Tang Feng had an injury in his body, which was left in the fight with Han Shi, but after Tang Yu punched a piece of Yuan Force in his body, the injury suddenly improved by half, and at this moment, his cultivation had already recovered to ninety percent of his peak.

"Han Shi, this person, exterminated humanity, lost all conscience, killed countless people of my Tang clan, today, the old man will use this person's head to pay tribute to the deceased, this person's teacher, help the abuse, and kill him together!"

As Tang Feng walked, the killing machine rolled like a big wave, but there was a cruel smile hidden in his eyes.

"The old man is not very self-conscious, this matter is only because of Han Shi alone, and it has nothing to do with Xuanyangmen, but anyone who is willing to break off with Han Shien, the old man will save his life. ”

"However, no matter who has the intention of protecting Han Shi, he will be guilty of the same crime as Han Shi, and the old man will destroy his body, shatter his soul, and let him die without a place to be buried. ”

Tang Feng stopped, stood with his hands in his hands, his hair was windless, his eyes were gloomy, and he swept towards everyone.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Tang Yu's mouth, Tang Feng's nephew, he saw it since he was a child, Tang Feng's temperament, he knew it very well, this statement was half-true and half-false, it seemed to leave a way to live, but in fact it was a game of cat and mouse.

Those who really want to break off with Han Shi will not only not be able to save their lives, but also suffer remorse and humiliation before they die, of course, those who dare to stand on Han Shi's side in public, Tang Feng will naturally act without hesitation.

Watching a mouse hold on to a hope of survival, only to die in agony is a cat's game.

Today, up and down the Xuanyang Gate, except for a very few people, all of them are going to die.

Although Tang Yuntian and Tang Yunfeng were seriously injured, they had already woken up under Tang Yu's personal action, and at this moment, a cruel smile loomed in their eyes at the same time, like the eyes of a poisonous snake, both of them hated Han Shi to the core, and they didn't see this person die with their own eyes, so it was really difficult for them to feel at ease.

Among them, Tang Yunfeng's gaze fell on a white shadow not far away.

Deathly silence, deathly silence, deathly pressure.

Shaoqing, from among the disciples of Feitian Peak, one person walked out.

At the same time, among the disciples of Xuanyang Sect, one person also walked out.

The two slowly walked in front of Han Shi, glanced at each other, and nodded slightly, in this short moment, both of them saw the resolute meaning in each other's eyes.

The grievances of the past, at this moment, were all put down by the two, and the eyes of the two fell on Zhou Yi and Han Shi, who fell into a coma.

After a long time, Li Chen raised his head and said slowly: "Farewell today, if you are not dead, please bury this knife on Feitian Peak, and in the next life, I will try the knife with you again." ”

Han Yu smiled indifferently, "Dare to disobey!"

Li Chen took a long breath and looked up at the sky, this would be the last time he looked at the blue sky and white clouds.

The death of Shizun and Qi Yunbai has completed the kindness between the master and the disciple, which also gave him a deeper understanding of the question of what is the knife in his heart.

Only when the blade in the hand is pointing in the same direction as righteousness, the knife is a knife!

Where righteousness is, where the sword is, and where the Tao is!

The sword, the way!

Li Chen realized at this moment, his heart was transparent, and an artistic conception called the knife loomed from nothingness, making him have an indescribable taste all over his body, looking at it from a distance, he suddenly looked like a war immortal.

It's just that in such a short period of time, Li Chen's cultivation can't be improved too much.

"Xuanyangmen Li Chen, with this knife inscription, should be with Xuanyangmen...... Live and die together!"

Li Chen looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and rushed straight at Tang Feng, his figure turned into a sword shadow of nearly a hundred zhang out of thin air, and slashed towards Tang Feng.

Tang Feng's face was extremely gloomy, this sword intent seemed majestic, but it was far less than Han Shi's threat to him, but Li Chen's move made him extremely unhappy in his heart in addition to miscalculation.

He didn't want the people of Xuanyangmen to die in a bang, and if he wanted to die, he had to die in extreme humiliation.

Tang Feng waved his sleeves, and suddenly a large amount of mist appeared around the hundred-zhang sword shadow, enveloping the sword shadow, and at the same time, the slashing momentum of the sword shadow also continued to slow down.

Tang Feng's eyes were indifferent, and under the division of his hands, the mist suddenly parted in all directions, and the four extremely strong tearing forces caused the sword shadow to collapse violently, turning into a rain of blood, drenching the ground.

Only a scarred ghost head knife remained, falling from the sky and sticking diagonally into the ground, the bloodstained hilt of the knife, swaying slightly, seemed to have Li Chen's residual warmth.

Li Chen, with the sword inscription, with the name of the Tao, will never fall into the name of Xuanyang Gate.

The sadness in Han Yu's eyes was strong, he raised the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, for more than a hundred years, there were many grievances and entanglements between him and Li Chen, but there had never been a real life and death grudge, and each other had their own victories and defeats, although Han Yu won more, but there was never a time to take it lightly, now in retrospect, the grievances between the two are a kind of spur for the two of them, you chase me, so that the cultivation of the two has always remained in the forefront of the disciples of Xuanyang Gate.

Now, this entanglement has come to an end.

The blade of the sword in Han Yu's hand roared slightly, and an extremely cold cold permeated the sword body, replacing the sharpness of the sword blade, turning into a cold light, and with a slight wave, a white light broke through the air, which was a sign that the void was frozen.

In Han Yu's heart, a flame of burning sky ignited, as if it was about to burn through his heart, but at the same time, around his body, there was already a cold that froze everything.

The hotter the heart, the colder the body.

"Xuanyangmen Han Yu, with this sword inscription, should be with Xuanyangmen...... Live and die together!"

Before Han Yu's words fell, the whole person suddenly turned into a thin phantom, like ice crystals, and instantly came to Tang Feng and slashed towards him.

Before he could get there, there was an extreme cold, enveloping Tang Feng all around, causing white frost between his eyebrows.

Tang Feng snorted coldly, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, the monstrous killing machine rose into the sky, up and down the Xuanyang Gate, except for Han Shi, only Luo Honghui could make him a little jealous, and the rest of the people, in his eyes, were no different from ants.

Tang Yu is in retreat all the year round, and he doesn't ask about the world, and the royal family is the same as he Tang Feng, and he is extremely majestic.

In ordinary times, no one dared to say anything against him, let alone make a move against him.

If Han Shi is also down, after all, this person has a strange cultivation, almost against the sky, but Tang Feng never imagined that in his opinion, these lowly cultivators of Xuanyangmen, who would be played with by him, would actually fight for their lives and show their fangs to him.

This made Tang Feng's anger almost crazy.

In an instant, a cloud of artistic conception, with a crazy killing intention, enveloped all directions, Han Yu only felt that his body was tight, and the mist in all directions seemed to turn into iron cables in an instant, locking him tightly, and between the continuous twisting, countless huge forces came, causing him to spew blood mist in severe pain all over his body, and he almost collapsed.

Come to think of it, Li Chen also died like this.

There is no sadness in Han Yu's eyes, only a trace of affection, he has no father and mother since he was a child, he was adopted by Granny Wang in the west of the village, he has respected Granny Wang since he was a child, and he has the idea of dripping water to report the spring, but before he grows up and has the power to repay his kindness, one night, Granny Wang died in her sleep.

Han Yu could see that her mother-in-law walked very peacefully, perhaps, in her sleep, her mother-in-law met the person who made her wait for her whole life, perhaps, that reluctance made her reluctant to wake up again.

The death of her mother-in-law left Han Yu with only silence, and this silence turned into a cold that rejected people thousands of miles away.

It colds others, and it colds oneself even more.

It wasn't until later that he met Han Yuanshan, met Han Shi, and met Xuanyangzi.

Uncle Yuanshan passed on all his hunting skills to Han Yu, giving him the ability to survive.

And the existence of Han Shi has given Han Yu a goal to forge ahead, and it has never changed in the past hundred years.

However, the most important person is still his master Xuanyangzi, since Han Yu entered Xuanyangmen, on this long journey of cultivation, he has strengthened his Dao heart and set up a will, only Xuanyangzi.

In the severe pain, Han Yu's consciousness gradually blurred, and the breath of death was approaching in an instant.

Suddenly, an old hand pressed on Han Yu's shoulder, causing him to slide into the abyss's consciousness, and he once again had a moment of soberness.

"Han Yu, you must live!"

Xuanyangzi's figure appeared in front of Han Yu, and his intrusion made a trace of a flaw in the cloud and mist containing crazy murderous intent, and a soft force pushed Han Yu, piercing out of the only remaining gap, leaving Tang Feng's control.

Han Yu's mind was shocked, and his figure quickly flew back thousands of feet, and the position where he fell to the ground, intentionally or unintentionally, was very close to the people of the Thunder Sect.

"Brother Wutian, please, ......" A spiritual thought sounded directly in Win Wutian's heart.

Xuanyangzi didn't look back, his figure turned into a huge ice ridge ten times larger than Han Yu's ice crystal, and went straight to Tang Feng, and at the same time, a destructive aura similar to that of Great Elder Yang Fei instantly diffused from his dantian.

"Boom ......"

The incomparably violent fluctuations of the Yuan Force formed a storm with a radius of thousands of feet, and countless tiny ice edges shuttled through it, colliding at an extremely fast speed, giving birth to a sharp roar, and the place where this sound passed, the void was shattered.

Tang Feng's figure, outside the thousand-zhang ice edge storm, appeared in less than the land of Zhangxu, his face was cold, and the monstrous anger had been completely pressed in his heart, and when this anger reached the extreme, it was the time when he slaughtered the Xuanyang Gate.

With Yang Fei's previous experience, Xuanyangzi's self-explosion of Yuanying did not exceed Tang Feng's expectations, and because of this, he was not hurt at all, but this incident made his anger deeper.

Tang Yu, who was not far away, popped out a finger as usual, and in an instant, the thousand-zhang ice edge storm turned into nothing, leaving only fine ice crystals scattered from mid-air, revealing colorful brilliance in the sun, but it disappeared completely in a blink of an eye.