Dead leaves fly, wet mud splashes. A stream of sword light lightly slammed into the bodies of the eight giants. There was the sound of a sword breaking through the armor, and the sound of blood falling to the ground.

One after another, a muffled snort sounded, some of the giants, some of the guards. The heavy sword was slashing out again and again, and the boulders were falling piece by piece. Every movement is like a thousand rehearsals. Agile and unified.

From time to time, a muffled grunt rang out in the sword array, and one by one, the guards fell under the smashing of the boulder, turning into a bloody powder.

A thin mist of blood slowly drifted down in the air, and the leader of the guards had a cold and calm expression, his hands clenched the hilt of his sword, staring at the giant man in front of him who was bleeding and crumbling. Suddenly, his left foot stepped forward, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and the sword blade slashed down obliquely downward like lightning, and at the same time shouted: "Sword Together!"

With this sword array command, the only four guards in front of him and behind him who didn't need to raise their shields danced their heavy swords into snowflakes, followed by the huge snow-white sword light of the guard leader, and slashed down with the power of panic.

It was such a snow-white sword light, giving people the feeling that it was nothing more than a piece of paper fluttering in the wind, and after a snort, it was pasted against the earthy yellow soft armor of the giant man, and it grazed his jaw, leaving a faint trace of blood.

The next moment, the faint blood stains expanded rapidly, and the blood spurted out violently, the giant man's right hand was still constantly paddling, his left hand was covering his neck, blood was spilling from his fingers, and he stared at the leader of the escort with angry eyes, and slowly fell forward.

As the giant man fell to the ground, the earth trembled, and the boulder fell from the sky, this was the first time since the battle that the Loulan Royal Guard killed the giant man, but no one cheered, to be precise, there was no time to cheer, because there were still boulders in the sky, and they quickly fell on the heads of the guards.

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The night invaded, compared with the North Mangshan Road, the depths of the dense forest of Mangshan were quiet, and a white sound shadow appeared silently at the hilt of the scarlet wooden sword.

The white-robed old man who was sitting on the carriage one moment ago appeared here the next moment. The white-robed old man held a wooden sword in his hand and looked at the tree that was not far away with a complicated expression.

A middle-aged man dressed in a coarse cloth shirt walked slowly out from behind a tree, with a sickle pinned to his waist for harvesting wheat and rice during the busy farming. The trouser legs were tucked up, as if they had just returned from farming in the fields. The middle-aged man's face is ordinary, like the most simple face of the hundreds of millions of people in the Great Zhou Empire who live on the land.

The middle-aged man took out a dark yellow towel that had been dyed with mud from his waist and wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at the scarlet wooden sword in the old man's hand, and sighed in a low voice: "The luck is good! The Horcrux cultivated by the Red Willow Heart for ten thousand years, I didn't expect such a heavy treasure to fall into the hands of Hua Qingyun, the great worshipper of the dignified Loulan Kingdom, if this news spreads, I don't know how many people will go crazy." ”

After a moment of silence, he said angrily: "What I didn't expect is that you are so old that you can still cross the Divine Bridge and enter the Purple Mansion." What a rarity!"

The old man's name was Hua Qingyun, and he replied in a harmonious voice: "For the Snow Clan, I have been worshipping the Loulan Kingdom for many years, and I have seen the wind and grass, the sunset over the long river, and the lonely smoke of the desert. ”

Hearing this unexpected explanation, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned for a moment, and was silent for a long time, then he looked at the fight on the North Road of Mangshan, picked a relatively dry dry leaf and sat down, and said in an extremely serious tone: "Do you think they will let him return to Luoyang alive?"

"No, it won't. The old man Hua Qingyun looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground casually: "However, if others don't let us do some things, then we won't do it." Aren't we too ...... to say that? Stupid?"

The middle-aged man nodded, as if he deeply agreed, he took the sickle from his waist, took out an apple from his coat pocket, and said as he peeled it: "You also know that last year's snow was very heavy, and this year's winter wheat will definitely be a bumper harvest." I haven't killed anyone with this scythe in years, and I don't want to think about it staining your blood while I'm cutting the wheat. ”

The old man Hua Qingyun was stunned, shook his head and said abruptly: "The number one assassin in the Purple Mansion Realm, Zhuzhu, would actually let his assassination target go because he didn't want the scythe of wheat to be stained with blood, if this news spreads, I don't know how many people will be shocked." ”

Listening to Hua Qingyun's joke, the middle-aged man focused on peeling apples, and a long apple peel suddenly fell to the ground, and Zhuan Zhu smiled in surprise and said: "I don't care if I'm shocked or not, as long as you don't move today, I won't move." If you move......"

Zhuan Zhu shook his head, took a bite of the apple, and said confidently: "You can't move." ”

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Dongluo is nervous, but more emotions are excitement and helplessness.

I have lived in Weicheng for more than ten years, and I have studied and practiced the Feeling of Breath for many years, but I have not yet entered the realm of Feeling Breath. Through those rumors in the market and the biographies of the rangers, he imagined these strong men for many years, but today's battle in Mangshan North Road was the first time in his life that he witnessed the real battle of strong men.

The strong generals of the Great Zhou Empire's military heard that they also had their own domineering methods, but the border had been peaceful for many years, and the shopkeeper of a small tavern in a border city had no chance to see this kind of battle on the battlefield.

After seeing Sha Zhiwei appear, the young man in the carriage knew the identity of the person who was going to kill him, so he no longer paid attention to the battle outside the carriage, but lit a small lamp, took out a book and read it quietly. It seems that he no longer cares about the final outcome of the war.

There was only one of the eight giants left outside the carriage, and there were only three people left in the escort team. The boulders in the sky stopped falling. The leader of the guard, covered in blood, fell to one knee with his sword, gasping for air.

"Ever since I entered the Sand Guard in the Peiyuan Realm, I have always thought that Loulan's ordinary army can no longer compete with me, and today you and your subordinates have taught me a lesson. The giant man staggered to his feet, and the seriously injured guards among the fallen leaves bowed their hands and exclaimed, "Having people like you is the pride of our Snow Clan." But...... And that's where the pride ends. ”

The leader of the guards bowed slightly, stood up tremblingly with his heavy sword, and said, "Is this the end of it?" Convoy!"

"Yes. ”

"Kill ......!"

The giant man opened his arms and faced the approaching sword light, and at the moment he was wrapped in the sword light, he smiled lightly and said, "We will meet again soon." ”

The heavy sword came out of his hand, and the layers shattered. The exhausted leader of the guards and the three guards fell straight down. Watch the stars twinkle in the night sky of Mangshan. The leader of the escort team, who was lying on the ground on all fours, said with tears in his eyes: "I have finally completed this seemingly impossible task. I'm so fucking tired, but it's a pity for these dead brothers?"

The starry sky gradually darkened, the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind gradually fell, and the songworms of the spring night were frightened by the overwhelming bloody gas. Heaven and earth are vast and quiet. The head of the guard's eyelids closed weakly after a few attempts to open them.

It seems as if a long time has passed, and it seems as if it has only passed for a moment. The leader of the guards woke up with a feeling as gentle as water and as soft as a dream, and his expression, which had not changed from the beginning of the battle to the fall, suddenly changed drastically, and exclaimed, "This is ......"

"It's quicksand. Xue Yuxin suddenly got up from the ground and said, "No, I'm going to save my brother." ”

Dong Luoteng stood up suddenly, grabbed her pigtail and said, "Ergouzi, you are crazy." Believe it or not, with your small body, someone will chop you up with a knife. ”

Dongluo pinned her to the ground and said, "What is the quicksand and mire?"

Xue Yu said with a ruthless and anxious face: "Bastard, let me go quickly, it's too late to go." The quicksand quagmire is my Snow Clan's second-level spirit array. Entering this spiritual array is like entering quicksand, like entering a mire. The more you struggle, the deeper you fall. For yourself, the leader of the guard is about to be buried in quicksand. ”

"Second-level spirit array. Dongluo gasped, it was a formation that only a second-level array spirit master could arrange, if the person who could enter the realm of cultivation was one in a million, then the person who could step into the spiritual array to practice was one in a million. He never figured out what kind of big man had such a big stroke.

First use the Great Perimeter Army to probe, and then use the lives of the eight sand guards as the base cloth meteorite to descend from the sky, and then use the Purple Mansion to lure away the Purple Mansion. After that, it ended with a second-level spirit array quicksand mire to complete this perfect kill.

Dongluo's face was ugly and said, "How to crack the quicksand mire?"

He was a small tavern keeper and had no idea how these powerful cultivators fought, and even today was the first time he had seen such a battle. And even less understanding of the rarer array spirit masters among the cultivators. I haven't even seen it, let alone broken the second-level spirit array.

"How can it be broken? No one in the world is not living in the mire of quicksand and cannot get out. The Great Array of Quicksand and Mire has turned the area around the carriage into a quicksand quagmire that is constantly moving and not eating away at everything. People in the quicksand and mire can't even move. Moving, it will only accelerate the speed of its own sinking. Bastard, let me go, I'm going to save my brother. Xue Yu shouted with tears on her face.

"Ergouzi, you said that if you let the quicksand and mire of movement stop, will this big array be self-defeating?" Dongluo asked tentatively as he looked at the precious carriage that had begun to sink with solemn eyes.

Xue Yuxin struggled for a long time and couldn't break free from Dongluo's palm, and said with his hands and feet shaking: "Theoretically, it is possible, but it is impossible to break the second-level spirit array without a Shenqiao monk or above." Bastard, let me go. Or I'll kill you. ”

Dongluo knows that the cultivation is divided into the five realms of Sense, Kailing, Peiyuan, Shenqiao, and Zifu. In addition to the senses, each realm is divided into ten levels. Now, he hasn't even sensed the breath of heaven and earth, and he doesn't know how far he is from breaking the second-level spirit array of the Divine Bridge.

"Shenqiao?" "Dongluo muttered, "Big Black, protect your heels." I'll go back as soon as I go. ”