Deep in the dense forest, Zhao Yun settled down.

From here, you can clearly see Wulongyuan. If the old man really ran out, he would be able to detect it immediately. Even if there is no explosive talisman, he will go up and fight hard. No matter what, he cannot be allowed to escape.

He adopted the costume of painting talismans.

With only one arm left, it was quite inconvenient, but he could draw the talisman very quickly. Thanks to his talent and the gradual improvement of his mental power, he could easily draw it with his hands. If he had two arms, he might be able to draw two talismans at the same time.

The mountains and forests are quiet and no one disturbs you.

Zhao Yun was extremely fast and kept producing explosive talismans. During this period, he also took the time to make two quick-moving talismans. His talent was still so impressive and he completed it in one go.

Underground Palace of the Abyss.

The one-armed old man is still there, with a pale expression, and with his bloody face, he looks like a ghost.

"waste."

His angry curse was full of resentment, and he was scolding his disciple who was not very up to date. He was afraid that he would have been destroyed long ago. He would die if he died. He also attracted Zhao Yun, but that little martial arts cultivator had a strong foundation and forced him to do so.

He had to use his true energy rashly, and he had to use secret techniques. All these were aggravating the hidden injuries. In addition, coupled with the continuous bombardment of explosive symbols, he ended up in such a miserable situation. The eighth level of Xuanyang suddenly fell to the first level.

Maybe he can recover, but because of your hidden wounds, he will never be able to enter the Ksitigarbha realm for the rest of his life.

After calming down, he closed his eyes.

The underground palace is cold and in a mess. Sometimes there are three or two pieces of rubble falling from the top, all of which were blown up by explosive symbols. Fortunately, there are stone pillars supporting it in the dark, otherwise, it will definitely collapse.

The sky gradually darkened.

In the dark underground palace, candles were lit, and the candlelight reflected on the old man's face, making it look terrifying.

clank!

Suddenly, I heard the sound of swords.

Um?

The one-armed old man frowned and slowly opened his eyes. The sound of swords came from Long Yuan and Zixiao, and they were inserted not far away. They were really two good swords, but he had no time to care about them. They were still stuck there until now.

When he looked at it, the two swords were trembling slightly and humming continuously, which seemed like they were being pulled out of the ground.

Sure enough, accompanied by a clanging sound, the two swords moved in unison, like two rays of light, shooting straight at him, one stabbed his chest, and the other chopped off his head.

The old man's expression changed and he couldn't believe it.

It is impossible for two swords to attack on their own. Someone must be secretly controlling the swords and using sword-wielding skills. Since it is Zhao Yun's sword, it is obvious that the attacker with the sword must be Zhao Yun. But how?

Maybe, even though he was injured so badly and fell all the way, he was still alive.

At this moment, he was thinking too much.

At this moment, he also raised his hand and swung out his palm, sweeping away Long Yuan and Zi Xiao.

clank!

The two swords flipped sideways all the way until they stopped in mid-air, and then they both flew to the entrance of the cave.

There, there was an additional figure.

It was Zhao Yun, the one-armed Zhao Yun, with both swords hanging at his side. It was indeed him who was attacking with his sword. The explosive talisman was ready, and he came to the old man to settle matters.

"This is impossible."

When the one-armed old man saw this, he couldn't even breathe smoothly, and the old man's blood spurted out and his domineering force leaked out.

Surprise, what a fucking surprise.

How did Zhao Yun survive, and how did his injuries recover after just one night? Is it possible that there is some good fortune hidden at the bottom of the abyss?

"Pay debts with money, kill with life."

Zhao Yun said calmly, his words cold and dry.

"It's up to you."

The old man gritted his teeth and raised his hand wildly, the real energy in his palm overflowed, and the terrible suction force appeared again. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of black light, hoping to kill Zhao Yun with it.

However, perhaps due to hidden injuries, his sucking power was greatly reduced, and the black awn from his mouth was also slightly mottled.

This was what he had done forcefully. Before the injury had recovered, he used secret techniques and real energy indiscriminately, thus adding to the injury.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun flashed like a rainbow, avoiding the suction force. He suffered a loss once and was fooled twice. He could deal with it the third time. As long as he was fast enough, the suction force was just a decoration. It was like shooting an arrow. If it couldn't hit the target, how could it hurt him?

people.

clank!

The sound of the sword was piercing, and Zhao Yun used Long Yuan Sword and Zi Xiao Sword again, and Ling Tian struck at them.

"roll."

The old man shouted violently and slapped his hands away.

"Don't worry, there is more."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and then a dozen flying knives arrived, all with an explosive talisman hanging on them.

Seeing this, the old man's expression changed drastically.

Since Zhao Yun came back, he has not left the stone platform, not because he doesn't want to leave, but because he doesn't want to waste his strength.

But now, it’s impossible not to leave.

If you don't leave, you'll get bombed.

It's a pity that he was still a little late. More than a dozen explosive symbols had already exploded. Although there was still some distance, the aftermath was enough to make him uncomfortable.

This is just an appetizer.

Amidst the rumbling sound, paper money was falling all over the sky.

To be precise, it was a sky full of explosive symbols.

This is Zhao Yun's result in one day. Almost all the explosive talismans have been sacrificed. He is not going to give the old man any chance to breathe. If one is not enough, he can use two, and if two is not enough, he can use three. He no longer considers any technique.

, even if you use the explosive talisman to smash it to death, the explosion will also destroy you.

The old man's eyes were protruding and his pupils were constricted.

Normally, there were so many explosive talismans, and he could still resist with his body-protecting true energy, but tonight, he seemed to have lost that strength. His cultivation had dropped to seven minor realms in a row, and he was covered in wounds. The hidden wounds were already counterattacking.

, not to mention forceful resistance, even standing firm is a problem, how can I hold up so many explosive symbols.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The roar suddenly started, and since the first explosive talisman exploded, it was out of control. The explosions continued one after another, causing him to flip over and causing his bones to explode.

"It hurts to look at it."

The Moon God sighed, such a weak Xuanyang realm could not withstand the bombardment of so many explosive talismans. The external force would cause him internal injuries and full backlash. This alone was enough to make him sick.

The roar was annihilated.

The old man had lost his human form, and his bloody bones were exposed, swaying in place.

Zheng!

Before the smoke cleared, Zhao Yun had already killed him and pierced his chest with his sword and thunder.

puff!

The blood light was still very dazzling.

ah!

The old man howled and forcibly pushed Zhao Yun away, while he stepped back step by step.

Zhao Yun held the bloody purple sky in his hand and pressed forward step by step. The murderous intent in his eyes turned into a cold light.

"This sword is for my father."

"This sword is for my mother."

"This sword is for the Zhao family."

Zhao Yun seemed to be going crazy. He shouted loudly with each step and slashed with a sword. He removed the old man's arm and destroyed his alchemy sea. He chopped a Xuanyang martial artist into a useless man. There was blood spattering and dyeing his clothes red, but he threw himself at him.

Unable to extinguish his overwhelming rage, this demon killed his mother.

puff!

The old man spurted blood, and finally fell to the sky. His muscles and veins were all broken, and the sound of bones cracking could not be heard. A mouthful of blood drew a beautiful arc in the air. When he fell to the ground, he could only see the remains of his body squirming.

Blood gushed from his mouth and he tried to get up, but he no longer had the energy.

"eye for eye."

Zhao Yun steadied himself, and his words were cold to the bone.

puff!

The old man wanted to speak, but blood kept pouring from his mouth, and he only looked at Zhao Yun with his eyes protruding. On the verge of life and death, he was really unwilling to accept that he, who was in the Xuanyang realm, fell into the hands of a true spirit realm. It was really a retaliation.
To be continued...