The tentacles receded, the old Sect Master disappeared, swallowed up his severed hand, and now it is actually glowing. The powerful aura is continuously released from the hands, the vastness seems to be facing the sea, representing an incredible realm.
Is this the strength of Imperial Swordsman? Han Zhengyang took a deep breath, raised his hand and shook it forward!
Snapped-
The severed hand held him in an instant, and the tentacle drilled out again, wrapping around Han Zhengyang's palm, and the flesh and blood quickly rotted where it touched.
His face turned pale, and there were large beads of sweat on his forehead. Han Zhengyang didn't move, watching these tentacles rot away and melt into them little by little.
"what!"
In Han Zhengyang's mouth, he let out a roar of pain, and a black texture appeared under the skin of his neck, spreading all the way up, and finally all over his face.
His eyes became scarlet at this moment, and in the struggle and fear, the meaning of rage and destruction poured out.
"Do not!"
"It's not like this!"
Han Zhengyang staggered, trying to tear off the severed hand, but it had melted into flesh and blood and became one with him. The desire to destroy hit his mind, and his consciousness continued to blur. He had already predicted that his final outcome would be controlled by a severed hand, and he would become a walking dead who only knew how to kill and destroy.
But why is this so
The Frost Sword Sect has been guarding for countless years, waiting for the opportunity for countless years, just to get the Sealed Artifact and break through the limit of Heaven and Man on Jian Xiu.
But in the end, we waited for such an ending.
"I can not be reconciled!"
Han Zhengyang let out a final shrill roar, fell to the ground with a "bang", his body twitched twice from time to time, and the roar of flesh and blood from his body could be clearly heard.
After a while, Han Zhengyang's body floated from the ground on its own. The black texture on his face has now disappeared, but the pair of eyes are a bit scarier than before.
It is like an abyss of blood prison, representing endless destruction, which can devour everything between heaven and earth.
Raising his left hand, he glanced down, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. This carrier is not bad, the only pity is that it is actually a man.
Frowning, Han Zhengyang raised his hand to dig down, and with the sound of "crackling", the blood immediately dyed the lower body robes red.
Han Zhengyang's face remained unchanged, he exhaled and his brows stretched out, which made him feel much more comfortable.
After wiping a couple of hands on his chest, he stepped out, bleeding all the way, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the ground.
After leaving the cave, Han Zhengyang flicked his sleeves and unraveled the great formation outside the mountain. The Frost Sword Sect Jianxiu, who had already been in chaos, was rushing like ants on a hot pot outside Jianfeng.
Seeing the sword formation unraveled, his face was overjoyed, but in the next moment, he fell into a rigid state.
At first glance, they saw fourteen corpses outside the Sword Peak, with expressions of extreme pain, and they had fallen to the ground and turned into mummified corpses. Looking at their clothes, it was the fourteen elders whose soul lights suddenly went out in the Ancestral Master Hall.
Then, I saw it again, the Sect Master, whose lower body was bleeding profusely, and whose eyes were as red as hell, was staring at them with a strange smile.
"Sect... Sect Master... What happened?" An elder of the Sword Sect who survived by chance said with a pale face.
Han Zhengyang smiled slightly, "Benzong is a little hungry. I will fill my stomach with them, but unfortunately I haven't eaten enough yet. What do you think I should do?"
The elder's eyes widened, his face full of anger, "The sect master is enchanted! Everyone, leave Jianfeng immediately..." He only had time to say half of his words.
puff-
The sound of tearing flesh was clearly heard in everyone's ears, and Han Zhengyang's figure appeared in front of the elder with a beating heart in his hand.
Fresh blood spurted out from the wound on the chest on the opposite side, soaking Han Zhengyang's body, and the blood dripped down the corner of his clothes.
Raising his hand, he took a hard bite. Han Zhengyang chewed it sweetly, with a satisfied look on his face. A beating heart fell into the abdomen in just three mouthfuls.
"Ah! Run away!"
"Sect Master is crazy!"
"Quick, open the sword formation and block the main peak!"
Frost Sword Sect is in chaos.
Han Zhengyang licked the corner of his mouth, stained with blood, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, with a "snack" sound of the Frost Sword Sect, completely blocking the inside and outside.
"What are you running for? I haven't eaten enough yet, you all come here!"
With a grin, Han Zhengyang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a Frost Sword Sect Jianxiu fell directly into his hands. A bite on his neck, "gudong" and "gudong" swallowed between the throats, this sword cultivator who screamed in pain, after a few breaths, became a mummified corpse.
Throwing it away, he reached out and grabbed another sword cultivator, repeating the previous action.
"My Frost Sword Sect, the painstaking efforts of the ancestors of all dynasties, were destroyed today!"
"Han Zhengyang, wake up! Otherwise, you will be the eternal sinner of the Frost Sword Sect!"
"The sect master is completely crazy, ask for help, quickly ask the sword master for help!"
After devouring more than a dozen sword cultivators in a row, Han Zhengyang threw away the mummified corpse with a cheerful smile on his face. That's right, this is the taste, the mourning and screaming of the sword cultivators, combined with the sweet and delicious flesh and blood, is simply a great enjoyment.
But the efficiency of doing so is too low.
Han Zhengyang opened his blood-red eyes, swept across the Frost Sword Sect, the sword cultivators who had nowhere to escape, and revealed a strange smile.
"Today, none of you can escape!"
He raised his hand, opened his arms, and countless blood-colored sword shadows flew out of his body, chasing and killing the fleeing Frost Sword Sect Jianxiu.
puff-
A sword cultivator was pierced by the sword shadow in his chest. In an instant, his whole body was plundered with all his flesh and blood, turned into a mummified corpse, and fell heavily to the ground. The sword shadow that broke out of the chest was obviously more solid, and the scarlet became deeper and deeper.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Eat, eat!"
"Babys, all the sword cultivators in front of you are your sacrifices!"
Han Zhengyang laughed wildly, echoing in the heaven and earth.
…
Outside the Sword Prison.
The sword breath erupted like a tide, and the face of Dongshan Sword Master, whose face was sinking like water, suddenly changed.
After a little hesitation, he turned his hand and took out a piece of communication jade slip, and the divine sense penetrated into it.
The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, revealing a sense of horror.
Glancing at Qin Yu, Sword Master Dongshan turned around and left, instantly turning into a sword shadow and rushing into the sky. This scene made all the sword cultivators outside the Sword Prison, who were looking forward to the apex of the avenue, almost broke their waists.
If it weren't for the strength of Sword Master Dongshan and his bad temper, he would have been yelling at him now. What does the dog mean? We have been waiting here for so long, and these emotions have been brewing, you can leave without saying hello!
Of course, the truth has just been said, just think about it.
All the sword cultivators knew very well that Sword Master Dongshan's complexion changed drastically, and he left without hesitation. There must have been a major incident.
But now in Yanran Mountain, is there anything more important than the loss of control of the sword prison? After this made everyone's heart messy, a heavy feeling was born again.
Hmm... From just now, the direction of the Sword Master Dongshan seems to be the location of the Frost Sword Sect.
And since the opening of the Sword Prison, the Frost Sword Sect has not even a heavyweight sword cultivator, which is not normal in itself.
Could it be that something happened to Frost Sword Sect
This thought just flashed through the minds of everyone, and the sound of swords breaking through the air, "Boom Rumble" sounded above the head, like countless thunders exploded.
The speed of lightning all the way distorts and splits the space, forming a straight trace that is visible to the naked eye.
"Hunyuan Sword Master!"
"Yes, only Hunyuan Sword Art can open up space passages and achieve the purpose of fast rushing."
"What's the situation?"
Without waiting for everyone, from the scene where the sword master of Hunyuan quickly passed by, the sword sounded again. This time, it was a faint purple that instantly penetrated the sky above the head and disappeared without a trace.
In terms of movement, it is not as good as Sword Master Hunyuan, but the speed is a little faster. Even after a long distance, I can still feel the sharp sword breath released from it.
"Purple Fantasy Sword Master!"
Outside the sword prison, there was a dead silence.
The three sword masters rushed to the location of the Frost Sword Sect at the same time, coupled with the eagerness and anxiety they showed.
Something has happened, something must have happened!
Qin Yu raised his head and looked at the three sword masters, his eyes flickering slightly in the direction they were going.
is her!
Although they didn't have much contact, it was considered that they had only met once, but the nephrite jade was full of warmth and fragrant, and they held each other for a while. Qin Yu was still somewhat familiar with Feifei's breath.
Although it was far away, this breath was so tyrannical and violent now that he still noticed some traces.
"Rourou, I know you're here. What's going on? Now that I have time, please explain quickly."
Qin Yu lowered his voice.
After a short pause, a calm voice sounded in his ears, "The big white goose... Well, it's Bai Feifei, she is taking revenge now."
Qin Yu raised his eyebrows, "Continue."
Rou Rou said lightly: "You should already know that there is no emperor sword cultivator in this world, and the threshold of heaven and man is like a scorpion, which keeps all sword cultivators out. And Bai Feifei, it is this scorpion that exists. worldly reasons."
Qin Yu raised his hand and rubbed his brows. He didn't say anything, and he said a lot. There are too many things in these few words. Bai Feifei is her real name. As for the big white goose... Qin Yu's mind flashed, and the dazzling scene of Bai scolded him for death, and quickly suppressed it.
It is not a secret that Jianxiu's Avenue to Heaven was cut off in front of the Gate of Heaven and Man. But the root cause is actually because of Bai Feifei, which is very scary.
"Can you explain in more detail?"
Rourou-Dao: "Simply put, some people from a long time ago killed Bai Feifei at a great price in order to break the sword repair... Well, this statement is not accurate, because Bai Feifei had no way to be killed at that time. Died. So, she was dismembered and suppressed in this world, in different places."
"Back then, it was me who was in charge of suppressing her broken hand. I chose the place in Yanran Mountain and started Kaitian Sword Sect, and let them guard the seal for generations. Later, I didn't pay much attention to this matter. You'll find out later."
Qin Yu rubbed his face hard, thinking that your way of narration, the time span is large enough, it is too sloppy. However, the things that Rourou gave are really quite a lot. For example, she admitted the relationship between Kaitian Sword Sect and her.
A bullshit impostor, the ancestors of the mountain are all here, and his identity as the successor of the Kaitian Sword Sect is of course too real to be real.
"The Frost Sword Sect..."
Rourou-dao: "Back then, when they suppressed Bai Feifei's broken hand, they also did their best and noticed some problems."
Qin Yu said: "So this time the sword prison went out of control, it was done by the Frost Sword Sect, and the purpose was to get the sealed item in the core layer of the sword prison, that is, to cut off the hand?"
Rourou-dao: "It's okay to say that." She also contributed to it, but Qin Yu probably didn't like it very much. She did these things.
The meat is not mentioned.
But in fact, Qin Yu noticed something, there was a trace of complexity on his face, and he sighed, "I now suspect that the Frost Sword Sect's catastrophe today was also your deliberate flaw."
Flesh is silent.
And silence, at this moment, represents the default.
At that time, Bai Feifei was suppressed and dismembered, which caused a great impact and deterrence to the longevity species. Rou Rou deliberately made the ancestor of the Frost Sword Sect, who participated in this matter, aware of the existence of the severed hand and the meaning of it. Just hope that in the future, perhaps through them, Bai Feifei's broken hand can be released.
After all, compared to the internal struggle between the Changsheng species, the confrontation between heaven and earth is the real terror.
Qin Yu smiled wryly, he suddenly felt that he was still too tender, and it might take tens of thousands of years for others to make a plan. For example, the Frost Sword Sect, who suffered this catastrophe today, I am afraid that when the sect is destroyed, it is still unknown who has calculated it.
It's terrifying!
"I'm going to be a little confused now, just say it, what should I do next?"
Rou Rou's tone was calm, "Return the tide and be the savior of Yan Ran Mountain."