Chapter Ninety-Six: The Realm of Mist

Cold Moon Excalibur shot!

Lishui finally began to use the magic weapon, but it was not the Heavenly Hidden Divine Bow that everyone was pondering, but the Cold Moon Divine Sword of Han Bingyi.

Han Bingyi actually lent the Cold Moon Divine Sword to Lishui, wouldn't this time be tantamount to forming a grudge with the Purple Snow Cave.

Elder Han glanced up at Han Bingyi, who had been standing in mid-air, and said coldly, "Han Bingyi, this is such a big favor!"

Han Bingyi glanced at Elder Han with a cold face: "It's just a flying sword!, Elder Han doesn't want to say that there is no high-level spirit treasure comparable to the huge Purple Snow Cave!"

Elder Han snorted coldly and didn't say anything, but the resentment in his eyes was unusually obvious, but Han Bingyi didn't care at all.

A trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in Mei Lingfeng's eyes not far away, and as soon as he saw the Shui Hanyue Divine Sword move, he moved his gaze to Amu. He knew that Han Bingyi would never lend the Cold Moon Divine Sword to Lishui, which was mostly Amu's face.

As soon as the Cold Moon Divine Sword came out, Han Zixiang was also stunned.

A Fixed-Cultivation Beginner-level Great Perfection with a high-level spiritual treasure in his hand and a high-level Fixed-Cultivation Absolute with his bare hands have the power to fight. I didn't expect that in addition to the Heavenly Hidden Divine Bow, Lishui also had such a magic weapon, and I didn't expect Han Bingyi to support Amu and Lishui so blatantly. Although I don't have any friendship with Han Bingyi, I never had a holiday, I really didn't expect it.

"If you clean up Amu Lishui, you won't be able to run away from the cold ice!" Han Zixiang secretly hated.

However, a high-level spiritual treasure is not enough to make Han Zixiang do anything! At this time, Han Zixiang also has a plan to fight quickly, and the battle situation has been unexpected, lest it will change later.

Seeing the Cold Moon Divine Sword turning into countless streamers coming, Han Zixiang snorted coldly. Inside the storage bag, a black light shot out.

It was a fairy sword glowing with black light, which also turned into ten thousand rays of brilliance, directly meeting the Cold Moon Divine Sword.

"Wuri Divine Sword! Han Zixiang actually took out his sword!" Someone recognized this flying sword at a glance, which was also a very famous fairy sword in the Northern Han Sect.

Cold Moon and Wuri are known as the double walls of the Northern Han Immortal Sword, but I didn't expect to compete here today.

Almost no one thought that Lishui, who has always been regarded as a waste, actually forced Han Zixiang to take out the sword, this is the first time Han Zixiang has made a sword in the Northern Han Sect, you must know that fifteen years ago, Han Zixiang swept the entire Northern Han Eight Veins with his bare hands.

At this time, no one regards Lishui as a cultivator, but a dignified Beihan Dingxiu, a demon-level Beihan Dingxiu who can fight with Han Zixiang.

The remnant sun is falling in the west, and the sunset is like blood. Under the cloud cliff of Tongtian Peak, there was a murderous atmosphere.

In the sea of green mist, the two divine swords of Cold Moon and Wuri, the brilliance is intertwined, flying up and down, and the sound of the two swords clashing is endless. Leaving the water, Han Zixiang controlled the divine sword, stirred the void, attacked and killed, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

The battle between two high-level Lingbao-level flying swords, such a grand occasion, has not been encountered in a hundred years.

As soon as Han Zixiang made a flying sword, the whole person seemed to be three points sharper. For the arrogant and invincible Han Zixiang, it was already an insult to use the immortal sword to deal with a fixed cultivation primary-level Great Perfection, and at this time, the two swords were in the air, and his own side did not have the upper hand.

Wuri Divine Sword, Wuguang Dao, is like a killing weapon from the Nine Shadows. The Cold Moon Divine Sword, the chill is endless, like a treasure from Guanghan.

Two divine swords compete, and neither can suppress the other.

In the sea of green mist, the corners of Han Zixiang's mouth sneered, and suddenly two strange green rays were released from his eyes, which were like the eyes of a vicious wolf foraging on the grassland, and more like the greedy gaze of a poisonous snake when it spits out its core.

The sea of green fog suddenly became thicker, surging and churning, and the sky and the earth were full of Zhaozhao mist, which seemed to form a fog barrier.

Amu can only sense everything with his magic sense, and everything else can't be seen clearly.

"Huh?" And the feeling of leaving the water is the same as Amu, but the only difference is that the water suddenly feels that Han Zixiang has lost his trace in the sea of fog. In the vast sea of fog, there was no half of Han Zixiang's breath, and the divine sense away from the water could not sense Han Zixiang at all.

"Uh! no!" Lishui's heart was shocked, not only Han Zixiang, but also Amu was gone.

In the sky and on the ground, there is only a vast green mist.

All sounds were gone, everything was still, except for himself, he couldn't sense anything from the water, and even the connection between the Cold Moon Sword and himself was cut off.

"What's going on?" was on guard, but the green mist was vast, and there was no breath at all, except for the green mist, which seemed to be a dead shijie.

But just when he was out of the water and confused, he suddenly felt the sound of rustling gradually coming from all directions, from far and near, as if something was wandering and crawling.

"What is it?" Before the words left the water, I saw countless strange snakes with green and white chapters suddenly emerging from the green mist, one by one, one by one, no less than ten million!

These strange snakes are overgrown, twisted and sinking, and have one eye embedded in their foreheads. One by one, they spit out long cores, and there is a ghostly light in one eye, salivating and dripping, and the smell of shame makes people feel sick.

"Huh?" Lishui snorted coldly, "How can such a strange snake withstand me?" Lishui made a seal on his chest with both hands, wanting to cast the magic of immortal fire and directly incinerate these one-eyed monster snakes.

But as soon as he left the water, he suddenly felt that his Danhai was empty, and he had no cultivation power at all.

"What about the Eternal Holy Lotus?" Li Shui was shocked, "The blue lotus in the Danhai has long since disappeared, and there is no trace of half of it!"

"What's going on? Where's my fairy root? How did I turn back into a cultivator?"

Lishui's expression changed greatly, and at this time, the countless one-eyed monster snakes with green and white chapters swarmed up, with long cores and white teeth, and rushed directly out of the water.

"Hmm!" there is no cultivation to protect the body, and there is no power to dodge at this time, with a muffled snort, he has already been bitten in the left leg, although the body of the water has been tempered by fixed cultivation, but this poisonous snake still bites through, I don't know if it is the venom of this one-eyed monster snake, and he suddenly feels dizzy when he leaves the water.

At the same time, countless poisonous snakes pounced on them and entangled them in the water. In an instant, there were hundreds of mouthfuls, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made Lishui couldn't help but snort.

At this moment, the water touched death. The eyes are full of green, and they are turning into boundless darkness.

Pain, suffocation, desperate struggle out of the water, but those green snakes are getting tighter and tighter, and life out of the water is being devoured.

There is no cultivation power in the body at all, and there is no longer the vigor of Fang Cai when he leaves the water, and it is impossible to take out the Heavenly Hidden Divine Bow in the storage.

Amu, Liruo, Lishui, called out to the two closest people in his heart, but there was no sound for a long time. All he could hear now was the snorting and gnawing of the vipers at him.

Death, endless death is spreading. Leaving the water to almost despair, he died in the unknown.

But at this time, a trace of faith in the bottom of my heart is supporting Lishui.

Thirteen years of indifference, thirteen years of forbearance, thirteen years of endless struggle, today should be a blockbuster, is it going to fall like this?

What to do with Pear?

Can Amu face a strong enemy alone?

I'm not reconciled, I can't die!

"Hehe, what's the matter? Leaving the water, are you unwilling?" I don't know when, Han Zixiang transformed into a poisonous mist, hazy like a soul shadow, looking at the ten thousand snakes struggling in pain and struggling out of the water, sneering again and again.

"This realm of fog is born because of me, I am the master here, and your death or immortality is only between my thoughts. Han Zixiang's face was ruthless, his hands were clenched, and those endless poisonous snakes frantically attacked Lishui, who was in tatters at this time, and his body was full of scars.

But at this moment, I saw that in the front heart of the water, the light was spreading, and a little glimmer of light suddenly turned like the moon.

An ancient jade, exuding coolness, hangs above the head of the water. As soon as this jade came out, thousands of rays of light fell, directly covering the whole body of Lishui, and those poisonous snakes suddenly turned invisible under its light.

"Hmm, what kind of magic weapon is this?Break my illusion technique!" Han Zixiang's eyes narrowed slightly, "Zhenxin Jade!" He finally recognized this beginner-level soul treasure, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He used the Fog Realm to separate Amu from the water, originally thinking that in this realm, he could transform everything and peel off all the cultivation of the water. Under the illusion, Lishui will definitely die, but I didn't expect that Lishui actually had a calming ancient jade on Lishui's body that specializes in breaking evil magic methods.

This is a primary-level soul treasure that specializes in protecting the master, and all of its illusions in Han Zixiang are ineffective at all. But this realm of fog is a virtual and real shijie, and only illusion is the ultimate killing technique.

Zhenxinyu let the dark shijie from the water, a ray of dawn appear.

I am unwilling! I cannot die! The power of faith that is out of the water rises without concentration.