Refining the Mountains and Rivers Chapter 1719: Be the savior

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The tentacles withdrew, the old sect master disappeared, swallowing his severed hand, and now it is glowing. The powerful breath is continuously released from the hands of self-disruption, and the vastness seems to face the sea, representing an incredible realm.

Is this the strength of Emperor Swordsman? Han Zhengyang took a deep breath, raised his hand and shook it forward!

Slap——

The severed hand held him back in an instant, and the tentacles drilled out again, entwining Han Zhengyang's palm, and the flesh and blood quickly decayed in the contact area.

His face became pale, big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Han Zhengyang remained motionless, and watched these tentacles rot away and melted into it bit by bit.

"Ah!"

Han Zhengyang let out a painful roar, and under the skin of his neck, a black texture appeared, spreading all the way up, and finally spreading over the entire face.

The eyes became scarlet at this moment, and in the struggle and fear, there was a sense of violent and destruction.

"No!"

"Not so!"

Han Zhengyang staggered, trying to tear off his severed hand, but it had already melted into flesh and blood and became one with him. Destroying desire hits his mind, and his consciousness continues to blur. He has anticipated that his final outcome - controlled by a severed hand, will become a walking dead who only knows about killing and destruction.

But why is this?

The Frost Sword Sect has guarded for countless years, waiting for the opportunity of countless years, in order to obtain the sealed artifact and break through the limit of heaven and man on the sword repair body.

In the end, I actually waited until such an ending.

"I am not reconciled!"

Han Zhengyang let out one last screaming roar, fell to the ground with a "bang", his body twitched twice from time to time, and he could clearly hear the roar of flesh and blood coming from his body.

After a while, Han Zhengyang's body floated from the ground by itself. The black texture on his face has now disappeared, but those eyes are a little scarier than before.

Like the abyss of a **** prison, it represents endless destruction, which can swallow all things between heaven and earth.

Raising his left hand, he lowered his head and glanced at it. The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, showing a satisfied smile. This carrier is not bad, the only pity is that it is actually a man.

Frowning, Han Zhengyang raised his hand and took it down. With the crackling sound, the blood immediately stained his lower body robe.

Han Zhengyang's complexion remained unchanged, and he exhaled and stretched his brows, which made him feel much more comfortable.

He wiped two hands on his chest. He stepped out, bleeding all the way, leaving a trail of **** footprints on the ground.

Out of the mountain belly grottoes, Han Zhengyang flicked his sleeves and unlocked the large array outside the mountain, the already messed up Frost Jianzong Jianxiu, and the ants on the hot pot were rushing outside Jianfeng.

Seeing the sword formation untied, his face was joyful, but at the next moment, he became stiff.

At first glance, they saw the fourteen corpses outside Jianfeng with painful expressions. They fell to the ground and turned into mummy corpses. Looking at the clothes, they were the fourteen elders whose soul lamps suddenly went out in the Patriarch Hall.

Then, I saw it again, the sect master with blood flowing down his body and eyes red like **** ghosts, staring at them with a weird smile.

"Sect... Sect Master... what happened?" A sword sect elder who survived by chance, said pale.

Han Zhengyang smiled slightly, "This sect is a bit hungry. I take them to fill my stomach, but it's a pity that I haven't eaten enough yet. What do you think should be done?"

The elder's eyes widened and his face was frightened, "Sect Master has been enchanted! Everyone, immediately withdraw from Jianfeng..." He had only half time to say.

Puff——

The sound of tearing flesh and blood clearly spread to everyone's ears. Han Zhengyang's figure appeared in front of the elder, holding a beating heart in his hand.

Blood, desperately sprayed from the wound on the opposite chest, soaking Han Zhengyang's body, dripping down the corners of his clothes.

Raising his hand and taking a strong bite, Han Zhengyang chewed sweetly, with a face of satisfaction and enjoyment. A beating heart fell into the abdomen with just two mouthfuls.

"Ah! Run away!"

"The lord is crazy!"

"Hurry up, 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 "slap" of the Frost Sword Sect, completely sealing off the inside and outside.

"What are you running? This sect is not full yet, you all come over to me!"

With a grinning grin, Han Zhengyang stretched out his hand and grabbed, a sword repairman of Frost Sword Sect fell directly into his hand. Biting on his neck, "Gudong" and "Gudong" swallowed in his throat. After a few breaths, the Jian Xiu who screamed in pain became a corpse.

Throwing away, he reached out and grabbed a sword repairman, repeating the previous action.

"My Frost Sword Sect, the painstaking effort of the ancestors of the past generations, is ruined today!"

"Han Zhengyang, wake up soon! Otherwise you will be the sinner of the Frost Sword Sect!"

"The Sect Master is completely crazy, ask for help, and ask for help from the Sword Master!"

After devouring more than a dozen sword repairs in a row, Han Zhengyang threw away the mummy, with a very cheerful smile on his face. That's right, that's what it feels like, the howls and screams of the sword repairers, combined with the sweet and delicious flesh and blood, is simply a great enjoyment.

But the efficiency of this is too low.

Han Zhengyang opened his blood-red eyes and swept across the Frost Sword Sect, the sword repairmen who had nowhere to escape showed a weird smile.

"Today, none of you can escape!"

He raised his hand, opened his arms, countless **** sword shadows, whizzing out of his body, chasing the fleeing Frost Sword Sect Jianxiu.

Puff——

A sword repairman was pierced by a sword shadow in his chest. In an instant, his whole person was plundered all his flesh and blood, turned into a 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.

"Hahahaha!"

"Eat, eat!"

"My dears, all sword repairs in front of you are your sacrifices!"

Han Zhengyang laughed wildly, reverberating continuously between heaven and earth.

……

Outside the sword prison.

The sword's breath erupted like a tide, and the face of Dongshan Sword Master suddenly changed.

After hesitating for a while, he flipped his hand and took out a piece of communication jade slip, and the spirit of spirit penetrated into it.

The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, showing a sense of horror.

Looking at Qin Yu, the Sword Master Dongshan turned and left, instantly turning into a sword shadow, rushing into the clouds. In this scene, outside the sword prison, looking forward to the sword repairs from all sides of the avenue, almost broke his waist.

If it hadn't been for the strong strength of Dongshan Sword Master, and his bad temper, he would have been swearing by now. What does the dog say? We have been waiting here for so long, and these emotions have been brewing, so 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 the Sword Master Dongshan's expression changed drastically, and he left without hesitation. Something must have happened.

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 messed up, a heaviness was born again.

Hmm...Looking at just now, the direction that Dongshan Sword Master went, seems to be the position of Frost Sword Sect.

Since the opening of the Sword Prison, the Frost Sword Sect has not even a heavyweight sword repairer, which is not normal in itself.

Could it be that the Frost Sword Sect had an accident?

This thought flashed through everyone's minds just now, and the sound of swords blaring through the air, "rumbled" above the head, like countless thunders exploded.

The dashing dash all the way, twisting and splitting the space, forming a straight mark visible to the naked eye.

"Hunyuan Sword Master!"

"Yes, only the Hunyuan Sword Art can open up a space channel and achieve the purpose of rushing quickly."

"What is going on?"

Without waiting for everyone, from the scene where Hunyuan Sword Master rushed past, the sword sounded again. This time, it was a faint purple, which instantly penetrated the sky above the head, disappearing in a flash.

In terms of movement, it is not as good as Hunyuan Sword Master, but the speed is a bit faster. After a long distance, I can still feel the awe-inspiring sword breath released from it.

"Purple Magic Sword Master!"

Outside the sword prison, there was a deadly silence.

Three sword masters, rushed at the same time

The location of the Frost Sword Sect, coupled with their eagerness and anxiety.

Something happened, something big must have happened!

Qin Yu raised his head, looked at the three sword masters, his eyes flashed slightly in the direction he was going.

It's her!

Although I didn't have much contact, I only saw it once, but the nephrite jade was warm and fragrant, and he hugged it for a while, and was somewhat familiar with Feifei's breath, Qin Yu.

Even though it was far away, this breath was now really tyrannical and violent, and he still noticed some traces.

"Fuck, I know you are here, what's the matter? Now I have time, you can explain it quickly."

Qin Yu lowered his voice.

After a short pause, a calm voice rang in her ears, "Big White Goose...well, it is Bai Feifei, she is now taking revenge."

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows, "Go on."

Fulu said lightly: "You should already know that there is no imperial sword repair in this world. The threshold of heaven and man is like a moat, shutting out all sword repairs. And Bai Feifei, this is it. The reason why all the moats exist in the world."

Qin Yu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, not to say what to say, there are a lot of things, there are too many things in these few sentences. Bai Feifei, her real name, as for the big white goose... Qin Yu's mind flashed, and the dazzling scene of the white screamed for death and quickly suppressed it.

It's not a secret that the sword repair's Tongtian Avenue was forcibly cut off in front of the Gate of Heaven and Man. But the root is actually Bai Feifei, which is scary.

"Can you explain more in detail?"

Flesh- said: "In short, some people a long time ago, in order to break the sword repairing the sky, killed Bai Feifei at a great price... Well, this statement is not accurate, because Bai Feifei had already There was no way to be killed. Therefore, she was dismembered and suppressed in different places in this world."

"Back then, I was responsible for suppressing her severed hand. I chose the site of Yanran Mountain and founded the Kaitian Sword Sect so that they could guard the seal for generations. Later, I didn’t know much about this matter. Pay attention, you will know later."

Qin Yu rubbed his face vigorously, thinking that the time span of your narration is large enough, and it is too sloppy. But ~IndoMTL.com~ Rourou gave a lot of things, for example, she admitted the relationship between Open Heaven Sword Sect and her.

A **** impostor, the ancestors of the open mountains are all here. Of course, his identity as the ancestor of the Open Heaven Sword Sect is too real.

"Frost Sword Sect..."

Fufu-dao: "Back then, when the suppression of Bai Feifei severed his hand, they also worked hard and noticed some problems."

Qin Yu said: "So this time the Sword Prison was out of control. It was made by the Frost Sword Sect. The purpose was to get the sealed artifact in the core layer of the Sword Prison, that is, to cut off the hand?"

Furou- said: "It's okay to say that." She was in it, and she worked hard, but Qin Yu probably didn't like it. She did these things.

The meat is not mentioned.

In fact, Qin Yu noticed something, a trace of complexity appeared on his face, and he sighed, "I now suspect that the Frost Sword Sect’s catastrophe today was also the flaw that you deliberately left."

The flesh is silent.

And silence, at this moment, represents acquiescence.

At that time, Bai Feifei was suppressed and dismembered, which caused a great impact and deterrence on the longevity species. Fleur deliberately let the ancestor of the Frost Sword Sect who participated in this incident notice the existence of severed hand and the meaning of it. I just hope that in the future, perhaps through them, Bai Feifei's severed hand can be released.

After all, compared to the internal struggles between longer species, the confrontation with heaven and earth is the real great terror.

Qin Yu smiled bitterly. He suddenly felt that he was still too tender. It might be tens of thousands of years for others to set up a game. For example, the Frost Sword Sect suffered this catastrophe today. I am afraid that when the sect is destroyed, I don't know who calculated it.

It's terrible!

"My mind is a bit messy, just tell me, what should I do next?"

Furou's tone is calm, "Return the tide and be the savior of Yanran Mountain."