The black maple leaves shattered, then turned into green smoke and disappeared into the cold rain.

The sword intent was unstoppable and came to the old man.

The old man's face showed a look of shock, and then all these expressions turned into coldness and cruelty.

Cruelty and cruelty to others and oneself.

He used his body to meet the sword intent.

Poof.

The sword intent shot through the black Dao robe.

Shot through his body without question.

Then it shot into the rain and flew somewhere.

The old man was shot with a hole in his chest.

Standing in front of him, you can see the scenery behind him.

It's not pretty, it's scary.

Anyone who has a hole in his body that allows him to see the scenery should not be alive.

But the old man was still alive, but the powerful sword intent still tore through the viscera section in the cave.

The old man hunched over and coughed violently.

Every cough is blood.

Ji Jiuduan leveled the sword in his hand, the sword was no longer stable, and trembled slightly.

He knew it was the best chance.

It may also be your last chance today.

The old man suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were cold.

In the depths of indifference are the wildfires of resentment.

The Cunmu Temple on the green hill suddenly became solemn.

The old man waved his sleeves to blow the rain, and the sleeves danced lightly, and the wind and rain were blowing.

In this flick, there is his absolute anger.

This anger came from the hole in his chest, from the difference in mood, even from despair, because of the great gap between the beginning of his battle today and his imagination.

In his imagination, he could stop by fighting him and bring it back to Xuanjian Mountain, but things didn't develop as he imagined.

However, who would have thought that from the very beginning of the battle, he has always fallen behind, to be precise, he has been in a humble situation of being passively beaten, and there is no chance to fight back at all.

After riskily resisting and dodging the six sword intents, he was suppressed and miserable, humiliated to the extreme, and angry to the extreme.

This seemingly simple flick of the sleeves, with a long-suppressed anger and suppressed to the extreme, once cast, the power is very amazing, up and down the broken stone steps of the Cunmu Temple, the rain that is about to freeze is suddenly empty, countless drops of water, are all swept into the sleeve wind, and then attack Ji Jiu wildly.

The majestic and even violent heaven and earth essence qi mixed with the rain to move forward, it seemed that it was not a little slower than Ji Jiu's sword intent, and every drop of rain seemed to have turned into a feather arrow or a hard stone.

What made Ji Jiu feel even more inexplicably frightened was that those oncoming droplets of water in the sky, under the light of the rain and clear light, seemed to be painted with a faint black, revealing a strange and dangerous smell, a smell that he was familiar with and disgusted.

Ji Jiu snorted and shot out the eighth sword intent and quickly retreated. At this moment, the black rain in the sky reached in front of him, and he only had time to move the Qiushui Sword horizontally to block in front of him.

The rain in the sky, like a dense stream of arrows, struck on the space with the autumn water sword as the face. There were countless muffled sounds, and the Qiushui Sword trembled violently, as if it could be done at any time, looking like a small boat in the ocean, looking extremely thin and pitiful.

The dark rain was too dense and too dense for the Qiushui Sword to completely block it, and Ji Jiu didn't notice that there were a few drops of rain falling on his body from a corner.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, the joints of his right hand turned slightly white, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

It had nothing to do with the dark rain, it was because he forcibly shot out the eighth sword intent. Because he was in too much of a hurry, and he was faintly afraid of the black rain that the old man was blowing, this sword intent failed to hit the old man's body.

The consumption of sword intent on him was extremely intense, and just these few sword intents would be weak.

At this time, Ji Jiu was still standing in the Cunmu Temple, and he was still standing in front of the old man, which could already be regarded as a miracle.

The old man was a whole level higher than Ji Jiu, and at this time, it seemed that the old man's injuries were more serious, which was a miracle.

The old man looked at Ji Jiu's face that was wet from the rain, but did not change, and said with a slightly different expression: "You are really a monster. ”

Ji Jiu looked at the old man standing next to the maple tree, looked at the hole in his chest, and said, "You are the monster." ”

The old man walked towards the Cunmu Temple, and said expressionlessly: "Each other." ”

Ji Jiu said: "You're polite. ”

The old man said, "You're welcome this time, you should go back with me." ”

Ji Jiu said, "Go back, where are you going?"

The old man looked at Ji Jiu's trembling hands and trembling sword, and asked with a smile, "Naturally, you want to go back to where you should be." ”

Ji Jiu's mood gradually became cold, but the smile on his face was more sincere than that of the other party, and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The old man looked at his chest, which was no longer bleeding, and felt a trace of fatigue, but continued to smile and said, "Of course, I think you will like something, and we should be one. ”

Ji Jiu's smile gradually stiffened, but he shook his head firmly.

The old man's expression became more and more impatient, and he didn't have the calmness he had before, because he felt that the power was slowly flowing from his chest, so he didn't plan to drag it out any longer, and quickly solving Ji Jiu and bringing him back to Xuanjian Mountain was the most important thing it should do now.

Feeling the old man's fighting intent, Ji Jiu looked at his hand holding the sword, and sighed slightly, the battle to cross the border was really too difficult.

It's just this momentary emotion, the old man has already noticed, and the corners of his mouth are slightly curled.

He walked firmly into the Cunmu Temple without making any stop on the steps.

The outcome of this battle seemed to be irreversible, and there was no hope in sight, but at this moment, the slightly stiff smile on Ji Jiu's face suddenly became vivid, like the land that had dried up for a long time, suddenly moistened by a cool mountain spring.

The old man noticed the change in his expression, and his heart sank slightly.

The cold rain kept pouring the Cunmu Temple, just when the old man walked in, it collapsed, as if there was a force out of nothing, instantly melting the entire temple into powder, leaving only a little ash in the sky, and then I don't know where it drifted to, even the rain could not extinguish it.

The old man was stunned for a moment, it was obvious that this sudden power had nothing to do with him, and even exceeded his knowledge and foreknowledge.

Ji Jiu didn't stop, he began to silently destroy his essence.

At this moment, an inch of blue light floated from the ground where the old man had just walked, like a handful of fine wool.

The image is so subtle that it doesn't attract anyone's attention.

But the old man felt it.

His complexion changed drastically, he let out a sharp roar, and his steady forward body suddenly accelerated.

He stepped heavily into the muddy ground, and among the ruins of the Cunmu Temple, intending to rush in front of Ji Jiu.

Ji Jiu's expression showed weakness, Ji Jiu's strength destroyed the Cunmu Temple, let himself relax his vigilance, and walked into the Cunmu Temple, all for the current blow.

For the sake of this sword intent that appeared behind him.

And at this time, the old man has only two choices.

Either turn around and stop the sword intent and leave his back to Ji Jiu, or rush towards Ji Jiu and knock him down directly, then the sword intent will naturally be self-defeating, but the risk is that if he can't defeat Ji Jiu, then he will have to withstand the attack of the sword intent with all his might.

In just the blink of an eye, the situation on the entire battlefield was reversed one after another, and finally it was time for the old man to make a choice.

Obviously, the old man made a choice immediately after sensing that sword intent.

It seemed like a hasty choice, but it was a deliberate one, because only then could he have a chance to win.

The cold rain was thicker, and the collapse of the Cunmu Temple did not have much impact on this heavy rain, but the roar echoed with the thunder under the cold rain, which made people have a feeling of silence.

The two monks, who were temporarily living on the mountain, seemed to feel something, pushed open the simple window, looked at the top of the mountain, but saw nothing, looked at each other, and returned to the house. But my heart became uneasy.

However, under the heavy rain, it is indeed an extremely difficult thing for them to climb the mountain.

Let's wait for the heavy rain to stop and go back and have a look. The two of them tacitly agreed, but they didn't notice that at this time, countless rays of light had flashed one after another in the place of the Cunmu Temple.

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