Chapter 144: The Sword Comes Out and Perishes

Captured by that sword intent, Dou Lingzhen's heart almost stopped beating for an instant, terrified to the extreme. The whole body feels cold and frozen.

Until the gray-white sword stabbed in front of his eyes. Dou Ling was really in the eyes, and only recovered a little focus. Biting the tip of his tongue violently, spit out a mouthful of blood foam. The qi and blood in the body are surging and boiling, as if a flame is burning, and then the chill is driven out. Anger surged like a volcano erupting!

"What sneaky thing, Taiji Dinghuan Dao, die for me!"

The saber energy exploded along with the trend and filled the cave. A total of 300,000 jin of force was concentrated on the knife. As soon as he stepped forward, the entire pothole shook. Countless sand and sand fell down again, as if a collapse was imminent.

Swinging out this knife is enough to open mountains and crack rocks! Within the entire forty feet, there are all earthy yellow auras.

No matter what evil method or sword intent he is, he is confident that he can forcibly cut it to pieces!

But Zong Shou's figure seemed to have no substance, and he was like a ghost, threatening to approach him. A sword stabbing out is like stabbing out of the netherworld, which does not exist in this world.

With a 'ding' sound, it hit the seven-ring giant knife in his hand, and when the sparks burst. The big sword that was as high as the second-level spirit soldier actually burst open a huge gap, and Dou Lingzhen only felt that her strength seemed to be completely out of control. The blade faltered and raised, and it was cut to the side without his control.

And the figure of the half-monster boy was like a leaf, gently drifting away, and the death energy around him became more and more intense.

Dou Lingzhen felt dazed for a while, but at this moment she was truly horrified, and looked up again. The next moment, he was attracted by the eyes of that half-demon boy. I saw that the long and narrow phoenix eyes were also full of gray and white at this moment, without any human emotion, extremely indifferent. It was as if Death was holding a sickle in his forehand, looking down from above.

For a moment, Dou Lingzhen didn't even have the thought of running away, and gave up hope.

He could not evade this sword, nor could he dodge it. It was as if his death had been doomed since the moment the sword came out.

The seven-ring sword in his hand and the blood in his body were not only uncontrollable, but also a trace of gray dead air spread from the blade into his body.

It was so cold that it cut off all his vitality, and even with all his strength, he couldn't get rid of it.

Just at this moment, the situation of the two innate martial artists in front also came into his eyes. Dou Lingzhen couldn't help hissing, and took a deep breath.

"What the hell kind of evil technique is this! What a weird sword technique. Is this person a human or a ghost? Which branch of the Demon Sect did he come from? Could it be that I read it wrong before, this is really the one of the rumored double veins Body, equal to the useless son of Qian Tianshan?"

As soon as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zong Shou's figure stopped retreating. A sword moved forward and arrived in a flash. It was directly between his eyebrows, and there was no blood, but it was light, like a ghost passing by him.

As soon as the figure swept away, it was more than ten feet long, and the sword light was scattered. After a few breaths, several secret martial arts masters were also touched between the eyebrows by the gray sword shadow.

Without innate strength, the speed of these vitality disappearing is also a few minutes faster, and the whole body is gray and rotten in an instant.

And Ming Jue, who was standing behind everyone, could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. With a loud roar, he suddenly steered a disc. The figure flew up into the air, and quickly fled to the distance.

But Zong Shou didn't pursue him either, with a flash of silver light in his sleeve, a throwing knife came out of his sleeve. Dozens of times faster than his figure. In a blink of an eye, he was behind Mingjue.

Mingjue was covered in cold sweat for a moment, he rushed to the side and turned into another fork. Just when he thought that the danger of death had been temporarily avoided, the light of the knife suddenly turned and hit directly.

"Mind lock, the flying knife changes direction! How is it possible?"

Ming Jue cursed, and a golden bead popped out from his sleeve again, turning into a golden film. But at this moment, the shadow of the knife suddenly turned into an illusion, as if it had turned into several mouthfuls. Unexpectedly, he passed through that layer of golden barrier like a bamboo, and pierced his throat with a knife. The fierce saber momentum remained unabated, pushing his whole body back, and then directly nailing him to the dome above.

Mingjue was in complete despair, the vigor on the saber was frantically destroying the veins in his body. Blood vessels burst and blood gushed out. Although people are not dead, they no longer have life. There was also a burst of confusion in my heart.

"How could it be the sword intent of Shocking Clouds God Extinguisher contained in this sword? And how could that man's sword be so terrifying? Could it be also a branch of the Demon Sect? Why haven't I heard of it before? To die here, hateful—"

But at that moment, in that scene, it was already dead silent.

None of the secret martial artists died, but they could no longer make a sound, they could only look at the changes in the companions around them in horror.

And those Yaozu slaves were also shocked and dazed, staring at the scene in front of them, still can't believe it, everything in front of them.

Chuxue was extremely curious in her heart, what happened and why was the cave so quiet.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't want to go against Zong Shou's wishes, so he could only put on a bitter face, tangled in incomparable distress.

Among them, only Dou Lingzhen can move. Turning around with all his strength, those eyes that had gradually dimmed were fixed on the white-haired and white-robed figure standing among the crowd with the long sword upside down.

"Who the hell are you? What is the origin of the swordsmanship just now?"

He knew that he was hopeless, and he just wanted to know who killed him. Where did the strange swordsmanship that took his life come from?

Zong Shou's expression remained indifferent, and his complexion became even paler. Only in the eyes, the temperature recovered a little. After a while, until Dou Lingzhen's eyes revealed a disappointed expression. Only then sighed: "Didn't you know my identity a long time ago? As for this swordsmanship, it is called Styx to die—"

"Styx Death Sword?"

That Dou Lingzhen looked startled, then laughed out loud, extremely crazy. Styx dies, it really is the intersection of Styx, and the sword comes out to die!

When this boy used this set of sword skills, he was doomed to die.

It's just that he is unwilling, because there are countless beauties, fine wines and fine wines waiting for him to enjoy in Fenghua City. With this second-order spirit stone vein, even if he only got 20% of the output, it was enough to support him to recruit troops and expand his army to conquer the world.

Why did you encounter such a monster? Yunxia Mountain is also very harmful. With this son's swordsmanship, after more than ten years, who else can match in Yunlu in the east? Wouldn't it be more frightening than that Zong Weiran?

Even if he didn't meet him this time, a few days later, when he strikes, he might die under the sword of this person.

It feels like the last trace of vitality, the last strength, is also leaving the body. Dou Lingzhen took a deep breath, and suddenly turned to the sky and cursed.

"God, you tmd are cheating! You want me to die in the hands of this monster, I—"

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, and squinted at Dou Lingzhen. Although he loathes and despises this person, he also has a bit of resentment against this providence. He feels a bit of relief listening to Dou Lingzhen's cursing.

Sudden startled, Zong Shou turned his head suddenly, only to see Chu Xue behind him had opened his eyes. It was just staring blankly at the scene in front of him. Looking at the corpses in front of him, they were decaying, withering, and finally gradually turned into dust and collapsed. And when he looked at Zong Shou, there was both disbelief and fear in his eyes.

Zong Shou let out a wry smile, but the girl couldn't hold it back. He knew that this situation had a huge impact on people's hearts. Even Chuxue, who has experienced bloodshed and killings, is equally unbearable.

He looked at his hands again, the gray air had already dissipated. The power of the dark cold all around also receded before a few breaths.

However, his hands were still pale. Although the death energy did not enter his body, it still affected his body.

If you look closely, you can even see that the skin has aged to approaching middle age. Fortunately, the skin is already fading at the moment. It is estimated that after three days, it can be restored.

This is the price of using the Styx Death Sword. With his current cultivation, every half an hour he uses will reduce his lifespan by one month.

The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the death energy gathered, and the more lives will be consumed. Even the Martial Sect, who can live for thousands of years, can't bear it.

But this is secondary, the real cost is not here. Every time he uses the heart formula of the Styx Sword of Death, his feelings will become indifferent. If you accumulate more, you will become a person who has no emotions.

What Chuxue said is reasonable, there is no distinction between good and bad things, if they are used for righteousness, they will be good, and if they are used for evil, they will be evil.

But if the attack itself can affect people's temperament, it will only be a tragedy. This is the essence of magic and sorcery——

In his previous life, it took him a long time before he recovered his normal emotions.

This set of sword tactics hurts heaven and——

If possible, he would never want to use it in his life. I don't even want Chuxue to see how he looks like a human being but not a human, charming but not charming.

With a sigh, Zong Shou put away the Thunder Tooth Sword again. At this moment, Xiao Jin also seemed to be affected by the death energy, and his whole body froze.

Zong Shou was busy injecting true energy to warm up Xiao Jin's body. Then he only listened to Chuxue, his eyes were full of drunken admiration and said: "Master, when you have white hair, you are really handsome and cool!"

Chuxue learned the word "handsome and cool" from Zong Shou, and I don't know what it means. But at this moment, I can only think of these two words to describe my young master.

Just thinking about that white hair, it would be best if it stays the same. See Zong Shou's hair. It had already started from the beginning of the bun, and in an instant, it turned into black again.

Zong Shou couldn't help but laugh, and snorted coldly. Looking at the monster slaves again, his face turned cold again.

The girl from the Moraculous Clan has long since lost her vitality. Being exhausted by that Mingjue, he only lasted for a few breaths.

The situation of the rest of the people was equally creepy, only blood-colored bugs were seen popping out of their mouths, noses and ear openings.

What's even more depressing is that these people hardly feel anything about it.

Zong Shou's heart sank slightly, and it was icy cold. This is the method of the Demon Banner Sect, and he shouldn't have any hope in the first place.

The only thing I can think of is to let these people get rid of it quickly. ! .