A black-clothed swordsman who abandoned his bow to take a sword suffered skin rot and fractures in the rain, turning into a blur of flesh and blood and falling to the ground.
Even though their hearts were as strong as a rock, these black-clothed swordsmen's eyes were completely red and they let out inhuman roars.
However, the woman in white still stood well, with only raindrops and other people's blood falling on her body.
The middle-aged man with a sad face and the "Master" in blue shirt holding an oil-paper umbrella came together, but they still just looked side by side, watching the last black-clothed swordsman fly out with a shrill scream and fall.
On the ground, there is no more sound.
On the muddy official road, there were only four people standing: the woman in white, the middle-aged man with a sad face, the "Master" in blue shirt holding an oil-paper umbrella, and Li Qilong holding a judge's pen.
For a moment, the world fell into silence. Only the patter of rain could be heard softly, and no one took action first.
The woman in white had already lowered her bright giant ax that was still dripping blood. Her eyes first fell on the strange hairstyle of the middle-aged man with a sad face, and she asked calmly and indifferently: "Are you from the south?"
"Junior Qiu Luosha, I studied under Longji Ya, which is from the south that the eldest princess mentioned." The middle-aged man with a sad face nodded slightly and saluted. Although he was slightly older than the woman in white, he knew very well that no matter what
In terms of status and cultivation, the other party can be called a senior, so his eyebrows are very natural, and he feels more at ease than before.
"That is the student from Thousand Demons Cave." The woman in white nodded lightly: "It will take at least two months to travel from Thousand Demons Cave to Rudong Tomb. You have worked hard on the journey."
The middle-aged man with a sad face and the green-shirted "Master" whose face had been hidden under the oil-paper umbrella were slightly startled. They had tried countless times in their minds how to face this man with the most noble blood of the Yunqin Empire flowing in his body.
The woman in white, however, did not expect that when she actually faced her, what she said would be 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: "Junior has been in Qianxia Mountain, so it's not too far to get here."
"We, the Yunqin Empire, have always valued martial arts and even more so courage... After you die, I will have your bones transported back to Qianxia Mountain so that you can return to your hometown." The woman in white looked at the middle-aged man with a sad face and said,
He said calmly.
If her words were said to others, perhaps anyone would think that they were extremely arrogant and arrogant, but when it came out of her mouth, the middle-aged man with a sad face leaned forward slightly and bowed solemnly:
"Thank you, senior, for your kindness."
The woman in white nodded slightly and turned to look at the "Master" in blue under the oil-paper umbrella: "What about you?"
The "Master" in blue was silent and did not answer the question. The woman in white had a slightly cold mouth and said no more: "Which one of you will come first?"
The middle-aged man with a sad face smiled bitterly: "Then let the juniors come first."
The rain continued to fall, and an exciting clear cry suddenly sounded from the sky to the earth. The sleeve of the cotton robe on the right hand of the sad-looking middle-aged man was completely torn to the shoulder. A thin purple sword dragged out a piece of debris in the air due to its extremely fast speed.
The shadow is coming to kill the woman in white!
The woman in white took a light step, and the snow-white giant ax in her hand swept out, and accurately struck the thin purple sword in the middle-aged man's hand, making a deafening crisp sound.
The middle-aged man with a sad face trembled all over. He was blown away by the powerful force and fell into the mud several feet behind. His face was much pale, but in his hand was a purple sword as thin and transparent as ice flakes.
There was no damage at all, only a trace of purple light swimming on the sword.
"Ziyu...is indeed a disciple of Thousand Demons Cave." As if she knew what everyone in front of her was thinking, the woman in white did not attack, but nodded slightly in approval.
The middle-aged man with a sad face smiled bitterly again, and the clear cry sounded again in the rain curtain. His man and sword broke through the mist again, and reached the woman in white. However, the woman in white's movements were still very simple, much more simple than this middle-aged man.
The faster battle ax forced the middle-aged man to retract the sword abruptly, lay it horizontally in front of him, and then flew out miserably upside down again.
"When... when... when..."
The purple sword shadow kept hovering around the woman in white, and the middle-aged man with a sad face flew around the woman in white like a big bird. However, as a result of the sword strikes, his complexion became even worse.
He turned pale, and the right hand holding the sword became even more trembling, and drops of blood began to pour out of his mouth... Then, drops of blood dripped from his nostrils.
There was no trace of impatience on the face of the woman in white, she just waved her battle ax, forcing the middle-aged man to step back in a hurry again and again.
Suddenly, she took another step forward. There was no particularly huge aura coming out of her body, but after taking this step, the middle-aged man could no longer support it. The yellow light on her body was extinguished like a candle.
When the purple sword in his hand blocked the giant axe, it was knocked out of his hand, and the sword body hit him hard.
It was as if he was hit not by the thin blade of the sword, but by a giant hammer. The middle-aged man's chest with a sad face sank instantly, his hands hung down weakly, he flew backwards, and fell heavily into the mud.
The blood from his mouth and nose flowed out like a trickle, making him unable to breathe at all, but his expression turned out to be very calm.
"Senior Brother Ouyang, it's up to you." I don't know what kind of perseverance and will drove this Wang Mang dynasty military expert, who clearly understood the meaning of this matter better than Li Qilong, after suffering a fatal trauma.
, but he did not die immediately, but looked helplessly at the gray-black rain curtain above, mixed with a mouthful of blood and rain, and said this sentence.
The green-shirted "Master" holding an oil-paper umbrella silently bowed deeply and saluted the strong man who was stuck in the mud.
While he was bending down deeply, the rain around him was suddenly restrained by wisps of vibrations in the air, and everything seemed to slow down.
"Ka..." Under a strange and powerful tremor, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand completely turned into crumbs and disintegrated in the rain, revealing a pale and young face.
This green-shirted "Master" who had been hiding under the pergola and then under the oil-paper umbrella, his hair and eyebrows were actually snow-white.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
This white-haired man with a tragic and determined face suddenly made a sound like a war drum from his heart. As the sound was made, the blood vessels under his skin protruded one by one, becoming thick and ferocious.
, and began to turn into a terrifying black color, like black lines appearing on the body.
"Purgatory Mountain!" Li Qilong, who was standing in the muddy official road, looked at the strange change that happened to the green-shirted "Master" with some confusion. His body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and he didn't know why.
The cold is still due to fear.
Suddenly, he was completely lost, and a pair of judge pens in his hands fell into the mud. He cried like a raped woman: "Impossible! How can you be from Purgatory Mountain!"
Just as the middle-aged uncle said in the advice left to Lin Xi, there are too many unknown places and too many strong people in this world. The Yunqin Empire has Qingluan Academy, and the Wang Mang Dynasty in the south also has places like Purgatory Mountain.
exist.
Being strong is not scary. What is scary is that a strong man coming out of a place like Purgatory Mountain will appear next to him.
Now that a strong man with the rank of a national warrior in Purgatory Mountain is here, what else do you have to do?
"Is it possible that I have experienced hundreds of battles and finally climbed to such a high position as the Governor of the Ling, but I have never been exposed to the so-called power skills? ... Is it just a chess piece to be played around by those people?"
When he reached the position of Ling Governor, he thought he had entered the real power class, but it was not until this moment that he vaguely realized how shallow, vulgar and ridiculous he had been before.
The whole body of the middle-aged man with a sad face who was stuck on the muddy ground twitched violently, and some strange convulsing sounds came from his collapsed chest. The "Master" in blue shirt with black blood streaks on his body knew that this middle-aged man with a sad face knew
The man has reached the last moment, and he also knows very well that this middle-aged man with a sad face is holding on like this just to see the final result, and this kind of holding on must be extremely painful, so
He wanted to end this matter quickly, so he took a deep breath with all his strength and let all the soul power in his Dantian flow through his blood.
The rain and mist outside him suddenly turned into white gas, but just as he was about to take a step towards the woman in white, his face suddenly tightened, and he suddenly felt that there was a strange smell in the air around him.
shock.
And this strange vibration actually came from under his feet, from the mud underground.
Suddenly, this strong man from the sacred land of Wang Mang Dynasty thought of some possibility, and suddenly raised his foot, as if he was going to break the entire muddy official road. However, it was already too late, and an extremely weak sword light
It shot out from the mud mixed with blood, bypassed his kick, and then suddenly accelerated, making an astonishing whistle in the air. With a soft "pop" sound, the sword light cut off all the protrusions on the right side of his neck.
The black blood flew into the sky and suspended above his head.
The green-shirted "Master" covered his neck, but black blood still shot out from his fingertips like arrows.
He stared, and it was not until this moment that he saw clearly that the young girl in green who had been sitting at the front of the car had walked out of the carriage full of black arrows at some point, and was looking at the flying sword above his head seriously.
.
That flying sword was a broken sword without a handle. It was slightly silvery and flashed with cold light. In addition to some detailed runes, there was also an obvious ice-like crack.
"How can it be!"
The green-shirted "Master" slowly knelt down in the big pit he had stepped into. The rainwater accumulated in the pit flooded his waist and abdomen. He looked like he was wearing two pigtails, with a childish look on his face but he ignored it at all.
The girl in green with blood and broken corpses on the ground, her eyes full of confusion and incomprehension: "How is it possible... You are only such an age, how can you control the flying sword for more than fifty steps, how can you reach the level of a holy master!"
Perhaps because he knew it was futile, he let go of the hand on his neck, and black blood spurted out from his neck even more unscrupulously. Looking at the black blood flowing out continuously, the girl in green frowned slightly, but she was still serious
Answer: "I'm born with a tender face...and I'm a genius."