The aura of life on Zhu Yi's body was currently slowly fading away.
Huang San's chubby face was still cheerful, a pair of small eyes emitting a savage light. He was currently leisurely torturing Zhu Yi when his expression suddenly changed slightly, looking behind him.
At the exit of a tunnel stood a youth wearing clothes as white as snow and a green bamboo hat.
The youth raised his head, revealing the face under the bamboo hat. His appearance could be considered decent, his skin extremely white and there were a few white spots on his face.
What attracted the most attention around this person was the long sword at his waist. The scabbard was engraved with a simple and heavy engraving of mountains and rivers.
Apart from Zhu Yi who was already gradually losing consciousness, the pupils of everyone present constricted when they saw the long sword: "Someone from the Mount Shu Sword Sect?"
Even though he was raising his head to look at Huang San who was in midair, his expression was completely condescending. He grinned, "Fatty, have you seen a young Taoist dressed in white robes, with a feather robe and a star crown, with a child by his side?"
The youth's tone was frivolous and rude. Even though Huang San still had a smile on his face, his gaze had already turned cold.
In front of the Marquis of Xuanji, Huang San is a servant, but other people definitely don't dare to look down on him as the Marquis of Xuanji's trusted aide.
Not to mention the House of the Marquis of Xuanji, even within the borders of the Great Zhou, the vast majority of people have to respectfully call him "Mister Huang San" when facing him.
A few foundation establishment stage cultivators revealed even more dissatisfaction. A foundation establishment stage cultivator who didn't make a move before thought that it would be unjustifiable if he didn't perform well, so he wanted to curry favor with Huang San. So he reprimanded: "This is Mister Huang San of the House of the Marquis of Xuanji, behave yourself or else even the Mount Shu Sword Sect won't be able to protect you!"
Hearing this, the bamboo hat youth only silently laughed, not even turning his gaze over.
But the long sword at his waist suddenly unsheathed, turning into a flash of cold light shooting towards that foundation establishment stage cultivator.
Huang San's expression darkened: "Impudent!" Cold air that filled the air condensed, wanting to freeze the bamboo hat youth's sword.
But when the bamboo hat youth's sword light was about to come into contact with Huang San's cold air, it suddenly disappeared.
Huang San was slightly stunned, the next moment his expression changed abruptly, shouting: "Careful!"
Before the Foundation Establishment cultivator could react, the sword light that had disappeared suddenly reappeared in front of him out of thin air, right in front of him!
The sword light pierced through his head and flew back into the bamboo hatted young man's scabbard.
At this moment, the foundational cultivator finally reacted. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. A line of blood slowly appeared between his eyebrows. In the next moment, it exploded and blood splattered in the air.
"How dare you!" Huang San's face was ashen as he flung his arm and threw Zhu Yi to one of his subordinates. Without the suppression of his magic power, Zhu Yi finally regained his senses and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was deathly pale as if he had been seriously ill.
But right now Huang San already couldn't care about him, his fat face was full of frost: "Cutting through space, Shushan's Shaoze Sword indeed lives up to its name. But you're showing off in the wrong place. This is the Zhou Dynasty, and the people you killed are people from the House of the Marquis of Xuanji!"
The bamboo hatted young man cracked his mouth into a smile: "I'm asking you, have you seen a young Taoist with a child, wearing a white robe and a crown of stars?"
Huang San laughed from extreme anger: "The Shushan Sword Sect is really used to being arrogant, even daring to kill people from the House of the Marquis of Xuanji, don't even think about leaving the Zhou Dynasty alive!"
The bamboo hatted young man smiled saying: "Looks like you don't plan on answering my question, then there's no point in keeping you alive." Finishing speaking, the sword light once again left the scabbard.
"Freezing the World, Ten Thousand Miles Flying Frost!" Huang San laughed angrily, his hands forming a seal together. Instantly, wind and snow surged in the entire underground palace, countless cold air condensed together and the air became a vast expanse of whiteness.
As for the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators and Zhu Yi, even though Huang San's target wasn't them, just the aftermath of his attack was enough to freeze them stiff.
Not only were their bodies frozen, even their thoughts slowed down, their brains unable to move.
This is a sign that even their souls are about to freeze!
In order to defend against the opponent's flying sword that can flash through the air, Huang San pushed his mana to the limit, surrounding his body with cold air. No matter where the flying sword appears from, he can defend against it.
"Shushan Shaoze's swords are admittedly strange and unfathomable, but their swords are unconventional, their direct killing power is not enough. It's naturally easy for a golden elixir sword cultivator to kill foundation Establishment cultivators, but if he wants to deal with me then he has the wrong idea!"
While Huang San was thinking, the bamboo hatted young man's voice suddenly came from within the cold air: "Zhou Dynasty? The Marquis of Xuanji? Indeed very strong, but the problem is that you're very weak. Making me unable to leave the Zhou Dynasty alive, Zhu Hongwu can say these words, but you can't. Not to mention even if it's Zhu Hongwu, I will surpass him one day. "
The cold air within the underground palace suddenly began to fluctuate violently, an incomparably domineering ice sword light broke through the encirclement of the cold air, chopping straight towards Huang San.
This sword light was dazzling, flashing with a cold light, even the light it emitted was an unstoppable and domineering sword light.
This sword was like tens of thousands of sword lights, merging together, ten thousand swords as one, sweeping through everything in its path!
Different from the Shaoze Sword that can move through the air, this sword did not have any fancy changes, only reaching the extreme strength.
Huang San turned pale with fright: "It's not the Shaoze Sword, but the fiercest and most domineering of the Six Meridian Swords of Shushan, the Shaoshang Sword? He actually grasps two kinds of swords at the same time?! "In a panic, Huang San condensed his mana, forming a profound ice shield in front of him.
This was Huang San's strongest defensive method, he didn't even use it against the golden elixir talisman before, but now he used it without hesitation.
But it was all in vain, facing the bamboo hatted young man's heaven shattering sword, the cold mist that filled the air, broke! The profound ice shield, still broke!
Seeing the sword light in front of him, Huang San roared unwillingly: "Ten thousand years of ice, unshakable!"
A layer of ice and snow appeared on the surface of Huang San's body, his entire body seemed to be frozen into a block of ice, like ten thousand years of ice, hard, stubborn, indestructible! At the same time, it was crystal clear, incomparably ancient, heavy!
But, it was still useless!
Under Huang San's terrified gaze, the sword light completely ignored his defense, like a knife cutting through tofu, piercing through his body and then exploding within his body. Instantly, over ten thousand sword lights shot out of Huang San's body.
Huang San's fat body was like a balloon that was blown up, exploding in the air with a bang, turning into a bloody mist that filled the air.
The sword light that exploded out continued on without stopping, directly riddling the surrounding ice and stone walls with holes, like a beehive.
Zhu Yi stared blankly at the bamboo hatted young man who sheathed his sword. The foundation establishment stage cultivator of the House of the Marquis of Xuanji beside him was also dumbstruck.
One sword, it was only one sword and this bamboo hatted young man killed Huang San who was also in the golden elixir period.
Huang San still had a lot of methods that he didn't use, he didn't even have the chance to self-destruct the golden elixir before being killed by his opponent.
Zhu Yi suddenly had the urge to laugh. Huang San's sentence "Cultivators of the same golden elixir period still have differences in cultivation" was still ringing in his ears, and now he himself became the best annotation of this sentence.
"Wait a minute, the young daoist wearing a white robe and a crown of feathers and stars is extremely similar to the person I met in the temple that day, could it be …" Zhu Yi's heart suddenly moved, lowering his head and not saying anything: "I wonder who is stronger between him and this Shushan sword cultivator?"
The bamboo hatted young man looked at them, grinning: "Remember my name, Liu Yang. I will be the person who kills Zhu Hongwu."
Looking at the dumbstruck crowd, Liu Yang pressed down on his bamboo hat, turning around and leaving: "Boring, too boring. I'd better continue looking for that young daoist who humiliated the Blaze Sword Sect."
He licked his lips, chuckling: "This person should be in this underground palace, I hope he can give me a bit more fun."
… …
Right now Lin Feng's mood was terrible to the extreme.
"Rumble rumble rumble rumble — —" In front of him a blood red river roared and surged, it was dark and gloomy, emitting a nauseating stench that assaulted the nose. Just smelling this stench made Lin Feng feel that it was difficult and obscure to circulate his mana.
Earlier a strong mana impact suddenly exploded in the underground palace, as a result it affected the spatial distortion. The Lin Feng master-disciple trio who were walking halfway were swept into a spatial crack, actually directly transported to the depths of the underground palace.
Luckily the three of them did not get separated, but Lin Feng never would have thought that his group would actually be transported to the side of the underground Nether Blood River.
Lin Feng looked at the extremely evil and filthy water of this world, wanting to cry but having no tears. On the surface he still had to put on a confident appearance in front of his two disciples, methodically introducing this True Blood River Water to them, telling them to stay away from this extremely filthy thing.
Hearing the power of this Nether Blood River, Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian's faces both turned deathly white, hurriedly nodding their heads, closely following behind Lin Feng, avoiding the blood river like the plague.
Lin Feng pondered as he walked: "Even though that magic item Black Cloud Flag is good, it's not important. It's my fortune to get it, my fate to lose it. On the contrary Zhu Yi, after spending so much effort, I must get this disciple. "
Just as he was thinking, Xiao Budian at the side suddenly tugged on Lin Feng's sleeves: "Master, look over there."
Lin Feng woke up and looked in the direction of Xiao Budian's finger, only to see a grey-clothed, short-haired burly man covered in blood, sitting on the side of the Nether Blood River in a sorry state meditating. It was Monk Hui Ku from before.
Hui Ku had a pained and depressed expression, a faint golden buddhist light flickered around his body. On the surface of the buddhist light, cyan flames and red blood stains were currently entangled together.
Lin Feng understood in his heart: "This monk, somehow came into contact with the True Blood River Water. Right now he's using buddhist light to protect his body, then using cyan flames to expel the tainted blood."
Looking at this scene, a warm and genial smile like the spring sun appeared on Lin Feng's face out of habit.
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