The sky is the gloomiest before dawn, with a few flakes of snow falling from the sky.
The dim lights swayed in the cold wind, and bright sword lights appeared in the sky, streaking across the sky above Tiandao City...
Whoosh! The cold wind roared, bringing with it a pungent smell of blood.
This is a stone path, and the sword energy sweeps over the stone path like a torrent, rolling up a pile of snow.
The snow did not fall to the ground, but fell on corpses one after another. Broken swords and tragically dead corpses fell in confusion around.
Tick! Tick! Blood stains followed the broken sword and fell on the snowflakes.
Figures filled the sky, and bright sword lights illuminated the entire sky.
The sword shadow is like an ocean, hovering in the void. A embarrassed figure is located in the ocean of sword shadow, and can be drowned by the terrifying wave of sword energy at any time.
"Blood Prison Thief, do you still want to escape?"
"Damn it, I and the others worked so hard to get here from the Lonely Hell. If we let you, a little thief, escape today, then we don't have to go back to the Lonely City!"
Sneering laughter hovered in the sky, and the sharp sword energy brought out bursts of harsh wind.
Wearing broken bloody clothes, dim eyes, and a rather heroic handsome face, Liu Ye stared at the sneering middle-aged man in the distance and sighed slightly: "It's really a ghost!"
Whoosh! The sword energy that appeared out of the air penetrated Liu Ye's chest, bringing up pillars of blood.
Liu Ye always had a calm smile on his face, as if it was not him who was injured, but someone else.
"It's not like you have been unsuccessful in the past few days of pursuit, let alone today?" Raising his sword, Liu Ye took a step forward, pointing his long sword coldly at the middle-aged man and others.
In front of Liuye, nearly a hundred figures surged, and their fierce momentum gathered together, like a shackle, imprisoning the void around Liuye.
Except for a few of these warriors who came from Dugu City, most of the warriors clearly belonged to the forces of the eight major cities.
"Is this the person you have been chasing for several days?" The snowflakes were flying, the cold wind roared like a devil, and a hoarse voice sounded, drowning out the sharp wind.
An elderly figure loomed in the wind and snow. Finally, he appeared next to the middle-aged man.
"Commander!" Dozens of warriors from the Eight Great Cities shouted out, but the swords in their hands still did not stop, bringing with them a torrent of fierce sword energy.
Regarding the sudden appearance of the old man, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and then he straightened up and said, "Exactly!"
"You're just a spiritual martial artist, your work efficiency is too low!" the old man said lightly, with no expression on his withered face, and his eyes were like dead fish.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. Then he could only cover up the anger.
Nearly a hundred warriors went to the Lonely Hell to hunt down this man, and nearly seventy warriors of our own were killed. If he hadn't met the law enforcers from the Eight Great Cities this time, he might have actually allowed this man to escape today.
The facts were before his eyes, and the middle-aged man knew that any explanation would only lead to ridicule from the other party. Coupled with the status gap between the two parties, the middle-aged man nodded and whispered: "This person is from the Blood Prison!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man stopped talking. If it weren't for your grievances between the Eight Great Cities and the Blood Hell, I would have run here from the Lonely Hell with nothing to do.
The sharp cold wind blew against his face. Liu Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart sank, "Here comes an old immortal, and he is still at the commander level!"
The rules are flowing on the sword, and Liuye's eyes are changing uncertainly, "You must not die here, otherwise you will be laughed to death by those guys in Han Dynasty!"
Holding the sword in his hand tightly, Liu Ye took a step forward unhurriedly, bringing up afterimages. The bright sword rainbow suddenly appeared, shredding the torrent of sword energy in front of him. This Liu Ye took the initiative.
Attack.
"Don't overestimate your own abilities!" the old man said lightly. In his eyes, those in the spiritual martial arts realm are like ants. Under the martial arts, everyone is like an ant.
While waving his sleeves, the old man's right hand slowly reached out from the sleeves, and he grabbed it in the air. The torrent of will erupted like a bursting volcano, directly shining the torrent of sword energy and imprisonment around him, heading straight towards Liuye.
go.
Puff! The torrent of will destroyed one after another like a broken bamboo until the last one was shattered.
"Afterimage?" The old man's expression changed slightly, and his gaze fell far away in the void in the distance, where a line of blood-clothed clothes emerged, and it turned out to be Liuye.
Seeing this, a smile flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. Damn his magical power. This guy pretends to be desperate for nothing. In fact, he used his magical power to condense a clone. The real one has already left.
"Deliberately pretending to go all out, forcing the seniors to use martial arts will, thereby breaking the confinement around them. As soon as the confinement was broken, this kid escaped immediately, alas!" The middle-aged man said lightly, "This is why we have repeatedly tried to let this guy
Reason to escape!”
The middle-aged man's seemingly explaining words fell into the old man's ears like a mockery. The old man snorted coldly, stepped out of the air, looked coldly at the flowing leaves in the sky, and said lightly: "In the hands of the old man, he can't escape.
!”
"He can't escape!" The old man's words turned into the sound of heaven and earth, hovering in the void.
Liu Ye's figure suddenly froze, and a terrifying pressure appeared in the air, suppressing his figure like a mountain.
"Suppression of will!" The old man's words swirled in Liu Ye's mind, and Liu Ye seemed to be stuck in a swamp, in a dilemma.
"I still underestimated the horror of the martial arts realm. The void of dozens of feet in radius was imprisoned by this old guy's martial arts will." Liuye held the long sword in his hand tightly, raised the sword with difficulty, and stabbed out with one sword.
Ding! A crisp warning sound sounded. Liuye's sword was full of masculine power, but when it fell into the void, it became feeble and motionless, like a wave in the sea.
Bang bang! The pressure from the sword made Liu Ye's right arm numb. Even though he used his magical powers, he still could not shake the martial arts will.
With the sound of hunting robes, the old man came out of the air with many eight great warriors. The middle-aged man and others followed closely behind. I had to admit that with the strength of this old guy, there was no way he could escape.
The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded from behind. Liuye Jian's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the strong zhenqi surged wildly. He turned around suddenly to avoid the spurting sword energy.
His right hand reached out from his robe. The old man looked at Liu Ye in front of him with an indifferent expression. He waved his palm down, and his martial arts will condensed into a huge palm shadow, which came with a bang.
The martial arts pressure came upon him, and Liu Ye couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as the huge palm shadow exploded.
"Eh!" Liu Ye was startled, and then he looked at the roaring martial arts palm with a calm expression, and said with a faint smile: "How embarrassing, I made a fool of myself in front of these people again!"
Liu Ye's body would definitely not be able to bear the impact of the palm shadow of the martial arts will, and he would directly end up with his body and soul destroyed.
However, the old man and others did not see any panic in Liu Ye's expression. On the contrary, the smile made the middle-aged man feel inexplicably uneasy, "Damn it, this kid laughed again. Every time this kid laughs, something bad happens."
Something happened!”
Everyone's gaze became uncertain. Under the gaze of hundreds of gazes, the shadow of the palm of martial arts will stood strangely still at the moment when it was about to touch Liu Ye.
The old man's expression suddenly changed, and just as he was about to raise his right hand, a plain voice echoed in the distance: "If you dare to take action, you will die worse than him!"
The plain words, but the murderous intention in them made the old man's heart palpitate, and his right hand stopped.
The sound turned into sound waves and spread. In the astonished eyes of everyone, the sound waves impacted the shadow of the martial arts will, and the palm shadow shattered suddenly.
At the same time, the martial arts will within a few dozen feet collapsed, and the space returned to normal again.
The oppression dissipated, Liuye turned around suddenly, his gaze fell far away on the horizon, his eyes full of fanaticism: "Sect Master!"
Stopping, the old man and others also looked towards the end of the sky. It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water with no waves, and a moment later, a figure dressed in white and snow-clad emerged from it.
The ripples in space spread out, and this figure walked out of the endless void and came through the snow.
Seeing this figure, the middle-aged people and other law enforcers in Lonely City took a breath, and their scalps went numb: "How is it possible? How could he appear here?"
To be continued.
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