A black-clothed swordsman who had abandoned his bow and sword was broken in the rain, turning into a blur of flesh and falling to the ground.
Even if their hearts were like rocks, these black-clothed swordsmen were completely red-eyed, and they let out a roar that didn't look like a human being.
However, the woman in white still stood well, only the raindrops and the blood of others splashed on her body.
The middle-aged man with a sad face and the green-shirted "master" holding an oil-paper umbrella came together, but they still just watched side by side, watching the last black-clothed swordsman fly out upside down in a terrible scream, and fell to the ground, no longer silent.
On the muddy official road, only a woman in white, a middle-aged man with a sad face, a green-shirted "master" holding an oil-paper umbrella, and Li Qilong, who was holding a judge's pen, were standing.
For a moment, the sky fell silent, only the sound of the rain was soft, and no one took the lead.
The woman in white had already lowered the snow-bright giant axe that was still dripping blood, her eyes first fell on the strange hairstyle of the middle-aged man with a sad face, and asked calmly and indifferently: "You are from the south" "The younger generation falls into the sand in autumn, and he studied under Longji Cliff, which is from the south you said the eldest princess."
The middle-aged man with a sad face bowed slightly, although he was slightly older than the woman in white, but he knew very well in his heart that no matter in terms of identity or cultivation, the other party was enough to be called a senior, so his eyebrows were very natural, and he was more at ease than Fang Cai.
"That's the student of the Thousand Demon Caves."
The woman in white nodded lightly: "From the Thousand Demon Caves to Rudongling, it will take at least two months, and you have worked hard to get there." ” The middle-aged man with a sad face and the green-shirted "master" whose face had been hidden under the oil-paper umbrella were both slightly stunned, they had already tried to think about how to face this woman in white with the most noble blood of the Yunqin Empire flowing in their minds countless times, but they didn't expect that when they really faced it, the other party said such a sentence.
"It's not hard."
After a few breaths of silence, the middle-aged man with a slightly stiff face shook his head: "The junior has been in Qianxia Mountain, so it's not too far to get here." ” "My Yunqin Empire has always been heavy on martial arts, and even more courageAfter you die, I will have your bones transported back to Qianxia Mountain and let you return to your hometown."
The woman in white looked at the middle-aged man with a sad face and said lightly.
If her words were changed to others, perhaps anyone would feel arrogant and arrogant to the extreme, but from her mouth, the middle-aged man with a sad face leaned forward slightly, and bowed solemnly: "Thank you seniors for your kindness." ” The woman in white nodded slightly, and turned her head to look at the green-shirted "master" under the oil-paper umbrella: "What about you?"
The "master" in the green shirt was silent and did not respond.
The corners of the woman's mouth in white were slightly cold, and she didn't say more: "Which of you comes first?"
The middle-aged man with a sad face smiled bitterly: "Then the juniors will come first." ” The rain continued to fall, and an agitated sound suddenly sounded between the heavens and the earth, and the middle-aged man with a sad face had all the sleeves of his cotton robe in his right hand cracked up to the shoulders, and a purple thin sword dragged out an afterimage in the air because of its extremely fast speed, slashing towards the woman in white The woman in white took a light step, and the snow-white giant axe in her hand swept out, accurately slashing at the purple thin sword in the middle-aged man's hand, making a deafening crisp sound.
The middle-aged man with a sad face trembled slightly, and the whole person was shocked out by the powerful force, and fell into the mud a few feet behind, his face was much paler, but the purple long sword in his hand that was as thin and transparent as a piece of ice was not damaged in the slightest, only a trace of purple light swam on the sword body.
"Ziyu is indeed a disciple of the Thousand Demon Caves."
As if knowing the thoughts of everyone in front of her, the woman in white did not attack, but nodded slightly approvingly.
The middle-aged man with a sad face smiled bitterly again, and the sound of agitation sounded again in the rain curtain, and his person and sword broke through the mist again and reached the woman in white, but the woman's movements were still very simple, and the battle axe that was faster than the middle-aged man made the middle-aged man take back the sword stiffly, lay it in front of him, and then flew out miserably again.
"Dangdang Dang" The purple sword shadow kept hovering beside the woman in white, and the middle-aged man with a sad face flew around the woman in white like a big bird, but the consequence of the blades hitting each other again and again was that his face became even paler, and the right hand holding the sword became more trembling, and drops of blood began to pour out of his mouth, and then drops of blood dripped down from his nostrils.
The face of the woman in white did not show half impatience, but she just waved the battle axe, forcing the middle-aged man to retreat again and again.
Suddenly, she took another step forward, and there was no particularly huge aura on her body, but this step out, the middle-aged man could no longer support it, the yellow light on his body was extinguished like a candle, and the purple long sword in his hand was shaken off from his hand when he blocked the giant axe, and the sword body slammed back on his own body.
As if he was not hit by a thin sword, but by a giant hammer, the chest of the middle-aged man with a sad face instantly sunken, his hands hung down weakly, and he flew backwards and fell heavily into the mud.
The blood in his mouth and nose trickled out like a trickle, and he couldn't breathe at all, but his expression was very calm.
"Senior Brother Ouyang, it's up to you."
I don't know what kind of perseverance and will drove him, after suffering a fatal wound, this strong man of the Wang Mang Dynasty's military, who obviously knew what this meant than Li Qilong, did not die immediately, but looked at the gray-black rain curtain above, mixed with a mouthful of blood and rain, and said such a sentence.
The green-shirted "master" holding an oil-paper umbrella silently bowed deeply to this strong man who was covered in mud.
Just as he was bent deeply, the rain around him was suddenly restrained by the slightest vibration in the air, and everything seemed to slow down.
The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was completely reduced to debris under a strange and powerful tremor, and it disintegrated in the rain, revealing a pale and youthful face.
This green-shirted "master" who was hidden under the pergola before, and then hidden under the oil-paper umbrella, his hair and eyebrows were all snow-white.
Knock knock The white-haired man's face was filled with sorrow and determination, and his heart suddenly sounded like a war drum, and with this sound, the veins under his skin protruded one by one, becoming thick and hideous, and began to turn a terrible black, like black lines showing out on his body.
Li Qilong, who was standing in the muddy official road of "Purgatory Mountain", looked at the abnormal changes that happened to the "master" in green shirts with some confusion, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, I don't know if it was because of the cold or because of panic.
Suddenly, he was completely depressed, and a pair of judge's pens in his hand fell into the mud, crying like a raped woman: "It's impossible, how can you be a person from Purgatory Mountain" As the middle-aged uncle said in the exhortation left by Lin Xi, there are too many unknown places in this world, there are too many strong people, the Yunqin Empire has Qingluan Academy, and the Wang Mang Dynasty in the south also has such an existence as Purgatory Mountain.
It's not terrible to be powerful, but the terrible thing is that a strong person who walks out of a place like Purgatory Mountain will appear next to him.
Since there is a strong person with a national warrior-level cultivator in Purgatory Mountain here, what else do you have to do "Could it be that I have been through a hundred battles, and I finally climbed to a high position like Lingdu, and I haven't been exposed to the so-called power technique at all, and I am just a chess piece played by those people at will?"
Originally, when he achieved the position of Ling Du, he thought that he had entered the real power class, but it was not until this moment that he vaguely realized how shallow and vulgar he was before.
The whole body of the middle-aged man with a sad face who was stuck in the mud twitched violently, and there was a strange convulsion sound in his collapsed chest, and the green-shirted "master" covered with black blood lines knew that the middle-aged man with a sad face had reached the last moment, and he also knew very well that the middle-aged man with a sad face was holding on so hard, just to take a look at the final result, and this kind of hard support must be extremely painful, so he wanted to end this matter soon, Therefore, he used the best strength of his body to take a deep breath, allowing all the soul power in his dantian to run between his bloodlines.
The rain and mist outside him suddenly turned into white gas, but just as he was about to step out towards the woman in white, his face suddenly tightened, and he suddenly felt that the air around him suddenly had a strange vibration.
And this strange tremor actually came from under his feet, from the mud underground.
Suddenly, this strong man from the sacred land of the Wang Mang Dynasty thought of some possibility, and suddenly raised his foot, as if he was about to step on the entire muddy official road.
However, it was too late, an extremely faint sword light shot out from the thin mud with blood and water, bypassed his kick, and then suddenly accelerated, making an amazing whistling sound in the air, with a soft "poof", this sword light cut off all the protruding black blood on his right side of his neck, flew into the sky, and suspended above his head.
The green-shirted "master" covered his neck, but the black blood still shot out from his fingertips like arrows.
He stared, and only then did he see clearly that the girl in green clothes who was sitting in the front of the car had already stepped out of the carriage full of black feather arrows and looked at the flying sword above his head seriously.
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That flying sword was a handleless broken sword, slightly silver, with a cold light flashing, and in addition to some delicate runes, there was also a distinct ice-like crack.
"How is that possible?"
The "master" in the green shirt slowly knelt down in the big pit he stepped out of, and the rain accumulated in the pit flooded his waist and abdomen, he looked at the girl in green clothes with two pigtails, but he looked childish but completely ignored the blood on the ground and the broken corpse, his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension: "How can you only be so old, how can you make the flying sword more than fifty steps, how can you reach the cultivation of the holy master" Perhaps knowing that it was futile, he let go of the hand that was covering his neck, and black blood gushed out of his neck even more unscrupulously.
Looking at the steady stream of black blood, the girl in the green shirt frowned slightly, but still replied seriously: "I was born with tender faces, I am a genius." ”: