Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 65 Snow Covers the World (Part [-])
"..." Feng Wu, Xuan Kong, and Long Tian were all taken aback when they heard the righteous indignation of the people of the Xuanwu tribe, with strange expressions on their faces, as if they were the first to know them.

A temporary defeat on the battlefield doesn't mean anything, it's purely normal, but he didn't admit it, and even made excuses for himself, in front of so many people, how thick-skinned he must be!

But they wouldn't say anything, after all, they didn't lose by themselves, and besides, those guys from the White Tiger Clan who like to punch their fists when they have nothing to do are all unreasonable lunatics.

Hu Xiaotian was taking out his top-grade innate spiritual treasure White Tiger Sword, and found out his reason, he also showed off his power again, and killed him when he mentioned it.

"Idiot!" For a person like Hu Xiaotian who did not dare to accept failure and even made excuses for himself, Zhang Yang spat out two words with disdain on his face.

Seeing Hu Xiaotian take out the Xiantian Lingbao long knife to kill him, Zhang Yang's eyes were bright, he just realized the Eternal Infinite Sword, and he was worried that he had no place to try the knife, so this guy rushed up with the knife.

However, seeing Hu Xiaotian's top-rank Xiantian Lingbao White Tiger Sword, Zhang Yang was a little hesitant to take out his black knife. The black knife is very powerful and can cut off low-rank Xiantian Lingbao. uncertain.

"Boy, if you dare to plot against your grandpa Baihu, you will receive a knife!"

Taking out the top-grade Xiantian Spirit Treasure White Tiger Sword, Hu Xiaotian seemed to have found his former self-confidence again. He was full of vigor and murderous aura. , a ripple in the void.

"It doesn't matter, try it first, the Black Knife can cut off the Xiantian Lingbao, it should be as tough as the Xiantian Lingbao, and it shouldn't be broken so easily."

Just do what you want, Zhang Yang directly took out the black knife, held it in his hand, looked at the knife that had been chopped down, his eyes flickered, and directly cast it like a shadow, like a ghost, slashed after shadows, dodged the knife, and dodged When he got behind Hu Xiaotian, he raised the long knife in his hand, poured his whole body's mana into the black knife, and the black knife flashed a three-foot black light, and slashed fiercely at Hu Xiaotian.

When the black sword injects mana, a black glow appears. For some reason, it cannot be refined, as if it is a dead thing, but it cannot be refined. This makes Zhang Yang tangled and depressed.

Seeing Zhang Yang take out the black knife, the muscles on Long Tian's face pulled out, his eyes became more and more cold, his hands clenched fiercely, the anger in his heart, that ruthlessness, the black knife belonged to him, now Zhang Yang took it out , This is tantamount to slapping him in the face.

"Black Knife? That's not Longku..." Long Di stared at Hei Knife for a moment, then looked at Long Tian's gloomy expression, thinking of Long Tian's embarrassment when he just arrived, and Hu Xiaotian's borrowed knife. Killing the gourd Taoist, a flash of light flashed in Long Di's mind, as if he understood something, a sneer appeared in Long Tian's eyes.

Long Di has been to the Dragon House, so he naturally knows that there is a black knife on the third floor, which can cut iron like mud, but it cannot be refined. There is no difference, and it is not as practical and convenient as Lingbao.

"Why is the black knife familiar? I seem to have seen it there?" Long Xuan and Long Huang also showed surprise. They didn't know Zhang Yang, but the black knife gave them a familiar feeling, which made them feel very uncomfortable. Confuse.

"Haha, what do you think you have the ability to fight with my top-grade innate spiritual treasure White Tiger Sword with a piece of scrap iron?" Hu Xiaotian saw Zhang Yang attacking himself with a black knife without aura. He froze for a moment, then laughed out loud, showing contempt.

A magic weapon without congenital aura is not a congenital spiritual treasure at all. It is not a congenital spiritual treasure. If you want to fight for a top-grade congenital spiritual treasure, the trend is almost one-sided.

"What scrap iron?" His words caused an uproar in the square, and everyone couldn't believe it. The majestic Immortal Taiyi was fighting with someone's top-grade Xiantian Lingbao with a piece of scrap iron. No one believed it, but when they saw When clearing the black knife in Zhang Yang's hand, everyone was dumbfounded, with black lines all over their faces.

"Damn, I don't have any innate aura in my body. It's just a scrap of iron. The opponent is an innate spirit treasure. This guy dares to charge up with a piece of scrap iron. Is he crazy?"

"Haha, a piece of scrap iron wants to compete with the patriarch's top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the White Tiger Sword, it is courting death!"

"I thought it was a dragon crossing the river, but I didn't know that it was just a poor ghost who used conspiracy. If he dared to compete with the team leader, and dared to compete with the White Tiger Clan for the holy blood, he was worthy? Bah!"

When the White Tiger Clan saw Zhang Yang taking out the black knife, they all sneered and smeared Zhang Yang continuously. Their contempt was palpable, showing their tall image.

"Boy, die, you want to fight with me!" Hu Xiaotian grinned, and with a backhand, the White Tiger Sword met Zhang Yang's black knife horizontally.

Rumble!
Zhang Yang's black knife slashed fiercely on the White Tiger Sword. The huge force instantly shook Hu Xiaotian more than ten meters away. Far, but there is a great shift in the universe, which resolves the power of the shock.

"You...how is it possible?"

Looking at the intact black knife, Hu Xiaotian was horrified, unbelievable that a piece of scrap iron touched his White Tiger Sword, it was intact, and he even forced himself back.

"This..." Feng Wu's bright eyes widened, full of surprise, and he didn't want to make her dumbfounded because the piece of scrap iron in Zhang Yang's hand could not resist the sharpness of the high-grade Xiantian Lingbao.

"How is it possible that a scrap iron knife without innate aura can block the top-grade innate spiritual treasure White Tiger Divine Knife?" Lang Jianfeng was also surprised, even he was mistaken.

One who knows the power of infinite chaos, holding a scrap iron knife to fight against a high-grade innate spirit treasure without damage, this scrap iron knife is not easy, where did this guy come out of?He is the middle stage of Taiyi Immortal, why haven't I heard of it before?Lang Jianfeng squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Yang, thinking secretly, with flashes of light from time to time, not knowing what he had planned.

"That's mine..." Long Tian watched the black knife chopping back the top-rank Xiantian Lingbao, aggrieved in his heart, shouted frantically, and at the same time hated Zhang Yang for taking away their Dragon Clan's treasure.

"impossible…….."

Waving the flag for Hu Xiaotian, looking at the sarcasm and disdain of Zhang Yang, the Baihu clansman's face became stiff instantly, their eyes were full of disbelief, as if they had eaten dead flies, and their faces turned red.

The vulnerable person in their eyes defeated the hand of the invincible patriarch who was like a god of war in their eyes.

In their eyes, the scrap iron knife without any aura was able to slash back the top-grade Xiantian Spirit Treasure White Tiger Divine Knife without any damage.

In their eyes, the embarrassment seemed to turn decay into magic, and every time it was like an invisible slap slapped them hard on the face, causing burning pain.

Slashing the tiger back with a knife, Zhang Yang picked up the black knife and looked at it, only to see that it was intact, not even a single white mark, so he let go, but Zhang Yang was more satisfied seeing the black knife, which collided with the high-grade innate spirit treasure without damage They have at least reached the level of top-grade innate spirit treasures. Now, Zhang Yang no longer has any worries.

"Hey, you're the one who sacrifices my black knife today!"

Zhang Yang smiled coldly at Hu Xiaotian, just got the black sword, another sword art, and another troublemaker came out, such a good opportunity to try the sword, how could Zhang Yang let it go, and he was moved to kill Hu Xiaotian.

A person with a simple mind, well-developed limbs, stupid and willing to be played as a chess piece, deserves death and deserves no sympathy.

Zhang Yang pointed to the ground with the black knife in his hand, and among the hundreds of thousands of sword shadows in his mind, they practiced one after another. Zhang Yang randomly selected one of the sword shadows and blended into it.

"After attacking for so long, it's my turn."

Lifting the black knife, Zhang Yang leaped and flew directly to the top of Hu Xiaotian's head. A field of ice and snow appeared in his eyes. He raised the black knife, and the rolling mana poured into the black knife. A strong biting cold came from Zhang Yang's black knife. The knife spreads all around...

"Hmph, do you think it's great to block my White Tiger Sword? Let me see my White Tiger Heavenly Sword Art today!"

After a brief shock, Hu Xiaotian saw Zhang Yang attacking again, a dazzling divine light burst out in his eyes, and a trace of extremely powerful murderous intent rose from him, becoming more and more intense, and the surrounding temperature also became lower and lower.

In a blink of an eye, when the killing intent on Hu Xiaotian's body reached the fixed point, Hu Xiaotian's eyes turned blood red, and figures continued to kill inside, like two seas of blood, and the White Tiger Sword in his hand gradually turned into With blood red eyes, Yin Hong's eyes were full of tiger roars, and he smiled evilly, his body flashed, as fast as lightning, he came directly in front of Zhang Yang, and the bloody magic knife slashed down fiercely.

With one knife on display, the bloody code, like a rolling sea of ​​blood, continued to spread around, and the sky quickly turned bloody, instantly enveloping Zhang Yang inside.

"What a god of slaughter, how many souls do you have to kill to form the vision of the sea of ​​blood!" Lang Jianfeng was horrified as he watched Hu Xiaotian's body filled with blood mist and slowly forming a barrier.

"Gourd Taoist is over!" Feng Wu and Xuan Kong trembled at the corners of their mouths, looking at Zhang Yang as if he was looking at a dead person, did they know that Hu Xiaotian had a vision of a sea of ​​blood, and he would never die.

"Haha, this tiger is in a hurry. The White Tiger Sword Art kills the world, let's see if you are still alive!" Long Tian's gloomy face finally showed a little joy. He has a deep understanding of the power of the White Tiger Sword Art.

"Haha, the patriarch used the White Tiger Sword Art? The whole Calabash Taoist is doomed!"

When the people of the White Tiger Clan saw the vision on Hu Xiaotian's body, they all became excited, their eyes lit up with a hint of admiration, and they all stared at Hu Xiaotian's body, cheering for him.

"The world is covered with snow!"

At this time, Zhang Yang's sword art also reached its peak, and two snowflake worlds appeared in his eyes. With a low growl, the black knife in his hand slashed down fiercely, and the world changed color.

As the black knife passed, a threatening cold air hit, and then snowflakes appeared in the air. As the black knife fell, the snowflakes in the sky became bigger and bigger, and finally a blizzard directly fell.

Rumble!
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, Zhang Yang's black knife fell silently with the falling snowflakes, there was no earth-shattering sound, only a bloody flower falling in the snowflakes...
(End of this chapter)