"Well, then, you'd better give me an answer that satisfies me. ”

The cold sword blade was still lying across the neck of the woman in red, Jiang Mingyuan's expression was faint, his body leaned forward slightly, leaned over, and whispered in her ear: "Don't play any tricks, my sword, but it's very fast." ”

The woman in red lowered her eyes slightly and looked at her neck, and said: "The shadowless is a phantom made of a black mist, which seems to be huge and incomparably helpless, but its primordial spirit is all condensed in the eyes, as long as its eyes are removed." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Mingyuan's eyes flashed, and the sword in his hand was slightly forced, causing the blade to gently cut through the skin on the neck of the woman in red, oozing a shallow trace of blood, and said, "What about the sword?"

"Diancang Sword is a sword cultivator, in fact, it is also a phantom, his true body cannot move or attack, so he can only rely on the phantom transformed by the Yuan Shen, and only need to destroy his true body. The woman in red had a pain in her neck, and for a moment she was afraid to say what she knew without reservation.

"Then where is his real body?" Jiang Mingyuan immediately grasped the key point and asked directly.

"I don't know about that. The woman in red made a bitter face and said, "I guess he won't tell us about where he really is, right?"

Jiang Mingyuan snorted coldly, and said in a mocking tone: "You even know his real body and phantom, do you still know where it is?"

"Even if you kill me right away, I don't know!" The woman in red wanted to cry without tears.

"Why do you know so well about their weaknesses?" Although Jiang Mingyuan believed her words, he was still a little puzzled in his heart.

The woman in red snorted coldly and said, "We have lived in this phantom array for hundreds of years, and we have known each other for a long time. ”

The corners of Jiang Mingyuan's lips hooked slightly, his tone softened, and he said, "Let's just believe you." ”

The woman in red was overjoyed when she heard this, her red eyes turned, and there was a strange light, and she said, "You have told you everything, can you let me go?"

"But," Jiang Mingyuan paused, and then said, "You haven't given me the key yet." ”

"Naturally, I'll give it to you when you let it go. The woman in red looked different, but she refused to hand over the key lightly.

Jiang Mingyuan seemed to have known that she would say this, so he first smiled and nodded, and then remembered that she couldn't see it with her back to herself, so she said, "Since you don't want to give me the key first, then I have to take it myself!"

As soon as the words fell, the long sword in his hand turned, pulling out a bright thread between the white neck of the woman in red.

The woman in red never thought that this person would do it when he said it, and there was no room for negotiation at all, so the look on her face was full of disbelief.

The Flowing Immortal Sword left with one blow, without any nostalgia. Bright red blood immediately burst out from the neck of the woman in red, which was printed on the clothes of the same color, dyeing it dark brown.

In the next moment, the body of the woman in red suddenly dispersed into red points of light, scattered on the flat roof like quicksand, and the breeze blew, and the points of light were blown into the air in the blink of an eye, revealing a dark red key.

When Jiang Mingyuan was possessing and picking up the key, an exclamation came from his ears, and his expression changed immediately, so he hurriedly stuffed the key into his arms, and immediately turned around and swept towards the roof where Yang Qingyun was.

Yang Qingyun, who was supposed to stay on the roof, was slowly condensed into a human form by a cloud of black mist, each holding a broad axe in each hand.

The expression on Yang Qingyun's face became extremely pale, he never thought that this black mist at this stall would actually come over, his brain was stunned for a while, he stood up suddenly, and without thinking about it, he closed his eyes and jumped out in the direction of Jiang Mingyuan.

Although the roof of this house is only three floors, and it may not be able to die if it falls, but it is certain that it is missing an arm and a broken leg, although Yang Qingyun jumped out in the direction of Jiang Mingyuan, he was not sure if the person could catch him accurately, and he only felt that it was better to jump down and fall into a disability than to be cut in half by this black mist.

A strong arm around his waist led him straight into a warm embrace.

Yang Qingyun opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Jiang Mingyuan's still frightened face, he only lowered his head to confirm whether Yang Qingyun was injured, and lightly touched the roof on the other side with his toes.

The black mist only turned the body towards the two of them, and the faces condensed by the mist could not be seen, only the two dark blue lights at the eye were dimmed. Immediately, the broad axe in his hand was slowly raised, and his whole body was lifted up, and he jumped towards the position where the two of them were.

The black mist turned into a cloud of mist the moment it jumped out of the roof, and it floated towards the roof where Yang Qingyun and Jiang Mingyuan were as if it were following the wind.

Jiang Mingyuan's expression was awe-inspiring, he took Yang Qingyun back a few steps, swept up and jumped to the roof on the other side, first put Yang Qingyun safely on the roof, and then turned back to the roof just now, with the Flowing Immortal Sword in front of him.

The black mist slowly condensed into a human shape more than two meters high on the roof, and the mist in his hand turned into two broad axes, and he slashed towards Jiang Mingyuan without hesitation.

Even if he knew the weakness of this mist, Jiang Mingyuan was not in love with fighting, and even if he was injured in other parts of this black mist, he would return to his original state in the blink of an eye.

The Flowing Immortal Sword in his hand drew a smooth arc, Jiang Mingyuan increased his speed to the extreme, and the whole person almost turned into a phantom, which made people feel dazzled.

The black mist was not flexible in its actions, it was Jiang Mingyuan who didn't know its weaknesses before, so he couldn't help it, but he was not lightly injured by it, but now that he knew it, he no longer hesitated, and only concentrated on attacking its head.

Yang Qingyun stood on the roof of another place, his eyes worried.

The black mist waved the broad axes in the air, and it could be seen that there was already some chaos in the movements, and the defeat was gradually revealed.

A bit of the tip of the sword came out of the dark blue eyes of the black mist, Jiang Mingyuan turned his wrist, and the flowing immortal sword in his hand turned around in the dark blue light, and a frost-white sword light burst out on the blade, shattering the dark blue in the blink of an eye.

A hole suddenly burst into the black mist's face, and it opened wide like a mouth, like a person howling in pain, but it didn't make a sound.

The dark blue slowly dimmed, and finally extinguished and left a void of nothingness, and only a little blue light was left on the face of the black mist as eyes, and the whole human form seemed much lighter, no longer as thick as the substance black at the beginning.

Seeing that this eye was indeed its weakness, Jiang Mingyuan's expression was invigorated, and the sword move in his hand did not hesitate to send towards the remaining eye of the black mist.

The black mist was injured, and his movements became more and more sluggish, Jiang Mingyuan did not dare to slack off at all, and only attacked with all his strength, and finally broke the other eye of the black mist.

The faint blue light dimmed, and the black mist dispersed in the air, disappearing into the air.

With a "clanging sound", a black key fell to the ground, Jiang Mingyuan bent down and picked it up, the Flowing Immortal Sword was inserted back into the scabbard, got up and jumped towards the roof where Yang Qingyun was.

"Got two keys. Jiang Mingyuan held the two keys in his palm and handed them to Yang Qingyun.

Yang Qingyun glanced down, nodded, turned his gaze around Jiang Mingyuan again, frowned slightly, and asked, "You're not injured, are you?"

"No, fine. Jiang Mingyuan raised the corners of his lips and looked at him with a smile.

"What about yesterday's injuries?"

"Out of the way. ”

Although he heard Jiang Mingyuan say that the injury was fine, Yang Qingyun was still not at ease, and only rejected his idea of going to find some Cangjian immediately, and the two found a place to rest a little.

Yang Qingyun didn't dare to close his eyes all night last night, but now he was a little sleepy, so he asked Jiang Mingyuan to rest and take care of himself for a while, but after all, he didn't last long, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Sleeping chaotically for a while, not stable, a biting chill made Yang Qingyun wake up suddenly, and his vision was instantly clear.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Mingyuan also woke up, stood up neatly, and pulled out the Flowing Immortal Sword.

In front of the two stood a white figure, standing quietly with his back to them.

The man had black hair tied to the top of his head with a white hosta, dressed in white like snow, his hands behind his back, his fingers were slender, white as jade, and a black sheath long sword was behind his back.

"But the sword?" Jiang Mingyuan's eyes flickered, and he confirmed the identity of the person in front of him almost without hesitation.

The man in white slowly turned around, and the two finally saw his face.

"Poof!" Yang Qingyun didn't hold back for a while, and burst out laughing.

Although Jiang Mingyuan didn't smile, his whole person's expression became extremely weird. I seemed to want to laugh, but I felt that this situation didn't seem appropriate, so I held back.

Just because the man in white turned around, because of his fairy-like back, the two of them preconceived that this person must have a very dusty face. Unexpectedly, this person was born with a pair of thick black straight eyebrows, squinted eyes that showed a little light, a slightly collapsed nose bridge, some thick lips, and the shallow scar on the right cheek, showing a trace of hideousness.

However, this person also made a gentle and graceful appearance, and tried to be kind with a look on his face, and said: "Don't panic, you are righteous men and gentlemen, and you will never sneak attack you." ”

is different from his appearance, his voice is exceptionally good, and if this person only has a back and a voice, he can also bluff some infatuated women.

Because the demeanor and movements of the man in white were not hostile, Yang Qingyun also relaxed his vigilance, only straightened his expression, shrank behind Jiang Mingyuan, looked at the man in white with a little curiosity, and said, "You are the sword of the cang?"