The carriage traveled through the streets of Changling, and the lines on Ding Ning's painting wall played a role, and the carriage quickly passed through the downtown and headed for a farmhouse on the bank of a tributary of the Wei River.

As the carriage driver passed through the alley, he was pushed down by a gentle force under a sunlit wall, looking like idlers sitting idly under the wall and snoozing.

Looking at the unhurried speed of the carriage, the sneer on the face of the man who had been following the vendor became stronger and stronger, and his eyes began to be filled with a domineering, unspeakably fierce and unspeakable momentum.

This kind of unspeakable momentum that does not seem to take one country and one dynasty in his eyes can only be possessed by a few great rebels when looking at the world.

This man who looked like a trader was naturally Fan Zhuo, one of the true disciples of Yunshui Palace, and the left arm and right arm of Bai Shanshui.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo had naturally seen the deliberate intention of this carriage, but in his eyes, the people in this carriage were just killing themselves.

There is a limit to the number of people Changling can kill him, but such people will not be stored in two floors.

Even the cultivators invited from two floors outside would never have thought that he was from Yunshui Palace.

It's just that these are just his personal thoughts.

The eldest grandson Qianxue's usual thoughts are extremely simple, but it doesn't mean that she is stupid.

When the carriage drove into a shantytown that should have been left by the duck keepers by the river and was uninhabited at the moment, she was sure that this place would not be observed by the nearest corner tower, and she carefully thought about the route in Ding Ning's painted wall in her mind, and thought of the route to leave after the shot, and then the carriage slowly stopped and stopped between a simple shed.

Fan Zhuo followed the carriage marks into the makeshift village.

Looking at the blue-yellow or white duck droppings exposed under the ice that had been crushed by the wheels of the carriage, his brows furrowed, and he said mockingly: "The location is well chosen, but the environment is too bad." ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue in the carriage also frowned deeply.

She has always had a relatively strict cleanliness habit, although this is the safest place she has chosen, but she is still extremely uncomfortable when she hears Fan Zhuo's words.

She decided to get out of this place faster.

"Why do you want to kill Wang Taixu, is it because of Liang Lian?" she asked unusually directly.

"Are you from the Terracotta Division?" Fan Zhuo was stunned, he didn't expect that it was a woman in the carriage, nor did he expect the other party to say such words directly, but thinking that the Terracotta Division did not have such a strong female cultivator, he didn't have much vigilance in his heart.

The eldest grandson Qianxue shook her head and said unhappily: "I asked you questions, not you asked me questions." ”

She herself was born in the first old gate, and her temperament was extremely cold, and at this time she was unhappy in her heart, and her voice naturally carried a chill, high persecution and power.

Fan Zhuo suddenly sneered, and his unruly momentum exploded, and his body seemed to suddenly become taller.

"Are you Ye Ce Leng, dare to speak in such a tone as me!" He looked at the carriage with disdain, and said, "I'm afraid that if you really know my identity, you will immediately get off the car and kneel in front of me, begging me not to kill you." ”

"Yunshui Palace is just a declining sect, and you can still occupy the mountain as the king in the mountains and forests outside, and you must know how to pick up your tail and be a man in Changling. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue is a Qin person and a former nobleman, and she herself looks down on the cultivators of foreign dynasties, especially the cultivators who have been destroyed, she also sneered, and said impatiently: "Since the night is cold and makes you jealous, then you should answer my question well, otherwise I will kill you directly." ”

Fan Zhuo suddenly restrained the sneer on his face.

A sinister feeling began to permeate him.

Now that he already knew the identity of his Yunshui Palace, he dared to deliberately lead him here, and he could hear the meaning of the other party's words, but he didn't even pay attention to it at all.

Looking at the entire Changling, among all the female cultivators, who can be stronger than Ye Celeng?

Thinking of the noble and invincible aura that this woman has been exuding since she spoke out, Fan Zhuo suddenly thought of a possibility, and his pupils shrank in disbelief: "Could it be that you are Zheng Sleeve?"

Zheng Sleeve is the most honorable hostess of the Great Qin Dynasty, the Empress of Great Qin, and she is also the strongest cultivator of the Zheng Clan.

However, hearing his exclamation, the eldest grandson Qianxue in the carriage changed his face and scolded coldly: "Who is this cheap woman!"

Fan Zhuo instantly felt ridiculous.

Mean woman?

The other party actually called Queen Zheng Sleeve a cheap woman?

And it seems to be so justifiably breathing.

While feeling extremely ridiculous and incomprehensible, a stronger sense of crisis made a layer of fine beads of sweat begin to ooze from his back.

"Who the hell are you?"

He took a deep breath, his face became extremely solemn, and he stared at the carriage tightly, with a ruthless anger between his eyebrows: "When have you ever heard that someone from my Yunshui Palace will say what the other party wants to know under the pressure of the enemy?"

The eldest grandson in the carriage, Qianxue's brows furrowed even deeper, and she began to feel that she was really as Ding Ning said, and she was not good at doing things other than cultivation at all.

But she's always kept things simple.

"I didn't want to kill you, but I just happened to meet you, and I didn't want you to kill the two-story man. In that case, I will kill you. So she said.

"It's not a small tone. ”

Fan Zhuo sneered.

His voice was thunderous.

There was also thunder outside him.

A sword like a stream of water appeared in his hand.

At the same time, a white cloud suddenly fell in the sky above.

In mid-air, this white cloud has completely turned into a crystal and majestic stream, like a real dragon.

The sword in Fan Zhuo's hand turned into a stream of water and slashed towards the carriage.

The dragon-like crystal water in the sky also fell from the air towards the carriage cover.

At the same time, his figure was moved by the momentum of the sword, and flew towards the frozen river on one side.

His body was also covered in thick moisture.

In the air, it was like there were three streams of water dancing at the same time.

Fan Zhuo's face was full of anger, but his eyes were cold and quiet.

Although his cultivation is the top grade of the Six Realms, and he is still one step away from the real Seven Realms, the cultivation techniques and methods of fighting the enemy in Yunshui Palace are not comparable to ordinary cultivation sects, and the closer to the water, the stronger the cultivators of Yunshui Palace will be.

Although the river was frozen at the moment, he had his own way of turning it into a thousand waters.

Even if the other party was a cultivator who really surpassed Ye Celeng, he was confident that he could escape through this river.

......

Before the water arrived, the powerful force had torn the entire carriage apart in an instant, pushing the two tall horses pulling the cart away.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, was in the midst of countless fragments of the carriage, and it seemed that many wounds were about to be cut by countless fragments in an instant.

However, in the eyes of a cultivator of her level, the picture at this time was almost at a standstill.

A dark blue sword appeared in her hand.

The color of this long sword deepened dramatically, turning blue-black, which formed a strong contrast with her fair complexion, which was too deep and blue-black, so she held this sword as if she was holding a netherworld.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo, who was flying towards the frozen river, saw her face clearly and saw the sword in her hand.

"Nine Nether King Sword, you are Gongsun..."

He finally reacted completely and let out a shocked voice.

At this time, the eldest grandson Qianxue had already drawn his sword.

All the debris of the carriage that flew outside of her came to a sudden halt in the air, turning into countless crystals wrapped in azure ice, and then cracking in the next instant, turning into countless dust explosions.

The majestic stream of water that fell from the sky quickly froze as it approached her a few feet away, rapidly turning into azure crystals from beginning to end, stagnating in the air, and then crashing to the ground.

Fan Zhuo's natal sword that flew towards it shook violently, but it couldn't stop the spread of the azure ice crystals above. A few feet in front of her, she was completely frozen, and was shocked out by the force outside the body of the eldest grandson, Qianxue.

The true yuan in Fan Zhuo's body rushed out like a great river and bombarded him.

By this time he had reached the frozen surface of the river.

His true essence was like countless waterfalls crashing on the ice, causing a strange rhythm.

The entire frozen river thawed in an instant.

The icy cold air was forced out of the water flow, forming countless strands of light, flying extremely high into the air, scattering like fireworks.

Boom Boom!

A series of terrifying explosions rang out around him.

Countless huge columns of water burst up around his body, instantly centering on him, forming several circles of water walls.

The river under him did not dry up, as if the water in the distance was attracted for a moment, but formed a huge water whirlpool under him, and his body was about to fall into it and escape by the water.

Titicaca ...

However, at this moment, Fan Zhuo's breathing stopped, and the sound of death seemed to be heard in his ears.

The countless huge columns of water that rushed up changed color, and all of them turned into azure blue icicles.

A bit of blue-black sword light penetrated through the center of one of the icicles and stabbed in front of him.

Fan Zhuo's face was so pale that there was no blood, he let out a loud roar, his right hand pointed at the sword, and the terrifying sword intent stabbed out from between his fingers, wanting to buy a little time.

However, his right hand instantly lost sensation and snapped.

Smack.

His entire body popped backwards, embedded in the icicles behind him.

"What a strong Nine Nether King Sword... I can't imagine that you already have such a terrifying cultivation. ”

"It's just that you can't get anything from my mouth, Bai Shanshui will avenge me. ”

Fan Zhuo's true yuan could no longer flow, but his face was full of sinister smiles.

When such a sound sounded, there seemed to be a unique stream of water in his body rushing from his abdomen to the top of his head.

"Poof!"

A white water practice rushed out of his mouth, and this Yunshui Palace Great Rebellion was cut off from his breath and had no more life.