Mount Shu Sword Sect

  Zhu Yi's life force was slowly fading away from his body.

  Huang San's chubby face was still smiling, but a fierce glint appeared in his small eyes as he slowly tortured Zhu Yi. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly and he looked back over his shoulder.

  At the exit of a tunnel stood a young man in white clothes like snow, wearing a green bamboo hat.

  The young man lifted his head, revealing his face under the bamboo hat, which was fairly decent-looking, with extremely white skin and a few white freckles on his face.

  The most eye-catching thing on his body is the long sword at his waist, with a heavy and simple landscape inlay on the scabbard.

  Everyone present except Zhu Yi, who was gradually losing consciousness, narrowed their eyes at the sight of the long sword: "A person from Shu Mountain Sword Sect?"

  Although he was looking up at Huang San in mid-air, his expression was completely condescending. He smiled and said: "Fatty, have you ever seen a young Taoist wearing a white robe, with a feathered crown on his head, accompanied by a little kid?"

  The young man's tone was frivolous and rude, and although Huang San still had a smile on his face, his eyes had already turned cold.

  In front of Xuanji Hou, Huang San was a slave, but others did not dare to underestimate him, this Xuanji Hou's trusted confidant.

  Not to mention the mysterious Hou Mansion, but throughout the entire Dazhou territory, the vast majority of people facing him would respectfully address him as "Mr. Huang San".

  Several foundation-building monks looked displeased, one of whom had not acted before. Thinking that he had not performed well enough, he wanted to curry favor with Huang San and scolded: "This is the third master of the Xuanji Marquis's mansion, be more polite, otherwise even the Shushan Sword Sect can't protect you!"

  The young man with a bamboo hat heard this and just smiled silently without even turning his head.

  But the long sword at his waist suddenly burst out of its scabbard, transforming into a streak of cold light that shot towards the Foundation Establishment cultivator.

  Huang San's face sank: "How dare you!" A chilling aura condensed, about to freeze the young man with a sword.

  But just as Doukatsu's youth sword light was about to touch Huang San's cold air, it suddenly disappeared.

  Huang San's expression changed suddenly in an instant, and he shouted: "Be careful!"

  The cultivator who was attacked during the foundation-building period didn't even have time to react, and the sword light that had originally disappeared suddenly appeared right in front of him, within inches!

  The sword light pierced through his skull and flew back into the scabbard of the young man in the Douzhan.

  At this moment, the foundation-building monk finally reacted, opened his mouth to speak, but didn't make any sound. A blood mark slowly appeared between his eyebrows and suddenly burst out, splashing fresh blood into the air.

  "Good guts!" Huang San's face turned iron-green, and he flung Zhu Yi to one of his subordinates. Without his magical power suppressing him, Zhu Yi finally regained consciousness, spitting out a large mouthful of congealed blood, his complexion deathly pale, as if he had been seriously ill for a long time.

  Huang San was no longer concerned about him at this time, his chubby face covered in frost: "Cutting through the void and breaking through the sky, the swordsmanship of Shu Mountain's young master is indeed renowned, but you've shown off your skills in the wrong place. This is the Great Zhou, and the people you killed are from the Xuanji Marquis' manor!"

  The young man with the bamboo hat cracked a smile: "I'm asking you, have you ever seen a young Taoist priest wearing a white robe and a feathered crown, carrying a child?"

  Huang San's face turned red with rage as he sneered: "The Shu Mountain Sword Sect is indeed arrogant, daring to kill even people from my Xuanji Marquis Manor! You won't be able to leave the Great Zhou territory alive!"

  The young man with a bamboo hat smiled and said: "It seems you don't plan to answer my question, then there's no use in keeping you." With that, the sword light flashed out of its scabbard once again.

  "Ice seals the world, ten thousand miles of flying frost!" Huang San laughed in anger, his two hands forming a seal together, and suddenly the entire underground palace was turbulent with wind and snow, countless cold airs gathered together, and the air was white and vast.

  The remaining few foundation-building monks and Zhu Yi, although Huang San's target was not them at all, but just the residual waves, almost froze them to death.

  It's not just the body that's frozen stiff, even thinking has slowed down, and the brain can't turn around.

  This is an omen that even the soul will freeze!

  To guard against the opponent's flying sword that can flash in mid-air, Huang San drove his own magic to its limit, and his body was surrounded by a chill, no matter where the flying sword appeared, he could defend against it.

  "Shu Shan's swordsmanship is indeed unpredictable, but his sword moves in a biased direction, and its direct killing power is not enough. His Golden Elixir Sword can easily kill and build foundations, but if he wants to deal with me, that's a miscalculation!"

  Huang San was thinking, when suddenly the voice of the young man in the conical hat came from amidst the cold air: "Dazhou? Xuanji Hou? Indeed very strong, but the problem is that you are too weak. You can't even let me leave Dazhou alive, this is something Zhu Hongwu can say, but not you, and besides, even if it were Zhu Hongwu, I will one day surpass him."

  The cold air in the underground palace suddenly fluctuated violently, a majestic and unparalleled icy sword light burst out of the cold air's encirclement, and slashed straight towards Huang San.

  This sword's light is dazzling and eye-catching, its cold glow flashing, every ray of light it emits is a powerful and invincible sword light.

  This sword is like thousands of swords, merging together, all-conquering!

  Unlike the previous sword that could move freely in mid-air, this sword had no fancy changes, only a power that reached its peak.

  Huang San's face changed greatly: "Not the Shao Ze sword, but the Shao Shang sword, the most overbearing and tyrannical of the six swords of Mount Shu?! He actually mastered two swords at the same time?!" In his panic, Huang San concentrated his energy and condensed a dark ice shield in front of him.

  This was Huang San's strongest defensive means, previously facing the Golden Dan Symbol he didn't use it, but now he used it without hesitation.

  But all was in vain, as the Doukeshou youth's single sword shattered the sky, dispersing the cold mist. The Xuanbing shield was also shattered!

  As the sword light approached in front of his eyes, Huang San let out a desperate roar: "Ten thousand loads of ice seal, nothing can shake it!"

  Huang San's body surface presents a layer of ice and snow, the whole person seems to be frozen into an ice block, like the eternal cold ice, hard, stubborn, indestructible! At the same time, crystal clear, extremely ancient, heavy!

  But it's still useless!

  In Huang San's terrified gaze, the sword light completely ignored his defense, cutting through him like a knife through tofu, bursting into his body and then exploding inside, instantly sending tens of thousands of sword lights shooting out of Huang San's body.

  Huang San's massive body was like a balloon that had been blown up and suddenly burst in mid-air, turning into a bloody mist that filled the sky.

  The bursting sword light went on relentlessly, directly hitting the surrounding ice layer stone wall with thousands of holes like a beehive.

  Zhu Yi stared blankly at the young man with a Doukang who had just sheathed his sword, and the Jibei Houfu's foundation-building cultivator beside him was also stunned.

  One sword, just one sword, and this youth with a bamboo hat had killed Huang San, who was also in the Golden Elixir stage.

  Huang San still had many tricks up his sleeve that he hadn't used yet, and even the Golden Elixir self-explosion was not possible, but he was killed by his opponent.

  Zhu Yi suddenly had an urge to laugh, and Huang San's words "As fellow Golden Core cultivators, our cultivation levels are still high or low" were still ringing in his ears. Now he himself had become the best footnote for this sentence.

  "Wait, the young Taoist in white robes and feathered crown, isn't he very similar to that person I met at the temple that day? Could it be...?" Zhu Yi's heart suddenly stirred, and she lowered her head without speaking: "I wonder who is stronger between him and this Shu Shan sword cultivator."

  The young man with a bamboo hat looked at them and smiled: "Remember my name, Liu Yang, I will be the one who kills Zhu Hongwu."

  Looking at the stunned crowd, Liu Yang pressed down on his own bamboo hat, turned around and left: "Boring, too uninteresting, I'll continue to find that young Daoist who humiliated the Lie Huo Sword Sect."

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

  …………

  Lin Feng's mood was terrible at this time.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble..." A blood-red river roared and surged before his eyes, dark and gloomy, emitting a pungent and nauseating stench. Just smelling this odor made Lin Feng feel that the circulation of his own magic had become difficult and sluggish.

  A sudden and intense surge of magical energy erupted in the underground palace, affecting the spatial transformation. As a result, Lin Feng and his two disciples, who were halfway through their journey, were swept into a spatial rift and transmitted directly to the depths of the underground palace.

  Fortunately, the three of them did not disperse, but Lin Feng never thought that he and his group would be transported to the edge of the Underworld Blood River.

  Lin Feng looked at the river of blood, wanting to cry but having no tears. On the surface, he was still calm and composed in front of his two disciples, introducing them to the true nature of the Blood River, warning them to stay away from this filthy thing.

  After hearing the horror of the Blood River, Xiao Yan and Xiaoding both turned pale, hastily nodded, and closely followed Lin Feng, avoiding the Blood River as if their lives depended on it.

  Lin Feng walked and pondered, "That black cloud flag is good, but it's not that important. If I get it, I'll be lucky; if I lose it, I'll die. On the other hand, Zhu Yi has gone to great lengths for this disciple, and he must get him."

  Just then, a little fellow beside him suddenly pulled Lin Feng's sleeve: "Master, look over there."

  Lin Feng woke up and looked in the direction where Xiaobudian was pointing, only to see a grey-robed, short-haired big man, covered in bloodstains, sitting disheveled by the banks of the Youming Blood River, meditating. It was unexpectedly the former Huike Monk.

  Wisdom's face was twisted in a pained and melancholic expression, with faint golden Buddhist light flickering around his body. On the surface of the light, cyan flames and red bloodstains were entwined together.

  Lin Feng's mind was clear: "This monk, somehow tainted with the Blood River True Water, is now using Buddha's light to protect his body and then using the blue flame to expel the polluted blood."

  Watching this scene, Lin Feng's face habitually revealed a warm and gentle smile like the sunshine on a spring day.

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