The huge spider demon didn't rush forward.

It slowly chewed on the skull of the Heavenly Palace cultivator until it was reduced to dregs, and finally swallowed its lower abdomen.

Eight pitch-black pupils stared at Ning Yi.

In front of the collapsed Bodhisattva Temple, smoke and dust dispersed.

Ning Yi felt the gentle pulling power from Pei Fu behind him, a little heavier.

Ning Yi didn't look back, he was still holding the Sanqing Bell.

The young man's face was fearless, and he stubbornly raised his head.

At this moment, even if the most terrifying demon in Xiling stood in front of him, he would never take half a step back.

The breeze is blowing.

In the wilderness of Qingbai City in the middle of the night, dust and smoke are everywhere, swirling young people, in the bushes, on the small barren mountains, in all directions, it seems to light up one pair of eyes after another.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, and he felt that the bell he was holding in his hand was not blown by the wind to make a crisp sound.

Because someone took his hand.

The man stood behind Ning Yi, raised one hand and gently grasped the young man's raised wrist.

He's tall.

The shadow of the huge spider demon, under the light of the miserable white moonlight, overshadowed the top of Ning Yi's entire head.

But the man behind Ning Yi was one head taller than the shadow, or several heads, and at this moment, calmly stared at the so-called Eighth Realm Great Demon who made many forces wander and did not dare to take the lead.

At that moment, Ning Yi looked back in a daze.

He saw the man's cheek.

The sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, and the phoenix eyes are mighty.

However, the years have left a devastated mark on that face, and the originally clear and handsome face, because of the tearing scar on the bridge of the nose that spans a finger's distance, makes Ning Yi feel a little regretful.

Ning Yi didn't know when this man had been standing behind him, to be precise, standing in front of Pei Fu.

At a distance of no more than ten zhang, the huge spider shadow bounced lightly in place, and after stepping on it twice, it rushed out with a swish.

Ning Yi closed his eyes tightly, but he heard a tearing sound, the coolness exploded, the strong wind hit his face, his shoulders shrunk slightly, the hand holding the wind chime was held unable to move, and the hand holding the leaf bone flute was also suppressed, and time seemed to freeze.

After a little.

Ning Yi slowly opened his eyes, in front of him was a rising cold mist, and there was no scarlet demon blood, looking back, his lips were dry, and he saw the torn snow demon body cut by the sword qi, the dissected abdomen, after being cut off, the scattered spider spears slid together, dragging out the snow-white mist, bursting out of the gradually faint sparks.

What made Ning Yi's pupils shrink was the somewhat sickly pale face of the man behind him hidden in the mist, a dim star, faintly appearing, slowly disappearing.

The man put his sword in his sheath.

He raised his head, although his lips were covered with snow, he said loudly: "Shushan, Xu Zang!"

Four words, crisp and neat, landing like thunder.

Ning Yi was shocked.

Pei Fu raised his head in disbelief.

Ten years ago, in the heavy snow in Xiling, Ning Yi asked Pei Fu.

"What is the full name of the person surnamed Xu?"

"A single name is a Tibetan character. Sometimes it's the hiding of the sword, sometimes it's the hiding of the treasure. ”

At this time, when you want to kill, it is the one who hides the sword.

......

......

The bushes in all directions, the dead wood branches, the barren mountains and mountains, those eyes, and the gradually lit fire, when the name Xu Zang landed, really lit up.

Ning Yi only reacted at this time, it turned out that it was not only the Heavenly Palace and Dao Sect that found here.

The Confucian scholars who stood on the barren mountain and lit the lanterns at this moment, the young monks who squatted silently in the bushes, and the black-clothed people who stood on the branches of the dead trees overlooking the Bodhisattva Temple......

Wave after flick, standing silently and solemnly in the dark night, in the dim and flickering firelight, a certain desire in their eyes, hidden, but beating more than the flames.

Ning Yi's shoulder was pinched.

In the cold, the man's voice was slight and could not be heard by outsiders.

"I know you know what the name Xu Zang means...... But alas, I'm not your lifesaver, at least not yet. ”

Ning Yi hurriedly gathered his thoughts.

The Confucian scholar standing on the top of the mountain carrying a lantern looked indifferently at the two young girls below the mountain, their indifferent eyes slowly surging with murderous aura, and their sleeves fluttered.

Xu Zang's voice came again.

"The ...... with the lantern I came out of Zhongzhou in the Great Sui, and three of the four academies were dispatched, Bailu, Songyang, and Yuelu, and these people chased me for forty-seven days. ”

The monk squatting in the bushes was also silent with solemnity, and the white robe he wore carried the dust, weeds, and star chips along the way.

"Squatting there without speaking, gritting his teeth, as if he was constipated for three days and three nights, his face was full of grievances, it was from Dongtuling Mountain, and he chased me for sixty-one days. ”

"Don't mention the ones in the underworld, they've been thinking about killing me since I was famous, and it's been ten years now. ”

Ning Yi was a little confused.

He hesitated: "Where did you provoke such an enemy?"

"I'm Xu Zang. When the man said this, his tone was quite proud: "They chased all the way, of course, to admire my peerless demeanor......"

There was a slight pause.

"Then avenge their ancestors who died under my sword. ”

Ning Yi rolled his eyes and scolded in a low voice: "You are such a cow, you drew your sword and destroyed them all." ”

Xu Zang smiled and said calmly: "Kill them, of course, I just killed that eighth realm demon with only one sword." The most powerful of them is only the Eighth Realm. ”

In the smoke and dust, Ning Yi felt that the strength of the man's shoulder was getting heavier and heavier, and after a few slow breaths, the man behind him leaned on his shoulder with the help of the palm that pressed on his shoulder.

At this juncture, Xu Zang was still smiling.

He smiled and said, "Count how many of them there are, and I'm going to kill them all." ”

Ning Yi began to count one, two, three, four, five, six, seven very seriously......

He had no doubt that Xu Zang would be able to kill them all.

Xu Zang said helplessly: "But I only have one sword left." ”

Ning Yi's eyes widened and he turned his head: "You only have one sword?"

Xu Zang said with a smile: "And a sword has already been used on that spider demon." ”

Ning Yi forcibly suffocated the dirty words back into his stomach.

His face was a little pale, and by this time, the feeling of panic had returned.

Ning Yi could feel that the man who had put half of his body weight on his shoulders was shaking, almost to the point of running out of oil and running out.

"The good news is, they don't know. ”

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Don't worry...... They just suspect that when I appear behind you, they won't dare to make a move. ”

Ning Yi noticed that Xu Zang's whole body was trembling, but he was holding the hand holding the bell, which was extremely stable.

"Coincidentally, I'm holding the Dao Sect's Sanqing Bell right now. Unfortunately, someone from the Taoist Sect has a very good relationship with me. They want to kill me, and if that person comes, they won't be able to kill me. ”

Xu Zang said softly: "Young man in a desperate situation, I have to say that your luck is very good, if it weren't for me today, you would have died a long time ago, whether it is the Heavenly Palace, the Dao Sect, or the cultivators standing there, they are not good people." It's just that the Sui Yangzhu on your body, Sanqingling, and ......"

He frowned, glanced at the leaf bone flute that Ning Yi was holding in his hand, and said, "And that weird flute, it's all good things." ”

"Puff is not guilty, but guilty, these things...... It's already caught the attention of those cultivators, enough for the two of you to die ten times. ”

Xu Zang smiled: "Now that I'm here, it's different." ”

Ning Yi's heart stirred: "Senior, can we survive?"

Xu Zang said seriously: "No, you are very fortunate to be buried in this ...... with me In the wilderness where birds don't, when the nephew of Shushan avenges me, he should set up a monument for you by the way. By the way, what's your name?"

The young man had a complicated expression.

"Ning Yi. ”

"Nice name. The man turned around and asked with a smile, "Girl, what about you?"

The man standing in the smoke and dust froze the moment he turned his head.

He looked at the smoke and dust, and behind him, kneeling sat a girl with a pretty face crying.

The smoke and dust scattered.

The face was covered with bruised blood, and the girl gritted her teeth, her hands on the ground, pressed against the withered skirt, and the two slender calves under the skirt, along with her whole body, were trembling.

The engraved token was clutched in her hand.

The long order of Luojia Mountain.

Pei Fu burst into tears, her voice hoarse and bloodshot.

Xu Zang...... Uncle Xu. ”

Xu Zang's mind went blank.

The descendants of the Pei family are still alive...... Still alive?

He seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, the sky was spinning, his eyes were blurry and clear, and the whole world was only the girl who cried and called him Uncle Xu.

Ning Yi felt his shoulders sink and then lighten.

The man let go of his palm, leaned on his strength, and staggered to his feet.

Then there was a loud sound of drawing a sword.

The self-deprecating smile on Xu Zang's face disappeared, he pulled out his sword, stuck it beside him, his face was solemn, and he half-knelt in front of the girl.

He held one hand on the hilt of the sword, clenched it slowly, and drew the sword like a mountain.

Xu Zang whispered two words: "Close your eyes." ”

Pei was stunned.

Ning Yi didn't have time to react.

Within a radius of one mile, the miserable white clouds are surging, above the Qingbai City, Huanghuang is like a god, there is a sword far away from the stars, slowly peeling off, the speed gradually accelerates, falling through the clouds, and finally falling into the world!

At this moment, the scholar carrying the lantern shouted violently.

"Retreat!"

A monk squatting in the bushes.

An underworld killer attached to the trunk of a tree.

In all directions, dozens of people plundered and retreated.

Within a mile, from the outside to the inside, the world was turned upside down, and sword qi burst out from the ground.

The grass and trees bent their waists, the giant trees collapsed, the broken walls and ruins were twisted apart by the sword qi like silk threads, stone chips shot out, and blood waterfell away.

Above the head of the man who was half-kneeling on the ground, there was a star solid, pale as snow, full of murderous aura.

Xu Zang breathed heavily, slowly inserting the drawn sword weapon back into the sheath with one hand, and keeping the other hand covering Pei Fu's eyes.

Ning Yi's face turned pale, staring blankly at the tragic scene in front of him.

The sword qi was still swimming, but in the void that was three people away from him, the half-collapsed Bodhisattva Temple was chiseled through by the sword qi, countless debris surrounded the three of them, and Peishi's starlight filled all around.

It's like standing in an underwater world full of sword energy, the world is turned upside down, and the rules on land no longer exist.

More than the broken wood chips were flesh and blood scraped off by the sword qi.

Broken arm.

Bone.

Hair.

He turned his head and saw Xu Zang's side face with his head up, his eyes closed, and he was breathing heavily.

Ten years ago, the top three of the Great Sui.

Breaking through the Ten Realms, condensing the life star, he is known as the most sinister sword immortal disciple in Shushan in the past hundred years.

The star was as white as falling snow.

Too white to kill the star.

Xu Zang was above his head, and he tried his best to condense the stars for a breath.

With a click, it shattered.