Captured by the sword intent, Dou Lingzhen's heart almost stopped beating for an instant, and he was extremely horrified. My whole body felt cold and frozen.
Until the gray-white sword stabbed right in front of his eyes. Dou Lingzhen's eyes regained a little focus. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly and spat out a mouthful of blood. The qi and blood in the body were boiling and boiling, as if a fire was burning, driving away the coldness. Anger surges like a volcano erupting!
"What a sneaky thing, Taiji Dinghuandao, go to hell!"
The sword energy exploded and filled the cave. A total of 300,000 kilograms of force was concentrated on the knife. As he stepped forward, the entire hole shook. Countless amounts of sand fell again, as if a collapse was imminent.
This sword swing is enough to split mountains and crack rocks! The entire four feet was filled with earthy yellow aura.
No matter what kind of evil magic he uses or what kind of sword intent he has, he is confident that he can cut it into pieces with force!
However, Zong Shou's figure seemed to be insubstantial, approaching like a ghost. A sword thrust out is like thrusting out from the netherworld and does not exist in this world.
A 'ding' sound struck the seven-ring giant sword in his hand, and sparks exploded. The sword, which was as high as a second-level spiritual weapon, actually opened a huge gap, and Dou Lingzhen felt that all his strength seemed to be out of control. The blade of the sword was frustrated and raised, and it was slashed to the side without his control.
The figure of the half-demon boy was like a leaf, gently drifting away, and the death energy around him became more and more intense.
Dou Lingzhen felt dazed for a while. At this moment, he really felt horrified. He raised his head and looked over again. The next moment, he was attracted by the eyes of the half-demon boy. I saw that the narrow phoenix eyes were also filled with gray and white air at this moment, without any human emotion, and were extremely indifferent. It was as if the God of Death was looking down from above with a sickle in his hand.
For a moment, Dou Lingzhen had no idea of escaping and gave up hope of survival.
He could not avoid this sword, nor could he dodge it. It seemed that his death had been destined from the moment the sword was drawn out.
Not only could the seven-ringed sword in his hand and the energy and blood in his body no longer be controllable, but traces of gray-white death energy spread from the blade into his body.
The coldness was so cold that it cut off all vitality in him. Even though he tried his best, he could not get rid of it.
At this moment, the situation of the two innate martial arts masters in front also came into his eyes. Dou Lingzhen couldn't help but let out a hiss and took a breath of air.
"What the hell kind of evil technique is this! What a weird swordsmanship. Is this person a human or a ghost! Which branch of the Demon Sect does he come from? Could it be that I saw it wrong before? This is really the rumored double-veined person. His body is equivalent to that of the Crown Prince Qian Tianshan who is like a useless person?"
As soon as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zong Shou's figure stopped retreating. A sword moved forward, suddenly dodging. Directly between his eyebrows, there was no blood, and it was as light as a ghost passing by him.
As soon as the figure swept over, it was more than tens of feet away, and the sword light spread out. Within a few breaths, several secret martial artists were also struck by the gray shadow of the sword.
Without innate strength, these people's vitality disappears a few minutes faster, and they are gray and rotten in an instant.
And Ming Jue, who was standing behind everyone, could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. With a roar, he suddenly drove up a disc. The figure flew into the air and fled quickly into the distance.
However, Zong Shou did not pursue him. There was a flash of silver light in his sleeve, and a flying knife came out from his sleeve. Dozens of times faster than his figure. In a flash, he was already behind Ming Jue.
Ming Jue was suddenly covered in cold sweat and hurriedly rushed to the side and turned to another fork in the road. Just when he thought that the death crisis had been temporarily avoided, the light of the knife suddenly turned and struck directly.
"The mind is locked and the flying knife changes direction! How is it possible?"
Ming Jue cursed, and another golden bead popped out of his sleeve, turning into a golden film. But at this moment, the knife shadow suddenly disappeared, as if it had turned into several bites. It was so powerful that it passed through the golden barrier and pierced his throat. The sharp force of the knife still continued unabated, pushing his entire body back, and then directly nailed him to the dome wall above.
Ming Jue was completely desperate, the energy on the knife was frantically destroying the veins in his body. Blood vessels burst and blood gushes out. Although people are not dead yet, they no longer have any chance of life. I felt confused and shocked in my heart.
"How could this sword contain the Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Intent? And that man's sword, how could it be so terrifying? Could it be that it is also a member of the Demon Sect? Why haven't I heard of it before? I know clearly, is it possible? It’s hateful to die here—”
But at this moment, there was dead silence in that scene.
Those secret martial artists were not dead, but they could no longer speak out. They could only watch the changes in their companions around them in horror.
The demon slaves were also stunned and stunned. They stared at the scene in front of them and couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Chuxue was extremely curious in her heart, what happened and why was the cave so quiet.
He wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't want to go against Zong Shou's wishes, so he could only grimace and feel extremely distressed.
Among the crowd, only Dou Lingzhen could still move. He turned around with all his strength, and stared at the white-haired and white-robed figure who stood out among the crowd with his long sword held upside down with his gradually dimmed eyes.
"Who are you exactly? Where did the swordsmanship just now come from?"
He knew that he had no hope of survival, and just wanted to know who killed him. Where did the strange swordsmanship that took his life come from
Zong Shou's expression remained indifferent, and his face became paler. Only the inside of his eyes regained a little warmth. After a while, Dou Lingzhen showed a look of disappointment in his eyes. Only then did you sigh: "Didn't you already know my identity? As for this swordsmanship, I call it Styx -"
"The Styx Death Sword?"
Dou Lingzhen looked startled, then laughed wildly. The River Styx tells death. Sure enough, the River Styx meets and the sword comes out to tell death!
When this young man used this sword technique, he was destined to die.
But he was unwilling to give in. There were countless beauties and fine wines waiting for him to enjoy in the magnificent city. With this second-level spiritual stone vein, even if he could only get 20% of the output, it would be enough to support him in recruiting troops and expanding his army to conquer the world.
Why would you want such a monster? Yunxia Mountain is also harmful to people. With the swordsmanship of this prince, more than ten years later, who else in Yunlu to the east can match it? Isn't it even more terrifying than that Zong Weiran
Even if he didn't meet him this time, he would probably die by this man's sword when he took action in a few days.
It feels like the last trace of life and the last strength are leaving the body. Dou Lingzhen took a deep breath and suddenly looked up to the sky and cursed.
"Oh my God, you are so fucking deceptive! You deliberately want me to die in the hands of this monster, I****-"
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Dou Lingzhen. Although he hates and despises this person, he also has a bit of resentment towards this God's will. Listening to Dou Lingzhen's curses makes him feel quite relieved.
Suddenly startled, Zong Shou turned his head suddenly and saw Chu Xue behind him, who had already opened his eyes. He was staring blankly at the scene in front of him. Looking at the corpses in front of me, they were rotting, withering, and finally turning into sand and dust, collapsing. And when he looked at Zong Shou, there was both disbelief and fear in his eyes.
Zong Shou gave a wry smile, this girl couldn't hold it back after all. He knew that this situation had a huge impact on people's hearts. Even Chuxue, who had experienced bloodshed and killings, could hardly bear it.
He looked at his hands again and saw that the gray air had long since dissipated. The cold power around him also retreated a few breaths ago.
But his hands were still pale. Although the death energy did not enter his body, it still had an impact on his body.
If you look closely, you can see that the skin has aged to the point where it is close to middle age. Fortunately, the skin is already peeling off at the moment. It is estimated that it will be restored in three days.
This is the price of using the Styx Death Sword. With his current cultivation level, every half-quarter of an hour he uses it will reduce his lifespan by one month.
The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the gathered dark power and death energy, and the more life is consumed. Even the Heavenly Martial Sect, which can live for thousands of years, cannot bear it.
But these are secondary, and the real cost is not here. Whenever he uses the inner secret of the Styx Death Sword, his emotions will become a little indifferent. The more you accumulate, the more you will become a person without any emotions.
What Chu Xue said makes sense. Things are not good or bad in themselves. If you use them to be good, they will be good, and if you use them to be evil, they will be evil.
But if the attack method itself can affect a person's temperament, it will only be a tragedy. This is the essence of magic and evil arts—
In his previous life, it took him a long time to regain his normal emotions.
This set of swordsmanship is harmful to Tianhe—
If possible, he would never want to use it in his life. She didn't even want Chu Xue to see him looking like a human but not a human being, a charmer but not a charmer.
With a sigh, Zong Shou put away the Thunder Tooth Sword again. At this moment, Xiao Jin seemed to be affected by the death energy, and his whole body was frozen.
Zong Shou was busy injecting real energy to warm up Xiao Jin's body. Then Chu Xue said with eyes full of ecstasy and admiration: "Master, when you have white hair, you are so handsome and cool!"
Chuxue learned the word "cool" from Zong Shou, but she didn't know what it meant. But at this moment, I can only think of these two words to describe my young master.
I was thinking about that white hair, it would be best if it came back unchanged. Just see Zong Shou's hair. It had started from the beginning of a bun, and in a blink of an eye, it turned black again.
Zong Shou was dumbfounded and snorted coldly. Looking at the demon slaves again, their expressions turned cold again.
The girl from the Demonic Raccoon Clan has long since lost her life. Having been drained of all his essence by that Ming Jue, he could only last a few breaths.
The situation of the others was equally horrifying, with little bloody bugs emerging from their mouths, noses, and ears.
What's even more depressing is that these people have almost no feeling at all.
Zong Shou's heart sank slightly and became cold. This is the method of the Demon Flag Sect, and he should not have any hope.
The only thing I can think of is to get these people out of trouble as soon as possible.