Xuanxia

Chapter 319: Expelling the Barbarians
Above the cave heaven, every time you advance to a new realm, the gap in cultivation becomes as huge as a mountain or sea.

Above Xuanxing, the difference between each realm is as huge as heaven and earth.

Even if you have all kinds of miraculous methods, you can never match the recognition and support of this world for the powerful.

Therefore, Huo Yaer is capable of fighting against several Dongtian alone and can even suppress them!

From the very beginning, the only one who could threaten her was Jiang Baichuan.

If she had not seized the gap in Jiang Baichuan's mind and used the strange witchcraft of the Xuanxing level to make him lose his fighting power, she would undoubtedly be defeated when the other strong men arrived.

But even such a strong man has fatal flaws.

This is pride.

The more powerful a person is, the prouder he is.

She defeated Jiang Baichuan, Jingming Zhenren, Shangguan Xuan, Kong Ling and other powerful cave masters in a row. As for someone like Xiong Shao, who was at the peak of martial arts, he was not even worth her attention.

Not only that, the goal that I had been thinking about and looking for for a long time was right in front of me.

Although Mannar was sent deep into the Central Plains this time for the Pill of Everlasting Life, she had indeed calculated a lot of things, so she cut out one of her own eyes and gave it to Mannar, and even asked him to send his men to Bailu Mountain and Xijiao Village to investigate.

But she would be able to find the target so easily, which she had never dared to imagine before!
Therefore, at this time, Huoyal's pride also reached its peak.

No matter how powerful a person is, he is still just one person.

What will happen to a person who is extremely proud?

The answer is…let your guard down.

So, when Fu Qingzhou, whom she thought was completely under her control, swung the Wave-Cutting Knife, Huo Yaer's reaction was slow.

She let the knife get closer to her.

In fact, this knife was not swung by Fu Qingzhou.

This knife is attached with the powerful sword intent of Jiang Baichuan's fifth realm of Dongtian and his whole body cultivation. What he is wielding is not a knife, but a sword!
In an instant, a sun suddenly appeared in front of Huoyar's eyes.

That was certainly not the sun, but a sword light that spread out like a wheel!
Huo Yaer was shocked, his figure instantly dissipated and he retreated violently!

But in an instant, she retreated dozens of feet and put a great distance between herself and Fu Qingzhou.

But the sword light was chasing closely!

Huo Yaer snorted coldly, swung the phantom bone staff with both hands, and smashed it towards the sword light. The skull on the top of the bone staff seemed to come alive, opened its mouth wide, and let out a shrill roar.

It was like the howling of a ghost in the wind, or the wailing of a pack of wolves in the wilderness in the dead of night. It was creepy and chilling. The air around it seemed to be distorted by the roar, and even the sword light was distorted!

The roar was like the cries of thousands of ghosts, or the wailing of the gates of hell opening. It was extremely piercing, as if countless sharp steel needles mercilessly pierced into the hearts of everyone present!
The several strong men who fell to the ground around, the young heroes in Sangmen Village in the distance, and the many martial artists who were knocked down by Fu Qingzhou, all covered their ears in pain at the same time!

The one who was most seriously injured was Jiang Baichuan. He forced himself to hold on and used the Gelangdao, the strongest sword, but he also exhausted himself. At this moment, when the roar came, he had no strength to resist, and finally spat out a large mouthful of blood mist and fell to the ground.

Fu Qingzhou was the first to be struck by the roar. For a moment, his head felt as if it was pierced by thousands of needles. The pain made his whole body go weak, and his Cutting Wave Knife fell to the ground with a clang.

The dagger fell to the ground, and the dazzling sword light disappeared.

"How dare you... cheat me!"

Huo Yaer slammed the bone staff hard, and the sound was like frost.

But just as she was about to step forward, her body suddenly froze.

A stream of blood slowly flowed down from her forehead and dripped onto the ground.

Huo Yaer was stunned. She slowly stretched out her hand and touched her forehead.

At this time, Fu Qingzhou sneered.

"Stop touching."

He smiled weakly and said, "That time, I was aiming at your broken eyeball." At this time, Huoyar also touched the eyeball deeply embedded in Mannar's forehead.

The eyeball had already ruptured, and most of the granulation tissue and blood vessels that had pierced Manar's skin had been cut off. There were also several bloody wounds on the white of the eye, and blood was now gushing out and flowing continuously.

As it touched the eyeballs, Huoyal's figure began to flicker and blur. Her part obviously began to fade, and Manar, who was wrapped in her shadow, gradually appeared.

Having lost the support of a powerful force, Mannar immediately sat down on the ground, and Huoyal's shadow also sat down cross-legged.

"Why...?"

Huo Yaer looked at Fu Qingzhou with his bloody eyes: "How could you... not wake up yet?"

"I roughly know why, but I won't tell you." Fu Qingzhou said tiredly: "Thanks to you, I seem to understand something."

He had guessed something.

Having read so many novels in his previous life, he naturally guessed long ago that as a time traveler, the body he traveled to must be different.

However, the ten years from the time he traveled through time until he left Bailu Mountain had worn away many of his self-proclaimed special ideas.

But as he left Bailu Mountain and watched several big guys fighting for it at the foot of Langhuan Mountain, he also guessed something.

The origin of this body of mine must be extraordinary.

Where was the original owner of this body before the age of five or six?
Who are his parents?
Now, with one thing after another happening, coupled with the masked man in the strange dream and all the strange memories, Fu Qingzhou has already guessed that the original owner of this body was probably some kind of "magic weapon".

And it is not an ordinary magic weapon, but a great magic weapon that can shock the world once it comes into the world!

Even calling it a magic weapon is a bit of an insult...it should be called a divine tool or a divine object!
That is why many powerful people who know this secret are so obsessed with fighting for him!

Of course, all this is just his speculation, and there is no definitive conclusion yet.

But if he doesn't figure this out, he really won't know how he will die one day... You know, there are probably many people in the martial arts world who covet the "Secret Treasure of Long Dabei"! It's just that the big guys who fought for it at the foot of Langhuan Mountain were too strong and arranged their carriages and horses to prevent others from robbing. Now he has also attached himself to the Wulin League, otherwise who knows what the consequences will be?

Now it seems that the mystery of his identity is even more dangerous and terrifying than the "secret of Long Dabei"!
"Damn it, so who am I? How come such a powerful identity doesn't help me at all?"

Fu Qingzhou said helplessly.

When others suspect that you have a magic weapon, you'd better really have it.

He bent down to pick up the wave-cutting knife, prepared to walk towards Huoyal - or Mannar, and give him a few more cuts just in case.

But just with this action of bending down, a large ball of blood instantly exploded from his body!
The muscles in his body were breaking apart, and his bone joints were making a lot of teeth-grinding crackling sounds. His dantian was in extreme pain, and an extremely strong feeling of weakness came over him. Even the Qi Ran Jue in his meridians had dried up.

Fu Qingzhou groaned and fell heavily to the ground.

Did we fight too intensely just now?

Yes, he was only at the fifth realm after all. With the support of that strange and mysterious power, he at least exerted the strength of an eighth or even ninth realm martial artist, but this was not his own power after all.

When that power faded...his muscles and bones could no longer bear it and collapsed...

The severe pain almost made him faint, but also prevented him from falling asleep.

His eyes were blurred with pain and he could only barely raise his head.

Wherever his eyes went, the eyeball on Mannar's forehead finally withered and drooped, and Huoyal's figure completely disappeared like smoke.

After losing all the power from the Great Shaman of Beiyi, Manar, like Fu Qingzhou, had his skin torn and blood gushing out. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground.

"It seems that he can't escape..."

Fu Qingzhou felt relieved, but extreme fatigue came over him like a tide, eventually overwhelming the severe pain, causing his eyes to go black and he lost consciousness.

But when he was unconscious, he did not see... the seemingly dead eyeball actually disappeared into the bushes nearby.

(End of this chapter)