Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

Chapter 245
In Lingzhou of Beihai, the power of death attracts people's desires. A huge force in the western border, Demon Sword Dao, whose master Zhu Tian and the evil god of Zuo Dharma, set foot on Lingzhou of Beihai.

Chao Yizhu and Mu Chengxue appeared to block the barrier, the battle between the top four was unrivaled, and the collision and flow of energy, the hearts of those who fought each other were also shocked.

"The names of the five great legends are indeed true, but the power of death, I am sure I will win today!" With one word, one step, one step, extremely majestic, the earth could not bear the mighty force, and it burst into pieces. He raised his body a few more points, his eyes turned cold, and when he opened his palms, a black light flowed, and the mad gun shot out.

He saw that the spear head and double-headed sharp blades were staggered, the handle was long and blunt, and it was both light and strong. With Zhu Tian's swing, the terrifying coercion swept across, and thousands of snow waves were thrown!
"Master Chao Yi was entrusted by others, what Your Excellency said, there is only one game, offend!"

Ding Gange revealed his sharpness, and facing the hero of the sky, Feng Xuan Yunmian also had an extraordinary and refined attitude, not allowing the Demon Sword Dao to be half a point.

"Then, die!"

The madman's gun moved, Zhutian shouted angrily, and the demon's energy was raised in an instant, and he galloped out in the form of a streamer, killing the person in front of him.

"kill!"

At the same time, the ghost stick used deceitful tricks, the evil god used weapons, turned his palms into magic, and thousands of evil spirits wailed instantly, turning into billowing black mist and approaching Mu Chengxue. Green Shuangfeng turns into Changhong, a thousand miles away!
"Farewell to the crane and the two autumn waters!"

When the extreme move is made, the sky is full of wind and clouds, the water waves are rolling, and the sword energy turns into a big waterfall and falls from the sky.

The evil god moved his body, the spell in his hand exceeded the limit, the evil power shook the sword and waterfall, and the confrontation was extremely extreme.

There was a huge earthquake, the Shuanghua wind swept in, and the remaining power swept across the field, and the two retreated separately.

Just when the battle situation was at a stalemate, outside of the battle situation, He saw swords flying horizontally and horizontally, coming out of nowhere.

Seeing this, Zhu Tian waved his spear with his left hand to block Chao Yizhu, and his right palm condensed his energy to respond to the light of the knife. They met in an instant, becoming two strong at the same time.

At the same time, a figure flashed past, came behind the evil god in an instant, slashed with a sword, and went straight to the vital point.

The evil god is also extraordinary, he reacted and immediately turned around to resist, however, he lacked energy and his moves were weak, he groaned and took several steps back.

"Huh?" Looking at the two people who broke into the battle suddenly, Zhu Tian frowned, "I am drunk, crazy, insane, Jianfeng Yiqingtian, a dead man, unexpectedly gathered so many famous people... The guard, what a man with all-hands-eyes, return Shi Shui Pavilion."

"Hmph!" Ji Buluan let out a disdainful voice, shook his head and said, "Zhu Tian, ​​you brought the Left Protector all the way to Beihai Lingzhou, isn't it because you are afraid that the Xijiang Dynasty will steal your hometown?"

Hearing what Ji Buluan said, there was a hint of disdain on Zhutian's face, "Is it just because of that group of trash?"

Ouyang Jin is the poison leader in Xijiang, and the foundation of Demon Sword Dao is also in Xijiang. Although the two sides don't interfere with each other, they can be regarded as familiar faces.

"When you can defeat Qiongbaji, it won't be too late to say such big words." Insanely taunted.

"Looking for death!" The evil god dared to taunt Zhutian after hearing that he was insane, and immediately became furious and wanted to fight again.

Seeing this, everyone was waiting with respect, but Zhu Tian raised his hand to stop the evil god, and then looked at Pian Buluan and said: "Poor Baji, he's just a martial artist, Pian Buluan, you can just watch it, if you want Before long, the Western Xinjiang Dynasty will be history."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left with the evil god, leaving only a shadow behind them.

"If you can do so well, it's no wonder you can rule the roost in the western border." Master Chao Yi sighed as he watched Zhu Tian go away.

Ji Buluan nodded, "This person is indeed a character, but Qiongbaji and Xijiang Dynasty are not so easy to handle."

"Nowadays, there are more and more people coveting the power of death. I only hope that Mr. Bin can find a solution as soon as possible." A worried look appeared on Chao Yizhu's face.

The appearance of Zhu Tian is just the beginning. With the spread of interested people, more and more people who covet the power of death will inevitably come to Beihai Lingzhou.

"In any case, since this matter is accepted, you should be responsible to the end." Mu Chengxue said firmly.

"This is natural." Master Chao Yi nodded, and then looked at Yi Qingtian, "Isn't Jianfeng going out with... Jun Shiyu and Miao Ruofan? Why?"

"This matter is hard to explain in one word." Yi Qingtian shook her head, clearly unwilling to say more.

Seeing this, the three people beside him couldn't ask any more questions.

And the wind of human desire diffused by the power of death is still spreading to the entire martial arts world.

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"Brother, did you go out?"

Returning to Shi Shui Pavilion, Xuan Tong returned after a long absence, but got the news that Xuan Bin was out.

"Yes." Ye Lanshan nodded and said: "The fourth young master should have heard that because of the power of Shi Yang, returning Shi Shui Pavilion has become a thorn in the side of countless forces, a thorn in the flesh, and the power of Shi Yang has attracted more attention from black and white. Deal with it as soon as possible, the pavilion master has been busy with this matter recently."

Xuantong nodded and said, "I understand, then you can arrange a rest for my friend first."

"Yes." Ye Lanshan ordered to leave.

Xuantong then walked out, and said at the same step: "Brother is out on business, I'm afraid you will have to wait for a while for the certificate you asked for."

"It's okay. On the way to return to Shishui Pavilion, I have heard about the power of death. Returning Shishui Pavilion has become a target of public criticism. It should be natural for the pavilion master to be busy." Yiyi Tianlu said, "But since I have something to ask, Rather, I should do my best, please allow the next guest to live here during this period of time, and do my best to prevent troubles for the Shui Pavilion."

"Don't be so polite."

At this moment, someone from outside the house came to report that there was a Buddha who broke the box to seek Zen, claiming to be from Luyuan Yicheng, and asked to see the owner of the Pavilion of Returning Water.

"Yicheng in Luyuan?" Xuantong heard the words, but he was a little puzzled, when did his elder brother get involved with the Buddhist sect?
The step-by-step Tianlu on the side was explained by Tong Xuantong: "Luyuan Yicheng, the Buddhist sect established by the Nine Realms Buddha Emperor Yuzhixiang, has a detached status within the Buddhist sect. However, the Luyuan was closed many years ago, leaving only a part of it. With the help of foreign contacts, those who can walk outside now must have a good background, so we should see them."

"Well, thank you." Xuantong nodded, although he didn't intend to keep people out, but his friend's friendly reminder still touched his heart.

Then Xuantong looked outside the door and said, "Please bring me in."

"Yes."

After a while, before anyone arrived, the sound of the poem trumpet was heard.

"Xumi Prajna has no emptiness, the way of yin and yang transforms the true and the empty; washes away the former grace and non-appearance, and restores the nine layers of my face."

When Xuan Tong heard the title of the poem, he sensed its aura, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

What a handle, the sword of Buddhism.

(End of this chapter)