He didn't look at it because, in those hundreds of years of caressing, he gradually touched the soul of the knife.

He was speechless, just because his conversation with the knife was with his own soul!

Only the soul can feel the soul!

Suddenly, the man in white opened his eyes, and the light of the stars flashed and disappeared in an instant.

He slapped his right hand on the blade, pinched the tip of the knife, and threw it out with his backhand.

The heavy ghost-headed knife, in the flick of the man in white, turned into a golden mist, and a cold light flew out from the golden mist.

That's a ...... Flying!

A throwing knife that surpasses the speed limit!

The moment the old man of the Fengyue clan saw the cold light, he didn't have time to make any blocking moves, he only felt a chill in his left eye, and a feeling of extreme emptiness came, and there was only a hole left in his left eye.

Cold light pierced from the back of its head, and around it, seven golden sigils swirled and exploded, turning into nothingness.

The old man's right eye showed disbelief, and his body fell from mid-air to the earth, he could never have imagined that he would die like this, not even the breath of death, so fast that he couldn't remember what had happened.

After piercing out, the speed of the cold light slowed down slightly, and it went straight to the left eye of the majestic man.

The majestic man burst into a shout, the figure of the electric light stone fire forcibly twisted, the stone axe blocked in front of him, only a crisp sound of "ding" was heard, and the cold light shot out backwards, and in a flash, it disappeared into the sleeve of the man in white.

On the stone axe, a deep hole was left that almost pierced the stone axe.

The huge force was shocked, and the majestic man took three steps back, staring at the man in white, with a crazy fierce light on his face.

"I didn't expect that there was such a powerful sword cultivation in the Xuanyang Gate. ”

The man in white turned pale, the flying knife appeared in his hand again, he slowly got up, looked at the majestic man, and in his mind, a voice echoed like a previous life.

This knife, with the soul as the guide, if it can contain a thousand-year-old sword soul, under one blow, on this North Xuan Star, there are only two or three people who can avoid it.

At this moment, Xuanyangmen was facing a catastrophe, and he couldn't sit idly by.

It's just that the sword soul has not yet been completed, and under the forced attack, his soul is injured, and it is difficult to strike again in a short time.

Even so, this knife instantly killed the Seven Mountains Seal powerhouse, and the Eight Mountains Seal had to avoid its edge in front of him, and with this move alone, the man in white could enter the list of well-known powerhouses in the Northern Xuanxing.

The majestic man looked up to the sky and roared, the stone axe in his hand flew up, flashing with colorful brilliance, and the infinite heaven and earth yuan power converged and drilled into the axe's body, at the same time, the golden light in the man's left eye disappeared, and the phantom shadows of the eight mountains surrounded the stone axe.

The stone axe was slowly raised, and there seemed to be endless great force on it, and it slashed down, turning into a colorful axe, which fell directly on the Xuanyang Gate Mountain Protection Array.

Only a crisp loud sound was heard, and the large array collapsed, and the stone axe shook back, and was grasped by the man in his hand.

Qi Yun Peak, Luo Yun Peak, Feitian Peak, and more than a dozen peaks, each with a figure sitting cross-legged spurting blood, their minds merged into the big array, gathering the strength of everyone, making the defense of the big array stronger.

At this moment, the great array was shattered, and under the backlash of power, they were all injured.

The stone axe was carried on his shoulder, and the majestic man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "This formation, Lao Tzu will be crushed with an axe, but Er'er, you Xuanyang Gate up and down, are all people who sit in the well and watch the sky." ”

The man's voice was like thunder, echoing in the Jin Kingdom, and at this moment, both monks and mortals looked in the direction of Xuanyang Gate with heavy expressions.

Han Yu's expression did not move, and a wisp of resolute coldness appeared all over his body, and he pinched the trick again, but in an instant, his expression changed greatly, and he turned his head to look at the sky.

A flat voice came slowly from the depths of the white clouds.

"My Xuanyang Gate is not a place for others to be humiliated!"

Suddenly, the white clouds were churning and boiling, and a cyan figure emerged from the clouds.

Above the clouds, the figure stood there, looking from afar, it seemed to be a green mountain that suppressed the heavens and the earth.

The moment the cyan figure appeared, in the Xuanyang Gate, the monks of the entire Jin Kingdom all changed their expressions drastically, and their eyes showed excitement.

In the entire Jin Kingdom, there is no cultivator who does not know this cyan figure, and this person's appearance is something that every sect disciple must keep in mind.

"Ancestor!"

"It's the Ancestor!"

"Haha, I said it a long time ago, the ancestor will never die. ”

One after another full of excited shouts, coming from all over the Xuanyang Gate, echoing the heavens and the earth, the cyan figure nodded slightly, and then the right hand was summoned, and the wind and clouds immediately surged, and the invisible power appeared out of thin air, turning into a circle of ripples.

This circular ripple is no different from the pattern of the surface of the water, but the difference is that one is gradually spreading and the other is slowly contracting.

Endless ripples were staggered, and a spherical shape the size of a hundred miles enveloped the majestic man of the Feng Yue clan in it.

"If you can break through this formation, I will let you live. ”

The voice of the cyan figure was calm, but in it, there was a supreme majesty that controlled the world.

The majestic man's expression froze, his pupils were extremely constricted, and the green tendons on his arm holding the stone axe suddenly protruded, as soon as this young man in green shirt appeared, he lost control of the Yuan Force between heaven and earth, and this person simply stood there like that, which brought him a strong pressure.

In front of this pressure, his arrogance actually seemed a little ridiculous.

He had heard of the name of this young man in green shirts before he came to Jinguo, but he didn't expect that this person was not dead.

"Xuanyangmen Ancestor, Han Shi!" the look of jealousy in the eyes of the majestic man was strong.

In the long wind, the long gray hair fluttered up, Han Shi looked indifferent, pointed at the spherical ripples with his right hand, and said softly: "Ning!"

The ball of hundred miles of ripples immediately contracted, the speed was extremely fast, the strong man's heart was cold, and a breath of death enveloped his whole body, he shouted, slapped his palm on his chest, and spewed out a blood arrow, which was absorbed as soon as it was contaminated with the stone axe.

At the same time, the eight golden sigils in his left eye burst open at the same time, turning into a powerful force and merging into the stone axe.

The stone axe made a loud bang in the rapid trembling, completely shattered, and turned into a cloud of stone mist, in which the black shadow longed, and a huge stone Jiao emerged from the place where the stone axe was broken, and let out an earth-shattering roar towards Han Shi.

Immediately, Shi Jiao swallowed the majestic man in one gulp, soared into the air, and rushed towards the rapidly shrinking ripple ball.

Han Shi's eyes were clear, his right hand was clenched, and the stone Jiao was completely sealed by the ripple ball in an instant, and an indescribable huge force forced the desperately struggling stone Jiao to continuously compress.

A terrible roar, echoing through the sky.

After a while, the rippled ball completely turned into a dead silence, slowly shrunk to the size of a palm, and fell into Han Shi's palm.

This scene, falling in the eyes of the monks of Xuanyang Sect and other sects of the Jin Kingdom, immediately turned into an unparalleled fanaticism, they couldn't imagine how powerful Han Shi had been, and he could kill an extremely strong person of the Eight Mountains of the Fengyue Clan so lightly.

In the past six months, just one of the Seven Mountains of the Fengyue clan has forced the Jin State to be cornered in the cultivation realm, and it is even more necessary to make the Xuanyang Gate open the mountain protection array, and gather the strength of the whole sect to compete.

Han Shi's right hand pressed forward out of thin air, and a force fell from the sky, and the originally shattered large array recovered quickly, not only that, but the strength was far greater than before.

The previous formation, in his current vision, although there is a place for merit, but the shortcomings are also obvious, this recasting, even if it is the cultivation of the tripod, in a short period of time, it is difficult to break.

Ten breaths later, the large array reappeared, flickered several times, and disappeared.

Han Shi's gaze fell, falling on Luo Yunfeng, an old man in gray shirt, and there was a hint of respect in his expression.

After a long time, Han Shi's eyes turned and looked at the man in white standing on the edge of a cliff in Feitian Peak, with a slight smile in his eyes.

His gaze slowly swept over, looking at the faces that were full of anticipation and admiration, Han Shi smiled indifferently, and finally, his gaze fell on Han Yu's body.

Han Yu sighed lightly, suppressed a trace of complicated emotions, and said, "Where is Hanjia Village......"

Han Shi was silent for a while, and said: "Life and death are fate, my generation of monks, but I have a clear conscience." ”

Han Yu took a long breath and said: "Now that the Fengyue clan is powerful, it is rumored that there is still a Soul Sealing Clan hiding in the Beixuan Five Elements Two Sects, and the mystery of this clan is even better than that of the Fengyue Clan, you are now cultivating to Tongtian, but you must be careful of the Soul Sealing Clan hidden in the dark." ”

Han Shi nodded, his gaze swept from the Xuanyang Gate again, his body shook, and he disappeared into a long rainbow.

Han Shi's figure flashed again and again, every time he appeared, it would span hundreds of thousands of miles, he knew very well that this was not the time to talk for a long time, so except for Han Yu, even the master did not leave a word.

Some things are just a glance away!

Han Yu looked at the direction where Han Shi disappeared and smiled slightly bitterly, this time they met, he found that the gap between himself and Han Shi had become more distant.

He saw some indescribable rhymes in Han Shi, which shook his heart, which was as firm as the ice of eternity.

"That's ...... Is the power of the Dao?" Han Yu's eyes were like stars, and he looked at the sky.

In the process of moving forward, Han Shi's spiritual sense spread out on a large scale, but whenever he fell into the country ravaged by the Fengyue clan, he would stop for a while and kill the strong people of the Fengyue clan.

Along the way, the masters of the Fengyue clan who died in the hands of Han Shi were close to a thousand, except for the majestic man, they did not encounter other strong people above the Eight Mountains Seal, and most of the strong people who wanted to come to this level were gathered outside the Northern Xuanzong at this moment.

However, the fall of nearly twenty people from the Seven Mountains Feng clan has reached a point of breaking the muscles and bones for the Feng Yue clan, and as for the Six Mountains and Five Mountains Seal, there are more casualties.

Han Shi's speed was extremely fast, and often the figure flashed, and then disappeared again, without bringing a huge momentum, the strong man of the Fengyue clan had already become a corpse.

In the eyes of many monks who escaped, what was left was the back of a green-shirted and gray-haired man.

Many people's eyes showed thoughtful meaning, and they had questions about each other, and there was only one question asked, that is, the identity of this gray-haired man in green shirts.