"Puff, puff, puff, puff..." Six half-step true emperor masters of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe were cut in half by Yuwen Zhouyuan in an instant. Blood and corpses were scattered on the ground. When the corpses fell
, turned into debris due to the terrifying energy.
"Xiliang monk, you dare to kill people from our Demonic Wood Spirit Clan, I will make you taste the pain of soul refining." An angry voice sounded in the world, and it was unknown which direction it came from.
"Words are so powerful, it's best to prove them with actual actions! Don't think that if you hide, I won't be able to find you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly, stepped lightly on his feet, and the fire stone fell over.
, as if a huge door leaf was erected.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with light, as if he could see through everything.
Suddenly, two long lights burst out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes. He held the corner of the fire stone in his hand and waved it fiercely at an extremely fast speed.
"Pa..." As soon as a figure appeared in the void, the long whip in his hand was about to roll towards Yu Wen Zhouyuan's head, Huo Shishi slapped him over, just like swatting a fly, slapping that person hard.
The master of the Scale Horn Tribe flew away with his fan and was thrown one kilometer away.
"Boom!" A loud noise came from the distance and hit the iceberg. A human-shaped cave appeared on the iceberg.
"Everyone, come out!" Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted coldly, and suddenly, from the sky, he stepped hard on the ice field. The terrifying force was transmitted to the ice field, and the terrifying fluctuations spread in all directions.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Eight figures appeared on the ice field in an instant, each of them looking embarrassed, with messy hair, disheveled clothes, and a look of fear on their faces.
"We are masters of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe and the Scale Horn Tribe. Everything just happened was a misunderstanding. We also want to see how strong your Xiliang cultivator is. If you excuse me, we are leaving now." Li Zhan Quan
He turned his face, forced out a smile, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said.
Li Zhanquan already knew that Yuwen Zhouyuan was powerful. They were no match for them. Now they could only run away. The methods of the masters of the Scale Horns and the spirit of the warriors of the Scale Horns were all bullshit. Only life was the most fundamental thing.
"I also want to see how strong you guys are." Seeing the other party about to leave, Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered and said, "The uses of the skills in Seven Emotions and Six Desires."
"Puff, puff, puff..." The eight of them spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Their faces turned white and red, as if they were about to spit out another mouthful of blood.
At this time, they were completely frightened. Faced with this invisible attack, no matter who they were, they would feel fear. How could they dodge an attack that was invisible and without any signs? It was like being locked up in a closed dungeon and waiting to die.
of prisoners.
"Kill...fight..." Li Zhanquan's eyes showed determination. At this time, there was no other way except fighting.
Li Zhanquan pulled out two three-foot-long thorns from behind. One end was a triangular diamond-shaped thorn, and the other was a short knife. With a shake of his hand, the three-foot-long thorns became six feet long, and there was a cold metallic light on them.
.
Li Zhanquan moved his feet and rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, waving two long thorns, with a radius of five or three feet, and there were dense shadows of the long thorns, which looked extremely huge.
"Wha..." The sound of two spikes piercing the space sounded, as if no one could stop the sharpness and power of this attack.
"Melee combat? I like it." Faced with this attack that could pierce a space, Yuwen Zhouyuan took it calmly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth and a flash of light in his eyes.
When the opponent's attack power reached three feet in front of him, Yuwen Zhouyuan inserted the fire stone on the ice field, making a fist with his left hand and a palm with his right hand. His fist was so domineering that it seemed to crush all obstacles, blast away the alien forces, and dominate
Tianxia, the palm power is soft, containing an inclusiveness, one hard and one soft, one yin and one yang. Two attacks with different attributes were struck by Yuwen Zhouyuan, and they were perfectly integrated, bursting out with terrifying power.
, that kind of great power that created the world, is also the great power that destroys the stars.
"Boom!" Two different energies suddenly broke through the sharp light on the powerful weapon, directly crushing the two long thorns, and struck in front of him with terrifying force.
Li Zhanquan was thrown violently, and a deep scratch appeared on the ice sheet. Others quickly caught Li Zhanquan.
"Pfft..." A mouthful of Yin Hong's blood spat out, which looked very eye-catching on the vast white ice field.
"I thought you could withstand more than ten moves, but I didn't expect that you couldn't hold on even one move." Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Pfft..." Li Zhanquan spat out a mouthful of blood again. This time it was caused by Yu Wen Zhou Yuan Qi. After all, he was also a master of the third level of True King Peak, but he was so unsatisfactory in Yu Wen Zhou Yuan's mouth.
, it’s so irritating, how can he bear it if he is so arrogant and arrogant.
"I'm going to kill you..." Li Zhanquan roared, pulled out his narrow sword, and rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan. All his strength was concentrated in the narrow sword, and the energy of heaven and earth suddenly gathered crazily.
It came over and formed a funnel. The bottom of the funnel was connected to the opponent's narrow sword. The space around the narrow sword seemed to be annihilating and reorganizing, which looked extremely scary.
"This attack still looks good." Yuwen Zhouyuan said calmly, letting his clothes catch you and his short and medium hair dancing wildly.
When the opponent's terrifying attack caused an iceberg within a radius of 200 feet to collapse, Yuwen Zhouyuan moved. He stretched out his right palm, carried a knife with his palm, and slashed out of thin air, as if he had cut through the void.
"Boom!" The attack containing vast energy was immediately divided into two halves, and a deep crack about a hundred feet long appeared on the ice sheet.
The masters of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe and the Scale Horn Tribe were stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief, and infinite fear rising in their hearts.
Li Zhanquan is the one with the highest cultivation level among them. The blow just now was Li Zhanquan's full-force attack, but the opponent still managed to resolve it calmly.
Horrible, the strength of this Xiliang monk in front of me is too terrifying.
"I won't play with you anymore, let's all die!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly, and seven rays of sharp energy burst out from his hand, which were invisible and colorless, making it impossible to guard against and extremely terrifying.
"Puff, puff, puff..." The seven masters of the early stage of the True Emperor simply couldn't dodge, and their heads were cut off at once, and pillars of blood spurted into the sky.
Yuwen Zhouyuan appeared in front of Li Zhanquan with the Fire Stone, the corner of his mouth slightly tilted up, that was a cold smile, "That braid on the back of your head is quite interesting."
With that said, Yuwen Zhouyuan reached out and grabbed the braid, pulled it hard and pulled it off.
"Ah..." Li Zhanquan held his head in his hands and screamed miserably. Blood emerged from the top of his head and dripped down his fingers on the ice sheet.
"It's true that you can pollute the environment even if you die." Yu Wenzhouyuan frowned and said, shaking the braid in his hand and inserting it between Li Zhanquan's eyebrows.
Li Zhanquan's eyes showed a touch of relief, as well as a kind of overwhelming hatred. The breath of life disappeared and turned into a living sculpture in this cold weather.
The sun is always hanging in the sky, and the light and shadow are very oblique. On the vast white ice field, the rainbow-colored blood is magnificent and charming, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight.
The blood adds a touch of other colors to the vast ice field.
Yuwen Zhouyuan continued to fly forward on the Fire Stone. Maybe because the fight just now was too fierce, Yuwen Zhouyuan was so far behind that many auras flew towards him.
With his thoughts sweeping across, a total of forty people divided into three groups and rushed towards him. These people were members of the other three forces of the Scale Horn Clan.
After a while, these people came closer. When they saw the fire stone at Yuwen Zhouyuan's feet, their eyes lit up, showing a trace of excitement.
"Are you Yuwen Zhouyuan?" A middle-aged man wearing a white robe said very uncertainly.
"People from the Bing Yuan Sect? For Shuang Xuehan's sake, let's go! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
After hearing this, the faces of everyone in the Bingyuan Sect became ugly. Naturally, they had heard of Yuwen Zhouyuan. This was of course due to Shuang Xuehan. In their impression, Yuwen Zhouyuan was indeed extremely capable and had profound cultivation.
He was the number one master among the younger generation in the eight human regions, but he was still a junior no matter what. How could he speak to their elders in such a tone, they felt extremely unhappy.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan and Shuang Xuehan have a good relationship, they will do anything for Huo Shishi. After all, the interests of the sect are more important than anything else.
"Yuwen Zhouyuan, I heard you, hand over the Fire Stone, and I can let you live. Look..." a master from the Scale Horn Clan roared.
"Pfft..." Before the man from the Scale Horn clan could say anything, his head fell directly onto the ice field. Pillars of blood shot into the sky, splattering the faces of several people around him.
"I don't need you to let me live, I want to give you a way to die." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly, holding his big hand, the Zhoujin Destruction Sword in his hand exuded a powerful murderous aura, and the color of the true energy was crystal-like.
, the condensed long sword is transparent in the void and cannot be seen at all.
"Asshole, you're looking for death..." a master from the Scale Horn clan cursed.
"Pfft..." The Scale Horn Clan master who had just cursed angrily, his head fell off his neck and fell on the ice. Blood spurted out and his body fell.
Go down.
"Kill..." The people from the Scale Horn clan roared and rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan. All the powerful men from the Winged clan fled and prepared to kill Yuwen Zhouyuan. They saw how powerful Yuwen Zhouyuan was.
, knowing that if they don’t unite, they might be killed one by one by Yuwen Zhouyuan.
The Bing Yuan Sect backed away and did not participate. Their faces were full of hesitation, wondering whether they should besiege Yu Wen Zhou Yuan.
"Puff, puff, puff..." Yuwen Zhouyuan waved the Zhoujin Destruction Sword in his hand, and a terrifying light burst out. With every swing, blood burst out and life withered.
"Bingyuan Sect, what are you waiting for? If you don't take action, you will be the ones who die in a while." A member of the Scale Horn clan roared.
After hearing the words of the man from the Scale Horn Clan, everyone in the Bingyuan Sect was hesitant, and the old man in charge had an uncertain look in his eyes.
"Phew..." The old man from Bingyuan Sect felt a warmth in his left ear, as if liquid was flowing down. He stretched out his hand and touched it. It was blood, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart. He knew it was Yuwen.
Zhou Yuan gave him a warning. If he didn't leave, he might get his neck next time.