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Chapter 238

Words:2050Update:22/06/28 09:34:02

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Sun Yi was stunned, and so were the others.

There was no expression on Han Zhibei's face, but his eyes emitted a dangerous light.

"What did you say?" The expression on Sun Yi's face disappeared and was replaced by a thick murderous intent.

As the imperial bodyguard of the Ninth Prince of the Da Shen Empire, no matter where he went, he would always be surrounded by people. Even when facing people with higher cultivation than him, they would still be courteous to him out of respect for the Ninth Prince and the Da Shen Empire. No one had ever scolded him in front of his face.

At this moment, he suspected that he was hallucinating.

"You're courting death!" Sun Yi roared, and the dagger in his hand suddenly turned into a black light, slashing towards Yang Xuan.

The black light was like a snake, and as soon as it appeared, it disappeared into the night.

Then, Sun Yi appeared above Yang Xuan's head, holding the dagger, and stabbed towards Yang Xuan.

The momentum soared, and the sky and the earth rolled!

Han Zhibei nodded slightly. Sun Yi's move was ingenious and brought out the attributes of the weapon to the fullest. It wasn't long before the light turned into the next weapon.

The black snake that disappeared in the night sky appeared behind Yang Xuan. It opened its mouth, flicked its tongue, and suddenly swallowed Yang Xuan, as if it wanted to swallow Yang Xuan into its stomach.

The dagger was near his head, and the black snake was behind him. In just a moment, Yang Xuan seemed to be in a desperate situation.

Sun Yi's face showed a cruel smile. He seemed to have seen the end of this man with a red dot between his eyebrows.

But in the next moment, Han Zhibei's face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Retreat!"

Sun Yi's face was not shocked or frightened, but confused. He held the dagger and stood in the green world, not knowing what to do.

In the next moment, he found that he had fallen to the ground, and his right hand holding the dagger was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah! Ah!"

He let out a heart-wrenching cry, and the feeling coming from his body made him want to die.

Other than Han Zhibei, everyone was shocked. They looked at Sun Yi, who was wailing on the ground. His hair was falling off, and his skin was shriveled. Deep fear appeared on their faces.

A wave of cold air rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

No one had ever seen such a strange scene. It seemed to have already gone beyond the scope of martial arts.

In the midst of everyone's fear, Han Zhibei's face was cold. He slowly walked forward until he was in front of Sun Yi. However, he didn't even look at Sun Yi, who was on the ground. He only coldly stared at Yang Xuan's finger.

After a while, his gaze moved to Yang Xuan's face. He slowly said, "You're actually a human dao expert. Good moves!"

Sun Yi, who was lying on the ground, blacked out. The feeling of wanting to die had just dissipated when he heard Han Zhibei's words.

He was actually a human dao expert!

Before he fainted, he felt like a clown.

"I have yet to ask for your name! Which sect are you from? "Han Zhibei's expression was solemn as he cupped his fists towards Yang Xuan. This was a sign of respect towards an expert of the same level.

"Bai Qi of the Celestial Sect!" Yang Xuan said indifferently.

Han Zhibei nodded. "Brother Bai, be careful!"

Then, he punched out.

Boom!

It was just a simple punch from Han Zhibei, as simple as the Black Tiger Steals the Heart, but Yang Xuan's expression changed.

Yang Xuan finally understood why he was called Han Zhibei. He would go north, go north, and never look back.

In front of his eyes, it was as if a surging river had suddenly appeared. The river water was surging with great momentum, destroying any obstacles in its way.

Heaven and earth were like a river, flowing north against the current, never looking back.

Han Zhibei's real name wasn't Han Zhibei. North was his fist technique, his Dao.

In the face of this fist that flowed north against the current, Yang Xuan's expression became solemn. In the next moment, he brazenly pointed out with his finger.

This time, it wasn't his right index finger, but his thumb. On his finger, the power of life and death was like a balance, reaching a balance.

The end of life was death, and the end of death was life. Life and Death Calamity!

This was the second time he had completely used the Life and Death Calamity finger technique. The first time was when he faced the woodcutter.

But that time, he didn't completely deduce the power of life and death. He only caught a glimpse of it, revealing the tip of the iceberg.

But this time, the power of life and death had been evolved to the extreme by him.

Pointing out, he gently welcomed the surging river.

In the next moment, a look of shock appeared on Han Zhibei's face.

From Yang Xuan's finger, he felt two completely different powers, but they were of the same origin. These two powers were completely opposite, but they were constantly switching with each other, forming a delicate balance on Yang Xuan's finger.

A sense of danger welled up in his heart. Han Zhibei had a strong feeling that if he really destroyed this balance, it would be bad.

But he couldn't pull back his fist. If he pulled back his fist, he would never have the ability to make a second punch. In that case, he might as well die.

Go north, go north, go north. This was his Dao. He would never bow his head, and he would never look back.

Looking back meant death, so he would never look back!

The surging river and the fist met Yang Xuan's finger.

The power of life and death intertwined, and the power of life and death merged in an instant.

Time stopped, and in the next moment, doomsday arrived.

Yang Xuan's body began to twist and deform in the surging river. The muscles on his arm burst like a balloon under this twisting and deforming force, and even the white bones were exposed.

Puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Yang Xuan's mouth. He felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train. No, it was more like he had been sandwiched between two trains that were moving in opposite directions. He had been viciously hit.

In an instant, Yang Xuan was injured.

On the other hand, Han Zhibei's body was in a mess. His situation was worse than Yang Xuan's.

On his body, the power of life and death alternated, dividing his body into countless small areas. At this moment, one part of his body was cracked and rotten, and the next moment, another part of his body was boiling, his muscles were growing, and his blood vessels were protruding and bursting.

Even his appearance was incomparably old, and the next moment, he became young. His hair was black and white, and there were thousands of changes.

No one could withstand the torture of life and death. When the time between life and death was concentrated together, the hesitation between heaven and hell would drive people crazy.

Han Zhibei fell down, between life and death, and could no longer stand up.

The moment he fell, he remembered a name that he would never forget: Bai Qi of the Immortal Sect!

At the moment when the two exchanged blows, Sun Yi, who was lying unconscious on the ground, was directly turned into minced meat. When the minced meat flew in the air, it had already begun to rot. Before it could fall to the ground, it turned into flying ash and dissipated.

It was still not over. The faces of the several onlookers were full of fear. They wanted to withdraw, but it was too late. They were standing too close and there was no way to leave the battlefield. So, they also died, turned into flying ash, and disappeared from the world.

On the ground, the soil was flying, and all the plants in a huge area withered and died. Then, they were blown away by the force of the violent cracking and became part of the dust.

Yang Xuan staggered, spat out another mouthful of blood, and fell on one knee.

The wood spirit from the surroundings was constantly replenished, causing his arm to begin to heal. At the same time, it was also constantly healing his injured body.

"Over there, quick!" A voice came, and at the same time, there was a flash of light in the sky.

Yang Xuan endured the pain and activated the Invisibility Technique. His figure disappeared, and then he instantly fled.

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