Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

Chapter 238
Beihai Lingzhou, even with the blessing of the power of Death Yang, was unable to turn back against the trend. In the last fight, the power of Death Yang detonated, and the four of Xuan Bin were severely injured, and Haotian's body fell to the ground, In the sky above Lingzhou, the blood mist formed by the power of death also gradually dissipated.

"This person..." Master Chao Yi dragged Tianchuang's body, stepped forward to test it a little, and said, "There is still a little breath."

"That's enough." Xuan Bin coughed softly twice, counterattacked with all his strength, even if the four of them joined forces to stop them, the injuries they suffered were extraordinary.

Haotian still has one breath left, which is good news, Xuan Bin has no intention of killing all the souls before Moshi's head is not killed.

Mo Shi's brain is immortal, and his demon soul is immortal. If the demon soul of Thousand Faces Allah turns light into darkness, it will be a real trouble for Xuan Bin.

"Get ready to leave, clean up the mess." Xuan Bin grabbed Haotian and prepared to leave the battlefield.

And in the distance, seeing that the battle was over, Tai Xuezhu squinted his eyes, and the power of the god of death was ready to unleash, intending to kill the four people who were seriously injured in one blow.

However, at this moment, the earth-shattering sword cut across the void, but seeing the sky and the earth, a sword pierced through the sky, dazzling, even Xuan Bin and the others could sense it.

"That's it?" Master Chao Yi clearly sensed the extraordinary power on the sword.

Xuan Bin laughed lightly, "Nothing, let's go."

Not bad, the power of the god of death intensified again, and finally wiped out the sword completely.

"Reaper, I'm not interested in answering with others." While speaking, Tai Xuezhu stepped on his feet and stepped forward, "Since you are blocking me, then, let's fight!"

The words came out, and a moment later, He saw Wan Jian volleying in the air, and a slovenly old man with a stick in his hand, chanting poems, stepped forward.

Forced to retreat with his master, Tai Xuezhu did not take advantage of the situation to chase, but stood on the spot and said in a cold voice, "Use your Qiongxiao Piming Sword, otherwise you will have no chance before death."

As the power of the god of death circulated, the Hunhun Kung Fu swayed sharply, and a jet of black palm wind enveloped the palm, and even the sky and the earth were dimmed.

At the same time, in the mountains adjacent to Lingzhou in Beihai, an old and unbearable figure looked at the light and shadow of the sword aura above the sky, and a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

The destructive power shook the whole field, and the Taixue master who was directly attacked faced the two moves of the peerless sword, retreated several steps, and a sword light pierced through the body, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling vermilion.

The Tai Xuezhu's reaction was a bit faster than Xuan Bin and the others. Feeling the strong sword intent, the Tai Xuezhu turned his palms to meet him without turning his head!
"boom!"

Started the battle with one word, and ordered the master to look down, raise his right hand, and use the wooden stick in his hand as a sword, to meet the killing palm!
The first moves were connected, and it was difficult to distinguish Xuanzhen. The Taixue master moved his left palm again, and the power of the god of death flourished. Suddenly, black clouds swept over the battlefield between the two of them, accompanied by thunder, fire and lightning, as if the sky was angry and punished the world.

"is it?"

"What?" Master Ming asked in confusion.

"Holding ten thousand swords in one's body is not only compatible with yin and yang, good and evil, but also can be used together. An extraordinary sword, an extraordinary person, Xuan Bin, the first opponent you found for me, I am very satisfied."

In an instant, Tai Xuezhu bullied Master Ming again, and ordered Master to block the move with his palm, but he felt a huge force, and the whole person suddenly retreated.

He ordered Master to use the stick in his hand instead of the three-foot Qingfeng, and move up and down, not inferior to Tai Xuezhu under the blessing of the power of death.

Tai Xuezhu, it really came...

"Since you have the intention to hide your moves, there is no need to use them."

"Jiandian Master Ming." Tai Xuezhu held his hand behind his back, and revealed his identity indifferently.

"Reaper kills!"

"This sword intent, this sword breath, this style of sword move, an extraordinary swordsman."

Seeing this, the master ordered his expression to freeze, he stepped back a hundred steps, and then replaced the sword with a wooden stick, with the same luck, the sword's intention reached directly to the sea of ​​clouds.

When the killing palm arrived, Master Ming's expression didn't change, he drew back and retreated, a hundred steps away, with his cane raised high, several sword qi had already been cut down!

"It's worth letting the god of death hear your name." Tai Xuezhu said coldly with his hands behind his back.

Hearing this, Master Ming shook his head, "Sword of Confucian martyrs, if you see you degenerate like this, you will only be disappointed."

He ordered his master to sigh when he heard the words, "It's an old acquaintance, and I only persuade the old man to turn back in time."

What surprised the two of them even more was that the attack of this move engulfed both of them.

"Challenge the god of death, swordsman, you miscalculated what you can do!"

A hundred swords leave the body, the terrifying sword pressure screams and gallops, the world's best sword moves, and the world's best swordsmanship.

Hearing the words, Tai Xuezhu smiled, "Since we are talking about turning back, why don't you let the chivalrous scholars turn back without a trace."

"Since you want to take a look at Qiongxiao Piming, then come, the peerless third sword Baichuan Jianlang!"

"not bad!"

"Tai Xuezhu, Dian Feng Que." Master Ming looked at the black-robed man in front of him, frowning slightly, "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true."

The three strokes met at one place, and their completely different powers collided with each other.

With a distance of a hundred steps, their eyes met each other, and Xia Feng at the side realized that it was difficult for her to move even a little bit. It was nothing but because of the oppressive aura of this old man, it was hard for her to move a little bit.

Footsteps are stepped again, sword moves are used again, masters compete, extreme decisions, change, fast, strange, ruthless, subtle moves, extraordinary moves.

The sky seems to be lost, and at the same time, Baichuan Jianlang descends through the sky, and the killing of the god of death brings about a change in the situation.

"Who can tell if it's true or not?" Tai Xuezhu said disdainfully, "Why, you also want to try the power of Death God?"

Tai Xuezhu responded with his hands behind his back, and the sword energy pierced through the air, but it was the true body protection condensed by the power of the indestructible god of death.

"Shijiu Jiangnan sword body, eyes frightened and imaginary ink with innocence. Who is not right? There are more people in the world."

Fighting for more than ten moves, Tai Xuezhu shook his head lightly, said coldly, flipped his palms and dropped the move, the power increased by a few points, and it was a very good move!

At this moment, not far from the battlefield, the clouds were surging, and an ancient and unparalleled sword intent suddenly rose, which attracted the attention of Master Ming and Tai Xuezhu.

The sword of Qiongxiao, the power of the god of death, two equally unparalleled powers collided fiercely, the world's colors changed, and the situation was also disturbed.

On the other side, after the impact of the aftermath, he ordered the master to step back half a step, and the hand holding the stick was also stained with vermilion.

Among the three, only Jian Zong, who made a sudden attack and was not the main target of the two, was able to survive the three-stroke confrontation safely.

But even so, the urging of the ultimate move also made his old and unbearable body more and more overwhelmed. After panting violently, he also vomited out a mouthful of scarlet.

"It's just a pity that I can't fight this person quickly." Jianzong looked at the direction of Master Ming and shook his head in the distance, "There are so many swordsmen in the world, Master Ming, Chang Ri Kun, remember you gone."

(End of this chapter)