The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 183 Ice and Snow, Dealing for a Long Time

At the touch of a hair.

After all, old man Sheyang has lived a long time, even though he is not as strong as Luo Xiaoyu now, but he has a lot of things in his hands, and he also deeply understands a truth:
Drag it, drag it on, and you will win.

Therefore, even without the assistance of spirit beasts, the old man Sheyang tried his best to use all kinds of magic weapons to resist Luo Xiaoyu's attack.

In such a short time, the many spells in his hand were almost exhausted.

The old man Sheyang was full of anxiety.

……

Jian Baisan was outside, together with Gong Ling, fighting the Chilian Snake.

Even if there is no longer the old man Snake Yang suddenly appearing in the shadow under its feet, this guy is not easy to deal with.

Not to mention that now, the scene on top of Jinpeng was extremely chaotic.

The old man Sheyang brought quite a few people, but definitely not as many disciples as the main sect of the Beast Controlling Sect.

——He thought that Jian Baisan would be obedient, but she didn't.

The guardian formation is closed, and others can freely enter and leave Jinpengding, which symbolizes that the disciples of the Beast Control Sect are also free to come and go.

Therefore, from the very beginning, many disciples and elders who received the news came with their swords——

"Disciples from other sects invade the sect, kill them!"

While Jian Baisan was in a hurry, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall man, holding an epee, fighting with several Xiaoliu Cave people.

Its strength is strong, not long after, the two people who besieged him were killed and the other injured.

The naked, corporeal soul fled in all directions.

Jian Baisan remembered him, he was the law enforcement elder who tried her back then.

In a blink of an eye, there were already people from Xiaoliu Cave, with corpses everywhere.

And more and more disciples watched Xiaoliudong's people monitoring their movements in the sky gradually disappear, and there were fewer and fewer people, and finally found a breakthrough.

As Jin Yinyu flew up, with an unparalleled sharp palm, she rushed into the vast sky first, and many disciples followed closely behind her.

Holding the sword, he galloped away in one breath.

——Escape if you can!
Not to flee to the sect, but to flee to the sect.

Xiaoliu Cave is one of the eight great sects, a colossus that cannot be provoked. Now that it has come to the center of the Beast Controlling Sect, who would believe that this small sect, the Beast Controlling Sect, can persist in their hands?

What's more, the purpose of the old man Sheyang is to hand over the Zongmen.

But what the disciples want is by no means the Beast Control Sect under Xiaoliudong.

Not at all.

Even, I don't think it's the Beast Controlling Sect of Old Man Sheyang.

He used it as an apprentice, and the high chair placed at the top had been split in half by some disciple during the struggle, and the finely carved upper half fell to the ground, and was trampled into sawdust by the spirit beast.

And the battle between Gong Ling and Jian Baisan has come to an end.

Gong Ling's water curtain can slow down the speed of Chi Lian Snake, Jian Baisan's main attack, the sharp good cause has pierced its eyeballs.

Now, it's blind.

The little crab on Gong Ling's shoulder "clicked" its pincers twice again, and the red snake's body froze.

Jian Baisan fluttered his wings and shouted, "Rhubarb!"

The ground under Da Huang's feet was slightly purple, but in a short while, a thick thunder column rose into the sky.

Jian Baisan took advantage of its stiffness, folded its wings, and fell straight down from the sky, with both sabers pointing downwards.

Blue Leopard · Piercing Cloud!

Gong Ling panted from the side while looking at Jian Baisan's figure.

This is a knife like an arrow.

She looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt a slight stabbing pain in front of her eyes. In a trance, she even thought that it was a thunder arrow glowing with purple light whizzing away.

Taking a closer look, it was clearly still a white light.

Gong Ling was terrified.

Jian Baisan's saber has become a "living saber", and her saber technique has the intent of a saber.

This knife pierced Chilian Snake's seven inches straight.

Even Jian Baisan's elbow was deeply stuck in its wound.

Jian Baisan withdrew his saber, Chilian Snake fell to the ground with a bang, splashing dust all over the place.

Jian Baisan and Gong Ling looked into the small water curtain space at the same time.

……

"Your spirit beast is dead." Luo Xiaoyu said while attacking non-stop, "Are you happy?"

The old man Sheyang tried his best to resist, and had no time to answer.

But while resisting, the old man Sheyang suddenly felt that Luo Xiaoyu's attack had become weaker.

He looked up at Luo Xiaoyu again, and found that his expression didn't change, as if he didn't notice that he was "weakened".

And this can only prove one thing - the time for a stick of incense is coming!
Holding the sword, the old man Sheyang lifted his spirits.

As time passed, I saw that Luo Xiaoyu's face was like gold paper, he was getting more and more powerless, and his attack speed was getting faster and faster.

With the next sword strike, the old man Sheyang aimed at the opening, raised his sword and slashed!
The sword edge, full of spiritual power, chopped off Luo Xiaoyu's left arm.

Luo Xiaoyu's thin lips trembled, and he attacked again with the severed arm that fell to the ground without caring.

But how can a knife-wielder who has lost an arm, and whose strength is gradually losing strength, compete with a real Jindan powerhouse?
I saw that Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaogangpao were almost retreating steadily, his aura became weaker and weaker, and then dropped to the elementary level of Jindan.

Luo Xiaoyu lost a lot of blood, he was unsteady, and fell off the fish's back staggeringly, the gold pattern on his back was stained with dust and blood.

The old man Sheyang walked slowly with a sword in hand, expressionless.

Luo Xiaoyu vomited a mouthful of blood and smiled.

"What are you not going to say?" Luo Xiaoyu asked, "Before you kill me?"

"You shouldn't be provocative today." The old man Sheyang approached him and looked at him, "You and I are not without a teacher-student relationship. When I sit on the position of suzerain, you will also ascend to heaven. Otherwise, do you think you have fallen for someone else?" Light? With your waste body, Xiaoyufeng, how could it be in your hands all the time?"

"Chicken, dog." Luo Xiaoyu repeated, "Everyone in the world, in your eyes, is nothing more than chickens and dogs. I am, Tonghe is, Little Gourd is, and Jian Baisan is also."

The old man Sheyang stood still in front of Luo Xiaoyu, looking at the young man who was slumped on the ground, his mind shivered, and he settled again.

"Cultivating immortals, what you seek is longevity. If you don't seek longevity, go to see chickens and dogs, putting the cart before the horse."

He raised his sword.

Luo Xiaoyu's breath fell back to Zhuji, weakly leaning on the knife, and suddenly laughed.

"Do you think you really have the ability to turn clouds and rain?"

There are many kinds of water.

Falling flowers and flowing water is a kind of water, water that is at the limit of mountains and rivers is a kind of water, and water that is painted with water and carved with ice is a kind of water.

Luo Xiaoyu's current water under the knife is water that cannot be contained.

All the regrets, all the pain, all the memories, all the love and all the regrets surged under the knife.

The old man Sheyang opened her eyes wide in horror.

Isn't the time already up?
How could he go back—

Gong Ling was outside, and said with complicated emotions: "Now, it's not even time for a stick of incense."

Jian Baisan said: "Xiong Binge was very scared, he was anxious to kill Luo Xiaoyu...but he was too anxious."

The old man Sheyang was too close, he couldn't block it.

So this knife is a knife with nowhere to escape.

The wet water droplets on the tip of the knife were so heavy that it broke Xiong Bing'e's spine.

With one knife, the throat was sealed.

The body of the old man Sheyang fell on the water curtain, and his white hair wet by the water stuck to his wrinkled cheeks, making him look like an ordinary, weak old man, not an ambitious Golden Core cultivator.

Luo Xiaoyu stood up unsteadily, facing the sky, and let out a long laugh.

"I, Luo Xiaoyu, for half a hundred years, have owed my deep gratitude!"

Don't hate it, don't dare to dissect it.

Farewell to friends and friends, and everything in life, how can we look back?

Fortunately, I am used to fighting people with charm and charm, but I never lose, and the rain turns the clouds.

He held Jian Baisan's arm who rushed over.

His eyes were already blurred, and Jian Baisan only had an indistinct figure in his eyes.

But he stared at Jian Baisan closely.

I hope, Tianqing, life.

Elder Gong suddenly let out a sharp exclamation.

Layers of water curtains spread out suddenly, spreading behind Jian Baisan, but there was a sound of breaking wind.

With difficulty, Luo Xiaoyu finally pushed Jian Baisan with his remaining right hand, and stood in Jian Baisan's original position.

Puchi.

A steel whip pierced his heart, taking away his last trace of life.

He fell to the ground with a bang, and saw the higher and farther sky on the top of Jinpeng.

It seems that in the past, he once sat in the courtyard of Xiaoyufeng with Tonghe, Master, and Jian Baisan. On that day, the sky was also the same, as blue as a sea.

Little Gourd snorted.

He went to pour the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and each of them drank a glass, except Jian Baisan who was still young.

Tonghe said: "She is thirteen, she can drink."

Xiong Bing'e said with a straight face, "No."

Tonghe said: "When Luo Xiaoyu drank it for the first time, it was also...uhhh!!"

Luo Xiaoyu covered his mouth, and said in a gentle manner: "Let's go teach the mentor sister sword skills first, and the master will leave."

They laughed and ran to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard. The sweet-scented osmanthus scattered in the wind like rain.

　The last chapter of this volume! !Sprinkle flowers! !The last verse is partially quoted and adapted to Gu Zhenguan Golden Hazel Song (two pieces)
　　
　
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