The carriage passed through the streets and alleys of Changling, and the line on the painted wall played some role. The carriage quickly walked out of the downtown area and headed towards the fields on the bank of a tributary of the Wei River...

When the driver on the carriage was passing through the streets, he was pushed down by a gentle force under a wall shining with sunlight, and seemed to be like an idle person sitting under the wall with nothing to do and basking in the sun.

Seeing the speed of the carriage moving slowly, the sarcastic feeling on the face of the man who had been following the vendors was getting stronger and stronger, and a domineering and fierce aura began to spread in his eyes.

This kind of unspeakable momentum that does not take a country and a dynasty seriously is only possible for several great rebels to take it seriously.

This man who looks like a vendor is naturally Fan Zhuo, one of the true disciples of Yunshui Palace, and Bai Shanshui has his left arm and right arm.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo naturally saw the intention of the carriage to attract each other, but in his eyes, the people in the carriage were just seeking death.

There are only a limited number of people who can kill him in Changling, but such people will not exist in two floors.

Even the practitioners who were invited outside the two floors would never have thought that he was from Yunshui Palace.

It's just that these are just his personal thoughts.

Changsun Qianxue’s usual ideas are extremely simple, but it does not mean that she is stupid.

When the carriage drove into a shanty town where duck farmers were left by the river and there was no people at this moment, she was sure that this place would not be observed by the nearest corner tower. She thought carefully about the route in Ding Ning's painting wall in her mind, and thought about the route to leave after taking action. Then she slowly stopped the carriage and stopped between a simple shed.

Fan Zhuo walked into this temporary village along the marks of the carriage.

Looking at the blue yellow or white duck feces exposed under the ice surface crushed by the wheels of the carriage, he frowned and said mockingly: "The location was good, but the environment was too poor."

Changsun Qianxue in the carriage also frowned deeply.

She has always had a serious obsession with cleanliness. Although this was the safest place she chose to take action, she was still extremely uncomfortable when she heard Fan Zhuo's words.

She decided to leave this place soon.

"Why do you want to kill Wang Taixu? Is it because of Liang Lian?" she asked extremely directly.

"Are you a member of the Bingma Si?" Fan Zhuo was stunned. He did not expect that there was a woman in the carriage, nor did he expect that the other party would say such words directly. However, thinking that the Bingma Si did not have a strong female practitioner like Ye Celen, he did not feel much vigilant in his heart.

Changsun Qianxue shook her head and said unhappily: "I'm asking you questions, not you asking me questions."

She was born into the first old family and was extremely cold. At this time, she was unhappy and her voice naturally had a bitter coldness and a high-level force.

Fan Zhuo immediately sneered, and his unruly aura burst out, and his body seemed to suddenly become taller.

"Are you Ye Celeng? You dare to speak to me like this!" He looked at the carriage disdainfully and said, "I'm afraid that you really know my identity, so you will get out of the car and kneel in front of me immediately, begging me not to kill you."

"Yunshui Palace is just a sect that falls into the sect. It can also occupy the mountains and be kings when it is outside. In Changling, you must know how to hold your tails together and be a human being."

Changsun Qianxue is a Qin native and a former nobleman. She looks down on cultivators from the outside dynasty, especially those who have been destroyed. She also sneered and said impatiently: "Since Ye Ce Leng makes you afraid, you should answer my question more carefully, otherwise I will kill you directly."

Fan Zhuo suddenly restrained his sneer on his face.

A dangerous feeling began to permeate him.

Since he had known his identity as Yunshui Palace, he still dared to deliberately lead him here, and he could hear the meaning of the other party's words, that even Ye Ce Leng didn't take it seriously at all.

Looking at the entire Changling, who among all the female practitioners is better than Ye CeLeng?

Thinking of the noble and arrogant aura that the woman had been emitting since she spoke, Fan Zhuo suddenly thought of a possibility, and his pupils shrank in disbelief: "Are you Zheng Xiu?"

Zheng Xiu was the most noble mistress of the Great Qin Dynasty and the Queen of the Great Qin Dynasty. She was also the strongest practitioner of the Zheng family.

However, hearing his shock, Changsun Qianxue's face changed in the carriage and scolded coldly: "Who is this bitch!"

Fan Zhuo instantly felt absurd.

A bitch?

The other party actually called Queen Zheng Xiu a bitch?

And it seems to be so righteous.

While feeling extremely absurd and difficult to understand, a stronger sense of crisis began to seep out of his back.

"Who are you?"

He took a deep breath, his face became extremely solemn, staring at the carriage, his eyebrows were full of ruthlessness: "When did you hear that the people from my Yunshui Palace would say what the other party wanted to know under the pressure of the enemy?"

Changsun Qianxue in the carriage frowned even deeper, and she began to feel that she was really as Ding Ning said, not good at doing things other than practice.

But she has always been simple in doing things.

"I didn't want to kill you, but I happened to meet you. I didn't want you to kill that person on two floors. Since that's the case, I will kill you." So she said.

"I'm not a little angry."

Fan Zhuo sneered.

His voice was as loud as thunder.

There was also a thunder sound outside him.

A sword like water appeared in his hand.

At the same time, a white cloud suddenly fell in the sky above.

In the air, the white cloud has completely turned into a crystal clear and majestic stream, like a real dragon.

The sword in Fan Zhuo's hand turned into a stream of water and slashed towards the carriage.

The crystal water flow like a dragon in the sky also fell from the air towards the carriage.

At the same time, his figure was moved by the sword and flew towards the frozen river on one side.

His body was also covered with thick water vapor.

In the air, it was like three water flowing at the same time.

Fan Zhuo's face was full of hostility, but his eyes were cold and peaceful.

Although his cultivation level is at the top of the sixth level and is one step away from the real seventh level, the practice techniques and methods of the Yunshui Palace against the enemy are not comparable to those of ordinary practice sects, and the closer they are to the water, the stronger the practitioners in the Yunshui Palace will be.

Although the river is frozen at this moment, he has his own way to turn it into a scattered stream of water.

Even if the other party is a practitioner who is truly superior to Ye Ce Leng, he has the confidence to escape through this river.

...

Before the water flowed, the powerful force had instantly tore the entire carriage apart, pushing the two tall horses that pulled the carriage away.

Changsun Qianxue was among countless fragments of the carriage, and her body seemed to be cut by countless fragments in an instant.

However, in the eyes of practitioners of her level, the picture was almost paused at this moment.

A dark blue sword appeared in her hand.

The color of the long sword deepened sharply and turned into blue and black, which formed a strong contrast with her fair and jade-like skin. The blue and black were too deep, so she held the sword as if she was holding a netherworld.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo, who was flying towards the frozen river, saw her face clearly and the sword in her hand.

"Nine Nether King Sword, you are Gongsun..."

He finally reacted completely and spoke in horror.

At this moment, Changsun Qianxue had already set off her sword.

All the car fragments that splashed outside her suddenly stopped in the air, turning into countless crystals wrapped in azure blue ice, and then cracked in the next moment, turning into countless dust exploded.

The majestic and huge water flow falling in the sky quickly freezes when it approaches her several feet outside. It quickly turns into azure crystal from beginning to end, stagnates in the air, and then falls to the ground with a bang.

Fan Zhuo's natal sword, which was flying, shrilled, but it could not stop the spread of the blue ice crystals on it. It was completely frozen when she was several feet in front of her and was shaken by the power outside Changsun Qianxue.

The true energy in Fan Zhuo's body rushed out like a big river and slammed under him.

At this time, he had reached the frozen river.

His true energy hit the ice like countless waterfalls, causing a strange rhythm.

The entire frozen river thawed instantly.

The cold air was forced out of the water, forming countless mercerized lights, flying towards extremely high altitudes, dispersing like fireworks.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

A series of horror explosions rang around him.

Countless huge water columns burst out from his body, and instantly formed several circles of water walls with him as the center.

The river water under him was not exhausted, as if the water flow in the distance was attracted in an instant. Instead, a huge water vortex formed under him, and his body was about to fall into it and escape by the water.

Titicicticaca…

However, at this moment, Fan Zhuo's breathing paused, and he felt as if he heard the sound of death in his ears.

Countless huge water columns that were rushing changed color and all turned into azure icicles.

A little blue and black sword light penetrated into the center of one of the icicles and stabbed him.

Fan Zhuo's face was pale and bloodless. He let out a sharp roar and pointed his right hand as a sword. The terrifying sword intent pierced from his fingers and palms, trying to gain a little time.

However, his right hand suddenly lost consciousness and broke.

With a snap.

His whole body popped back and embedded in the icicles behind him.

"What a strong Nine Nether King Sword... I didn't expect you to have such a terrifying cultivation."

"It's just that you can't get anything from me, Bai Shanshui will avenge me."

Fan Zhuo's true energy could no longer flow, but his face was covered with a grim smile.

When such a sound sounded, there seemed to be a unique stream of water in his body rushing from his abdomen to his head.

"puff!"
Chapter completed!