The Sword Dynasty - 149. Chapter 148

The carriage traveled through the streets of Changling. The lines on Ding Ning’s painted wall played a role. The carriage quickly drove out of the busy city and headed towards the farmhouse on the bank of a tributary of the Weihe River.

When the coachman in the carriage passed through the streets, he was pushed down by a gentle force under a sunlit wall, looking like an idler sitting idly under the wall, basking in the sun and dozing off.

Seeing the unhurried and unhurried speed of this carriage, the sneer on the face of the man who has been following the vendor’s appearance is getting stronger and stronger, and his eyes have also begun to fill with a tyrant, unruly, fierce and unspeakable. The momentum.

This kind of unspeakable momentum that doesn’t put a country in the eyes for a while, looking at the world, only a few great rebels can have it.

This man with the appearance of a vendor is naturally Fan Zhuo, one of the true disciples of Yunshui Palace, the left and right arm of Bai Shanshui.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo had naturally seen the intentional attraction of this carriage, but in his eyes, the people in this carriage were only seeking death.

Chang Ling can kill him with a limited number of people, but such people will not exist in two floors.

Even the cultivator invited from outside the two-story building would never think that he was a member of Yunshui Palace.

It’s just that these are his personal thoughts.

Long Sun Qianxue’s daily ideas are extremely simple, but it does not mean that she is stupid.

When the carriage drove into a shantytown that should have been left by the duck-raising people by the river, and at the moment there were no people in the shanty town, she was sure that this place would no longer be observed by the nearest turret, and she thought about Ding Ning’s painting again in her mind. The route in the wall, after thinking about the route to leave after the shot, slowly stopped the carriage and stopped between a piece of simple housing.

Fan Zhuo walked into this temporary village along the traces of the carriage.

Seeing the blue-yellow or white duck dung exposed under the ice surface that was crushed by the wagon wheels, his brow furrowed, and he sneered: “The location is chosen well, but the environment is a bit too bad.”

The grandson Qianxue in the carriage also frowned deeply.

She has always had a serious habit of cleanliness. Although this is the safest place she has chosen, she still feels extremely uncomfortable when she hears Fan Zhuo’s words.

She decided to leave this kind of place soon.

“Why do you want to kill Wang Taixu? Is it because of Liang Lian?” She asked very directly.

“Are you from Bing Ma Si?” Fan Zhuo was startled. He did not expect that the woman in the carriage was a woman, nor did he expect that the other party would directly say such words, but he thought that Ye Ce Leng did not exist as strong as Bing Ma Si. There is not much vigilance in his heart of the female cultivator.

Changsun Qianxue shook her head, and said displeased: “I am asking you questions, not you asking me questions.”

She was born in the first old clan, and her temperament was extremely cold. At this moment, her heart was unhappy, and her voice naturally carried a bitter chill, high-powered persecution.

Fan Zhuo suddenly sneered, and his rebellious aura burst out, his body seemed to rise suddenly.

“Are you Ye Ce Leng? Dare to speak to me like this!” He looked at the car with disdain, and said: “I’m afraid you really know my identity, so you have to get out of the car and kneel in front of me, begging I don’t want to kill you.”

“The Yunshui Palace is just a sect that has been lost. You can also occupy the mountain as the king outside the Xiaoaoshan Forest. In Changling, you must know how to behave with your tail.”

The eldest grandson Qianxue is a Qin native and a nobleman in the past. She herself looks down on foreign practitioners, especially those who have been wiped out. She also sneered and said impatiently: “Since the cold night makes you jealous , Then you should answer my question well, or I will kill you directly.”

Fan Zhuo suddenly reduced the sneer on his face.

A feeling of danger began to permeate his body.

Now that he knew the identity of his Yunshui Palace, he dared to deliberately lead him here, and he could hear the meaning of the other party’s words, that even Ye Ce Leng didn’t pay attention to it at all.

Looking at the whole Changling, among all the female practitioners, who can be stronger than Ye Ce Leng?

Thinking of the noble and insurmountable aura that this woman has been exuding since she uttered aloud, Fan Zhuo suddenly thought of a possibility, and his pupils shrank in disbelief: “Aren’t you Zheng Xiu?”

Zheng Xiu is the most noble mistress of the Da Qin Dynasty, the Queen of Da Qin, and she is also the strongest practitioner of the Zheng family.

However, when he heard such a startled sound, the grandson Qianxue’s face in the carriage changed, and she coldly yelled, “Who is this bitch woman!”

Fan Zhuo instantly felt absurd.

Mean woman?

The other party even directly called Empress Zheng Xiu as a mean woman?

And it seems to breathe so confidently.

While feeling extremely absurd and incomprehensible, a stronger sense of crisis caused a layer of fine sweat to ooze on his back.

“Who on earth are you?”

He took a deep breath, his face became extremely solemn, and he stared at the carriage closely, and his eyebrows were full of fierce air: “When have you heard that the people in my Yunshui Palace will say under the pressure of the enemy What does the other party want to know?”

The grandson Qianxue in the carriage furrowed her brows deeper, and she began to feel that, as Ding Ning said, she was not good at doing things other than practice.

But she has always done things simple.

“I didn’t want to kill you, but I just met, and I don’t want you to kill the two-story man. In that case, I will kill you.” So she said.

“The tone is not small.”

Fan Zhuo sneered.

His voice was loud and thunderous.

At the same time, thunder sounded outside his body.

A sword like a stream of water appeared in his hand.

At the same time, a white cloud suddenly fell in the sky above.

In the midair, this white cloud has all turned into a crystal clear and majestic stream of water, just like a real flood dragon.

The sword in Fan Zhuo’s hand turned into a stream of water and cut it towards the carriage.

The crystal water like a dragon in the sky also fell from the air towards the carriage cover.

At the same time, his figure was moved by the sword, and flew towards the frozen river on one side.

His body is also wrapped in thick water vapor.

In the air, it is as if three streams of water are flying at the same time.

Fan Zhuo’s face was full of hostility, but his eyes were cold and tranquil.

Although his cultivation base is the top grade of the six realms, and one step away from the real seven realms, the cultivation techniques and the means of opposing enemies in the Yunshui Palace are not comparable to those of the ordinary cultivation sects, and the closer to the water, the Yunshui Palace’s The practitioner will be stronger.

Although the river was frozen at this moment, he had his own way to turn it into a torrent of water.

Even if the other party is a practitioner who truly exceeds Ye Ce Leng, he has the confidence to escape through this river.

…

Before the water flowed, the powerful force instantly tore the entire carriage apart, pushing the two tall horses that were pulling the cart away.

Changsun Qianxue was among the numerous fragments of the carriage, and her body seemed to be cut into many wounds instantly by the numerous fragments.

However, in the eyes of a practitioner of her level, the picture at this time almost stopped.

A dark blue long sword appeared in her hand.

The color of this long sword deepened sharply, turning into blue-black, which formed a strong contrast with her white jade complexion. The blue-black was too deep, so she held this sword as if she was holding a Netherworld.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo, who flew towards the icy river, saw her face and the sword in her hand clearly.

“Nine Nether King Sword, you are Gongsun…”

He finally reacted thoroughly and uttered in amazement.

It was at this time that Changsun Qianxue had already made a sword.

All the fragments of the carriage that splashed outside her suddenly stopped in the air, turning into countless crystals wrapped in azure blue ice, and then bursting into countless dust in the next instant.

The majestic and huge stream of water falling in the sky quickly froze as it approached her several feet outside, rapidly turning into blue crystals from beginning to end, stagnating in the air, and then crashing to the ground.

Fan Zhuo’s natal sword screamed sorrowfully, but it could not stop the spread of the blue ice crystals above it. When she was a few feet in front of her, she was completely frozen and flew out by the force outside Changsun Qianxue.

The true essence in Fan Zhuo’s body rushed out like a big river, blasting under him.

At this time he was on the frozen river.

His true essence is like countless waterfalls hitting the ice surface, causing strange rhythms.

The entire frozen river thaw in an instant.

The icy cold air was forced out of the water stream forcibly, forming countless silk rays, flying to a very high altitude, spreading like fireworks.

Boom boom boom boom!

A series of horror explosions sounded around him.

Countless huge water columns blasted up around his body, instantly forming a water wall with him as the center.

The river below him was not exhausted. It seemed that the water from far away was attracted for an instant. Instead, a huge water vortex was formed under him, and his body would fall into it and take advantage of the water to escape. .

Titicaca…

However, at this moment, Fan Zhuo’s breathing stopped, as if he heard the sound of death in his ears.

The countless huge water columns that rushed up changed color, all turned into azure blue icicles.

A bit of blue-black sword light penetrated into the center of one of the icicles and pierced in front of him.

Fan Zhuo’s face was pale and bloodless. With a sharp scream, his right hand pointed to a sword. The horrible sword intent pierced from the palm of his finger, trying to buy a little time.

However, his right hand instantly lost consciousness and broke.

With a snap.

His whole body popped back and embedded in the icicle behind him.

“What a powerful Nine Nether King Sword… I didn’t expect you to have such a terrifying cultivation base.”

“It’s just that you can’t get anything from me, Bai Shanshui will avenge me.”

Fan Zhuo’s true essence can no longer flow, but his face is full of grinning.

When such a voice sounded, there seemed to be a unique stream of water rushing from his abdomen to the top of his head.

“puff!”

A white water drill rushed out of his mouth, and this Yunshui Palace Great Ni, was cut off his breath, no more vitality.