Zhao Hanshui was shocked and vaguely felt that the sound was not only cold but also mixed with a few vigilance. He didn't have to look back and knew who made the sound, so he didn't turn around and still silently stared at the phoenix not far away, and asked faintly: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Tianxing had recovered from his calmness at some point, as if he had been freed from the bone-broken pain. He looked at Zhao Hanshui quietly, with a faint look of surprise in his eyes, and was then replaced by indifference, and said calmly: "You like her, I can see."

Zhao Hanshui turned his head and looked at him. A few strange tenderness appeared on his handsome face. A soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His voice became a little erratic. He said softly: "She is the only woman in the world who deserves my Zhao Hanshui's heart to be moved by me." The words were tender, but filled with inexplicable arrogance, as if this person regarded other women in the world as nothing.

After saying that, he unfolded the bone fan in his hand, his eyes fell on the woman painted in the fan, staring deeply.

Yang Tianxing's eyes lit up, and his eyes suddenly fell on the white bone fan in Zhao Hanshui's hand. Suddenly, he saw that the beauty painted on the white bone fan was somewhat similar to Xiao Yeyue, with green eyebrows and red eyes, full of charm and vividness. Even the pain that often appeared in Xiao Yeyue's phoenix eyes was fully displayed. It is conceivable how well the painter understood Xiao Yeyue, and it was so unforgettable.

He looked at the white bones for a while, then turned his eyes to Zhao Hanshui, with a faint admiration in his eyes and said, "Did you draw it?"

Zhao Hanshui looked at the woman in the painting affectionately and nodded, "Yes, this painting is from Zhao." After watching it for a while, he suddenly sighed again and said dejectedly: "It's a pity that I am proud of my wonderful painting and unparalleled painting skills, but I can't show Ye Yue's peerless appearance and beauty in the painting. I am really ashamed."

Yang Tianxing was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Zhao Hanshui and was secretly surprised to see his face showing a look of regret. Not to mention anything else, just from this painting, he could see how deep Zhao Hanshui was in love with Xiao Yeyue. He felt a faint pain in his heart, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sigh. Just imagine that with Zhao Hanshui's heroic spirit and extraordinary cultivation, he was also addicted to the suffering of men and women's feelings. Is it true that this world is really a hero who is sad to be a beauty?

While thinking, Zhao Hanshui's low sigh suddenly came from his ears.

"How unfair God is. Since Ye Yue has the most beautiful face in the world, why is she so cruel? She has become the most miserable woman in the world."

Yang Tianxing felt a feeling and turned his head to look at Zhao Hanshui. He happened to see Zhao Hanshui looking at him like this. His eyes met, and the two of them felt the pain in each other's heart at the same time. They sighed at the same time, lowered their heads, and felt a sense of resonance in their hearts that were both sad people in the world.

The night wind is desolate, the ancient road is deep, and the cold moon in the sky breaks through the clouds again. The cold moonlight pierces the darkness and sprinkles on the two sad people, with a unique and strange quiet atmosphere.

After a while, Zhao Hanshui looked up at Yang Tianxing, with a cold light passing by in his eyes, and said coldly: "Why did she become like this?"

Yang Tianxing's heart trembled, his face was a little pale, but he was much calmer than before. I don't know if it was because of guilt or shame, but he didn't look up, but took a deep breath. After a long time of silence, he said calmly: "She did not hesitate to spit out the Phoenix Divine Pill in order to save me."

"Hey, to save you?" Zhao Hanshui sneered when he heard this, with a very strange expression on his face. He couldn't tell whether it was sad or sarcastic. He stared at Yang Tianxing with a tight look and said with a sneer: "I didn't expect that Yang Tianxing, one of the seven masters of Brahma, was so incompetent. He had to rely on a woman to save her life. It was really cold."

Yang Tianxing's heart suddenly felt as painful as a needle, and his whole body was cold. He raised his head and wanted to say something, but he found that his mouth was full of bitterness and he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Hanshui looked at him coldly, his eyes as if he was looking at the most pitiful person in the world. After a moment, his eyes changed and turned into burning anger, almost like a fire. The bone fan in his hand was tighter and tighter, and the blue veins on the back of his fair hand were exposed, and he sneered: "The damn person is you, not her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white bone fan in his hand suddenly shone brightly and slapped it. The target happened to be Yang Tianxing's face.

Although Yang Tianxing had been wary of Zhao Hanshui for a long time, he still did not expect that Zhao would suddenly take action. In addition, the distance between the two was so close, he had no time to dodge. Sha Shi only felt the strong wind rushing to the face. When he saw only a faint white shadow piercing towards the door. He had to use his power to his arm and raise his hand to block the fan.

With a muffled "bang", Zhao Hanshui's bone fan hit Yang Tianxing's wrist. Yang Tianxing groaned, feeling a sharp pain coming from his wrist. A cold and strange aura penetrated into his body like a poisonous snake, spreading along his arms to his whole body in an instant. He suddenly felt a star in his eyes, a swelling and painful heart in his head, and his chest was as if struck by lightning. With a wow, the boss spurted out a mouthful of blood, and retreated ten steps away.

However, Yang Tianxing was still in a stable position and had not yet been able to resolve the strange aura that invaded the body, he felt a flash in front of him, and countless fan shadows appeared in the space around him. At the same time, a powerful icy spirit emerged from all directions, suppressing his body protection too much. It was Zhao Hanshui who followed him like a shadow.

Yang Tianxing was shocked, feeling that the other party's strength was the only one in his life. He wanted to avoid the fan shadows around him, but found that his body seemed to be tied up by a rope and could not move. Just when he was shocked, his body's protective spirit had collapsed, and countless fan shadows broke through the air, and his body was hit several times in an instant. Each of them was more than a thousand pounds of force, and it hurt his bone marrow. Countless icy spirits were also hibernating into his body while they were in danger, fighting with the purple gold spirit in his meridians.

All this happened only in the lightning and fire. When the Demon Emperor and the old man next to him came to his senses, Yang Tianxing was at an absolute disadvantage and the situation was in danger.

The Demon Emperor was stunned and felt that a flash of sight was gone, and two figures passed by, and it became the current situation. He couldn't help but be shocked. In his eyes, Yang Tianxing's cultivation was really unattainable. His cultivation level at the Taishen Realm was beyond the reach of his own, but now he was at a disadvantage in a very short period of time, which made him unable to believe that this was true.

Only the old man who was called Mr. Wei by Zhao Hanshui could see some clues. Although Zhao Hanshui's cultivation is better than Yang Tianxing, if he really fought with Yang Tianxing, it would be impossible to have an absolute advantage in such a short time. The reason is that Zhao Hanshui chose to take action just right, and it was when Yang Tianxing was restless. After fighting with Yi Mo, Yang Tianxing not only consumed a lot of true energy, but was also injured by Yi Mo's magic arrow. His skills were somewhat discounted, and he was also caught off guard. Therefore, it was not surprising that he ended up in such a situation.

Yang Tianxing, who was suppressed by Zhao Hanshui's spirit, was mute and could not say that he had any pain. Although his body of heavenly fire played a magical role at this time, the bone fan had a thousand pounds of strength, it did not cause much damage to his body. The key was that the strange spirit that took advantage of the situation made him suffer a lot. Just imagine that the two spirits fought together in his meridians, and it was Yang Tianxing who suffered.

Just when he was passively beaten, a warm current surged from the depths of Yang Tianxing's Nascent Soul. This warm current was running very fast, and it merged with his own purple gold spirit in a very short time. Yang Tianxing only felt that the spirit in his body suddenly became much stronger. He knew that the Phoenix Divine Pill that had not yet been fused in his body played a role. He couldn't help but feel energetic and started to counterattack.

With the support of the Phoenix Divine Pill, Yang Tianxing's purple gold became very powerful and began to gain the upper hand in the contest with Zhao Hanshui's strange spirit. In less than a moment, he drove out all the strange spirits.

The situation of his body-protecting spirit being suppressed has also improved slightly. Although there is still a lot of pressure around him, at least he can move his body with difficulty to avoid the attack of the bone fan.

Although he was in a fierce battle, Zhao Hanshui still had a faint smile on his face. The white bone fan in his hand flipped like flying, either pointing, sweeping, or slapping. His moves were extremely exquisite, and the attacks he brought were like mercury pouring over the ground, endless.

In comparison, Yang Tianxing's condition was much more embarrassing, leaving only the dodge and was unable to fight back. The root cause was that his cultivation was not as strong as Zhao Hanshui. You should know that Yang Tianxing had only been a few months since he became a Tai Shen, and Zhao Hanshui was a top master who had been famous for a long time. His cultivation level was in the stage of being a Tai Shen. He fought with Qi, Han Yixiao and Dugu Yan, the three masters of the same level. In comparison, Yang Tianxing's new science, would naturally be much inferior. If it weren't for the help of the Phoenix Divine Pill, he might have been defeated at this moment.

However, Yang Tianxing has experienced many battles and is not the first time he is at a disadvantage in confrontation with others, so his mentality is very calm.

After resisting for a while, he suddenly spoke the nine-character mantra of Tantric Buddhism and shouted: "Lin!"

The powerful Buddhist mantra resounded throughout the night sky, like thunder suddenly rising, shocking all directions.

The Nine-character Mantra is a unique technique of Tantric Buddhism. Unless they are children of Tantric Buddhism, they rarely know it. Even the Tathagata Buddha in the Buddha Realm was shocked by the Mantra at the time, not to mention Zhao Hanshui who lived in the era of the Destruction of Gods.

As soon as the truth came out, Zhao Hanshui's extraordinary cultivation was no exception. His spirit was suffocated, and the movement of the white bone fan was slow, as fine as a long flow of water. The continuous offensive that was enough to make people breathless also appeared for the first time, giving Yang Tianxing an opportunity to escape.

When Yang Tianxing saw the truth work, he felt that the pressure around him was greatly reduced in an instant. He was overjoyed and immediately slapped dozens of palms to repel the shadows of the fan around him, and at the same time flew away ten feet away.

However, just as he flew away, a cold snorted from the darkness ahead: "Hmph! How can the devil's trick stop me?"

Yang Tianxing heard that this was Zhao Hanshui's voice, and his heart was not good. When he looked forward, he saw an extremely dazzling white light shot from the darkness like a comet. Its speed was simply incredible, and it reached a 1 meter away in the blink of an eye.

After penetrating the white light curtain, Yang Tianxing found that the white light turned out to be a white bone fan. However, at this time, the white bone fan had been folded and pointed straight towards the center of his eyebrows like an arrow, and Zhao Hanshui, who had a sneer on his face, flew behind him in the air.

Yang Tianxing was surprised at how quick Zhao Hanshui's reaction was, but time was urgent. He had to take a deep breath, use all his strength to pour into the palm of his left hand, but he immediately had a layer of dazzling purple gold light on his palm. When the white bone fan flew over, he shouted loudly and raised his palm to meet the tip of the fan.

A sharp sound of gold and iron clashing came from the air, and the tip of the white bone fan was located on Yang Tianxing's left palm. But seeing Zhao Hanshui and Yang Tianxing were shocked at the same time, their faces turned pale.

One slap in the air was stalemate, and the white light and purple gold light were also entangled with each other. This was obviously a tough battle of cultivation.

Yang Tianxing complained in his heart, knowing that his true energy had consumed a lot in the battle with Yi Mo, and was injured by a magic arrow. Although he later used his skills to force the arrow out, his true energy was consumed so much at this moment, and his whole body was tense. The wound that was originally repaired burst out again, and his face suddenly became pale. But at this moment, he couldn't take care of so much at all, and just sent the spirit in his body into his palms continuously, maintaining a stalemate.

This kind of pure cultivation is the most dangerous. The defeated party either dies when the true energy is dried up or dies when the other party's true energy is shocked and distracted by the other party's true energy, unless someone can separate the two with a stronger true energy than the two they are facing.

Zhao Hanshui seemed a little surprised, probably because he didn't expect Yang Tianxing to have such deep true energy after a battle, but his expression was very relaxed and his face was smiling, as if Zhizhu was holding it.

On the other hand, Yang Tianxing looked solemn, sweat beads appeared on his forehead, purple mist evaporated on his hair, and a faint purple-gold light appeared all over his body, either light or dark, which was a sign of the substantial consumption of true energy.

After a while, Zhao Hanshui let out a cold snorted, a strange smile appeared on his face, and said coldly: "I didn't expect you to have two tricks to resist Zhao's 80% Xuanyin spirit without falling into a disadvantage. However, the game is over here. I want you, the bastard who killed Ye Yue, to die without a burial place."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hanshui's eyes flashed with murderous aura. The white bone fan in his hand also instantly shone white, obviously improving his skills. At this time, the stalemate situation was also broken, and the purple gold light on Yang Tianxing's palm was gradually suppressed by the white light.

Yang Tianxing felt a strong cold force suddenly coming from the white bone fan in front of him. His purple gold spirit was instantly repelled back into his body like a tide, and his body was forced to retreat several feet, leaving two deep scratches on the ancient road.

However, compared to the physical pain, the last sentence Zhao Hanshui said was more like a sharp knife passing through his heart, causing him great bloody damage.

"You killed Yeyue..." A voice roared hysterically in his heart. With each roar, his heart would hurt a little.

That is the eternal pain that remains deep in his heart!

Yang Tianxing's body was still regressing, and the two deep scratches were still continuing. Gradually, blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, bright red, falling drop by drop on his robe that had been soaked in blood.

"Just die like this... Maybe this is also a kind of relief..." Yang Tianxing's consciousness began to be disordered, his mind gradually blurred, and he had lost the will to resist.

Zhao Hanshui kept urging his spirit to force Yang Tianxing to retreat, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a gloomy way: "Just because you want to compete with me for a woman, in the next life--"

Before he finished speaking, the word "bar" had not yet been expressed, and an indescribable feeling suddenly floated up, like a completely unfamiliar crisis, stimulating Zhao Hanshui's spiritual consciousness. He couldn't help but raise his head and stretched the unparalleled spiritual consciousness to the southeast distance to explore the changes there, feeling a breath that was pushing the clouds to approach at high speed, rolling and surging...

Master! This is the first message detected by Zhao Hanshui's spiritual sense.

A thought flashed, and Zhao Hanshui felt a little nervous, and he couldn't help but be very alert. At such a critical moment, what should this person do here? In this battle, Yang Tianxing is at the end of his strength and is waiting to be slaughtered, but he himself is not much better. His true energy is greatly damaged. He is about to succeed, so he must not have any troubles. He must make a decision early.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look tight. He looked at Yang Tianxing, who was depressed, put away the bone fan, looked at the direction of the southeast night sky, and condensed the dantian, stroked his left hand, and raised his head and let out a long whistle.

At this time, Yang Tianye had lost consciousness and fell dejectedly in a mess of grass. Strangely, the phoenix, which had been watching the battle in the distance, flew over and landed in the grass beside Yang Tianxing. It stretched out its slender pointed mouth and red beak and kept rubbing his face, making a sad low sound from his mouth.

The roar was clear and clear at the beginning, and gradually became louder and louder, like a faint thunder. Suddenly, a sudden, a rumbling sound was rumbling, just like a thunder thunder suddenly appeared in the air. The Demon Emperor had already taken some precautions when Zhao Hanshui was raising his energy to make a move, and he used the true energy in his body to tightly block the ear hole. However, even so, he still shocked the roar and was shocked. The Hula, a rumbling sound like a thunder sounded like a thunder sound, and the Demon Emperor was like a person in the wilderness, chasing him one by one, and he couldn't say anything in his heart. He just hoped that Zhao Hanshui's roaring sound would stop quickly, but the thunder sounded endlessly. Suddenly, the sound of the strong wind was mixed with the thunder, rushing like thousands of troops, which made people rush and rushing.

Looking at the old man named Wei, he looked pale and frightened, as if he was not much better than the Demon Emperor.

The roar was sent out from a distance, causing a strong whirlwind, causing sand and stones to fly on the ancient road, the moonlight was bleak, and the trees were dancing wildly. The people who came seemed to be unaware of it, were caught off guard, and the speed of running suddenly slowed down.

When Zhao Hanshui was secretly happy, he suddenly heard a clear roar from afar blowing in the wind, covering the sky and the earth, like thunder, thrilling, rushing between the sky and the earth. The origin of this roar was among the people coming. But when the unknown master roared up, the second roar was sent out, and the roar was added, the sound oscillated and overlapped, swallowing the sky and the earth, and the momentum was unstoppable, making people feel chilly and terrifying.

Zhao Hanshui's face changed slightly, and he knew that the person coming was trying to challenge him. He heard his third roar again, and immediately cheered up the true energy of the purple palace, and the roar became louder and louder, deliberately competing with the person coming. Zhao Hanshui's roar was clear and high, but the roar of the person coming was majestic and magnificent, full of boundless domineering. The roars of both sides were intertwined, like a big republic and a little bird flying side by side, flying higher and higher, and the bird never fell behind the great republic. Both sides' cultivation had reached the realm of transformation, and they were both roars and roars, and they really were flying back to the nine heavens and the sharia thousands of miles.

After a while, Zhao Hanshui felt a sense of mutual appreciation and asked loudly: "Who is coming?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a strong and strong voice floating in the distance, far away, but the voice spoke clearly, and he could clearly hear: "Who dares to hurt me, Han's brother?" This voice seemed extremely angry, shocking people to be dizzy and their hearts were thrilled.

The man came so fast that every time he said a word, he became much closer. The last word "子" still had a long and unabated rhyme, and the man had already arrived on the ancient road.

But the man came was tall, wearing a black robe like ink, with long snow-white hair splitting from it, and his shawl fell down. His handsome face was covered with strange black patterns, giving people a very strange sense of mystery. He just stood in the road with his hands behind his back, and a constant aura emanated from the mountain. Coupled with his majestic and slender figure, the Demon Emperor was deeply moved.

Zhao Hanshui stared at the visitor. Although he was surprised, his signature smile was once again on his face. He spread the white bone fan in his hand with a whisper, shaking it gently, looking unrestrained. He looked at the visitor silently for a while, and suddenly his heart moved, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "Look at your black-clothed white hair, is it the East Demon Han Yixiao Han?"

Han Yixiao glanced at Zhao Hanshui with an expressionless face and walked to Yang Tianxing without saying a word. When he saw the fiery red phoenix parked next to Yang Tianxing, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then his eyes fell on Yang Tianxing, and his eyes were filled with profound feelings. However, not long after, his face became gloomy and turned around to look at Zhao Hanshui. The magic light flashed in his eyes, and a head of white hair flew in the night wind.

The Demon Emperor wanted to go over and see how Yang Tianxing was injured, but when he saw the man in black and white hair walked over, he felt a sense of fear and hesitated to move forward. After hearing Zhao Hanshui report Han Yixiao's name, he couldn't help but be stunned. Looking at Han Yixiao's majestic body, he thought that he was the first demon leader to unify the demon world and become a demon god in 40,000 years. No wonder he had such amazing momentum.

"You did it?" Han Yixiao looked at Zhao Hanshui for a while. His face was as cold as water, and there was no trace of joy and anger. He suddenly said lightly.

The world was quiet. Since Han Yixiao appeared, the ancient road suddenly fell into death silence, and there was no sound of night insects crying, and even the wind stopped instantly.

All they have is the murderous aura that is cold and like a arrow on the string!
Chapter completed!