At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 204: Harvesting Buddha's Bone Relics
"Seek death."

The man in the bloodstained white robe had a playful expression on his face. He waved his sleeves, and Shi Xinyuan's body flew over uncontrollably.

Shi Xinyuan opened her red lips slightly, wanting to speak, but found that she couldn't even utter a single sound.

When those eyes met Xiao Han's, he felt his limbs become sore and his eyes were dull.

Grandmaster of the Celestial Realm?

Just ants.

After this battle, Xiao Han's murderous aura and arrogance reached unprecedented heights, which was no match for Shi Xinyuan.

The five white fingers locked onto Xiangxi's neck, the restraint loosened, and Shi Xinyuan wanted to struggle.

But her neck was pinched by the man, and her body was lifted up, with her feet off the ground.

"I have already given you a chance."

A cold voice sounded in his ears. Shi Xinyuan's face turned pale with a hint of blue, his eyes turned bulged outward, and his pupils were wide open.

His lips moved and his hands kept slapping the arm.

Meeting those murderous eyes, the state of mind that she had cultivated for decades collapsed at this moment.

"But Sect Master Shi himself doesn't cherish it!"

After saying that, he exerted a little force with his palms and tightened his five fingers. After Shi Xinyuan struggled violently for a moment, the movements became smaller and smaller, until the two hands that were slapping Xiao Han's arms fell down weakly.

Nie Si Niang, who was far away, turned her head away. She should have been happy after witnessing the death of her mortal enemy with her own eyes.

But for some reason, Nie Si Niang felt extremely heavy-hearted and even felt her neck itchy.

It was as if the hand was not pinching Shi Xinyuan's neck, but pinching her, Nie Si Niang.

Grandmaster of the Celestial Realm.

But she was strangled like a chicken. If one day, she had a conflict with that man.

I'm afraid that hand will strangle my neck without hesitation, just like it strangled Shi Xinyuan to death today.

When she thought of this possibility, Nie Si Niang shuddered unconsciously.

"Nie Si Niang, Nie Si Niang, Shi Xinyuan is the Marquis' enemy, but you are the Marquis' ally."

She comforted herself in this way and forced herself to suppress the strange feeling of grief for the loss of another.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for killing a Grandmaster of the Celestial Realm and obtaining 1.5 million God Killing Points.]

The voice of the system appeared in his mind. He shook his head, flicked his hand, and threw Shi Xinyuan's body out, smashing it to the ground.

The giant of the righteous martial arts world in the Central Plains, the leader of Buddhism, and the current master of Shadow Mountain died in such a humiliating way under the city of Qingzhou.

"died?"

Countless masters who were watching the battle in secret were terrified, because that was the leader of Shadow Mountain, who was known as the Chosen Emperor of Heaven.

But the current sect leader and the walking guard, one was strangled to death, and the other was unconscious, and I'm afraid they are not far from death.

"We must not become an enemy of Xiliang Hou."

At this time, both the Northern Wei martial arts world and the Central Plains martial arts masters all had the same idea.

That man is not only extremely strong, but also extremely murderous. No matter whether you are from the righteous or evil path, if you mess with him, you will die.

"It's over."

"It is impossible for Buddhism to enter Jizhou again."

Some people gloated, "Shadow Mountain is going to be in big trouble."

As Shi Xinyuan's body fell to the ground, a dull sound was heard. On the city wall, the Marquis of Qingzhou turned pale and his heart was broken.

"Don't make an enemy of this person."

The Marquis of Qingzhou said secretly, then glanced at the Marquis's concubine beside him out of the corner of his eye, as if he had made some decision secretly.

Under the city of Qingzhou.

The one-armed old man who fell in the mud slowly got up, his face instantly aged a lot, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. His hunched body was a little shaky, the wind was howling, and the snow was falling. The old man looked at the man in the distance and grinned, "Good boy, you are awesome, I am not as good as you."

"Senior, aren't you leaving yet?"

Xiao Han glanced at the one-armed old man and said lightly, then waved his hand. A palm-sized jade box floated out from Liu Xuanxuan's arms and fell into his hands.

When the jade box was opened, a relic was found lying quietly inside, emitting a golden light. It contained extremely pure Buddhist power, far exceeding that of a grand master in the Celestial Realm. It was none other than the Buddha's bone relic.

"Xiao Yue'er, keep it."

He opened his mouth and threw the jade box out. Xiaoyue reached out to catch it and put it in her arms.

"Marquis Xiliang, Shi Xinyuan is dead, and you have obtained the Buddha's bone relic."

The one-armed old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "How about letting me take this girl away?

"no.

Xiao Han shook his head: "If you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze."

As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He made a sword-like finger with his right hand and rushed out into the void in front of him.

"Bah"

The sword fingers collided, the sword energy dissipated, Xiao Han took a half step back, dispersed the finger gesture, snorted coldly, and looked into the distance.

The wind and snow were so strong that they covered the sky and the earth, submerging the entire Qingzhou City. The heavy snow was pouring down in layers.

In the blink of an eye, the body of Shi Xinyuan, the leader of Shadow Mountain, was buried. The world was silent except for the sound of wind and snow.

No one else had a clear idea of ​​what had just happened, not even Nie Si Niang, the Demon Sect's top master, could see it clearly.

Xiao Han could only vaguely see a fleeting sword energy. He lowered his head and saw a gap at the cuff.

He was cut open by the sudden sword energy just now. He narrowed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, stood straight, and said calmly: "Since you are here, why do you still hide your head and show your tail?"

In the entire Qingzhou city, perhaps only the one-armed old man knows who this Xiliang Marquis is talking to.

however.

And there was no response.

The wind and snow are getting stronger and stronger.

"call out"

A moment later, a strong wind blew towards them, making the white robes whistling. Yuwen Yulou, Shen Pei, Xiaoyue'er and others could hardly open their eyes.

The snow roared, and an exquisite little sword eight chapters long came out of the wind and snow, silently, and went straight to his forehead.

"boom"

Xiao Han narrowed his eyes. Within a radius of a hundred feet, the wind and snow were heavy, and no one noticed the exquisite little sword.

Wrapped in wind and snow, silently and in an instant, it appeared three feet in front of him. The small sword was exquisite and extremely simple.

Xiao Han's body did not move, and the speed of the flying sword slowed down greatly. Within three feet, it was like an ant climbing.

Finally, it broke through the layers of Qi and stopped within a foot in front of him, causing a slight pain between his eyebrows.

There was no aura on the small sword, and it was like a child's toy. Only Xiao Han knew what kind of terrible power was contained in this sword.

The small sword did not move.

Xiao Han also did not move.

Seeing this scene, the one-armed old man shook his head, sighed, then turned and left, disappearing in the wind and snow.

He did not try to stop the old Sword God. At this level, it was possible to determine the winner, but it would not be so easy to determine life or death.

Today, Shi Xinyuan died and the Buddha's relic was obtained. The purpose of this trip has been achieved and there is no need to continue to tangle with the one-armed old man.

Xiao Han looked into the blizzard. After a few breaths, most of the wounds on his body had healed.

This is the powerful physique tempered by the thirteenth level of the Nine Yang Divine Art.

(End of this chapter)