In the ice crystal valley in the far north, the storm is rolling in the sky and the snow and wind are fierce!
In the snowstorm, Zhao Hansheng and Lin Bai were facing each other. As Lin Bai's face revealed his true appearance, Zhao Hansheng's eyes suddenly changed with shock, and a hint of fear appeared on his face.
"You are..." Zhao Hansheng asked in surprise.
Zhao Hansheng felt that Lin Bai's face was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"What? Have you forgotten? Senior Zhao Hansheng is really a noble man who forgets things. Can you forget the scene on Miracle Ridge where you, Su Lihai, Dong Qian and others teamed up to force my wife and children to death?"
Lin Bai's eyes turned blood red and he asked coldly.
When Zhao Hansheng heard this, the memory in his mind revived. He suddenly remembered it and said in surprise: "It's you! Which evil swordsman on Miracle Ridge, Lin Bai!"
Lin Bai sneered and said, "Senior Zhao Hansheng, have you remembered?"
Zhao Hansheng narrowed his eyes and said with a slightly gloomy expression: "I have long felt that something was wrong. Ye Fenghuo died, and Ye Jianjun was killed one after another. When the news spread throughout Lingnan, I felt as if a shadow had been shrouding it. On me!"
"Lin Bai, you are here for revenge!"
Zhao Hansheng asked coldly.
"The sworn hatred requires the blood of you and the other six people to vent the hatred!" Lin Bai raised his demon sword and pointed it coldly at Zhao Hansheng. The cold air in the ice and snow here was not as good as the cold light on the edge of Lin Bai's sword!
"How many people have you killed?" Zhao Hansheng asked.
Lin Bai said: "You are the third one!"
"But don't worry too much. Soon everyone else will go to hell to find you!"
"Wind God Slash!"
After Lin Bai finished speaking, he took action boldly and rushed towards Zhao Hansheng with a sword. The sharp sword light cut through the storm in the sky and earth, and killed Zhao Hansheng in a terrifying manner.
And Zhao Hansheng was not willing to be outdone and directly used his spiritual power to fight.
In the ice crystal valley in the far north, Lin Bai and Zhao Hansheng started a bloody battle!
In the distance, a strong man from the Yangshen realm passed by and saw two figures fiercely confronting each other in the snowstorm, with a hint of fear on their faces.
"Four Divine Swords Slash!"
Lin Bai's hand kept slashing and shot out a stream of terrifying sword energy, tearing the sky and attacking Zhao Hansheng's body.
"Even you want to kill me!" Zhao Hansheng's eyes turned cold, and a sharp cold air condensed out of his body, and he struck Lin Bai with a palm.
"Extreme ice mood!"
"Bingxuanjin!"
Zhao Hansheng's eyes darkened, and power surged out.
The artistic conception that Zhao Hansheng cultivates is the extremely ice artistic conception, and the technique he majors in is the "Ice Mysterious Power", the pinnacle secret skill in the Zhao dynasty. It can move the ice spiritual power in the world, and its power is very terrifying!
After Zhao Hansheng showed his cultivation, Lin Bai suddenly realized that what Zhao Hansheng had learned throughout his life was related to the power of extreme ice. No wonder he stayed in the North Han Dynasty, a dynasty of ice and snow, for so long!
Zhao Hansheng struck out with a palm, and the terrifying power caused the surrounding ice crystal mountain peaks to crack open, and the layers collapsed. The terrifying power crushed the void and hit Lin Bai!
"One horizontal stroke!"
Lin Bai slashed with his backhand, and the sharp light on the demon sword immediately roared down, splitting Zhao Hansheng's palm in half, and at the same time, it shocked Zhao Hansheng back again and again.
"You actually have such a powerful power!" After Zhao Hansheng was knocked back, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "How long has it been since you came to Lingnan? How could you have such a powerful power!"
Zhao Hansheng exclaimed in disbelief, Lin Bai had only been practicing for a long time and was only a young man in his early twenties. How could his cultivation be stronger than Zhao Hansheng, an old monster who had been practicing for nearly two hundred years!
"One vertical stroke!" Although Lin Bai heard Zhao Hansheng's exclamation, he ignored it and slashed forward with his sword. The powerful sword light tore through the storm in the world, carrying the power to crush everything, and struck
To Zhao Hansheng.
Zhao Hansheng's face turned pale with shock. In this sword, he felt a shadow of death shrouding him!
"Martial spirit! Hanyue!"
"Secret Technique of Martial Soul! Nine-month Slash!"
Zhao Hansheng gritted his teeth, and a piece of frosty mist appeared above his head, and a dazzling bright moon slowly rose. At this moment, Zhao Hansheng turned his hand into a sword and slashed it down in front of him.
The powerful sword ripped straight away.
"One horizontal and one vertical!" Lin Bai gritted his teeth, and the power of the king-level swordsmanship burst out again. He struck at Zhao Hansheng with a sword, shattering his martial soul secret method, and then pierced Zhao Hansheng's throat!
Pfft——
There was a sound of blood splattering, and the demon sword pierced Zhao Hansheng's throat, and hot blood spurted out from the back of his neck.
Zhao Hansheng looked at Lin Bai with wide eyes. Until the moment of his death, he could not believe that Lin Bai had the ability to kill him.
The face of Zhao Hansheng now has the same expression as the one on Donggan's head just now.
Dong Qian, like Zhao Hansheng, was in disbelief at the moment of death...
"Your sword is really strong!" Zhao Hansheng couldn't help but said at the last moment of his life: "But Lin Bai, don't be complacent. I am the ancestor of the Zhao Dynasty. After I die, the Zhao Dynasty
I won’t let it go.”
Zhao Hansheng knocked Lin Baisheng away with a palm, and then his body burned with a burst of flames.
Lin Bai looked at Zhao Hansheng coldly, watching the flames on his body burning up his body. At this moment, Zhao Hansheng shouted fiercely: "Kill me, Lin Bai! All the warriors of my Zhao Dynasty will climb up to the poor green and fall into the underworld.
Lin Bai must be killed!"
Bang——
When Zhao Hansheng finished speaking, his body exploded and at the same time, a sound transmission flew through the air towards the Zhao Dynasty.
In the ancestral temple of the Zhao Dynasty, an old eunuch who was guarding the place saw Zhao Hansheng's life tablet broken, and heard Zhao Hansheng's roar before his death. He was so frightened that he ran out of the palace crawling...
While running, he shouted in horror: "It's not good, it's not good, the ancestor is dead, the ancestor is dead..."
Lin Bai watched Zhao Hansheng's body explode and die, and his sword intention kept wandering in the void. After making sure that Zhao Hansheng's spirit had not escaped, he put away Zhao Hansheng's storage bag, then turned and walked away.
"The next ones are Su Lihai and Su Cang!"
Lin Bai swayed and left the place, starting to look for traces of Su Lihai and Su Cang in the Far North Ice Crystal Valley.
After Lin Bai left, several Yang Shen realm experts who were secretly observing came out and looked at the place where Zhao Hansheng died with a look of horror on their faces. Then they glanced at the direction where Lin Bai went and said, "My dear
, Dongfang Bai actually killed all the ancestors of the Zhao Dynasty!"