Chapter 69: Ice Sword

Early in the morning, the sun shone in the room, Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan had already woken up, they only had a day off, and they were going to go to find the white-faced scholar immediately, and many martial artists came to the city one after another today.

Zhuo Yu and the others found the spies of the Jingwu Academy here, asked them about the news of the white-faced scholar, and quickly went out of the city, while Dong Xuanbin followed closely behind Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan with a few soldiers.

Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan didn't see it, but Xia Lan was faintly worried that Zhuo Yu would have a conflict with Dong Xuanbin, he had seen Zhuo Yu's methods, if there was really a conflict, then Dong Xuanbin would definitely die.

Xia Lan said in a low voice as she walked: "Zhuo Yu, this Dong Xuanbin is here to find fault, can you not kill him later?" He is a very important figure in the Dong family, and if you kill him, it is equivalent to forming an incomprehensible enmity with the Dong family. ”

Zhuo Yu frowned, and said half-loudly: "If he wants to kill me, no matter who he is, he has to die." ”

Xia Lan could only sigh lightly, he knew that Zhuo Yu was going to kill a lot of people, but he didn't have that strength yet.

Zhuo Yu and the others ran towards a relatively remote village, and the white-faced scholar occupied that small village as his nest.

Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan ran very fast, which made Dong Xuanbin and the others behind them very difficult, because in the long-distance rush, the consumption was very huge, but Zhuo Yu didn't care about this, whether they ate or drank, it was food containing aura.

"With such a little ability, he wants to follow us. Zhuo Yu sneered, and Dong Xuanbin and the others in the rear had gradually been thrown away by them.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, and Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan were both dressed in black, running on a wasteland, not only did they not feel tired, they couldn't even see a drop of sweat, which showed that their internal forces were very strong, and they were all top-level internal forces.

In this way, they soon reached the small village, which from a distance seemed to be a mess. Seeing this, Zhuo Yu's killing intent skyrocketed, and rushed into the village as fast as he could, shouting: "Demons, get out of here!"

Seeing the stinky corpse on the ground, Zhuo Yu's eyes were red, these were the corpses of some simple villagers, and the last thing he could see was to kill innocents indiscriminately.

"An acquired martial artist, dare to be so rampant, Lao Jiu, you go and deal with him. A feminine voice came, and this person was the white-faced scholar.

Zhuo Yu frowned slightly, he sensed that the strength of the white-faced scholar had reached the innate level, not the strength of the ninth layer of the day after tomorrow!

At this moment, a big man in big red clothes quickly rushed towards Zhuo Yu, holding a huge mace in his hand, but this did not affect his speed.

Zhuo Yu snorted coldly, stepped over in an instant, pulled out his broken sword and rushed towards the red-clothed man, just an instant, Zhuo Yu's broken sword pierced the throat of the red-clothed man!

At the same time as the wooden house collapsed, a white figure rushed out of the wooden house, and then slowly descended from the air, falling like a leaf.

This person was dressed in snow-white clothes, a thin and handsome face was also white, but his lips were extremely black and red, looking as if he had been poisoned, his eyes at this time were not looking at Zhuo Yu, but at Xia Lan, who was walking slowly.

Seeing Xia Lan, his eyes seemed to be burning with a raging desire, eager to burn Xia Lan to ashes.

And Xia Lan seemed to hate such a look very much, she stood behind Zhuo Yu, pulled out the Heavenly Blood Sword and stared at the white-faced scholar, and said solemnly: "Innate Martial Realm." ”

Zhuo Yu nodded, and at this time, many people also came out of the wooden houses in the village with some strange-shaped weapons, looking at Zhuo Yu with fierce looks, and when they looked at Xia Lan, they were as hot as the white-faced scholars.

Xia Lan was wearing tights, outlining the curves of her body, coupled with her goblin-like face, as long as she was a man who was not blind, she knew that this was a stunner who could get a lot of happiness.

The number of these demon warriors is more than the news announced by the Jingwu Academy, and there are forty or fifty like this, Xia Lan felt very uncomfortable being stared at by such a group of people, these people looked at her as if they could see through her clothes, and they could directly see her **.

"Kill the man, leave the goblin to play slowly!" said a bald head poking his hands excitedly, and just as he finished saying this, there was an extra blood hole in his throat!

Zhuo Yu stepped out in an instant, came to him and stabbed him to death. At the same time, the group of demon warriors also started to move, but Zhuo Yu's speed was so fast that many people didn't know what was going on, and their throats were pierced!

In the blink of an eye, a large number of people fell, and it was incredible that Xia Lan actually rushed into the crowd, waving the Heavenly Blood Sword, and continuously stabbing the Heavenly Blood Sword into the bodies of these demon warriors like a killing god.

Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan's strength is very strong, they are both people with special internal strength in their bodies, and ordinary people are by no means their opponents.

"Flame Internal Force, Flame Fist! These are all very rare martial arts, and they are all on his body. The white-faced scholar's face was very ugly, and he had to do it at this time, if he continued like this, his people would all die.

"Sister Lan, be careful yourself, I'll go and meet that innate demon. Zhuo Yu admonished, and greeted the white-faced scholar with his sword.

The white-faced scholar also used a sword, but it was just a sword with a pure white body, and it also exuded a compelling cold air, Zhuo Yu could see at a glance that this was a divine weapon created by ten thousand years of cold ice!

"Ice Internal Force!" Zhuo Yu couldn't help but shout, this white-faced scholar also had a special internal force!

The white-faced scholar's internal force is much stronger than him, so the internal force of the Flame King Kong in Zhuo Yu's body can't resist it at all, but the power contained in Zhuo Yu's body can also resist for a period of time and resist the invasion of cold air.

The white-faced scholar and Zhuo Yu fought dozens of moves, and he couldn't help but be surprised, because he found that his icy internal force was ineffective against Zhuo Yu, if Zhuo Yu's strength was also innate, then it would be fine, but Zhuo Yu's internal force level was still at the ** layer of the day after tomorrow, which was really weird.

Zhuo Yu secretly rejoiced, because the spirit bead had begun to absorb those cold ice internal forces! As long as it was a force from the outside world, the spirit beads would automatically absorb it, and Zhuo Yu's spiritual power was strong, and he could slowly control the spirit beads.

"There is someone who can practice the body of the Flame Vajra, no wonder they can take so many moves from me, let you die in the following moves. The white-faced scholar sneered, and the ice sword in his hand spewed out even colder air, and the white-faced scholar took out a bag from his arms and threw it at Zhuo Yu.

Just when Zhuo Yu was about to dodge, but the bag suddenly burst open, and a lot of water was poured on his body, the white-faced scholar burst out, his face became even paler, and the cold ice sword in his hand also spewed out a large cold breath.

Zhuo Yu's body was already soaked, and he was hit by the cold, and his body gradually condensed a layer of stiff ice, causing his movements to become much slower.

The white-faced scholar floated, came to Zhuo Yu's body, and stabbed Zhuo Yu's throat with the snow-white ice sword!

The tip of the sword just pierced Zhuo Yu's throat and stopped, the cold and pale throat of the white-faced scholar had been pinched by Zhuo Yu, his eyes were full of fear, because he had obviously pierced Zhuo Yu's throat just now, but Zhuo Yu was not dead, and he could still pinch his throat.

"This sword is good, it's mine! You go die!" Zhuo Yu sneered, and the internal force of the Vajra Flame in his body suddenly turned into a white energy and poured into his arm......

"Pure Yang Jin!" As soon as the white-faced scholar said these three words, he clicked, and his neck had been pinched off by Zhuo Yusheng.

Zhuo Yu threw the body of the white-faced scholar into the group of people with a strong flick, and at this moment, the group of people stopped moving, and looked at the white-faced scholar who was dead and his whole head was broken like that.

At the moment when they lost their minds, Zhuo Yu had already launched a fierce attack......

Xia Lan's strength was beyond Zhuo Yu's imagination, and he was already much more powerful than the ordinary Nine Layers of the Acquired Heaven, even in the face of the siege of many people, he could kill people while defending.

Among this group of people, the strongest is only the eighth layer of the day after tomorrow, and the ninth layer of the day after tomorrow has already been killed by Zhuo Yu in an instant just now, so they were quickly solved by Xia Lan and Zhuo Yu.

"The Ice Sword should be able to compete with the Heavenly Blood Sword. Zhuo Yu said, Xia Lan snatched the ice sword over, and stroked it lovingly.

Zhuo Yu shook his head, and leaned down to search the white-faced scholar's body, and the other things he found couldn't arouse Zhuo Yu's interest, except for a brand!

This brand was black, and he remembered very clearly that the Long Family Elder Keqing who was killed by him, the innate martial artist Shen Shan, also had an identical brand on his body!

He knew that there must be some hidden secrets in this brand, so he put it in the Qiankun Pearl, and then cut off the head of the white-faced scholar.

"Zhuo Yu, can you sell me this Ice Sword, you can make a price!" Xia Lan said in a low voice, she naturally saw that this Ice Sword was extraordinary, and it was even slightly better than the Heavenly Blood Sword!

Zhuo Yu said "Oh?" and then said, "Didn't I send you a Heavenly Blood Sword?

"I want to perform the double sword swordsmanship, and my internal force is the internal force of Tianyin, the yin qi of this cold ice sword is very heavy, and it suits me, you can make a price, my good brother, sell it to me......" Since Xia Lan was coquettish, she kept tempting Zhuo Yu with her flattering eyes.

Zhuo Yu felt a little funny, and he smiled faintly: "If you strip naked and sleep with me for one night, I will give it to you." ”

"Don't be kidding, 50 million taels of gold, you can't sell it. Xia Lan stomped her feet and said, Zhuo Yu had just given her a Heavenly Blood Sword, and she was embarrassed to let Zhuo Yu give her this Ice Sword, of course, she also knew that the price of this Ice Sword was not only that, but she loved this sword too much.

"It's just a cold ice sword, I'll give it to you!" Zhuo Yu waved his hand and said, the cold ice sword was just a valuable sword in his eyes, and it had no other use, he was not short of money or swords, he knew that the black blacksmith gave him this broken sword for a reason, and besides, he still had a mysterious and terrifying sword in his body!

After Xia Lan was stunned, she cried out in surprise, hugged Zhuo Yu, and kissed Zhuo Yu's cheek with her sexy red lips.

"You dog men and women, I'm going to kill you for Brother Xiao!" Dong Xuanbin shouted from afar, a pair of eyes staring at the blood-red Heavenly Blood Sword and the cold ice sword as white as snow in Xia Lan's hand.

Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan's words were all heard by Dong Xuanbin, he was a martial artist of the ninth layer of the day after tomorrow, not only had good eyesight but also good hearing, and could hear their conversation clearly, especially knowing that since Zhuo Yu had really given away the two swords, he was extremely jealous and angry in his heart.