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"Why is there the aura of death? Could it be that you are not Qin Lie, but rather Yunxia Mountain 'Underworld Sword' Li Tiansha? " When the words left his mouth, Han Yan felt that something was wrong. According to the rumors, Li Tiansha was already close to forty years old. However, the young man in front of him was clearly not even eighteen, and did not even seem to be changing his appearance.

And his sword, although it was at the early stage of Heavenly Completion, but his foundation was not stable, so he could only barely use his Sword Force. However, it still made him feel a sense of death that went straight to his heart. It was as if no matter how the Sword Force changed, no matter how it resisted, it could not change the final outcome.

This sword strike that pierced deeply into the soul was many times stronger than the Nethersword Li Tiansha! Being devoured by the sword intent, Han Yan's heart almost stopped beating in an instant, it was extremely terrifying. He could feel the freezing essence in every part of his body. Until the greyish white sword stabbed right in front of his eyes. Only now did Han Yan's eyes regain a bit of focus. He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood in his body seethed and boiled as if it were burning, expelling the chilliness from his body. His anger surged like a volcano erupting!

"No matter who you are, if you want to kill me, Han Yan, don't even think about it! "Ahhh!" The blade Qi in Han Yan's hand expanded and filled up the cave. An entire 300,000 pounds of strength gathered onto the saber. Taking a step forward, he caused the entire cave to shake. Countless mud and sand began to fall again, as if they were on the verge of collapsing.

This strike that was condensed to the full strength of his strength was as if it would split open a mountain! In just a few breaths, all the space within four zhang had turned into an earthy yellow Qi light. It didn't matter what kind of demonic technique it was, or what kind of sword intent it was, he was confident that he could forcefully shatter it!

Qin Lie's body seemed to have no substance, as he closed in like a ghost. The thrust of the sword was like stabbing out from the netherworld. It did not exist in this world.

'Ding! 'It hit the seven-ringed saber in his hand, causing sparks to fly out. The blade that was as strong as a second stage Soul-soldier, actually cracked and formed a huge gap, while Han Yan also felt that all of his strength had gone out of control. The blade moved, slashing to the side, completely out of his control.

But Qin Lie's figure was like a leaf, as he gently floated backwards, the deathly aura around his becoming even denser.

Han Yan was at a loss, at that moment he was truly terrified, he raised his head and looked again. In the next moment, he was attracted by Qin Lie's eyes. Those two cold eyes were similarly filled with a greyish white aura, without any hint of emotion, incomparably cold and indifferent. It was as though he was holding a scythe in his hand, looking down from above.

In an instant, Han Yan didn't even have the thought of escaping, and gave up hope of living.

He was unable to dodge this sword attack, nor was he able to. It was as if the moment the sword had appeared, it had already determined his death.

Not only was he unable to control the seven-ringed great blade in his hand and the Qi inside his body, but there were also wisps of death aura that spread into his body from the body of the blade.

It was incomparably cold. Even if he used all of his strength and cut off all of his life force, he still could not expel it.

Coincidentally, at this moment, he also saw the situation with the two Sky-high Fighter s in front of him. Han Yan could not help but hiss as he sucked in a breath of cold air.

"What the f * ck is this evil cultivation technique!?" What a strange intention of death, this person, was he a human or a ghost! Which one did it originate from? Could it be that I heard wrongly, that this is really the Young Lord of The Sky Demon Martial School that is not even worth mentioning? "

Just as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Qin Lie's figure stopped its retreat. His sword flashed forward. He directly tapped on the center of his forehead. There was also no bloody light, so he was just as light as a ghost as he moved past Qin Lie.

His figure flashed several dozen Zhang, and the sword light scattered. In a few breaths, there were a few Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator s who were also struck by the grey sword projection between their eyebrows.

Without enough power, the rate at which their life force disappeared was also much faster. In an instant, their entire bodies turned gray and rotted.

Standing behind the crowd, Ming Zhan could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He roared and suddenly controlled a disk. His body flew up into the air and flew off into the distance.

However, Qin Lie did not pursue him. With a flash of silver light from his sleeve, a Throwing Knife rushed out from his sleeve. It was dozens of times faster than he was. In a flash, he was right behind Ming Yi.

Ming Jue's head was covered in cold sweat. He hurriedly rushed to the side and turned into another path. Just as he thought that he had temporarily escaped death, that tiny bit of saber light suddenly made a turn and struck straight at him.

"Locking onto it with his will, the Throwing Knife changes direction! How is that possible? "

Ming Jue cursed loudly. Another golden pearl flew out from his sleeve, turning into a golden thin film. But at this moment, the Knife Shadow suddenly went into a daze, as if it had turned into several mouths. It pierced through the golden wall like a hot knife through butter and pierced through his throat. The momentum of the blade did not diminish at all, as it carried him behind it and nailed him to the wall above.

Ming Zhan was completely in despair. The Qi on the saber was crazily destroying the meridians in his body. Blood vessels burst, and a fountain of blood gushed out. Although he was not dead yet, he no longer had any life left in him. His heart was filled with bewilderment and shock.

"Why is it that the blade contains Heaven Origin Sword Intent s? Also, how could that person's sword be so terrifying? Why have I never heard of it? "I'll make a clear decision. Don't tell me that I will die here, hateful —"

At this moment, the scene was deathly still.

Although those Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator s did not die, they could no longer make a sound. They could only watch the changes of their companions in incomparable fear.

The other Demon Clan slaves were also shocked senseless. They looked at the scene in front of them unblinkingly, still unable to believe everything that was happening in front of their eyes.

Duan Yun was extremely curious, just what exactly happened for the cave to be so quiet?

He wanted to open his eyes, but he was afraid that he would ruin Qin Lie's plans.

Amongst everyone present, only Han Yan was still able to move. He struggled to turn around, his eyes gradually fading as he stared at the Longsword. Zhuo stood amongst the crowd, staring at the white haired man in white robes.

"Who the hell are you? And the power just now, where exactly did it come from? "

He knew that he had no hope of surviving. He only wanted to know who had killed him. Where did that strange sword technique that had taken his life come from?

Qin Lie's expression was still indifferent, his face becoming even more pale. Only his eyes regained some warmth. After a long while, Han Yan's eyes revealed a look of disappointment. Didn't you already know my identity? As for this power, it originates from the Yellow Springs Bell, so I will call the sword it transforms into River Styx to its death — "

"The Styx is dying?" Han Yan was startled for a moment, and then he laughed out loud crazily. The Styx was dying. It was indeed the confluence of the Styx, a sword that had come out to die!

When this youth used this sword-art, he was destined to die.

However, he was unwilling. There were still countless beauties and wine within True Sun City waiting for him to enjoy. With this second stage Spiritual Stone lode, even if he could only get twenty percent of the output, it would be enough to support his recruitment and expansion of his army to fight the world.

Why did I meet such a monster?

He felt that the last bit of his life force and last bit of his Qi had also left his body. Han Yan took a deep breath, and then shouted towards the sky.

"God, you tricked me!" "I deliberately wanted this old man to die at the hands of this monster, I'll f * * k you —"

Qin Lie raised his eyebrow and glanced at Han Yan. Even though he loathed and despised this person, he still had a bit of grudge against him. Listening to Han Yan's scolding, he felt quite comfortable.

Qin Lie was shocked, he turned his head, only to see that Duan Yun had already opened his eyes. He was staring at the scene in front of him in a daze. The corpses in front of him were fading and withering, transforming into sand and dust which then began to collapse. When he looked at Qin Lie, there was both disbelief and fear.

Qin Lie laughed bitterly, he was unable to hold it in. The impact it had on the hearts of people was too great. Even Duan Yun who had experienced blood and slaughter would find it hard to endure.

He looked at his hand again and saw that the greyish air had already dispersed. The frost power in the surroundings also retreated a few breaths ago.

However, his hand was still pale. Although the death aura had yet to enter his body, it still affected his body.

If one looked closely, they would see that the skin had aged to the age of middle-aged. Fortunately, he was already peeling. He estimated that he would be able to recover in three days.

This was the price of using the River Styx to his death. With his current Cultivation Level, every second he used it would reduce his lifespan by one month.

The higher the Cultivation Level, the stronger the death energy that was gathered, the more life they would need. Even a martial artist in the Fragmentation Realm who had cultivated for a thousand years as a Longevity would not be able to withstand it.

But that was secondary, and the real cost was not there. Every time he used the Styx to his death, his emotions would become more indifferent. The more he accumulated, the more he would become a person without any emotions.

This set of sword art, was something he would never want to use in his entire life if he could. Even more so, she did not wish for Duan Yun to see his current appearance.

With a sigh, Qin Lie put the Rushing Thunder Sword away again. At that moment, the Xiao Jin seemed to be affected by the death aura, and its entire body froze.

Qin Lie was busy injecting Genuine Qi to help the Xiao Jin warm up. Then, he heard Duan Yun say with a face full of reverence: "Brother Qin, when your hair was white, you were so domineering!"

Just as he was thinking about whether that white hair would go back or not. Qin Lie's hair. His hair had turned back to black in the blink of an eye.

Qin Lie did not say a word as he turned his head to look at the Demon Clan slaves.

The girl from the demon clan had long since lost her life. The Profound Qi only lasted for a few breaths.

As for the rest of the people, they were equally creepy. Blood colored bugs were coming out of their mouths, noses, and ears.

What was even more depressing was that these people didn't even have the slightest feeling towards this.

Qin Lie's heart sank slightly as it was filled with an icy chill. This was the method of the Magic Flag Sect. He should not have given up hope.

The only thing they could think of was to free these people quickly.

A hundred miles away from the spirit mine, a huge ball of fire suddenly lit up the sky.

It was similar to the fire Message Symbol of the Dan Quan Zong, but when this ball of flames exploded, there was a gigantic word "Qin", and it did not disappear for a long time.

Right below where the fiery light shone, two Cloud-stepping Carriage stood side by side. There were more than ten stallions beside him, as well as a few human silhouettes.

An old man in his sixties sat atop one of the carriages. He had thick fur on his face, thick eyebrows, and tiger stripes on his body. His eyes were like wheels as they flickered with a bright light. His aura was focused and majestic. At this moment, he had an extremely unsightly expression on his face as he looked at the scene before him.

"Where did Qin Lie go? Why haven't they seen him yet? You clearly know that you are in a deadly situation, why are you still running around? "

Standing respectfully in front of the old man was Lian Fan. He was expressionless, but his appearance was slightly awkward.

As a carriage driver, he also had the responsibility of protecting Qin Lie. But Qin Lie had already disappeared for an entire two days.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man in his thirties. It was also an imposing manner, and his body was sturdy and strong. He had a gloomy face, and his features were straight. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him. There were three long whiskers on each side of his lips. They were descending together, and it seemed as if they were enraged to the extreme.

And the two standing on top of the other carriage was none other than Lin Miaoke and Lin Miaoke. Upon hearing the old man's words, his brows twitched as he looked at Zhao Yu in reproach, "Do you know where the successor is? Why didn't you ask me to explain it clearly at that time? "

Zhao Yu shook his head, and pointed to the hills to the side, as an answer.

With that little devil's personality, how would he dare to ask? Even if he asked, Qin Lie would probably just ignore him.

She finally understood that Qin Lie had treated her like dust. He hated her and didn't want to waste his time thinking about her.

The sixty year old man's eyes were wide open, and his stare was a bit unsteady. Snorting again, he closed his eyes and said, "Why aren't you saying anything? Mute? "

Lian Fan then moved his body and bent down slightly: "Senior, please do not be impatient. I believe that Young Lord Qin Lie will be able to return very quickly. With Young Lord's power, you will definitely be safe and sound. "

"With the power of the Young Lord, you're safe and sound? Heh, I, Hu Ze, am truly unaware of what kind of ability he has! Who are you? Do I remember you being one of Qin Lie's guards? "

The old man let out a cold laugh, and looked at Lian Fan with a stern and cold expression: "If you have any lies, I will definitely make you break your bones."

Lin Miaoke's breath caught in her throat as she lightly shook her cherry lips and unconsciously clenched her fists tightly.

Lian Fan's expression changed, but he did not dare resist, and only revealed a look of anxiety on his face.

That person, why had he not arrived yet?

He then nervously laughed, and said: "My name is Lian Fan, I am the carriage driver that Mayor had sent to protect Young Lord. Where is Young Lord Qin Lie, Lian Fan does not dare to guess, and even if I say it, senior would not believe me. Please rest assured, my lord, that this Young Lord will not disappoint you! "

Hearing that, Hu Ze did not comment, but the middle-aged man behind him sneered: "Won't he disappoint my father? Qin Lie has long disappointed my Heavenly Demon Sect from top to bottom. What right did he have to not disappoint his father? "Oh, that's true. They don't give up hope, so naturally, they won't be disappointed …"

Lian Fan was silent for a while, and did not speak. However, Hu Ze's gaze turned cold, and he began to berate: "Hu Rui, shut up! No matter what, Qin Lie is still the son of my brother Wuya? If you say that he's not, do you believe that I'll kick you out of the house? "

Hu Rui was startled, and sulkily kept his mouth shut, as a few signs of unwillingness could be seen on his face. Hu Ze also looked up at the sky again, only to see that the word "Qin" had already started to dim.

He could not help but frown. "Send me another talisman!" Don't stop. Since you have to wait for Qin Lie's return, then wait for him. I'll wait for him here for another half a day. "Just consider it as giving Brother Wuya a little bit of effort …"

Lin Miaoke's willow-shaped eyebrows immediately frowned slightly.