The carriage passed through the streets and alleys of Changling, and the lines on Ding Ning's painting played a role. The carriage quickly passed through the downtown area and headed towards a farmhouse on the bank of a tributary of the Wei River.
When the driver on the carriage passed through the street, he was pushed down by a gentle force and fell under a sunlit wall, looking like an idler who had nothing to do and sat under the wall basking in the sun and taking a nap.
Seeing the unhurried speed of the carriage, the sneer on the face of the merchant-looking man who had been following behind became more and more intense, and his eyes began to show a sense of domineering, unspeakable ferocity. momentum.
This kind of unspeakable momentum that seems to ignore a country and a dynasty, looking at the world, can only be possessed by a few rebels.
This man with the appearance of a merchant is naturally Fan Zhuo, one of the true disciples of Yunshui Palace, the right arm of Bai Shanshui.
At this moment, Fan Zhuo has naturally seen the intentional attraction of this carriage, but in his eyes, the people in this carriage are just seeking their own death.
The number of people Changling can kill him is limited, but such people will not exist in the two-story building.
Even the practitioners who were invited two floors away would never think that he was from Yunshui Palace.
It's just that these are just his personal thoughts.
The eldest grandson Qianxue's thoughts are extremely simple on weekdays, but it doesn't mean she is stupid.
When the carriage drove into a shantytown that should have been left by the duck breeders by the river, and there was no one at the moment, she was sure that this place would no longer be observed by the nearest turret, and she thought about Ding Ning's painting again in her mind. The line in the wall, after thinking about the route to leave after the shot, slowly stopped the carriage and parked it among a bunch of shabby huts.
Fan Zhuo walked into this temporary village following the traces of the carriage.
Looking at the blue-yellow or white duck droppings exposed under the ice crushed by the wheels of the carriage, he frowned and said mockingly: "The location is well chosen, but the environment is too bad."
The eldest grandson Qianxue in the carriage also frowned deeply.
She has always had a serious obsession with cleanliness. Although this was the safest place she chose to shoot, she was still extremely uncomfortable hearing Fan Zhuo's words.
She decided to leave this place quickly.
"Why do you want to kill Wang Taixu? Is it because of Liang Lian?" She asked very directly.
"Are you from Bingmasi?" Fan Zhuo was taken aback. He didn't expect that there was a woman in the carriage, and he didn't expect the other party to say such words directly, but he thought that Bingmasi didn't exist as strong as Ye Celeng. As a female cultivator, he didn't feel much vigilance in his heart.
Changsun Qianxue shook her head and said displeasedly, "I am asking you questions, not you asking me questions."
She herself was born in the No. 1 old family, and her temperament is extremely cold. At this time, she was unhappy, and her voice naturally carried a kind of biting chill, high and coercive.
Fan Zhuo suddenly sneered, and his unruly aura burst out, his body seemed to grow taller suddenly.
"Are you Ye Celeng? How dare you speak to me in such a tone!" He looked at the carriage with disdain, and said, "I'm afraid that if you really know my identity, you will get out of the car and kneel in front of me immediately, begging I don't want to kill you."
"Yunshui Palace just fell into the sect, and you can still occupy the mountains and become the king in the Xiaoao Mountain Forest outside. In Changling, you must know how to be a man with your tail between your legs."
The eldest grandson Qianxue is from the Qin Dynasty and a nobleman in the past. She looks down on practitioners from foreign courts, especially those who have been exterminated. , then you should answer my question well, or I will kill you directly."
Fan Zhuo suddenly restrained his face and sneered.
A sinister feeling began to permeate his body.
Now that he already knew his identity in Yunshui Palace, he dared to lure him here on purpose, and he could hear the meaning in the other party's words, that even Ye Ce Leng was not in his eyes at all.
Looking at the entire Changling, among all the female practitioners, who can be stronger than Ye Celeng
Thinking of the noble and invincible aura that this woman has been exuding since she uttered her voice, Fan Zhuo suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and his pupils shrank in disbelief: "Could it be that you are Zheng Xiu?"
Zheng Xiu is the most honorable hostess of the Great Qin Dynasty, the Empress of Great Qin, and she is also the strongest practitioner of the Zheng clan.
However, upon hearing his shock, the face of the eldest grandson Qianxue in the carriage changed, and she coldly scolded: "Who is this bitch!"
Fan Zhuo instantly felt ridiculous.
Bitch
The other party actually directly called Queen Zheng Xiu a bitch
And it seems to be so straightforward.
While feeling extremely absurd and incomprehensible, a stronger sense of crisis made his back begin to seep out a fine layer of sweat.
"Who the hell are you?"
He took a deep breath, his face became extremely solemn, he stared at the carriage, his brows were full of fierceness: "When did you hear that the people in my Yunshui Palace would say under the persecution of the enemy? Tell the other party what they want to know?"
The eldest grandson Qianxue in the carriage frowned even deeper, and she began to feel that she was really, as Ding Ning said, not good at anything other than cultivation.
But she keeps things simple.
"I didn't want to kill you, but I just happened to meet, and I don't want you to kill the person on the second floor. If that's the case, I will kill you." So she said.
"The tone is not small."
Fan Zhuo sneered.
His voice was as loud as thunder.
At the same time, thunder sounded outside him.
A sword like a stream of water appeared in his hand.
At the same time, a white cloud suddenly fell in the sky above.
In the mid-air, the white clouds have all melted into water, turning into a crystal clear and majestic stream, just like a real dragon.
The sword in Fan Zhuo's hand turned into a stream of water and slashed towards the carriage.
The crystal water flow like a dragon in the sky also fell towards the car cover from the sky.
At the same time, his figure flew towards the frozen river on one side as if being pulled by the sword.
His body was also wrapped in thick water vapor.
In the air, it was as if three streams of water were dancing at the same time.
Fan Zhuo's face was full of hostility, but his eyes were cold and serene.
Although his cultivation is at the top of the sixth realm, he is still one step away from the real seven realms, but Yunshui Palace's cultivation techniques and methods of fighting against enemies are not comparable to ordinary sects of practice, and the closer to the water, the more powerful the Yunshui Palace is. Practitioners will be stronger.
Although the river is frozen at this moment, he has his own way to turn it into a torrent of water.
Even if the opponent is a practitioner who truly surpasses Ye Celeng, he is confident to use this river to escape.
…
Before the water flowed, the powerful force instantly tore apart the entire carriage, and the two tall horses pulling the carriage were pushed out.
The eldest grandson Qianxue was in the midst of countless fragments of the carriage, and it seemed that her body was about to be cut into many wounds by countless fragments in an instant.
However, in the eyes of a practitioner of her level, the scene at this time almost stopped.
A dark blue long sword appeared in her hand.
The color of this long sword deepened sharply, turning into blue-black, which formed a strong contrast with her white skin like jade. The blue-black was too deep, so she held the sword as if she was holding a sword. Netherworld.
At this moment, Fan Zhuo, who was flying towards the frozen river, saw her face and the sword in her hand clearly.
"Jiuyou Hades Sword, you are Gongsun..."
He finally came to his senses completely and made a sound in shock.
At this moment, Changsun Qianxue had already drawn out her sword.
All the fragments of the carriage splashed outside her suddenly stopped in the air, turning into countless crystals wrapped in azure blue ice, and then burst apart in the next instant, turning into countless dust that exploded.
The majestic and huge stream of water falling from the sky froze quickly when it was several feet away from her, and rapidly turned into azure blue crystals from the beginning to the end, stagnated in the air, and then crashed to the ground.
Fan Zhuo's natal sword, which flew towards him, screamed shrilly, but it couldn't stop the azure blue ice crystals from spreading. She was completely frozen a few feet in front of her, and was blown away by the force outside Changsun Qianxue.
The true energy in Fan Zhuo's body rushed out like a mighty river, and bombarded under him.
By this time he was on the frozen river.
His true energy hit the ice like countless waterfalls, causing strange rhythms.
The entire frozen river thawed instantly.
The icy cold air was forcefully forced out of the water flow, forming countless strands of silky light, which flew to extremely high altitudes and spread out like fireworks.
Boom boom boom!
A series of terrifying explosions sounded around him.
Countless huge water jets blasted upwards around his body, instantly forming several circles of water walls with him as the center.
The river below him did not dry up, as if the water flow in the distance was attracted to him in an instant, instead, a huge water vortex formed under his body, and his body was about to fall into it, using the water to escape .
clack clack clack...
However, at this moment, Fan Zhuo's breathing stopped, and it was as if he heard the sound of death in his ears.
The countless huge water columns that rushed up changed color, and all turned into azure blue icicles.
A bit of blue-black sword light penetrated through the center of one of the icicles, stabbing in front of him.
Fan Zhuo's face was so pale that there was no blood. He let out a snarl, and pointed his right hand together as a sword. The terrifying sword intent pierced out from between his fingers and palms, trying to buy a little time.
However, his right hand instantly lost consciousness and broke off.
snapped.
His whole body popped back, embedded in the icicle behind him.
"What a powerful Nine Nether Hades Sword... I never thought you would have such a terrifying cultivation."
"It's just that you can't get anything from me, Bai Shanshui will avenge me."
Fan Zhuo's true energy could no longer flow, but his face was full of grinning.
When such a sound sounded, there seemed to be a unique water flow in his body rushing from his abdomen to the top of his head.
"puff!"
A white streak of water rushed out of his mouth, but this Yunshui Palace Da Ni lost his breath and was no longer alive.