Chapter 542 Essence and Blood Appear, Unexpected Person
Feng Hui's eyes were full of mischief, and he stood there slowly adjusting his breath.
Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan burst into a rage, and without warning, he bullied him in front of him, raised three thousand karmic fires with one sword, and cut him decisively.
"you……!"
Terrified, Feng Hui hurriedly grabbed the Zhantian Halberd on the ground and blocked it.
"boom!"
The Zhantian Halberd was knocked into the air, and his remaining strength couldn't withstand Yang Qingxuan's full power in the mid-stage of Lunhai. A large amount of sword energy of fire sliced into his body, bursting out pieces of flesh and blood, and flew to the ground.
Feng Hui's body was covered in blood in an instant, and he raised his eyes to stare at him resentfully.
Yang Qingxuan raised his sword, pointed at him and said, "Since you don't have essence and blood, you have no bargaining chip to survive. The grievances of the canyon battle are over now."
As he said that, he swept away with a sword, and Nanming Lihuo shot out a fire light from the fire sword, slashing at Feng Hui's head, intending to take his life directly.
Extreme unwillingness and anger appeared in Feng Hui's eyes, and he roared in a low voice: "No!——" But he had no ability to change his fate.
Suddenly, not far from the sword energy, a golden light flashed inexplicably in the void, and then a golden scimitar shot out, and the sword energy was scattered with a "bang".
The scimitar circled in the air, and then flew back to the original place. Out of nowhere, a man in black robe appeared, caught the scimitar, and put it away.
Both Yang Qingxuan and Feng Hui were taken aback by this turn of events. They looked at the man in black at the same time, but were blocked by a faint force, unable to see his true face.
Yang Qingxuan pointed his sword at the man in black, and said coldly, "Who are you?"
The man in black said in a low voice, "You want the blood essence of the people of the Desolate Race?"
Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and he was shocked. He didn't know how long the black-robed man had been lurking in the void, and how many secrets he knew, so he immediately sneered and said, "It's as if you have it."
The man in black didn't speak, he raised his right hand, with a jade bottle in his palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's inside, but there's only one drop."
Both Yang Qingxuan and Feng Hui were taken aback, and both of them had longing looks in their eyes.
The man in black smiled coldly, put away the jade bottle, and said, "If you want the blood essence of a person from the Desolate Race, come with me."
As he spoke, he turned into a streak of light and galloped away into the distance.
Yang Qingxuan frowned, the direction the black-robed man was flying was opposite to Xutian City, he hesitated for a moment, the black-robed man became the size of a sesame seed, and was about to disappear before his eyes, then he hurriedly turned into a streamer and chased after him. past.
Feng Hui stood at the same spot and ran after him for two steps, causing the injury, vomiting a big mouthful of blood, staring viciously at the direction where the two disappeared, and roaring: "Yang Qingxuan! Today's hatred will be a hundred times greater in the future." Repay!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and headed towards Xutian City.
Yang Qingxuan flew after the man for a while, and the man seemed to be unhurried, waiting for him intentionally, no matter whether Yang Qingxuan was fast or slow, he always kept a certain distance, neither long nor short.
Half an hour later, the man finally stopped, flew directly into a wilderness, and stood with his hands behind his back.
Yang Qingxuan looked around. Although there were very few plants and trees in the wasteland, the soil and water were well maintained without being invaded by yellow sand, so he couldn't help but become alert.
This person in front of him has probably watched the battle between him and Feng Hui, and chose such a place in order to prevent himself from turning into the guardian of the sand.
Yang Qingxuan asked, "Who are you?"
A smiling voice came from the black robe, "What do you think?"
Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, and he immediately recognized the owner of the voice, and shouted: "Liuhao!"
The man in black turned around and took off his hood, revealing that familiar face with evil spirits, and his pupils were shining brightly.
Yang Qingxuan's thoughts turned and he felt that the matter had become more complicated. He didn't understand why Liu Hao wanted to save Feng Hui, and why he had the blood of the Huang people. Unable to understand, he immediately asked, "Why do you have Huang Hui?" The essence and blood of the people of the clan? What is the purpose of bringing me here?!"
Liuhao smiled slightly and said, "Don't be nervous. When I saw you at the auction for the first time, I was just out of curiosity, and I also wanted the true blood of Qingluan, so I had an interesting relationship. Unexpectedly, you let me It’s getting harder and harder to see through, which makes me more and more interested.”
Yang Qingxuan responded coldly: "Unfortunately, sorry, I'm not interested in men."
"Hehe, I'm not interested in that either."
Liuhao smiled and said: "Can you tell me your identity and origin? Although there are countless sects in the thirty-three days and there are as many strong as clouds, there are probably only a handful of sects that will possess such terrifying supernatural powers as you."
Yang Qingxuan said: "Okay, first give me the blood essence of the Desolate race, and then talk slowly."
"This...is a bit embarrassing for me."
Liuhao held his chin, showing a look of perplexity and contemplation.
Yang Qingxuan spread his hands, shrugged, and said with a sneer, "then there is nothing to talk about."
Liuhao put his hand down, and said with a light smile, "That's it, why don't we make a bet."
Yang Qingxuan sarcastically said: "Cut, I'm pretty good, why should I bet with you?"
Liu Hao took out the jade bottle, shook it a few times in his hand, and said with a smile, "Because you want this."
Yang Qingxuan stared at the jade bottle for a while. Although he hadn't tested it, he was sure that the jade bottle contained the essence and blood of the Desolate Race. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "How do you bet? What are you betting on?"
Liuhao smiled and said: "Bet everything. If you lose, you have to give me 'all', including your supernatural powers, your pretense, and everything I want to know, you must tell me. , and your life. Of course, if I am happy, I can take your life. On the contrary, I am the same."
"Hehe, this gamble is really big."
Yang Qingxuan licked his lower lips, his eyes flickered, "You are so sure that you can win me? Don't forget who was beaten and fled last time."
Liu Hao's face changed slightly, and it seemed that there was still a trace of fear, and his expression became cold, "This is also one of the things I am curious about you. What kind of hole cards are you hiding on your body that could hurt me last time? And with Feng Hui I never saw you use it in World War I."
Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "If I tell you, is this still a hole card?"
"It's up to you!"
Liu Hao waved his hand, pointed at him, and asked, "To bet or not?"
Yang Qingxuan stretched out his arm and said with a smile: "Of course I don't gamble, and I'm not a child, what kind of play house are you playing? But... I will definitely decide on this drop of blood in your hand!"
As soon as the words fell, his pupils shrank suddenly, his hands clasped, and a huge evil spirit erupted from his body. Several swords manifested all over his body, hanging upside down and whirling non-stop.
As soon as Yang Qingxuan's figure grabbed, he grabbed one of the handles casually, and slashed over.
Liuhao stood still, staring at his movements coldly, seeing the sword coming with the momentum of a mountain, with a bloodthirsty light shining in his eyes, he licked his lips and said in a hey voice: "Well done, bet If you don’t gamble, it’s up to you!”
//Finally before 12 o'clock :)