Chapter 490 Must make him regret it! [Thanks to the Silver League who rewarded "tail number 5621"! 】
This knife came quickly and fiercely, and immediately after the vicious dog's surprise attack, it cut off half a day of moonlight in an instant!
At the moment of crisis, Chu Liang almost subconsciously shrunk to avoid it, but fortunately, he still had reason and restrained the urge to use these righteous methods. But it was impossible to instantly distance him, so he could only forcefully resist.
Boom—
Because the green leaf magic weapon was used many times at the summit of Shushan Mountain, it may be risky for Chu Liang to take it out, so at this moment he can only sacrifice the giant elephant shield that was opened in the city of python belly.
This is the benefit of being rich in magical instruments.
Even if it is a product that has not been kept at the bottom of the box for many years, just taking out one at random can have the power to fight.
A thick shield suddenly lay between the two of them, blocking Guo Zhanfeng's mighty and murderous strike. After a loud clang, a deep cut even appeared on the giant elephant's shield.
It can be seen how fierce this knife is.
The disciples of the Yedaomen are already excellent in sword techniques, but they are also proficient in these conspiracies and calculations, which makes it even more difficult.
Guo Zhanfeng slashed at the shield, turned around with the strength of the rebound, and suddenly flew into the air, stepped on the top edge of the shield, looked down at Chu Liang from above, and raised the long knife in his right hand again!
Seeing the cold light in his eyes, Chu Liang knew that something was wrong, so instead he looked intently at Guo Zhanfeng's left hand.
"The third move of the Ye Dao Sanshi is the flying knife. Everyone knows that the Ye Daomen's sword skills are powerful, but our brothers from the Pluto Sect have died under their flying knives. Cold arrow! Fast as lightning!"
"..."
Sure enough, while Guo Zhanfeng made a false chop with his right hand, his left hand shook like lightning, and he threw out an almost invisible black glow. Chu Liang focused on his vigilance, and with a wave of his right hand, he narrowly caught the flying knife between his fingers.
His golden right hand is as strong as gold and stone, even though the throwing knife is not weak, it will not be able to break through after shaking his fingers twice.
But seeing that the flying knife is as thin as a cicada's wings, the whole body is pitch black, and it is almost completely invisible in the night. The length and width are about the same as a finger, but it is quenched with strong poison, so it is difficult to survive.
This kind of flying knife is called "Moling", and it is the unique weapon of Yadaomen.
Few people know these things about the righteous disciples of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, because they don't have many opportunities to fight against Yadaomen. On the contrary, the demon cultivators of the Pluto Sect know better, because I don't know how many masters of the demon sect have died under this inkling over the years.
It is also because of killing each other for so many years that Yedaomen of the Northern Territory and Hades have already accumulated deep hatred, which is why Guo Zhanfeng was so persistent after meeting Chu Liang.
Chu Liang couldn't use his supernatural powers at the moment, and it was really difficult to deal with him. When he was thinking about how to get out, the black mist and dark tide helped a lot.
Originally, the black mist was approaching here, and Chu Liang came to resist it. Now that the two of them were fighting, the black mist had already surged up. The innumerable yin creatures in the fog are incomplete, but no matter what your cultivation level is, the turbulent tide will drown the two of you.
In an instant, the sun and the moon were dark, only rumbling ghosts passing through.
Guo Zhanfeng was naturally not afraid of these ghosts. With a swing of his long knife, a large area was cleared in an instant. With a few flashes of knife light, a large area of black mist suddenly became clear. But in the blink of an eye, when the shielding of his sight was removed, he could no longer see the demon cultivator.
"Strange..." He hung his body in the air, but saw the vast expanse of snow-white land.
"Wow..." The vicious dog named Bai Xue circled him three times, whimpering, but didn't express anything.
"Escaped so soon?" Guo Zhanfeng frowned and glanced around again before turning and leaving, leaving only an empty messy snow field.
After a while, his body suddenly fell from the sky again.
It turned out that the departure just now was fake, I just wanted to see if the magician was hiding somewhere. He looked around again, and after confirming that there was no one there, he withdrew and left again.
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Hundreds of miles south of the ice sheet, there is a calm water, sparkling in the night. In the center of the water, there is an attic floating at this moment.
On the first floor of the attic, there is a very red hall. A woman in red is sitting in the hall, combing her hair gently in front of the vanity mirror.
In the hall stood another young woman with white skin and snow, with a bit of respect in her expression.
These two are the Red-clothed Palace Master of Hades Sect and his young disciple Yi Qiushui, the last one among the Four Great Demon Girls.
However, recently, Imago's ranking has risen by one place, because the senior sister Liu Moji disappeared, and it was rumored that she eloped with a formation master with the Canglong Secret Realm.
"Master just let Granny Meng go?" Yi Qiushui asked in confusion, "Aren't you afraid that the suzerain will blame you?"
"There are people from the Hall of Bone Bones behind, so Granny Meng may not be able to reach Fengya Mountain." The master of the hall dressed in red replied slowly, "Grandma Meng treated me well back then, and I can only help her once in this way. "
"It turns out that Master and Granny Meng still have friendship." Yi Qiushui said.
In Hades School, these young disciples basically didn't have much impression of Granny Meng. All he knew was that she was an old lady who was by the suzerain's side all the year round and was good at refining medicine. If the Nether Fourth Palace needed alchemy or medicine, they would often ask her for help, but the price they had to pay was not low.
"She wasn't like that back then." The master in red said in a distant voice, "Before the current suzerain took over, Granny Meng had a very high status in the sect...because of the relationship with the previous suzerain. Everyone in the sect knows that she is the former suzerain. The suzerain's lover also gave birth to a son. It's just that she doesn't want this son to get involved in the magic sect, so she has been raising it elsewhere."
"One sixty years ago, I should be about the same age as you, and I made a big mistake at that time..." Speaking of this, the red-clothed hall master paused for a while, as if recalling something, and said after a while: "That touch of the door I was supposed to be executed before, but it was Granny Meng who pleaded for me and let my life be spared."
Yi Qiushui's eyes flickered, and he raised his eyes and asked: "But it has something to do with... the senior who the master mentioned to take the Shenxu scroll?"
Her eyes twinkled with curiosity.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." The red-clothed hall master reprimanded.
"Oh..." Yi Qiushui lowered his head silently.
As the youngest disciple of the red-clothed hall master, she grew up beside her master since she was a child, so she is not full of awe for this secretive red-clothed hall master like other demon disciples.
Over the years, she has always known that Master has a person in mind. The last time she was asked to look for the scroll of Shenxu, it was for that person. It's a pity that I was deceived by a fake "Dugu Qiubai" last time, and he cut off the scroll of Shenxu.
Thinking of this, Yi Qiushui gritted his teeth with hatred.
What is Dugu Qiubai, it's best not to let yourself meet him a second time, otherwise...you must make him regret it!
There is a silver tipped by an old brother’s digital ID. The title is really hard to type, so I can only write the ending number to thank. Thank you, big brother.
(end of this chapter)