Fu Canglu

Chapter 160 The Prey and the Hunter

Zhong Xuehu looked at the huge long sword on the back of the demon Ding Kun.

During the few years when the Rain Demon head swept across the Central Plains, the Juque Demon Sword was crowned with the title of cold and ruthless bloodthirsty, and even all the giant swords were covered with a bloody veil.

In fact, Ding Kun's reputation as the Four Swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty is quite controversial. The reason is that the huge long sword behind him is really stained with too much blood, and it is really not worthy of the title of Four Swordsmen.

This is an extremely bloodthirsty character with a violent temperament and cruel methods.

Fortunately, the Northern Wei Dynasty needed a few young people who could stand up to the sword and at least be able to crush their peers.And this murderous demon just happened to meet such a condition.

The big black scorpion was hunting, and the demon Ding Kun walked side by side with Duan Ziyi, who was floating three feet.

The huge Zhaoye Jade Lion quietly followed the two of them about a foot away.

Such a purple bamboo forest is extremely vast, and the leaves of the purple bamboo rise up without wind, making a roaring sound.

Duan Ziyi's face was calm, and he sensed that the soaring Xuanwu aura not far away disappeared bit by bit.

Duan Ziyi learned swordsmanship at the age of seven, and what he practiced was the most overbearing and powerful slave sword technique.If a sword is held in the palm, the chest will be domineering for no reason. There hasn't been a loss in 15 years.Since leaving Thunder City, he has been completely killed in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

For Duan Ziyi, the only regret is that he didn't go to Fengting City for the rare sword drinking party.

He never believed how evil those so-called evildoers could be.

If we only talk about the skills of practice, Duan Ziyi thinks he is qualified to climb that monstrous mountain.What he practiced was the strongest level of exercises left over from ancient times, the Eighteen Purple Qi Scrolls. After breaking through the ninth rank, the purple energy energy was eighteen times thicker than that of ordinary practitioners. Such a terrifying difference in energy was enough Let Duan Ziyi crush fellow practitioners.

Duan Ziyi came to Luoyang just to see how sharp his sword was.

Therefore, the extremely conspicuous and even somewhat obtrusive aura outside Luoyang City became the first choice for Jianfeng to unsheath.

Duan Ziyi didn't think he would lose.

He didn't think that the so-called evildoer was any stronger than himself.

Until he stepped into this purple bamboo forest.

That extremely domineering and indifferent aura melted into the world the moment he stepped into the purple bamboo forest.

Like a roaring tiger suddenly stopped, took a step back, hid itself, and fell silent in the wilderness.

This is an extremely terrifying thing.

Duan Ziyi completely lost the sense of that breath.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling something unusual.

"The transformation of hunter and prey?"

The Eighteen Purple Qi Scrolls were revolving with a bang, and the huge purple energy wrapped around the whole body. Duan Ziyi maintained a cautious attitude and walked with his sword, while carefully searching for the invisible Xuanwu breath, while guarding against possible sudden attacks .

The beast from Xixia seemed to regard his group as prey.

Carrying a huge long sword on his back, the demon who was dragging his black coat to the ground suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ding Kun's solemn voice sounded under the silver mask.

"The evildoers of Xixia, don't you dare to show up for a fight?"

The purple bamboo forest suddenly became quiet.

no respond.

Ding Kun smiled softly under the mask.

"The millennium king is 8 years tortoise. I thought someone came from Xixia, but it turned out that the first ten thousand years shrunken tortoise came."

With the help of the monstrous Purple Bamboo Forest!
Duan Wuyin, who was sitting on the head of the huge Zhaoyeyu lion, suddenly opened his eyes.

Above the purple bamboo forest.

A figure suddenly pressed down like a thousand gold pendant.

The speed of that figure broke through the limit, and it turned into a blur in the sight.

Duan Ziyi's figure suddenly moved.

His slightly tiptoed feet soared into the sky in an instant, and his whole body turned into a purple shadow. He made a tactic with both hands, and the slave sword technique suddenly moved, and the purple sword on the sole of his feet teleported in front of the falling figure.

"cut!"

The purple sword casted extremely quickly, carrying Yuanli ten times stronger than the ordinary ninth grade, and appeared in front of the falling figure in an instant.

What happened next shocked everyone:
The falling figure stopped suddenly.

There is no slightest buffer.

Stand still for a moment.

In midair, fell into a moment of absolute stillness.

Then the purple sword penetrated upwards, as if piercing through a phantom.

Duan Ziyi's pupils shrunk slightly, and with his brain working at its limit, he only had time to bow his head slightly.

A pool of blood spattered onto his face.

The distance from him is less than three feet.

Wearing a black coat is erratic.

The master of the black giant drew out the huge sword with both hands, wiped the sword surface with one hand, and held the hilt with the other hand.

A huge long sword lay in front of him.

It was pierced through by a big fist with its body.

As fragile as paper.

There was a slight clicking sound under Ding Kun's mask.

The silver-white mask that was tightly stitched to the cheeks couldn't bear the collapse.

A dense and continuous sound burst out.

Along with the shattered silver and white mask gushing out, there is also a big mouthful of heart and soul.

Ding Kun's mind was still focused on the moment when the man appeared above the purple bamboo forest.

Jack pendant.

Then teleported to himself.

teleport.

This man's speed was faster than the naked eye, and even beyond the range that his own power could perceive.

Even though he had predicted his attack, he drew his sword in time.

Ding Kun's eyes were already a little loose.

He really never thought that a person's physique could be so strong.

He wanted to see clearly the appearance of the man in front of him.

Total darkness.

Duan Wuyin looked at the man not far away with a complex expression who was still in a punching posture.

Ding Kun, the devil who enjoyed a fierce reputation in the Northern Wei Dynasty and was hailed as the second rain devil, was punched through his heart and lungs.

Almost at ten breaths or so.

This murderous maniac who was expected to reach the pinnacle of power in the Northern Wei Dynasty had already shed all his blood and lost all his vital signs.

Duan Wuyin realized that he had made a huge mistake.

From his own perspective, he miscalculated how powerful the evildoer was.

How strong is the so-called evildoer?Such a question, if you want to get a definite answer from one person, then the person who measures how strong the evildoer is must also be the evildoer.

Tang Xiaoman and Zhong Xuehu's faces were pale, looking at this young man with a shirtless body and unparalleled muscles all over his body.

The world always likes to joke with people.

It's as if the two eldest ladies have been clamoring to see what the legendary evildoer looks like.

But he never thought that this terrifying man who walked with him all the way to Luoyang and then parted ways was actually a real evildoer!

He smiled, showing all his white teeth.

"Second meeting."

"Are you here to die?"

(End of this chapter)