Chapter 413 The Death of the Residual Soul
Suddenly, Xia Houtian's eyelids trembled slightly involuntarily, as if to remind him to be careful of something.
"Spiritual warning, what exactly is it?"
After the great success of Tianyi God's arithmetic, Xia Houtian's spiritual consciousness is more sensitive, and sometimes he can achieve the ability of uncertain prophets. The sudden warning of spiritual consciousness is bound to be extraordinary.
"Everyone defends back to back, the situation is a little wrong!" Xia Houtian shouted immediately.
Although Li Fang and others were puzzled, they instinctively gathered to Xia Houtian. With him as the center, the magic weapons shining with all kinds of brilliance appeared from time to time, and they were on guard against something.
Half a sound, but there was still no danger. Chen Lun, who was impatient, immediately asked, "Brother, what happened? How can you be so cautious?"
Unexpectedly, Chen Lun's question was also what everyone thought. For a moment, his eyes gathered in front of Xia Houtian, waiting for his response.
"I'm not sure, but there seems to be a sense of urgency!" Xiahou Tian thought about it and just explained so.
Everyone, look at me, I'll look at you. He has long experienced Xia Houtian's spiritual consciousness, so he doesn't ask more. He has the spirit of 120,000 points to deal with attacks that may come from any direction.
The battle continues. Due to the outbreak of Xia Houtian, the Qingyun faction gradually gained the upper hand. Under the advantage of the number of people, although the immortals in the immortal alliance are highly cultivated, they do not take advantage of it at all.
Lu Xian, who was sitting on the frame, floated to the place of Xia Houtian's side. Seeing the other party's alert, he couldn't help admiring it.
"This son should be the hope of the Qingyun School. Unfortunately, if it had been in the past, the Qingyun School might have reached its peak, but after this war, it will be removed from the immortal world!"
For the strength of the man in black, Lu Xian is full of confidence. In the face of the man in black, he dare not say that he has five levels of certainty to win. Even if Xia Houtian has three heads and six arms, this time, it will turn into nothingness.
"Ghost hand - no trace! I don't think it will disappoint me!"
Thinking of Xia Houtian's various things, it seems that as soon as he appears, the situation under his control slowly got out of control, and it seems that he can always turn corruption into magic.
Unexpectedly, even Lu Xian himself did not notice that in his words, in addition to the affirmation of the man in black, there was a trace of hesitation.
Not until the last minute, no one knows what the end will be. At this moment, most of the remaining people in the Qingyun faction are scarred, and there is only one belief that supports them and defends their own honor.
Naturally, the side of the Fairy League is not easy to live. The successive loud noises are no less than encountering shackles, so that even if they have the ability to communicate with heaven, they have to be careful. They have a deep understanding of the fearlessness of death of the Qingyun faction.
Maybe it echoes the old saying that the longer you live, the more afraid you will die!
With strong strength and deep background, the people of the Fairy League almost did not feel any danger. However, recently, in the hands of the Qingyun School, they felt that death was approaching.
You should know that in the powerful immortals, they are also human beings, and they have not completely cut off their seven emotions and six desires, and they also have their own fears. They may be extremely difficult to detect on weekdays, but once they get into trouble, they will be infinitely amplified and beat their minds at all times, and there are only seven points left in the ten layers of combat power!
Whenever the oath of the Qingyun School rings in Xia Houtian's ear, it means that another elder has fallen. He doesn't know how much is left in the Fairy League, but what he knows is that there is a strong man who is proficient in concealment, peeping secretly and waiting for the opportunity.
Yuandan trembled violently, and a powerful divine consciousness spread out. Unfortunately, there was still nothing to gain. It seemed that there was no one around, nothing, and it seemed so quiet.
"No, what's wrong? Let me think about it!"
Such a fierce battle, such a calm surroundings, strong contrasts and contrasts make Xia Houtian more sure of his guess. There are indeed people!
In the twilight, the light suddenly appeared in Xia Houtian's mind, as if he had caught something. In his hesitant eyes, he was full of brilliance.
"That's right, it's Reiki. Even in ordinary times, under such a battle, Reiki should be extremely violent. It can't be so calm, unless it's artificial control! Not good!"
Xia Houtian suddenly realized something. He didn't have time to explain it. He immediately sacrificed the Qipin lotus platform. The colorful light slowly appeared, covering everyone in it, and wisps of light shone.
"Brother, what did you find?" When the calm Huang De saw Xia Houtian's behavior, he immediately felt something and couldn't help asking.
"He's already here!"
"Who is coming? Brother, do you make it clear?"
Chen Lun, who was confused, heard Xia Houtian's words, and he was like a monk. He couldn't figure it out!
"Sir, why do you hide your head and show your tail? Is it full of rats in the fairy alliance?" Xia Houtian was refreshed and shouted loudly.
Unfortunately, there is still the initial silence around, and there is no sign of anyone answering. It seems that everything is telling Xia Houtian that his feeling is wrong!
Ghost hand - Wuhen, Zeng Jing had a resounding name in the mortal world - the Assassination Emperor. Wuhen made a living by begging when he was a child. He was taken in by a killer and taught him the art of assassination. After Dacheng, no one could save his life under his hands.
An accident made Wuhen decide to pursue the footprints of immortals. He worked hard to live up to people. In a cave, he finally found a volume of cultivation of immortals.
Maybe it's his persistence in the way of assassination, or maybe he is born to be a person in the dark. With the improvement of his cultivation, his assassination technique is more and more unpredictable, so he gets the name - Ghost Hand!
Hundreds of years ago, he suddenly disappeared and joined the Fairy League, but the name of the ghost hand has become a legend, which is praised by immortals.
For Xia Houtian's words, Wuhen naturally thinks that he is cheating. His self-confidence in his own concealment makes Wuhen have no action. He is still waiting, waiting for the moment when the other party relaxes, one blow will kill!
In fact, Wuhen is right. Xia Houtian doesn't know where he is hiding, but stupid people have a way to be stupid.
"Hahahahaha..."
Without any sign, Xia Houtian suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, and the laughter spread all over the field. At the same time, Wuhen keenly felt a weak energy following, and his heart was not good, so he had to appear and retreat!
"Jither, I really underestimate you!"
He appeared without trace, looking at Xia Houtian's eyes with a strong murderous intention, and his tone was quite arrogant.
"Your Excellency finally appeared!"
The traceless body was possessed in black, and only two black pupils emitted cold eyes, which gave Xia Houtian the first feeling was a strange word!
"Killer? Assassin?"
In the fairy alliance, there is a shortage of talents. Xiahou Tian suddenly heard rumors about these two people in his childhood. What he did not expect was that there were such figures among the immortals.
"The younger generation has some insight!" He said lightly.
In Xia Houtian's eyes, if Wuhen doesn't speak, it's almost like a burst of air. He can't feel the slightest existence. He looks like a passer-by. If it weren't for the spiritual pulse, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to feel the faint death.
Not bad! It's dead! Only those who have countless souls under their hands will be dead.
In an instant, Xia Houtian had a general understanding of the traceless strength. This person was definitely not afraid of siege. Whether it was a killer or an assassin, he refined the way of killing, usually fighting with the crowd.
"Everyone, step back, you can't take a step forward without my order!" Xia Houtian ordered calmly.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Qian Kun finally couldn't stand it and asked.
"Brother, what are you afraid of? It's a big deal!" Li Fang said proudly.
Xia Houtian glanced at everyone, but there was no explanation. He just said lightly, "Believe me, I have my own way!"
Everyone looked at Wu Trace angrily and slowly retreated until they were a hundred feet apart. This was Xia Houtian's request. Even if there were such and such doubts, there was no discount in implementation.
After getting along with each other for many years, Xia Houtian's prestige has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is forbidden!
"Kid, I underestimated you, but this can't change the fatal result, but I will send you the last journey in the most solemn way!" Wu Trace narrowed his eyes, his dry lips touched up and down, and his eyes never left Xia Houtian's throat and heart!
"The elder of Qingyun School - Xia Houtian!"
"The Elder of the Fairy League - No Trace!"
After the announcement, the two sides did not move at all, but quietly waited for the other party's flaws to appear.
The jasper breeze sword slowly circled on the top of Xia Houtian's head, echoing the big sun golden light sword around him. The sword light of the sword body flashed, which seemed extremely restrained, and a burst of colorful dazzling light loomed, protecting Xia Houtian in it.
And without trace, the whole person seems to have no sound. If it hadn't been for a pair of dark pupils, I'm afraid no one would think that he is a living person, as if it were a sculpture. Two daggers as dark as ink, hidden between the arms, a wisp of cold light suddenly appeared, like a poisonous snake waiting for the opportunity, constantly spitting out the snake core!
Suddenly, there was another loud noise not far away, and then Xia Houtian heard a familiar name.
"Minger, how are you!"
"Brother Zhang Ming?"
Zhang Ming, perhaps Xia Houtian's only trusted friend in the Qingyun School, his comfort instinctively made Xia Houtian look back!
At the moment Xia Houtian turned around, Wuhen knew that it was almost coming. The black figure suddenly disappeared silently. After a breath, Xia Houtian felt that the danger had come quietly.
The traceless dagger easily tore open the protection of the colorful light, as if there was no obstruction, pointing straight to Xia Houtian's throat.
One blow will kill, if you don't do it, and if you don't do it, it will be thunderous!
Even Huang De and others in the distance did not notice how Wumu took action at all, and they showed frightened eyes one after another!
"Brother, be careful!"
"Brother, be careful!"
Seeing that the traceless dagger is about to wait for its bursts of bright red, maybe it's instinct, maybe Xiahou's fate should not be cut off. At this time, the jasper breeze sword unexpectedly appeared strangely in front of the dagger, and only heard the sound of two crisp collisions, which won Xia Houtian the time to deal with it.
As soon as the flag fell, it sprinkled bursts of starlight, shining the traceless figure under the starlight, and then the golden light sword stood upright in the air, and the body and sword went straight to the sky!
Under the starlight, a group of human-shaped dark shadows loomed, and a pair of dark daggers easily cut the Biyun Qingfeng sword into three sections. If it was not hit, it immediately withdrew and retreated. This is the ghost hand - no trace!
Xia Houtian, who ran away with the combination of human and swords, was relieved when he saw Wuqi retreating. He felt a slight coolness from his throat. He reached out and touched it, and a trace of red suddenly appeared.
"It's so dangerous!" Xia Houtian said a fluke secretly. If it hadn't been for the Jasper Qingfeng Sword to protect the Lord at the critical moment, I'm afraid he would have already been in a different place.
At this moment, on the fragments of the blue cloud breeze sword, there were bursts of green smoke, and a familiar figure quietly first. Xia Houtian said in shock, "Feng Xing!"
Feng Xing smiled and looked at Xia Houtian without saying anything. He slowly rose into the air and dispersed with the wind.
"One day is a green cloud, a lifetime of blue clouds!"
The vows that every disciple of the Qingyun School remembered echoed around. Only then did Xia Houtian understand why he could control the jasper breeze sword so easily at the beginning, and why the jasper breeze sword could protect itself. Everything was because of the trend for many years, even Xia Houtian did not notice that in the flying sword. There is still a wisp of popular soul!
When Xiahoutian fought for the Qingyun faction, and when Xiahoutian was in deep danger, Fengxing won a second chance for Xiahoutian with his own sacrifice and a chance to compete with no trace!
At this moment, the last resentment in Xia Houtian's heart also dissipated. Xia Houtian had no hatred for the trend.
"Fengxing elder, have a good journey!"