MTL - History’s Number 1 Founder-~ 43. Lushan Jianxiu

The breath of life on Zhu Yi is gradually passing away.

Huang San’s fat face is still happy, and a pair of small eyes have a fierce light. He is slowly tormenting Zhu Yi, and suddenly his face changes slightly and looks behind him.

At the exit of a tunnel, stood a white dress like snow, wearing a youthful green fight.

The young man raised his head and revealed the face under the fight. He looked like Zhou Zheng, his skin was very white, and there were a few white spots on his face.

The most intriguing thing about this person's body is a long sword at the waist, and the scabbard is engraved with a simple and heavy landscape.

In addition to Zhu Yi, who has gradually lost consciousness, the people who are on the scene are all stunned by the sword: "The man of the Songshan swordsman?"

Although he looked up at Huang San in the air, but his look was completely condescending, he grinned: "Fat, I have never seen a young Taoist dressed in a white robe and a feathered coat crown, with a small side. child?"

The youth tone is rude and rude. Although Huang San’s face still has a smile, his eyes are already cold.

In front of Xuanji Hou, Huang San was a slave, but other people could not despise his mysterious body.

Do not say Xuanji Houfu, it is the entire week of the week, the vast majority of people face him, they must respectfully respect the "Mr. Huang San".

Several monks who built the foundation period were even more dissatisfied. A monk who had built a base period had not shot before, and thought that he had no performance and couldn’t say it. He wanted to make a knot, so he said: "This is the three gentlemen of Xuanji Houfu, the rules. Point, otherwise, the sword of Mount Lushan can't protect you!"

The youngsters of the fights heard the words, but they smiled silently, and they didn’t turn their eyes.

However, his long sword at the waist suddenly slammed into a cold light, and flew to the base monk.

Huang San’s face sank: “Let’s put it!” The cold weather condenses, and the sword of the young man is frozen.

However, the Jianguang of the youth of the fight will soon disappear into contact with the chill of Huang San.

Huang Sanwei, the next moment the look is abrupt, cried: "Be careful!"

The attacked foundation-based monk had not had time to react, and the sword light that had disappeared suddenly appeared in front of him suddenly, and was close at hand!

Jianguang runs through his head and flies back to the scabbard of the young man.

At this moment, the monk who built the base period reacted. Zhang mouth wanted to talk, but did not make any sound. A blood mark appeared slowly in the eyebrows. The next moment burst into flames, and blood splashed in the air.

"Good courage!" Huang San face iron blue, the hand throw Zhu Yi to a man, without his mana suppression, Zhu Yi finally recovered his mind, wow spit out a large mouth of congestion, his face pale, like a serious illness.

Huang San has not been able to take care of him at this time. A fat face is full of frost: "There is no shortage of swords in the mountains, but you are playing the wrong place. Here is the big week. And what you killed is the person of Xuanji Houfu!"

The young man in the fight broke his mouth and smiled: "I was asking you, I have never seen a young Taoist dressed in a white robe and a feathered crown."

Huang San is extremely angry and laughs: "Yushan Jianzong is really used to being arrogant. Even people in my mysterious Houfu dare to kill. You don't want to leave the territory of Da Zhou alive!"

The youngsters of the fight laughed: "It seems that you are not going to answer my question, and it is useless to leave you." After that, Jianguang came out again.

"Ice the world, Wanlifei cream!" Huang San angry, his hands together to form a French imprint, suddenly the entire palace in the middle of the snowstorm, numerous cold condensed together, the air is white.

The remaining few base-building monks and Zhu Yi, although Huang San's goal is not theirs at all, but only the aftermath, let them almost freeze.

Not only is the body frozen, but even the mind becomes slower and the brain can't turn.

This is a sign that even the soul will freeze!

In order to prevent the flying sword that the opponent can flash in the sky, Huang San will push his own mana to the extreme, and the body is surrounded by cold air, no matter where the flying sword appears, it can be prevented.

"There are many unpredictable swords in Shaoshan, but the sword is slanting, and the direct lethality is not enough. His Jindan sword repairing and building the foundation is naturally easy, but if you want to deal with me, it is the wrong idea!"

Huang Sanzheng thought, the sudden voice of the young people in the cold: "Da Zhou? Xuanji Hou? It is really strong, but the problem is that you are very weak. Let me not live alive in the territory of the week, this Zhu Hongwu can say, but you No, not to mention Zhu Hongwu, I will one day surpass him."

The coldness in the underground palace suddenly fluctuated wildly, and a raging ice-cold sword slammed into the cold and surrounded by the cold.

This sword is dazzling, and the cold mantle flashes, and even every light it emits is an invincible sword.

This sword is like thousands of swords, blending together, and the swords are in one, and they are invincible!

Unlike the swords that were previously able to move in the void, this sword does not have any clever changes, only to achieve the ultimate power.

Huang San was shocked: "Is it not a sword, but the most arrogant and less arrogant sword in the six-sword swords of the Lushan Mountain? He has mastered both swords at the same time?!" Under the hurried, Huang San Cohesive Mana , condensed into a black ice shield in front of the body.

This is Huang San's strongest defense. It was not used before Jin Danfu, but he did not hesitate to use it now.

But everything is in vain, facing the fighting youth, this skybreaking sword, the cold weather, broken! Xuanbing shield, still broken!

Seeing that Jianguang had come to his eyes, Huang San was unwilling to say: "The ice is frozen, there is no incitement!"

The yellow three-body surface presents a layer of ice and snow, and the whole person seems to be frozen into ice. Like the ice, it is hard, stubborn and indestructible! At the same time crystal clear, incomparably ancient, heavy!

However, it is still useless!

In Huang San’s horrified eyes, Jianguang completely ignored his defense. He cut the tofu like a knife and broke it into the body. Then he burst into the body and suddenly tens of thousands of Jianguang shot Huang San’s body.

Huang San’s fat body is like a balloon that has been blown up, and it has exploded in the air and turned into a **** fog.

The smashing out of the Jianguang is endless, directly hitting the surrounding ice stone walls, like a hive.

Zhu Yi was staring at the fighting youth who received the sword into the sheath. The monk who built the base period of the Xuanji Houfu was also a dead chicken.

A sword is just a sword. This young man fights the yellow three who are also in the Golden Age.

Huang San still has a lot of means that have not been used. Even Jin Dan can't do it himself, and he is killed by his opponent.

Zhu Yi suddenly had the urge to laugh. Huang San’s sentence was “The same as the Jindan period monk, and the repair is still high and low.” The words are still in the ear, but now he has become the best note of this sentence.

"Wait, the white robes, the young Taoist people in the crown of the feathers, and the ones I met in the temple that day, are very like..." Zhu Yi suddenly moved, bowed his head and said: "I don't know him and this 蜀山剑修Which is stronger?"

The youngsters looked at them and grinned: "Remember my name, Liu Yang, I will be the one who killed Zhu Hongwu."

Looking at the crowds, Liu Yang pressed his own fight and turned away: "boring, too boring, I will continue to find the young Taoist who humiliated the fire sword."

He licked his lips and smiled and said: "This person should be in this underground palace, I hope he can give me a little more fun."

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

Lin Feng’s mood was terrible at this time.

"Booming rumble -" A blood-red river in front of the eyes roared, black and dark, and made a scent of snoring. Just smelling this breath, Lin Feng felt that his mana was running hard.

In the previous palace, a strong mana shock suddenly broke out. As a result, the space changed. The Lin Feng men and women who were walking in the middle of the road were involved in the gap of the space and were directly transmitted to the depths of the underground palace.

Fortunately, the three people did not lose, but Lin Feng did not think that his own group was actually transmitted to the edge of the underground blood river.

Lin Feng looked at the heavens and the earth to the water of the evil, and wanted to cry without tears. On the surface, facing the two apprentices, he also had to put on a pair of bamboo in the chest, and introduced them to the blood river in an orderly way, telling them to stay away from this. To the dirt.

After listening to the splendid part of this Nether Blood River, Xiao Yu and Xiao Bian are all pale and white, and nodded quickly, and followed Lin Feng, and he was afraid of the blood river.

Lin Feng walked and pondered: "The black cloud flag of the instrument is good, but it doesn't matter. I am fortunate to have lost my life. On the contrary, Zhu Yi, it took so much effort, this apprentice must get it."

I was thinking, the little one on the side suddenly licked Lin Feng’s sleeve: "Master, look over there."

Lin Feng woke up and looked down in the direction of the little finger. He saw a big man with short gray hair and was covered in blood. He was sitting on the edge of the **** river in the wolverine. It was the former wisdom and monk.

The face of painful and depressed face, the body flashed with a touch of golden Buddha light, the surface of the Buddha light, the blue flame and the red blood stains are entangled.

Lin Feng was in the heart: "This monk, somehow contaminated the blood of the river, is now using the Buddha light to protect the body, and then use the blue flame to expel the blood."

Looking at this scene, Lin Feng’s face habitually showed a warm and sly smile in the spring.

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