This middle-aged man with a black burqa, a tiger's back and a bee's waist, and an inverted triangular golden ratio figure, his long black and thick hair on his head was coiled up, pinned with a hosta, and his face lines looked hard and cold like carvings.

In those eyes that implied the vicissitudes of life, the wind and clouds were unpredictable, and he couldn't see the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in his heart.

"Nanhua Blood Sword, Cold Water!"

Nan Huaiyuan saw the middle-aged man walking from the air, his eyes showed a deep sense of jealousy and fear, and he said in a deep voice.

At this time, I saw the middle-aged man who was screaming cold water came to Nanhuai and stopped, looked at each other expressionlessly, the disgust in his eyes flashed, and then said coldly: "Give you ten breaths of time to disappear in front of Han, otherwise you don't have to go." ”

"You!" Nan Huaiyuan's body stiffened, and the depression in his heart couldn't help but make his pale face flash red.

didn't wait for Nan Huaiyuan to speak again, only to feel a flower in front of him, and Han Ruoshui reached out and slapped his chest with a palm.

"Bang!"

Nan Huaiyuan didn't have time to react, and the seemingly fluttering palm of the cold water was imprinted on his chest.

With a pop, Nan Huaiyuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at this moment, Han Yushui's body flashed, and he stood back in the air before.

Nan Huaiyuan, who had already been seriously injured, could no longer support it after being slapped by Han Ruoshui's palm, and could not continue to float and fly in the air, and fell straight to the ground.

Just when he was still five or six meters high from the ground, Nan Huaiyuan finally took a strong breath, barely stabilized his body, and fell to the ground with difficulty, and then looked up at a black robe in the sky, cold water as cold as frost.

"And six breaths. ”

The voice was like thunder, and Han Ruoshui, who was high up, put his hands behind his back and said slowly.

Stopped, Han Ruoshui looked down at Nan Huaiyuan on the ground, and said lightly with disdain: "Han has been in retreat for more than ten years, this time he should be ordered by the head of the family to go out of the mountain and enter the WTO, and he is not willing to kill for the time being, it is your luck, hurry up!"

For the temperament of Han Ruoshui, Nan Huaiyuan has been walking and jumping in the martial arts world all his life, of course he guessed that the other party was disdainful of falling into the lower stone, otherwise, how could this killing be so easy to speak, he would have stabbed himself with a sword, instead of leaving spare strength and a fluttering palm.

Thinking about it, Nan Huaiyuan, who was very lucky, dared to say another word, let alone look at Han Ruoshui, only to see him move his dilapidated body, and take difficult steps, but he still fled extremely quickly in the direction of Sijiu City.

There is no way, if he doesn't escape within six breaths, Nan Huaiyuan is sure that Han Ruoshui, a well-known ruthless killer, will really leave himself here, and he will never be able to return to the martial arts realm.

At this time, Wang Le, who was hidden nearby, first looked up at the cold water that was still standing high in the sky, like a statue, and muttered to himself in his heart: "Nanhua Blood Sword, does this person have anything to do with Nanhua Temple?"

When the cold water arrived just now, Nan Huaiyuan's words also made Wang Le, who opened the eyes of delusion, see it clearly, and knew the Nanhua Blood Sword through the shape of the other party's mouth.

But this is not the time to consider the origin of the cold water, I saw the invisible Wang Le put away his gaze to look at the high altitude cold water, and then looked at Nan Huaiyuan, who was gradually moving away and was about to disappear from vision, and couldn't help but show a strong murderous intent on his face!

"Take advantage of his illness and kill him!" Wang Le's eyes flickered with coldness, a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he said secretly in his heart.

The so-called opportunity must not be lost, and the time will never come. In this case, of course Wang Le will not let go of this rare opportunity, after all, the mortal enmity between him and Nan Huaiyuan cannot be resolved at all, and it will be ended sooner or later.

Wang Le, who is accustomed to controlling everything in his hands and keeping himself in the initiative at all times, if he releases Nan Huaiyuan's time bomb, it will not be him Wang Le.

Thinking about it, the invisible Wang Le took a deep look at the cold water of the Nanhua Blood Sword in the sky, and then chased in the direction where Nan Huaiyuan fled.

Under the lock of the delusional eye, Nan Huaiyuan has never escaped from Wang Le's lock, even if the other party escapes quickly, it will be useless, not to mention that he is still seriously injured.

When the invisible Wang Le went to chase and kill Nan Huaiyuan, he saw that he was standing high in the air and did not move, and the cold water with his hands on his back also disappeared in a flash, and then appeared in the sky in the distance in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared in a flash, moving in the direction of Sijiu City like lightning, and his body was extremely strange, which was not inferior to the previous flood by half a point.

In this way, the song ended with people scattered, leaving a mess.

The fighter jets were still roaring, patrolling back and forth, and the crashed fighter plane crashed into a nearby lake, which was a blessing in misfortune, and the pilot who parachuted was floating in the air and falling to the ground in horror.

Unconsciously, in the late autumn evening, the remnant sun was already shining in the west, and the dark clouds in the sky also dispersed after the cold water left, as if nothing had happened......

The Dao robe was torn, covered in blood, Nan Huaiyuan was like a lost dog, most of his internal bones were broken and shattered, and he was seriously injured one after another, he felt unprecedented weakness at this moment, even if he had a strong mid-stage martial arts cultivation, he couldn't change everything that was cruel.

The traffic is busy, the lights are brilliant, these four or nine cities are so prosperous and noisy, but this has nothing to do with Nan Huaiyuan who is running in the dark, all he can feel is cold, from the soul to the body.

"These remnants of exile will definitely be repaid in the coming days, so that your life is worse than death!"

Discerning the direction, Nan Huaiyuan, who walked through the city to the outskirts of Sijiu City on the other side, that is, where the Tianxiang Pavilion was located, swore secretly with hatred.

"Nanhua Blood Sword is cold and watery!Hmph, Poor Dao must kill you with a thousand ...... Forget it, this guy is even willing to kill his wife, so let's admit it!"

As soon as he thought of Han Ruoshui's past deeds of killing talents, Nan Huaiyuan suddenly couldn't lift his thoughts of revenge.

"It's not good to change who comes to Sijiu City, why did you get this ruthless pervert, the fortune of the poor road is really a valley, and you can stuff your teeth when you drink cold water!"

The sad Nan Huaiyuan could only blame himself for being unlucky, and sighed secretly.

Before, he was arrogant and disdainful of being a cold water that fell into the stone and asked for his life, although it was a mercy to his subordinates, because for Nan Huaiyuan, who was seriously injured, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Otherwise, Nan Huaiyuan would still be able to grit his teeth and fly from the air to Tianxiang Pavilion to retreat and heal, so there would be no need to run on the ground bitterly.

For Nan Huaiyuan, the place where he can hide and heal now is the Tianxiang Pavilion that he is relatively familiar with.

But what Nan Huaiyuan never expected was that Han Ruoshui disdained to do it, and someone rushed to do it, and he has been quietly following behind him......