties of the Liwu Sect to control the sect's tragedy, leaving the worries, and turning the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion upside down, and the other time was to suddenly kill Ouyang Yue in the rainy night, causing Ouyang Yue to be exposed to the wilderness.

Two surprise attacks, thunderous means, and the matter is gone, and until now there is still no clue about the Sorrow Sect.

So what about this time? What will be waiting for? Lin Yizhi looked up at the deep dark sky.

The black fog rolled and I couldn't see the road ahead.

Lin Yizhi's heart sank suddenly, faintly worried about the safety of Duanmu Ningque.

The woman in black was able to dodge Duanmu Ningque's silent blow from the waves, and it seemed that her cultivation must not be low. Can Duanmu handle it?

He suddenly regretted a little, how could he be so obedient, Duanmu Ningque let him go, he just left! But he couldn't turn around and go back, so he had to secretly think, it seemed that he had to hurry up and have a round with Hu Feng, and think about what to do next.

The enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light. Duanmu's method is still relatively safe. Thinking of this, Lin Yizhi took a deep breath, but when he saw that the light trace immortal sword's dark light skyrocketed again, he actually increased his travel speed by three percent.

In the vast darkness of the night, Lin Yizhi traveled for about a quarter of an hour, and finally the imperial sword crossed the halfway point of the sword peak.

The top of the sword peak is in sight.

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi felt a slight coldness on his face, as if something like water was dripping on his face, and after a while, it dripped on his face again one after another.

Lin Yizhi suddenly looked up, only to see that the top of the sword peak that towered into the sky was wrapped in a thick cloud, and the cloud was rolling continuously, it seemed that it was raining.

This cloud indicates that a rainstorm is coming.

Lin Yi's heart was on fire, and it seemed that he must enter the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion before this heavy rain came.

The light marks whistled, and the young man in black went up against the wind.

............

Inside the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

As soon as Hu Feng was allowed to enter by the Immortal Yin Prohibition, he used the Juyuan Order to come to the center of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion early.

He is the only chief disciple among the three of them, so he thinks that he must bear the brunt of the great responsibility of guarding the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion and guarding the forbidden Immortal Concealment. Therefore, in the past three years, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, he has been the first to arrive almost every time.

In the past three years, he seems to be a lot more restrained than three years ago, and his original flamboyant and domineering personality has changed a lot, especially that stinky mouth, but now he is really good at talking.

Due to three years of contact, he has a little direct understanding of Lin Yizhi, and out of sincere opinion, although that kid is stupid, he is still extremely sincere.

No one wants to deal with treacherous people, and he Hu Feng is no exception. Therefore, in the past three years, he and Lin Yizhi have gotten along quite smoothly.

The most intuitive change is that he seems to be quite enthusiastic about Lin Yizhi holding a cloth to scrub the golden tripod in the center, which he originally thought was extremely unnecessary.

It was early today, and there was no second person in the Xianyin Sword Pavilion except for him, so he picked up the cloth and wiped the golden tripod back and forth a few times, and then replaced it with three pillars of new sandalwood, and sincerely bowed three times.

After doing this, he still leaned in front of the pillar, resting and closing his eyes, and adjusting his true qi. In the past three years, not only him, but also Lin Yizhi and Duanmu Ningque have not changed the slightest position every time they sit. But it's also a great wonder.

He breathed for a while, and when he saw that Lin Yizhi and Duanmu Ningque had not yet arrived, he stood up and moved a few times.

Maybe it was boring, he picked up a book that was thrown by Lin Yizhi on the ground, and looked at the book cover written "Jiuyi Lu", he generally knew that this book should introduce the nine barbarian tribes in this world, and he was still a little interested in it, so he opened it casually and read it.

This time, it was nearly half an hour. Hu Feng may have been tired of watching, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and stood up. But I found that it was so strange today, the more similar Lin Yizhi and Duanmu Ningque were, the more they didn't come.

He smiled to himself and said to himself: "These two people, they haven't come so late, my brother is really weird and boring!"

After saying this, he stretched and simply lay down by the pillar, which he meant to sleep for a while before they arrived.

Gratgy, swollen head. Hu Feng slowly fell asleep.

But it's a big dream.

In the dream, he dreamed that he had cultivated to enter the Infinite Dao of Leaving Worries, and then, in the eyes of thousands of people, he slowly walked up to the Great Hall of Leaving Worries, and personally took over the Void Tribulation Immortal Sword that symbolized the authority of the Separation Sect from the hands of the Sect of Sorrow. As a head of the church, he receives the worship of 10,000 people.

What Chu Xiao, what Duanmu Ningque, all of them have to surrender to themselves!

Just when this sweet dream was about to reach its climax.

"Boom" and "Squeak" sounded, one loud and the other low.

Hu Feng suddenly woke up. Rub your eyes and look.

"Boom-" There was another loud bang. Only then did Hu Feng realize that there was lightning and thunder outside, and the wind was loud.

The "squeak" sound was the sound of the wind blowing open the pavilion window of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Hu Feng came to the window and stretched out his hand to close the window.

The wind was really strong. His movements of closing the windows were a little difficult.

After closing the window, Hu Feng walked out of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion and came to the open space in front of the top of the Sword Peak.

The wind roared, blowing the snow all over the ground into the air, covering Hu Feng's sight. The wind was like a huge mouth, blowing all the hems of Hu Feng's clothes, covering his face.

Hu Feng hurriedly pulled the hem apart and looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, there has already been a storm.

Hu Feng felt that the tumbling black cloud was pressed very low, as if it was hovering above his head. And the black cloud seemed to be too thick, and there was a faint purple gas in the black.

Hu Feng was a little stunned when he looked at the black purple clouds, and suddenly, a bright flash shot out from the black and purple clouds, cutting through the dark night like a huge curtain.

Narishan seemed to slash at the top of Hu Feng's head impartially. This can't blame Hu Feng for being unlucky. Because this sword peak was already eager to catch the sky, it was not very strange that Na Lishan looked like it was slashing at him.

bluffed Hu Feng stumbled and flashed to the side, and then he dodged this sharp flash.

After the flash, the wind roared and the rain fell, and the downpour instantly occupied the entire world.

In three breaths, Hu Feng was suddenly beaten into a soup chicken by the rain.

Hu Feng secretly scolded what the hell this is, he thought that it would only snow here, but he didn't expect that it would rain so heavily tonight, and he would have to change into new clothes tomorrow.

There are a lot of new clothes, but I can only wear wet clothes overnight tonight. It's uncomfortable to think about.

Hu Feng lowered his head and muttered as he turned around and walked towards the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

One foot into the central hall, wring his clothes, still cursing.

Suddenly, I felt a figure flickering in front of me, and it seemed that there was a person standing not far away.

Hu Feng was startled, raised his head in shock, and saw that the person in front of him was none other than Lin Yizhi.

He found that Lin Yizhi today seemed to be different from before, but he couldn't tell what the difference was, he only felt that his face was serious and his expression was a little gloomy. In addition to that, he was dressed in white today.

Hu Feng was a little dissatisfied, but he still scolded with a smile: "You came, and you didn't say hello, like a wandering spirit, scared Hu Ye and me to death! Why did you wear a white dress today, was it soaked by the rain, and went back halfway to change it?"

However, Lin Yizhi was just standing on the high platform where the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword was located, staring at the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword on the high platform with burning eyes.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hu Feng still quipped: "Alas, don't look at it, watch it again, be careful that you go crazy again!"

Lin Yizhi suddenly turned around and frowned at him, and then waved quickly.

That expression seemed to have discovered something unusual about the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword, and it was quite urgent.

Hu Feng was also shocked in his heart, and said secretly, could it be that there is something wrong with the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword?

However, seeing that Lin Yizhi's expression didn't look like a fake, he didn't suspect anything else, and walked quickly to the side of the Gaotai Immortal Hidden Divine Sword, leaned over to Lin Yizhi's side, and followed Lin Yizhi's eyes towards the hilt of the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword.

However, after watching it for a long time, I didn't see why, and couldn't help but look up at Lin Yizhi suspiciously: "Boy, what's wrong?"

Lin Yizhi still didn't speak, and waved his hand to signal him to get closer to him.

Hu Feng leaned over half of his body, wanting to hear what Lin Yizhi had to say.

However, he suddenly realized that when his body was less than half an inch away from Lin Yizhi, Lin Yizhi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a gloomy and strong killing intent suddenly came out.

Hu Feng secretly said that it was not good, but it was already a step too late.

He only felt that a black ghost light flashed above Lin Yizhi's left hand, and the next moment, the black ghost light was all submerged into his lower abdomen.

Hu Feng suddenly felt that an incomparably cold feeling in his lower abdomen instantly permeated his whole body, ruthlessly devouring his soul!

He bowed his head in shock.

Only then did I know that the black glow in Lin Yizhi's left hand was an extremely sharp short dagger. The dagger was completely out of sight. I could only see the tip of the short dagger, which was Lin Yizhi's clenched left hand.

"You ......" Hu Feng couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't understand why Lin Yizhi suddenly killed himself!

If Lin Yizhi did this three years ago, maybe he still thought it was possible, but in the past three years, although he and he were not friends, it was impossible for him to hate him endlessly!

Lin Yizhi's face became more and more gloomy, and the cold killing intent in his eyes stared at Hu Feng in front of him. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the dagger that was completely submerged in Hu Feng's abdomen was pulled by his left hand, and he kept stirring back and forth a few times.

Hu Feng immediately felt a burst of pain in which his liver and intestines were broken. "Ahh

Blood burst out in an instant, staining the handle of the short dagger red, and also staining Lin Yizhi's nightmare-like left hand.

Tick-tock, along the gap in the hand, dripping to the ground, falling to pieces!

"Why...... Why...... Why ......" Hu Feng felt that the vitality in his body was rapidly draining, but he was not too afraid of the imminent death, he just couldn't figure it out, gasped, and let out a terrible roar over and over again.

There seemed to be a cold smile on the corner of Lin Yizhi's mouth, and he said slowly: "Why...... You shit, kill it, kill it!

The voice is like iron, cold and unforgiving.

Hu Feng suddenly trembled all over, as if he saw a scene that shocked and frightened him extremely much, his face was like ashes, and the fear in his heart made his breathing speed suddenly intensify.

His voice trembled, and he shook his head vigorously with the last of his strength, and said intermittently: "No...... No, wrong, all wrong! You...... You are not Lin Yizhi! Lin Yizhi's voice is not like this...... He wouldn't be so cold!"

Hearing this, Lin Yizhi, who was in white clothes, seemed to feel the happiest thing in the world, and suddenly raised his head and laughed, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and said word by word: "It's a pity, it's a pity...... You're only getting it now, but it's too late!"

Hu Feng's throat made a few snorting sounds, his body shook in pain, and he seemed to mobilize the last strength of his body, and pounced fiercely at the person in front of him who was exactly the same as Lin Yizhi.

The white-clothed Lin Yizhi's eyes were cold, he retreated and retreated, and then kicked at Hu Feng with lightning speed.

Hu Feng was like a deflated ball, his body curled up, and he was hit by this oncoming kick and smashed on top of the golden tripod.

The golden tripod, which had just been wiped extremely bright by him, was suddenly stained with his splashed blood.

He walked on the ground, seemingly cut off from all life.

The white-clothed Lin Yizhi didn't look at Hu Feng again, and stared at the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword that was close at hand.

Then, his gaze instantly became extremely hot.

Slowly took his own steps.

one-step

Two steps,

Three-step ......

Seeing that there are only three more steps, the ancient No. 1 Divine Sword Immortal is within reach!

Suddenly, a bloody hand grabbed his ankle desperately.

A faint voice that was almost inaudible, with incomparable determination and determination not to be afraid of death, said intermittently: "As the chief disciple...... Fight to the death...... Today, Hu Feng is dead, and he can't be as dusty as the Angxian Yin Divine Sword!"