The darkness was as deep as a curtain.
Di Jiang's figure pierced through the night, and walked away at great speed with the howling wind, that little bit of silver light gradually drifted away, but the sharp and fierce killing intent in the distance was getting closer and closer.
The killing intent was not manic and flamboyant, but extremely cold permeated the entire space, calm, indifferent, and extremely dangerous.
Li Tianlan has passed out in a coma.
The saint touched his pulse and heartbeat and breathed a sigh of relief.
The No. 6 War Zone divided by Dongdao is not big or small, but in the past two days, the Saints have not been able to find Li Tianlan, partly because of the area of the No. 6 War Zone, but partly because Li Tianlan's speed is too fast.
There is never any nonsense in high-intensity battles, shoot, fight, divide life and death, and retreat.
Li Tianlan's every shot was crisp and neat, and the saints often slowed him down.
At the beginning, through some remaining clues, the saints could gradually see that Li Tianlan's strength had broken through to a rather terrifying point, and then he was not in a hurry, and he had been following behind unhurriedly.
But he didn't expect that Li Tianlan would meet Di Jiang at the end of the battle, and if he came one step too late, the saints didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be.
But even so, he still let Di Jiang take away the human emperor of extraordinary value, and at this moment, looking at Li Tianlan in a coma, the saint was suddenly a little embarrassed.
The killing intent that surged wildly in the air suddenly froze at a certain moment.
The night sky suddenly cleared.
The killing intent that spread across the battlefield silently turned into a shadow that was almost completely transparent, and the shadow fluctuated violently in the dark night, and then turned into a black shadow.
The killing intent has completely disappeared.
There was nothing where the shadow stood.
The saint's brow furrowed, thoughtful.
"How?"
The robber who rushed to the battlefield asked hoarsely.
He and the saint are both dressed in black, but their temperament is completely different.
Every move of the saint inadvertently seemed to have a surging sword aura, but the calamity was silent, and in addition to the mystery, there was only infinite darkness left in the place where he passed.
"Seriously injured, too tired."
The saint picked up Li Tianlan, handed him over to the robbery, was silent, and continued: "The human emperor is lost. ” "Huh?"
He simply pronounced a syllable.
"It's Jiang Hongwei.
You're a step too late, or you might be able to leave him behind. ” The saint sighed with some regret, but there was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes, recalling the moment of the fight, the thunder that penetrated the sky, he was a little self-deprecating, thinking that it was indeed a terrible junior.
"The Twin Thunder Veins of the Beihai King Clan?"
The tone of the robbery was quiet, the Jiang family in Beihai Province was originally a high-profile wealthy family, the heir of the Jiang family, and the personal disciple of Wang Tianzong, such an identity could not be completely secret, although Jiang Hongwei, the double thunder vein, had never made a move, but for his strength, some big people in Zhongzhou would basically have a rough judgment.
If he can grow up normally, even if he doesn't enter the invincible realm now, he basically has the combat power of the invincible realm, and in the Beihai Wang clan, this is a veritable second master.
"You shouldn't be his match."
He said, his tone clear and straightforward.
"The saints are indeed no match for him.
But I'm not just a saint. ” The saint shook his head, his tone a little complicated.
"He knows who you are."
The tone of the robbery was indifferent, but the trouble contained in this sentence was extremely clear to both of them.
The relationship between the Reincarnation Palace and the City of Sighs has been determined since the first time the saint ascended Taibai Mountain, if Jiang Hongwei exposed the true identity of the saint, the uproar that arose was enough to make the Beihai Wang clan and Kunlun City completely vigilant.
The saint took a deep breath and said lightly: "There is no way, if I don't really draw my sword tonight, I won't be able to stop him, and then Tianlan will be in danger." ” He is the first king of reincarnation, but the strength that the identity of a saint can show is really average, roughly between the ordinary half-step invincibility and the peak half-step invincibility, only the sword qi does not reveal the sword intent, this sword is equivalent to no soul, but once the sword intent appears, it is all trouble.
He held Li Tianlan in his arms, took out a bottle of blue medicine and gave it to him, and was silent for a while.
"Whoosh!"
The silver light in the darkness pierced the night sky in an instant.
The silver light was like a meteor, with a terrifying momentum, but there was no killing intent, and the sharp edge fell at the feet of the robbery.
A figure in a black cloak walked out from the other side, and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay." ” The human emperor who was taken away by Di Jiang was still in the shape of Fang Tian's painted halberd, and at this time, it was inserted on the ground in front of him, trembling slightly.
"Strategist?"
The whole face of the robbery is hidden in the mask "Fortunately."
The military advisor's voice was smiling, and he arched his hand, he didn't say anything about the first meeting, the two had already met at the meeting a few days ago, although there had been no communication.
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Zai nodded, looked at the human emperor in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and said with some doubts: "This is..."
"I reasoned with the little guy named Dijiang, maybe I felt that it was a loss.
The guy left his weapon and walked away on his own. ” The military advisor laughed softly, gentle and elegant, soft without the slightest edge.
"You?"
He asked rhetorically.
"I can't do it myself, but don't I still have you?
Anyway, it's not far away, I can't talk about him if I reason, can't we talk about him together?
That little guy is a smart man, and he is sensible. ” The military advisor glanced at the saint with a smile and continued, "You don't have to worry about your identity. ” The saint seemed to understand something, and then frowned, his eyes changed, and he glanced at the military advisor.
The military advisor nodded knowingly, turned around and left.
"I know who the saints are.
What about you?
Who are you?
” Feeling Li Tianlan's more and more steady breathing, he looked at the back of the military advisor and suddenly asked.
The figure of the military advisor paused, and then hurried into the darkness again, as if he was in a hurry.
His voice fluttered through the night sky, and it was clear to the ears.
"I'm a military advisor.
It is also the hand that holds the sword in samsara. ” His figure vanished at this point, and it seemed that he had hurried with all his might.
The pupils of the robbery instantly condensed, and he silently looked at the direction in which the military advisor left, and after a long time, he turned his head to look at the military advisor, and said in a deep voice: "The knife, does it really exist?"
” Knife.
Invisible knives.
A knife that is hard to detect.
In Central Continent, only a very few people can perceive the existence of this knife, but it is vague, not to mention robbery, I am afraid that even Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun do not know what this so-called knife is all about.
"Naturally exists."
The saint said flatly, "But it's not too long." ” He took a deep breath, looked at the saint seriously, and asked, "The military advisor is the hand with the sword, so who is the knife bearer?"
It can't be the reincarnation palace master, right?
” "It used to be the boss."
The saint hesitated, but still said truthfully: "When Tianlan returns to China, it will be Tianlan who holds the sword."
He may never have imagined what kind of knife his boss left him in Middle-earth. ” "I can't imagine it."
Zheng's tone was as flat as water: "It seems that Mr.
Qin has made up his mind, and the gift she left behind is indeed valuable, but all this may not be what Tianlan wants." ” But this is what he needs most.
Because he's in Middle-earth. ” The saint's tone was indifferent.
He stopped talking.
He has never been good at emotional things, there is always a trade-off between sensibility and rationality, Qin Weibai made a choice, what about Li Tianlan?
He looked at Li Tianlan, who was still unconscious, and laughed at himself: "I can't imagine that the legendary knife really exists, so what have the Beihai Wang Clan and Kunlun City been doing for so many years?"
What's the point of what they're doing?
The saint didn't speak, just turned around silently and said lightly, "Let's go."
There is still work to be done. ” He didn't say much, hugged Li Tianlan, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
And on the other side of the battlefield.
The figure of the military advisor was rapidly passing through the mountains and forests, and he did not retain half of his strength.
Trees spiked behind him.
Suddenly.
His figure suddenly stopped in place.
The sweltering heat brewed in the mountains and forests, with a desperate silence.
The figure of the military advisor slowly took a step forward, another step.
His body stopped under a large tree.
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The military advisor was silent, but his eyes became extremely frantic and fierce in an instant.
Over here.
It was where he and the boss were separated.
Before parting, the boss rested under the tree.
But now...
The big tree is still...
The boss is gone!
.......
Zhongzhou Lin'an.
The white fog in Qingyun Mountain still hasn't dissipated.
The white mist shrouded all corners of the mountain, and it was so thick that it could not be dissolved.
The white mist flowed clearly and slowly in the night.
Master Wuwei, the most famous metaphysical master in Central Continent, stood quietly in front of the temple gate, bowing his head with a smile on his face, looking at the flourishing flowers in front of the temple gate.
Vast expanses of flowers now cover all the roads in the temple.
Ancient temples, white mist, flowers, is everything.
A drop of crimson blood flowed down Master Wuwei's chest and dripped into the flowers.
The old monk, whose gray hair had completely disappeared, suddenly touched his bald head and looked at the night sky.
The sky above is still filled with white mist, ethereal like a fairyland.
Wisps of water were falling from the sky, piercing the white mist and moistening the flowers.
"It's raining..."
He muttered softly, opened his mouth, but closed it again.
The master originally planned to ask his two apprentices to enjoy the rain together, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered that his two apprentices, Ruzhen and Ruye, had been arranged by himself to go to Dongdao.
He sighed softly, turned around, and walked slowly into the temple gate.
Another drop of blood trickled down his chest.
Beads of blood fell to the ground, splashing blood.
The rain is getting heavier. ......
Long Island International Airport.
Two middle-aged monks, who were identical in appearance, figure and temperament, slowly walked out of the hall.
Both of them were dressed in plain monk's robes, and their expressions were calm and serene.
The two monks, who had been walking side by side, came out of the hall in silence, looked at each other, did not speak, and turned their heads.
One to the east and one to the west.
Drifting away.
The dreary night sky suddenly sounded with rolling thunder.
Dense lightning pierced the night sky before the thunder, from above down.
In an instant, torrential rain and thunder and lightning accompanied by strong winds descended on Long Island.
The sweltering heat on Long Island has faded.
The overwhelming rainstorm overwhelmed everything.
All that was left in the world was the sound of rain.
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