977: C977 He Who Has a Son must Have a Father

C977 He Who Has a Son must Have a Father

As the saying goes, if there is a father, there must be a son. If there is a son, there must be a father.

Bei Zixi was sinister and cunning. In order to survive, he even tried to harm his own father, and as his father, he was definitely not a good person.

Gao Feng had long expected Bei Taixi to be unwilling and would attack Feier and Murong Xue, so he saw Bei Taixi's fist shake as he punched towards Bei Taixi, creating an ice pillar.

"Crack!"

The Nine-vein Divine Sword slashed onto the ice pillar and it exploded, producing a crisp sound.

"You are courting death!"

Wu Liang's face turned cold. He roared and took a step forward as the Nine-vein Divine Sword shot at Bei Taixi like lightning.

Bei Taixi reacted quickly. He dodged to the side and summoned his broadsword to block Gao Feng's attack.

Gao Feng's attack speed was also very fast. Without hitting Bei Taixi with one move, he took the opportunity to strike at Bei Taixi. Bei Taixi was forced into a corner and could only wave his saber to block once again.

"Clang!"

With a loud noise, Bei Taixi's arm went numb from the impact. His mind was in turmoil as he spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

This move was very powerful and strange. It was accompanied by the Power of Thunder, which meant that Bei Taixi, who had rich battle experience, could block this move. If it was anyone else, they would have already become the undead of the Nine-vein Divine Sword.

Even though Bei Taixi escaped this calamity, the price he paid was also heavy. Not only was he heavily injured, he was also forced back a hundred feet before he managed to stabilize his body.

Bei Taixi wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said snappily: "If you cripple my cultivation, what's the difference between this and death? Even if no one else does anything to this old man, the remaining lifespan of this old man will not exceed a month. "

In the Xuanwu Planet, as long as one was not a Martial Stylite, an ordinary person's lifespan would be around one hundred years. On the other hand, Bei Taixi had lived for two thousand years, and the moment he loses his cultivation, he would become an ordinary person.

Gao Feng looked at Bei Taixi and asked in a cold voice, "So you want to pull him down?"

"No, I just want to let you have a taste of the pain of losing your loved ones." Bei Taixi said hysterically.

Since things had come to this, Gao Feng definitely wouldn't let him off. He no longer had any concerns. Although he might not be able to kill the woman beside him, he could still calculate the reason for his ill will if he felt disgusted. His North Ice Sect up to this point was all thanks to him, it would not be a gentleman if he did not take revenge on this enmity.

Bei Taixi's cultivation was too high, even Feier couldn't block a single attack from him. But at this moment, Murong Xue was even weaker than Feier. That was why Bei Taixi chose to attack Murong Xue.

Crippling his cultivation seemed to be too merciful.

"The pain of having me lose my loved ones is something that you will never have any hope in. It's best to wait for your next life to see a good one."

Gao Feng's cold voice had just sounded when his body moved and turned into a shadow as he hacked towards Bei Taixi.

"Ten thousand miles of snow!"

Bei Taixi shouted and the sky darkened. A biting cold wind blew and snow started falling from the sky.

In fact, it was not snow, but an indestructible blade.

Looking at the thousands of blades falling from the sky, the North Ice Sect Elder was shocked. So the old sect master had actually managed to cultivate the most powerful North Ice Sect martial skill — — Ten Thousand Li Snowfall. This time, that youth was going to suffer.

He wondered if Bei Taixi would get even with them if he killed this young man in front of him.

Thinking about that, the North Ice Sect Elder's face turned ashen, he didn't know what to do, some of them actually prayed to the sky, hoping that Gao Feng would kill Bei Taixi.

Looking at the descending blade, Gao Feng's heart trembled. Thinking about Feier and Murong Xue, Gao Feng's face changed. Raising his Nine-vein Divine Sword, he yelled: "Sword Fire Burning Heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of sword glows shot out to meet the descending blade edge.

Boom!2

The sword light and the saber light clashed and made a loud sound that shook the sky. Ancestor of North Ice Sect, who was fighting with Jiao Yuanjun in the air, felt a huge shock in his heart and subconsciously asked, "What happened?"

Jiao Yuanjun replied without even looking down: "It's very simple, because your North Ice Sect were destroyed by my master."

"How is this possible?" Ancestor of North Ice Sect asked in disbelief.

"Anything is possible." Seeing that Ancestor of North Ice Sect still didn't believe him, Jiao Yuanjun smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, you can look down."

Even though Ancestor of North Ice Sect still had an expression of disbelief, he still subconsciously looked down. Seeing that the North Ice Sect below was safe and sound, he felt relieved.

Before he could regain his senses, Ancestor of North Ice Sect suddenly felt a chill coming from his abdomen. Only then did he realize that he was being tricked and reflexively retreated.

However, Jiao Yuanjun's movements were both fast and fierce. The sharp Plum Blossom Blade streaked across North Ice Sect's chest, leaving a long wound on his body as blood splashed in all directions.

Ancestor of North Ice Sect, who had stabilized his body, saw the wound on his chest and was so angry that his face turned ashen. He stared at Jiao Yuanjun with fire in his eyes and said angrily, "Despicable and shameless little scumbag, you dare to lie to this old man …"

"This is called not being crafty at all, and what this divine beast said is the truth. My master will soon cause your North Ice Sect to be destroyed." Jiao Yuanjun laughed loudly.

The two of them had been battling in the void for two hours, neither taking advantage of the other. Jiao Yuanjun was very happy as he did not expect his little trick to injure the other easily.

Looking at Jiao Yuanjun's complacent expression, Ancestor of North Ice Sect was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. "Old freak, don't be complacent. It's not certain who will win in the end."

Jiao Yuanjun withdrew the smile on his face and said very seriously, "The conclusion has already been decided since this divine beast lured you here. Of course, even if you didn't come up, you still wouldn't be able to change the final outcome. "

Ancestor of North Ice Sect suddenly had a bad premonition and asked in shock: "You, you, what do you mean?"

Jiao Yuanjun said: "The matter is actually very simple, because whether it is your old Clan Master or that new Clan Master, they are both not a match for my Master."

"How is that possible? That brat is just a Third Grade of Martial Monarch Stage, how can he defeat a fourth stage Martial God Stage? "Can you not mislead us?"

At this very moment, Ancestor of North Ice Sect and Jiao Yuanjun were thousands of meters away from the ground. Even with their peak Martial God Stage cultivation, they were unable to clearly see who had the upper hand below them.

"What's impossible? This divine beast told you that this divine beast didn't make a move before. My master fought against so many people of your North Ice Sect by himself, and not only did he not suffer any damage, he even beat the people of your North Ice Sect and fled in a sorry state. If the people from your North Ice Sect didn't borrow Transfering Talisman s, they would have been annihilated long ago. "

Regardless of whether it was Bei Taixi or Bei Zixi, they both had wounds on their bodies. Furthermore, Ancestor of North Ice Sect could also tell that the wounds were not caused by the Plum Blossom Blade, but by the sword energy.

Ancestor of North Ice Sect sighed. "I didn't expect him to be so strong …"

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