The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Behind Li Wenzheng was the icy lake water, and in front of him were more than a dozen burly men. The situation did not look very optimistic, but he remained calm and composed, as if victory was in his grasp. This aroused suspicion in Zhang Xiaolin and the others.

On the other side, Pang Shiwu stopped abruptly when he was five zhang away from the target tent.

Suddenly, the Blood Rain Fragrance Sword in its sheath at his waist emitted a buzzing sound, its blade trembling violently! Man and sword are of one mind; Pang Shiwu sensed the intense killing intent emanating from the tent through the sword!
No wonder my brother specifically warned me; it really is dangerous ahead!

He placed both hands on the hilts of two swords, ready to draw them at any moment, and stared directly at the tent, saying loudly, "Does Your Excellency intend to hide in here for the rest of your life?"

The curtain was lifted, and a tall man in a Tibetan robe stepped out. His age seemed somewhat "blurred"! Judging from his skin, he was in the prime of his life, at most around forty years old, but his eyes were full of the marks of time, making him look like an eighty-year-old!
The moment he appeared, Pang Shiwu instantly felt an overwhelming pressure surging towards him. His whole body tensed up, and he almost lost his footing. He immediately channeled his true energy into his dantian, rooting himself firmly to the ground. He barely withstood the overwhelming pressure, but his blood vessels were already in disarray! What a domineering aura!

The man in the Tibetan robe was somewhat surprised that he couldn't force the black-clad youth to kneel, but then he realized, "I forgot you have the Blood Sword's blessing on you!"

Without the Blood Sword's blessing, the black-clad youth would have been kneeling long ago!
There are very few people in the world who can withstand his overwhelming power!

"Boy, the Blood Sword is not suitable for you. You should hand it over to me!" He suddenly waved his sleeve, and Pang Shiwu felt a surge of great force, causing the Blood Sword to fly out of his hand!

He was instantly terrified, and with a loud roar, the Frost Condensation Sword was already thrust out!
The sword energy surged like a dragon, its momentum like a rainbow! Enveloped in snowflakes, it hurtled straight at the man in the Tibetan robe!
The man in the Tibetan robe didn't take it seriously at all. He gently caught the Blood Rain Fragrance Sword with his right hand, and with a flick of his left sleeve, Pang Shiwu's Frost Condensation Sword Qi exploded with a bang halfway through!
The powerful blast wave sent all the snowflakes within a radius of dozens of feet flying! Each snowflake shot out like a hidden weapon, riddling the seven or eight nearest tents with holes! The tents were riddled with transparent holes, letting in drafts and air, making them unsuitable for habitation!
Pang Shiwu was so frightened that his soul almost left his body!
The Blood Rain Fragrance Sword has already fallen into the opponent's hands!

That was his only advantage, the only thing he could rely on to compete with Fang, and now it had been taken away by the other party!
Not only did the balance of power shift, but the gap between the two sides continued to widen, making it seem as if they had fallen into an abyss of no return!
After exchanging only one move with his opponent, Pang Shiwu already knew that the gap between them was far too great!

He certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to fight to the death with the other side!
Fighting to the death will change nothing except dying in battle!

However, if I run away, firstly, can I escape the other party's control? Secondly, what will others think of me if I run away?
This man in the Tibetan robe seems to have reached the same level as his elder brother, Feng Jiuxiao, where "the will is the force" and "one can do as one pleases"! Then his combat power must be...

The man in the Tibetan robe laughed, "Young man, why aren't you drawing your sword?" His laughter sent chills down Pang Shiwu's spine! A forced smile was insufficient to describe his sinister and cunning nature!
Pang Shiwu asked, "Who are you?"

The man in the Tibetan robe said, "Who I am is not important, and you don't need to know."

Pang Shiwu said, "Don't you even dare to tell me your name?"

The man in the Tibetan robe smiled and said, "Young man, your attempts to provoke me will have no effect. I won't tell you because you're not worthy to know my name. You'll die depressed and regretful because you won't even know who killed you."

Murder and kill!
hateful!

Pang Shiwu gripped his sword with both hands, his face suddenly hardening. He slightly bent his knees and raised his sword high, looking quite like a Japanese samurai!
"Hmph! So what if I die? What's the big deal?" Pang Shiwu sneered. "Whether I live or die is irrelevant, you won't survive anyway!"

The man in the Tibetan robe smiled calmly, "Your friends? Even if they joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for me! You're young, but you've got a tough tongue!"

Pang Shiwu roared and charged forward!
Of course, he wouldn't actually charge forward! He just wanted to test his opponent's strength! He took a step forward and then stopped, the Frost Condensation Sword suddenly emitting a bright light, the sword light surging three zhang, and he slashed out fiercely!
A streak of light, like a crescent moon, plowed across the ground!

The crescent-shaped sword energy, like a giant scythe, swept towards the man in the Tibetan robe with an overwhelming and unstoppable momentum! Wherever the moon's edge passed, the solid ice ground shattered, dust and ice shards flew up, and a deep trench was plowed into the earth!
With a flick of his sword, the Tibetan-robed man unleashed a burst of sword energy that struck the crescent-shaped blade squarely. A deafening roar erupted, and the light and shadow exploded like a sky full of sparks before dissipating into the air! The Tibetan-robed man had broken Pang Shiwu's "Crescent Slash" with a single, effortless sword strike!
The man in the Tibetan robe grinned maliciously, "It's my turn to draw my sword!" Just as he was about to swing, his brow furrowed, his body stiffened, and his gaze slowly drifted into the distance! He sensed a killing intent! It was as if he was being targeted!
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, that figure in white seemed to blend seamlessly with the heavens and earth! The young man held a bow in his left hand, and an arrow on the string flew like lightning!

The boy actually drew his bow and aimed it at himself!

To the man in the Tibetan robe's horror, the boy seemed to be able to lock onto him! His intuition told him that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid this deadly arrow!
The two were about five hundred paces apart. Theoretically, this distance should have given him ample time to dodge! When the arrow arrived, his "experience" told him he was perfectly confident he could dodge several feet away!
But his instincts reminded him not to act rashly!

He was fast, but the opponent's arrows were even faster!

When it comes to matters of life and death, "caution" will inevitably suppress "taking a gamble"! Never act impulsively! Never gamble with your life!

He compromised!

"Young man, what do you mean by this?" he said to Feng Jiuxiao, who was five hundred paces away.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Give the sword back to him!"

The man in the Tibetan robe narrowed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and seemed to be weighing his options.
Returning the sword means compromise!

But what if they don't compromise and the other side actually shoots that arrow? I have no confidence that I can dodge it!
What troubled him even more was that the arrow on the opponent's bowstring wasn't an ordinary arrow at all, but an ice arrow! How did this ice arrow come about? It was most likely "transformed from vapor into ice"! This meant that the opponent could fire arrows indefinitely!
He dodged the first arrow, but what about the second? The third? Unless he went against the current, braved the rain of arrows, and killed the white-clad youth with a single blow!

The bow exuded an aura of dominance, surging with spiritual energy, and could lock onto him; it was most likely the Heaven-Shaking Bow!
There's no precedent for escaping from the Heaven-Shaking Bow's arrows! Moreover, the white-robed youth's combat strength is unfathomable, but it's definitely far superior to the black-robed youth's! Even with the Heaven-Shaking Bow, the black-robed youth alone wouldn't pose a threat! This white-robed youth's combat strength is probably at least five times that of Liuli!
He thought about it and decided he couldn't gamble with his life!
Having just broken through to the sixth level of the Glazed Realm, what I need most is to stabilize my realm! It's not advisable to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them!
He narrowed his eyes, a sinister smile playing on his lips!

Let me first give you a taste of the zombie feast I've prepared for you, and then I'll take care of you one by one later!
He tossed the blood sword to Pang Shiwu and laughed, "Here you go, it's useless to me!" He turned and walked into the tent, ignoring Pang Shiwu.
Pang Shiwu turned to look at Feng Jiuxiao, who gestured for him to go back.

Since this expert has no hostile intentions, let's keep to ourselves and ignore each other!

Pang Shiwu returned to Feng Jiuxiao's side, still shaken: "That guy's martial arts are too high! I couldn't even withstand one of his moves!"

Big Wolf, Zeng Yong, and the others all had their pupils contract!

There are such terrifying experts here!
Who is he?
Everyone was filled with doubt!

Feng Jiuxiao looked at Bai Lian, "Do you know her?"

Bai Lian lowered her head in thought. After a moment, she slowly raised her head and said in a deep voice, "He seems to be the Demon Lord's junior brother, the White Emperor!" (End of this chapter)