"Stop! Hurry up and stop me!" Fang Zhao finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly stopped everyone in fright. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, without Fang Zhao opening his mouth, those who were rushing towards the West Gate to blow snow had also come to their senses, and seeing that their companions in front of them had been blown into flesh and blood by the sword qi, these people didn't dare to rush up no matter how stupid they were.

Everyone stopped, and retreated to a position more than ten meters away, watching Ximen blowing snow with fear. The black sheath sword in Ximen Blowing Snow was put back, his expression was indifferent, and he continued to heal Yun Ze's injuries, as if the flesh and blood of the corpses scattered around him did not exist, as if it was not him who killed people in front of him.

Burst!

Yun Ze took a big mouthful, spit out a large mouthful of broken flesh and blood viscera, and slowly opened his eyes: "I...... Not dead?"

"No, but you'll need a few days of rest to heal. Ximen Fuxue said lukewarmly, he had already stopped helping Yun Ze continue to heal.

Ximen Blowing Snow is now a half-step cultivation of truth, and the breath in his body is no longer internal qi, but a more pure and rare true qi, which can be transformed into various energy elements, such as true qi into fireballs and ice...... Therefore, Ximen Blowing Snow's True Qi can repair Yun Ze's damaged internal organs and meridians, allowing him to come back to life.

"I'm not even dead!Ahhhhh

At this moment, Yun Ze finally understood. Even he thought that Ximen Fuxue was here to make soy sauce and had no strength at all, but now it seems that this idea is simply wrong.

"You're not dead, all the corpses on the ground are enemies, my strength is average, and I've just cultivated in half a step. Although Ximen Blowing Snow said in a cold tone, he answered every question of Yun Ze seriously.

Yun Ze seemed to have been struck by a bolt of lightning, and he was stunned on the spot! A master of half-step cultivation? Yun Ze saw a living person for the first time.

"Shao, Shaoxia, may I ask who you are sacred? Why do you want to help Qin Feng to destroy our family?" In the face of Ximen Blowing Snow's toughness, the old man of the Fang family has begun to be calm, he directly put down the false frame of the head of the family, this will look at Ximen Blowing Snow respectfully, I am afraid that if I don't say anything right, I will be wiped out by Ximen Blowing Snow.

"Qin Feng is my master, I will do whatever he asks me to do!" Ximen Fuxue said coldly.

"Ha? Qin Feng is your eldest brother? I heard you right? Shaoxia, have you been deceived by Qin Feng's cunning and sinister villain, you are such a powerful strength realm, you can completely dominate the country, how can you be Qin Feng's little brother. Old Man Fang was taken aback, if this Ximen Blowing Snow was really Qin Feng's junior brother, then he had already seen the scene of the Fang family's demise.

Airplanes!

The sound of the sword groan sounded in the air, and the old man Fang, who was startled, suddenly cracked from the center of his eyebrows, the crack became bigger and bigger, and finally the whole person exploded directly, the flesh and blood flew in the sky, the blood mist was scattered everywhere, and the courtyard spread a strong smell of blood, and many clansmen couldn't help but vomit.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Yun Ze's mouth twitched, and he almost fell to the ground. He was in a coma before, and he didn't see Ximen Fuxue make a move, but now when he saw it, Yun Ze felt so terrifying, is this the strength of a half-step cultivation master......? Oh no, killing is in an instant!

Ximen Fuxue withdrew the black sheath sword, his expression was still ruthless, for him, killing someone was really as simple as killing an ant: "Qin Feng is my master, whoever dares to insult him will be punished!"

Ximen Blowing Snow's cold voice echoed in the sky above the compound, and everyone in the Fang family was too frightened to speak, thinking that tonight's battle was about to end, Qin Feng was killed, and Ximen Blowing Snow was here to fight soy sauce, but as soon as the strength of this soy sauce boy came out, no one could stop it!

"Whew, damn it, I'm scared to death, Lao Tzu can't do it, no wonder this person is Qin Zuzong's younger brother, and his methods are as cruel as Qin Zuzong...... Thanks to Lao Tzu's wisdom, the whole family took refuge in the side of Qin Ancestor, otherwise they would all be cut into slag now, this is real meat residue!" Zhang Hui hid in the corner of the house, this will be a moment of fear, but also a burst of happiness, this time the bet is on the right person.

Ximen Blowing Snow is a generation of sword gods, either he doesn't make a move, once he makes a move, anyone who has seen his black sheath sword will kill him. I saw Ximen Fuxue waving his big hand, and the black sheath sword drew white light and shadow in the air, these sword images were like eyes, and all the disciples of the Fang family around them were dismantled, and the bloody scene, Yun Ze and Zhang Hui couldn't help but spit it out.

Shout!

Ximen Blowing Snow, who was dancing the sword in the courtyard, suddenly stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and stabbed with a sword, in the air, two black shadows appeared, the two quickly separated, and the sword qi of Ximen Blowing Snow pierced the air, emitting a sharp sword sound!

"It turned out to be the two of you, who dared to hurt my master last time, and they will kill me today!" A flash of anger flashed on Ximen Fuxue's always cold and calm expression, and he recognized the two of them, who were the black-robed duo of the Amethyst Dragon Palace.

"Uncle Yan, the man in white has been handed over to you, I'll deal with Qin Feng!" The black-robed young man's expression turned cold, and he had already rushed towards Yun Ze on the ground.

Yan Bo nodded slightly, his eyes always fell on Ximen Blowing Snow, the last battle in the Amethyst Dragon Palace, Yan Bo suffered a loss at the hands of Ximen Blowing Snow, even if he was the strength of the inner eighth layer, he did not dare to despise the existence of Ximen Blowing Snow.

"Last time, I was bent on protecting the young master, and I couldn't fight with you wholeheartedly, this time, it's not certain who will kill the deer!" Yan Bo's voice fell, and there seemed to be a blower installed in his cuffs, and suddenly there was a loud sound, and orange sword light flew out, and he was blowing snow towards Ximen.

Ximen Blowing Snow doesn't like nonsense, this will already jump with a black sheath sword, in the face of Yan Bo's cold sword qi, Ximen Blowing Snow didn't even need to use the sword, and jumped around like a dragonfly, easily avoiding the surging and messy sword qi.

Seeing this scene, Yan Bo's eyes flickered, he found that he hadn't seen him for a few months, and the strength of Ximen Blowing Snow had been greatly improved, Yan Bo didn't dare to slack off, with a wave of his big hand, a short sword with orange light dazzling was grasped in his hand, his eyes were concentrated, and he stood on the roof and slashed down with a sword in the air.

"Nine swords, one sword style!"

Bang!

A huge sword aura fell, coming with a momentum of gravel. Ximen Fuxue jumped up and lightly avoided the sword: "Hmph!

Yan Bo's expression became solemn, the strength of Ximen Blowing Snow had exceeded his prediction, and he was no longer retaining his strength, so he hurriedly dropped two more swords.

"Nine-fold sword, two-sword style!"

"Three Swords!"

Yan Bo is an orthodox martial arts cultivator in the eighth layer, mainly cultivating kendo, and before meeting Ximen Fuxue, Yan Bo was proud of his swordsmanship. The 'Ninefold Sword' he cultivated could release nine sword qi with different momentums, and the further he went, the stronger the sword qi became.

However, Yan Bo's current strength can only release the first three swords, but with these three swords alone, Yan Bo has destroyed many masters of the same level.

Now that Yan Bo has three swords, this is the first time he has done this, and the three sword qi are like three cannonballs, especially the last sword, with the strong internal qi of opening mountains and splitting the ground!

Buzzing!

The black sheath sword in Ximen Fuxue's hand was swung out, a simple sword, but it drew a white light and shadow as if it was about to condense into substance, and the sword qi of the two collided in the air, making a loud noise, Yan Bo stood on the roof, feeling the bricks and tiles under his feet began to tremble.

Bang!

After the loud noise, Ximen Blowing Snow's figure disappeared for a short time, Yan Bo's eyes were filled with a shocking light, he found that his nirvana Nine Heavy Sword was actually dissolved by Ximen Blowing Snow lightly, and Yan Bo came back to his senses, and he felt a sudden cold behind him, and a strong murderous aura had covered him.

Poof!

When Yan Bo reacted to danger, it was already too late, he couldn't dodge at all, and could only quickly turn sideways to avoid being stabbed.

The white light flickered, Yan Bo suddenly felt a lightness in his right arm, he subconsciously looked down and found that his arm was gone.

Blood spurted out from the wound, Yan Bo even forgot the pain, as a sword practitioner, the breaking of his right arm means that half of his strength has been abolished, even if Yan Bo can use his left hand to practice the sword in the future, but how much time will it take to reach the current strength?

"Your swordsmanship is really terrible, fighting with you is an insult to my identity as a sword god!" Ximen Fuxue suddenly fell behind Yan Bo like a ghost, and the rich aura of death shrouded him again, Yan Bo's heart beat like numbness, and it was the first time in his life that he felt so scared, because he really felt that he was going to die.

"Brother, I can't hold it anymore!" As soon as Ximen Blowing Snow's short sword was about to fall, Yun Ze's roar came from the ground. At this time, the black-robed young man had already defeated Yun Ze and was about to smash Yun Ze's head with one palm.

Airplanes!

The sword that was originally stabbed at Yan Bo's head suddenly changed direction and fell towards the black-robed young man on the ground, Yan Bo's expression changed greatly, and he slapped a palm on his chest while Ximen was not paying attention to the blowing snow.

Burst!

Ximen Fuxue was slapped away with a palm, and his sword qi also repelled the black-robed young man, saving Yun Ze's life.

"Yan Bo...... Where's your arm?" the black-robed young man returned to Yan Bo's side, looking at Yan Bo's empty right arm, his eyes almost popping out.

"Young Master, let's go quickly, otherwise we will all die here!" Yan Bo didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the young master's shoulder with his left hand, and took the last breath of internal qi, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

"Brother Tai, are you okay?" At this time, Yun Ze also came to Ximen Blowing Snow's side, Ximen Blowing Snow's face was pale and he was vomiting blood: "Huh, no, Brother Tai, why did you suddenly fall to the strength of the inner sixth layer? In front of you is the realm of the Great Perfection of Internal Qi!"

Feeling the breath on Ximen Fuxue's body, Yun Ze was startled.

In fact, when Ximen Blowing Snow came to the earth, the magnetic field was to be interfered with by the earth's magnetic field, and when he fought, while fighting, he also had to resist the disturbance of the earth's magnetic field, otherwise with the true strength of Ximen Blowing Snow, Yan Bo would kill one with a sword.

"I'm fine, let's go back and meet the master!" Simon said in a deep voice.