The Sword Dynasty

The horse-drawn carriage passed through the streets of Changling. The line on Ding Ning's painted wall played a role. The carriage quickly walked out of the downtown area to a farm house on a tributary of the Weihe River.

When the driver on the carriage passed through the streets, he was pushed down by a gentle force under a wall shining by the sun, which seemed like a idler sitting idly under the wall basking in the sun.

Seeing the speed of the carriage moving slowly, the ridicule on the face of the man who had followed the merchants became more and more intense, and there was also a tyrannical, unruly and fierce expression in his eyes. Momentum.

This kind of unspeakable momentum that does not put one country at a time in the eyes, and looking at the world, only a few big inverses can have it.

This man who looks like a trader is naturally Fan Zhuo, one of the true disciples of Yunshui Palace, with his left arm and right arm.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo has naturally seen the intention of the carriage, but in his eyes, the people in the carriage are just looking for their own way.

The number of people who can kill him in Changling is limited, but such people will not exist in two floors.

Even a practitioner who is invited outside two floors will never think that he is from the Yunshui Palace.

But these are just his personal thoughts.

General Sun Qianxue's daily thoughts are extremely simple, but it does not mean that she is stupid.

When the carriage drove into a squatter area where ducks were left by the river and there were no people at this moment, she was sure that the place would no longer be observed by the nearest turret. She thought about Ding Ning's painting again in her mind. The route in the wall, thinking of the route to leave after the shot, only then slowly stopped the carriage, parked between a simple hut.

Fan Zhuo walked into the temporary village along the carriage tracks.

Looking at the blue-yellow or white duck dung exposed under the ice that was crushed by the wagon wheels, his brows were frowned, and he mocked and said: "The location is good, but the environment is too bad."

The long sun Qianxue in the carriage frowned deeply.

She has always had relatively serious cleanliness. Although this is the safest place she has chosen, she still feels very uncomfortable when she hears Fan Zhuo's words.

She decided to leave this place soon.

"Why do you want to kill Wang Taixu? Is it because of Liang Lian?" she asked unusually directly.

"Are you a horseman?" Fan Zhuo was stunned. He did not expect a woman in the carriage, nor did he expect the other person to say such words directly, but he thought that there is no such thing as a strong horseman. Female practitioner, he did not have much vigilance in his heart.

The elder Sun Qingxue shook his head and said unpleasantly: "I asked you questions, not you asked me questions."

She was born in the first old gate valve, and her temperament was extremely cold. At this time, her heart was unpleasant, and her voice naturally carried a chilling chill, and the persecution was high.

Fan Zhuo suddenly sneered, his unrelenting momentum suddenly exploded, and his body seemed to rise suddenly.

"Are you a cold night? Dare to talk to me in such a tone!" He looked at the car with disdain and said: "I'm afraid that you really know my identity, you have to get out of the car and kneel in front of me, begging I don't want to kill you."

"Yunshui Palace is nothing but a sect gate. In the Waixiao Aoshan Forest, it can also occupy the mountain as the king. In Changling, you must know how to hold your tail and be a man."

The elder Sun Qingxue is a Qin person and a former aristocrat. She looked down on foreign practitioners, especially those who had been wiped out of the country. She also sneered and said impatiently: "Since the night policy is cold, you are afraid. , Then you should answer my question well, otherwise I will kill you directly."

Fan Zhuo suddenly sneered on his face.

A dangerous feeling began to pervade him.

Now that he knew the identity of his Yunshui Palace, he dared to lead him here deliberately, and he could hear the meaning of the other party's words, even if Ye Celeng didn't even pay attention to it.

Looking at the entire Changling, of all the female practitioners, who can be stronger than Ye Celing?

Thinking of the noble and unforgettable atmosphere that this woman has been exuding since her voice came out, Fan Zhuo suddenly thought of a possibility, the pupils of her eyes shrunk in disbelief: "Are you Zheng Xiu?"

Zheng Xiu was the most honorable hostess of the Great Qin Dynasty, the Queen of Qin, and she was also the strongest practitioner of the Zheng family.

However, when he heard such a startling sound, the grandson Sun Xuexue in the carriage changed his face and sneered coldly, "Who is this damn woman!"

Fan Zhuo instantly felt ridiculous.

Bitch woman?

Did the other party directly call Queen Zheng Xiu a cheap woman?

And it seemed to be so straightforward.

While feeling extremely ridiculous and incomprehensible, a stronger sense of crisis caused his back to begin to exude a thin layer of sweat beads.

"What the hell are you?"

He took a deep breath and his face became very solemn, staring closely at the carriage, all with fierce air between his eyebrows: "When did you hear that the people of my Yunshui Palace would say under the persecution of the enemy What does the other party want to know?"

The elder Sun Qingxue in the carriage frowned deeper, and she began to feel that she was really not good at doing things other than spiritual practice as Ding Ning said.

But she has always done things simple.

"I didn't want to kill you, but I just met, and I don't want you to kill the two-story person. In that case, I will kill you." So she said.

"The tone is not small."

Fan Zhuo sneered.

His voice was loud and thunderous.

There was also a thunder outside him.

A sword like a stream appeared in his hand.

At the same time, a white cloud suddenly fell in the sky above.

In the middle of the air, this white cloud has completely turned into water, turning into a crystal clear and majestic water flow, just like a real dragon.

The sword in Fan Zhuo's hands turned into a stream of water, chopping towards the carriage.

The dragon-like crystal clear water in the sky also fell from the air towards the carriage.

At the same time, his figure was drawn by the sword and flew towards the frozen river on one side.

His body is also covered with thick water vapor.

In the air, it was like three streams of water flying at the same time.

Fan Zhuo's face was full of anger, but his eyes were cold and quiet.

Although his cultivation is the top quality of the Six Realms, it is one step away from the real Seven Realms. However, the practice methods and methods of fighting against the enemy in the Yunshui Palace are not comparable to those of the general practice. The closer to the water, the Yunshui Palace’s The stronger the practitioner will be.

Although the river is frozen at the moment, he has his own way to turn it into a 10,000-pound stream.

Even if the other party is a practitioner who really surpasses Ye Celin, he is confident to escape from this river.

...

Before the water flow reached, the powerful force had torn the whole car in an instant, pushing the two horses with high heads pulling out.

Chang Sun Qianxue was in the middle of numerous car debris, and his body seemed to be cut by numerous debris instantly.

However, in the eyes of practitioners of her level, the picture at this time almost stopped.

A long blue sword appeared in her hand.

The color of this long sword deepened sharply, turning into a blue-black color, which formed a strong contrast with her fair-skinned complexion. The blue-black color was too deep, so she held the sword as if holding a Nether world.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo flew towards the frozen river to see her face clearly, and saw the sword in her hand.

"Nine Nether Hades sword, you are the grandson..."

He finally reacted completely, and there was a loud noise.

It was at this time that Chang Sun Qianxue had already made his sword.

All the fragments of the car splashing outside her suddenly stopped in the air, turning into countless crystals wrapped in blue ice, and then cracked in the next moment, bursting into countless dust.

The majestic torrent of water falling in the sky quickly froze as she approached a few feet outside her body, quickly turned into azure blue crystals from beginning to end, stagnated in the air, and then crashed to the ground.

Fan Zhuo's natal sword screamed fiercely, but he couldn't stop the spread of the blue ice crystals above.It was completely frozen when she was a few feet in front of her, and was flew away by the force outside Chang Sun Qianxue.

The true element in Fan Zhuo's body burst out like a river and rushed under him.

At this point he had reached the frozen river.

His true elements, like countless waterfalls, hit the ice, causing a strange rhythm.

The entire frozen river thawed instantly.

The icy cold air was forced out of the water by the force, forming countless mercerizing lights, flying towards the extremely high altitude, and spread like a firework.

Boom!

A series of horrible explosions rang out around him.

Countless huge columns of water swelled up around him, and he instantly formed a circle of water walls centered on him.

The river below him did not dry up. It seemed that the current in the distance was attracted in an instant. Instead, a huge water vortex formed under him, and his body would fall into it, borrowing the water to escape. .

Titicaca...

However, at this moment, Fan Zhuo's breathing stopped, and the sound of death was heard in his ears.

Countless huge water columns rushed to change their colors, all turned into blue icicles.

A bit of blue-black sword light penetrated in the center of one of the icicles and stabbed in front of him.

Fan Zhuo's face was pale and bloodless. He screamed loudly and pointed his right hand as a sword. The horror sword was thrust from the palm of his finger, and he wanted to win a trace of time.

However, his right hand instantly lost consciousness and broke off.

A crackling sound.

His entire body popped back, embedded in the icicles behind him.

"The strong Nine Nether Hades sword... I don't think you have such a horrible cultivation."

"It's just that you can't get anything from my mouth. Bai Shanshui will avenge me."

Fan Zhuo's true yuan can no longer flow, but his face is full of grinning.

When such a sound sounded, he seemed to have a unique stream of water rushing from the abdomen to the top of his head.

"puff!"

A white shuilian rushed out of his mouth, and the Yunshui Palace Great Rebellion, however, cut off his breath and no longer had life.