Xiao He ran all the way away from Shaoshi Mountain, with no purpose, no direction, and didn't even know how long he would have to run like this. When it was getting dark, Xiao He listened by a cold stream, bent down and took a few sips of water.
The cool river water failed to wash away the anger that filled Xiao He's body. He was extremely uncomfortable. Everything that had just happened bothered him like a lump in his throat, preventing him from venting it.
He stood up straight and looked at the sunset on the horizon. Suddenly, he dodged in the air and dodged a cold arrow from behind. When he turned around, there were three young men in Taoist robes looking at him fiercely.
From their clothes, Xiao He could tell that most of them were disciples of Bei Luomen.
"Boy, are you Xiao He from Guiyan Peak?" the leader asked loudly.
Xiao He did not panic and sneered: "Yes, it's me."
"Did you kill my senior brother Weiyue?" the visitor asked again, the anger that had been building up for a long time could be heard in his tone.
Xiao He nodded calmly and said, "Yes, I killed him."
"As long as you dare to admit it!" The leader roared and attacked Xiao He. The two people behind him also attacked Xiao He from the left and right directions, sealing Xiao He's front.
As soon as the three people moved, Xiao He couldn't help but sneer. He didn't take a step back. He just raised his right hand, spread his palm, and resisted the attacks of the three people with a light barrier. Then, his right arm gently
After exerting their strength, the three people only felt a wave of air coming towards their faces. Before they could resist it, they were knocked back to the original place by Xiao He's palm wind.
Seeing Xiao He's understatement, the three of them became even more angry. After glaring at Xiao He for a few seconds, they looked at each other, and then they bit their middle fingers in unison and shouted in unison: "Xingluo Blood Net Formation!"
With this roar, the fighting spirit of the three people rose. Three rays of blood were shot out from the palms of the three people, dispersed instantly, connected to one place in the air, forming a blood network and spread towards Xiao He.
As the magic circle rose, Xiao He took another cold look and thought to himself: The cultivation of these three people is much worse than Wei Yue, so why bother to die.
Thinking like this, Xiao He flew back to avoid the attack, while holding the Taiyi Dragon Sword in his hand, he used Tai Chi sword skills again, connecting points in the blood network more lightly, and the last attack was at the connection of the blood network of the three people.
In the blink of an eye, the blood net that had not yet fully opened disappeared out of thin air as the mana dissipated.
Looking at the scene in front of them, the three of them were gradually stunned, and there was even a hint of panic in their eyes.
Xiao He said coldly: "You are no match for me. Let's go. I don't want to kill anyone anymore today."
The three of them stood there at a loss, as if they were too immobile to move, staring blankly at Xiao He.
Xiao He pointed his sword forward and said angrily: "If you don't leave, you will die!"
The three of them looked at me again and I looked at you. They slowly and hesitantly took two or three steps back to make sure that Xiao He had no intention of killing them. Then they thought of running away. However, they had just turned around and had not yet started.
The figure flew up, only to hear another sound breaking through the air. Before the three people could react, their heads and bodies separated, and they died on the spot.
The situation in front of him suddenly changed, but Xiao He didn't care how useless the three people died, and calmly stared at the surroundings. Judging from the attacks that the three people received just now, the person who took action was definitely not low in cultivation.
"Xiao He!"
A cold voice sounded, and Xiao He looked up. In mid-air, there were ten masked men lined up in silver helmets and black cloaks. Each of them had the same magic weapon in their hands, and ten drops of blood were in their hands.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Shuoshuo emits a cold light. In three of them, the heads of Beiluomen disciples are bleeding out bit by bit. The ten people are silent, and their whole bodies are covered with a metallic, bright black luster, only revealing the
A pair of eyes that emit a chilling light.
Xiao He knew that the people who came this time would not be as easy to deal with as the three idiots who had just died tragically.
"What's the origin, Liuguang Blessed Land or Beiluomen?" Xiao He asked loudly.
No one answered, or even made any reaction, as if they didn't hear Xiao He's question.
Xiao He held a sword in his hand, frowned coldly, and asked again: "Why, you don't dare to say this?"
At this time, the leader who had just called Xiao He's name spoke up: "We were ordered to take your head. You will die eventually, so why bother asking us where we came from."
A person next to me immediately said, "Don't resist, and I'll save you the pain!"
Their voices, emitted through the masked iron mesh, were all hoarse, cold, and mechanical.
Xiao He knew in his heart that this time was very dangerous, but the enemy did not dare to show any fear of battle, and said coldly: "You try." After saying these three words of indifference, Xiao He stretched out his figure, holding the Tai
The Yiyou Dragon Sword activated the natural Taoist magic. Dozens of towering trees sprouted from the ground in the empty field beside the stream. The ten men in black were also unambiguous. They were all like birds flying across the forest in Xiao He's magic circle.
Shuttled back and forth, Xiao He relied on the advantages of natural formations to deal with these ten people.
When encountering strength, one becomes stronger. Under such strong oppression, Xiao He immediately increased his speed to the limit, shuttling through the dense forest he had built like a dragon. Suddenly, Xiao He thought of his master, Dian Mo, again.
The scene when he took me to Guiyan Peak to steal the elixir. At that time, Dian Mo was surrounded by the Tiangang Guiyan formation just like he is now. However, Dian Mo broke through the formation easily. The disciples of Gui Yan Peak seemed to be being defeated one by one.
The prey killed by the demon was thrown into the air, in pieces.
However, those people are just the front mountain disciples of Guiyan Peak to hide from others. Xiao He cannot throw away any of the ten people today. Each one of them is as hard, heavy and cold as a thousand-year-old boulder. Xiao He already understands that the enemy is like this
His cultivation level definitely did not come from Beiluomen.
Under the stalemate of mana, Xiao He gradually showed his defeat. With his left hand, he once again sacrificed the Dragon Valley Sword. In an instant, murderous aura rose around him. The ten men in black suddenly felt that the young man who was being hunted in front of them was at this moment.
His murderous intent is worse than that of a killer. Someone will definitely die here today!
And Xiao He has his own principle, that is, once the Dragon Valley Sword is released, every enemy who sees it must come and go without any return. For Xiao He, the Taiyi Traveling Dragon Sword is more for self-protection, and the Dragon Valley Sword is used for self-protection.
The sword, its only meaning is death.
Xiao He combined his two swords, and the ten men in black felt the pressure from the prey for the first time.
However, the prey has not even taken a step back, will the hunter retreat? The answer is of course no. Ten blood droplets rotated rapidly, with purple murderous intent, fighting with Xiao He's two swords, lightning, flint, and thunder.
Every time Xiao He swung his sword, he would bring out a fierce sword energy. The space around the killer seemed to be distorted and deformed by this sword energy. In just a few short moments, two of the killers had died.
The other eight people had no intention of giving up, because no hunter would be scared away by his prey.
The eight men in black were still indifferent and silent. Their magic power had been increased to the limit. Just like the Dragon Valley Sword in Xiao He's hand, the high-speed spinning droplets of blood must be seen today.
However, no matter how overwhelming they were, they were still unable to break through Xiao He's defense, not only because of the inability to splash the water held by Xiao He's hands, his flying sand and stone sword skills, but also because of Xiao He's body-protecting magic weapon, the Tai Chi mirror.
During the stalemate, the nine living people, including Xiao He, suddenly felt a new pressure coming towards them. Xiao He and the eight killers stopped their movements despite the surging killing intent in their hearts, and tried to move again.
time, but it is no longer possible.
The vast difference in mana is enough to oppress a person and prevent him from moving.
They all knew that someone else was coming.
Sure enough, by the gurgling stream, there was another group of people walking leisurely. Walking in the front were twelve old people with gray hair and childlike faces. Behind these twelve people were the accompanying disciples. When Xiao He was wondering
, suddenly I felt that the pressure on my body had lightened a lot, and I could move freely. But the eight men in black still stood there, motionless.
Looking at the kind-faced old man in front of him, Xiao He couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. No wonder the magic power he just felt was suppressed so much. The twelve people in front of him were afraid that their cultivation levels were indistinguishable from those of the seven Taoist priests of Guiyan Peak. He couldn't help but feel even more
He clenched the sword in his hand and waited for someone to speak.
There was a person standing in the middle, wearing a khaki robe, with kind eyes, and said: "Don't worry, little brother, we don't mean any harm, we are just passing by and helping you."
"I don't seem to need your help." Xiao He said coldly.
"You junior, you don't know how to appreciate me!" said another person in the middle.
"Haha." The old man in khaki robes raised his hand to stop him, laughed loudly, and said: "You are indeed quite advanced, it is really rare. I can see that if the stalemate continues today, these eight people will definitely die in your hands."
Under the sword."
Xiao He still didn't show any emotion and asked in a calm tone: "Since you know, why bother?"
"Do you know that these ten people are all killers from Yinpan Pavilion under Liuguang Blessed Land. They never stop chasing their targets. If these ten people die, they will send new people. If there are ten more people, you kill them again, and they will kill them again.
When new people come, can you withstand the wear and tear of the wheel?" The speaker continued to ask.
In fact, Xiao He had already expected this, so he was unable to refute this rhetorical question, so he still said: "Being hunted is my business, life and death have nothing to do with you."
"Haha!" The man smiled again and said, "But I just want to help you with this. Just leave. There won't be any more pursuers."
When the visitor said this, Xiao He became even more confused and asked, "What about these eight people?"
The person didn't say anything, but just moved his eyes. The four old people on his left and right took out his palms at the same time. Looking at the eight people again, they had no time to dodge, let alone fight back, and their chests were hit by the palm wind. At the same time,
A mouthful of blood gushed out, and he lost his life.
Everything was completed in an instant, and Xiao He understood that the cultivation level of this group of twelve people was definitely not something that he could compete with now. He stood there, as if facing a formidable enemy, but the group of twelve people smiled slightly, and led his disciples
He walked past him and soon disappeared. But in the distance, the old man's voice came from just now: "Little brother, let's go. I said there will be no more pursuers."
Xiao He stood there for a while, then turned around and left, his figure disappearing into the faint night.