The sound of horses' hooves on the official road came like thunder.

The blood-red figure of the four cloaks, because the speed of the horse under the crotch is too fast, looks like four black and red arrows shot close to the ground in front and behind.

The four cultivators who had stepped into the Primordial Realm, even if they had only just stepped into the Primordial Realm, were more than a star and a half stronger than those reckless men who had never cultivated.

When the starlight can be swallowed between breaths, the limbs and lungs will have a qualitative change...... This is the first step from man to God, even if it does not produce divinity, but it is no longer the same as mortal.

Ning Yi ate a five-hundred-year-old Sui Yang Pearl, a thousand purple pills of Xuandan, and was able to devour the starlight on the back of the cardinal, like a dragon drawing water, although he failed to break through the realm, but the change in his physique ...... It was already manifested when the bud grain pile slashed and killed the horse thief.

Whether it's speed, strength, or tenacity, it's no longer on the same level as mortals.

Among the four horses, the first to take the lead was the third master, a scarlet horse, huge, strong and sturdy, his steps trembling on the ground like rolling thunder, rumbling on the ground like a big drum beating extremely fast.

The thin man leaning over the horse's back, his hair scattered, swept backwards over his face, and behind his back was a notched broken knife, the handle of which was tied to a chain and steel cable, and the end was clutched by him.

This is a long-abandoned official road, no one for many years, overgrown with weeds, the road is quite flat, straight and straight, but there is a bend at the end.

Before turning the corner at the crossing, the three masters had already noticed a trace of uneasiness.

Walking around the horse, two barren mountains in front of him, the cold wind poured into the face, a young man stood in the majestic rain, his eyes were closed with a cold face, no umbrella, the tip of the umbrella was gently pestled on the ground, just so alone, standing in the middle of the abandoned official road.

The three masters narrowed their eyes.

It was hard for him to understand where this unsettling factor came from.

The boy who was standing in the middle of the night in the heavy rain, obviously waiting for him, had no one beside him, and no one behind him.

He was alone and had no practice.

Nothing but an umbrella.

The subtle sound of the chain turning sounded, and the man lying on the horseback clenched the black iron chain in his hand, and the handle of the knife tied to the other end together with the blade of the knife began to tremble continuously, and in the sound of the horse's hooves in the heavy rain, the three comrades behind him were expressionless and clutched the knife at the same time, lowered their heads and seemed to be thoughtful, but in fact they were ready for the next touch-and-go fight.

Walking the rivers and lakes, before taking out the sword and sword, do not collide with your eyes, the killing intent is hidden in the sheath, but also in the eyes, the longer you hide, the more blood you can bring out when you are pulled out of the sheath.

In the midst of a long period of forbearance and confrontation, the last moment when the sheath is pulled out is often the most unexpected attack.

Twenty zhang distance.

The horse thief, who was originally going to hide the killing machine and pass by, if nothing happened, then the horse thief who buried the young man's body in the heavy rain sensed a chaotic wisp of qi in the heavens and the earth.

The young man, who had only bowed his head slightly, closed his eyes and frowned, suddenly opened his eyes.

In the heavy rain, the umbrella sword was picked up by Ning Yi, and the young man stepped forward, and then began to run wildly, the sound of rapid breathing was mixed with the sound of footsteps breaking raindrops.

Carrying an umbrella is like carrying a sword, and dragging an umbrella is like a dragging knife.

Everyone ignored the slight sound of the umbrella sword's hilt twisting.

Ning Yi's left wrist slid down, his palm dragged the hilt of the sword, with a click, the umbrella bone turned sideways, and the cold sword blade reflected a touch of rain, and after the last step, a figure jumped high.

Holding an umbrella in both hands, a sword is like a stick.

Smash the sword!

......

......

When the weak young man began to run, his body was against the wind, his stubborn cheeks were full of rain, and he held an umbrella in both hands, dragging the umbrella, rolling and superimposing, so that the three masters for a moment mistakenly thought that this was a closed disciple of a knife practitioner.

Holding an umbrella and dragging a knife to kill.

When he heard the sound of the sword blade in the heaven and earth, he was even more cautious, thinking that this was actually a disciple of a sword master, using an umbrella as a sword, and the money gang had offended such a ghostly swordsmith at some point.

When the distance between the two sides was not more than a kilometer, he pulled out the iron cable, and a puddle of rain was smashed by rust, and the sword was unsheathed, but found that the young man did not stop his steps and handed out the sword, but jumped high, grabbed the umbrella upside down with both hands, and pierced the rain curtain with the tip of the umbrella, and fell down—

The umbrella that looked delicate and small, and only used by women, was so arrogant and unreasonable to chop and shatter the rope in the sky, and the boy who fell from the sky fell to the ground, and four fast horses rushed past him, among which the most scarlet and eye-catching big red horse broke apart with a bang in the process of running, and the man on the horse slid and fell out in the heavy rain, falling into a piece of flesh and blood.

The young man who fell to the ground knelt on one knee, stood up, looked at a large piece of blood-red earth that slid out behind him, and took a deep breath.

Ning Yi's face was a little pale, his eyes were resolute, his hands were holding the umbrella sword, his ten fingers were still extremely stable, but his body began to tremble uncontrollably slightly.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of rain is too loud, and the sound of swords is too small.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped for a moment.

The three red-eyed horse thieves and bandits, seeing their three masters violently killed, forgot that they had already passed by the young man, and only needed to hurry up and whip up the horse to rush back to the walled city, and immediately turned around the horse's body, pulled out the thick knife, the starlight rose, the rain splashed, and began to charge again.

In the rivers and lakes, love and righteousness are at the forefront.

Ning Yi inhaled deeply, his chest bulged, he dragged the umbrella sword and rushed away again, this time in order to confirm his "conjecture", he did not jump high again to use Xu Zang's smashing sword.

The three black horses, the moment they passed by the young man, the sword aura was surrounded by starlight, and swept over the young man's hair and eyebrows, Ning Yi did not choose to be hard at all, and did not even go around the side, with a very reckless posture against the black horse in front of him, he raised his umbrella sword, grabbed the umbrella handle with one hand, and stood up with one finger, against the back of the sword.

The three long knives smashed on Ning Yi's umbrella sword almost in no order, the umbrella sword did not tremble in the slightest, the long knife was as fragile as paper, and it was halved without any suspense.

The black shadow pressed over, and then hit the big black horse that hit the blade, bringing Ning Yi a dull feeling of "boom", the young man held his breath, and the wind on his face smashed in front of him with the big black horse, he bent his knees slightly, swept over, bent down on his back, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and aimed the tip of the umbrella sword at the horse's belly.

The "umbrella sword" that Xu Zang didn't know how much money he spent to buy, just disemboweling his belly so smoothly, Ning Yi opened his eyes wide, sheltered under the belly of the black horse, and looked at the heavy and viscous blood in shock, spilling his whole body, the horse that rose as fast as thunder...... Feeling no pain, he ran himself in half, slid out, his speed plummeted, and then his eyes widened, and the left and right sides separated, and finally fell to the ground with a thud, and the corpse splashed with heavy crimson rain.

The rain was heavy, and the puddles were smashed into bursts of bright red, curling mist, snorting in the heat.

Thunder roared above the dome.

The ground was dead silent.

The pale-faced young man, after bending down, turned around and stood up with an astringent throat, and then picked up the umbrella sword with a complicated mood, opened the umbrella with a click, and then closed the umbrella, held the umbrella handle to collect the sword, and immediately opened the sword, and after repeating it two or three times, he still couldn't see the clues of this umbrella sword.

Ning Yi, who was silently staring at the umbrella bone, hesitated for several breaths, and finally gave up the idea of using his fingers to test the sharpness of this umbrella sword.

On the other side, the starlight was still rising, the starlight of the first realm was faint and faint in the heavy rain, and the two bandits on horseback, holding two severed knives in their hands, did not look back at their second dead companion.

The umbrella sword didn't kill him directly, but it was not only the big black horse that directly hit the blade, but also the lower body of the person who was charging at the head straddled the horse's back, and the black horse galloped and split into two halves, along with the person on horseback, and was torn and pulled in half by the sword.

The two Primordial Realm cultivators sat on their horses with pale faces, and they were bumped and unsteady. The two horses under the crotch were irritable and slammed on all fours, and in any case, they were unwilling to charge again, and almost shook them off their horses.

The heavy rain poncho smashed down on their heads, making the two Beginner Realm cultivators feel a little chilled, and even a little desperate.

This cruel teenager ...... It doesn't look like a nameless person, and as for the sharp umbrella sword, it is even more unheard of.

He didn't know what kind of background this teenager had.

But he knew...... This area, with a radius of 3,000 miles, is the largest mountain called Shu Mountain.

"It's not my intention to kill innocents indiscriminately......" Ning Yi held the umbrella sword and walked over, and from a distance, he looked at the two tall black horses, and said softly: "If you don't escape, I'll let you go." ”

A Primordial Realm cultivator sat on horseback, he frowned and looked at the irritable black horse, and forcefully inserted a blade into the horse's body, the black horse screamed in pain, still indifferent.

He knew that he couldn't escape, so he asked with a pale face, "Your Excellency is a newly accepted disciple of Shushan?"

Ning Yi thought for a moment and said calmly: "Not really." ”

The cultivator on horseback had a complicated expression, and when he heard such an answer, "Not counted", it was both an affirmation and a negation.

This sentence...... It is enough to show that the young man in front of him does have some kind of connection with Shushan.

He was still unwilling to ask, "Has the Money Gang ever offended?"

Ning Yi spun the umbrella sword and said softly, "Yesterday was outside Anle City...... The Money Gang had some unpleasant conflicts with me, and you stabbed me twice. ”

"Seniors have to kill them all?" The man on horseback held half of the blade, Xinghui gathered in his hand, and said in a dull voice: "Two swords for two knives, if you eliminate both, my money gang is willing to pay a lot of money to my seniors." ”

Ning Yi was stunned when he heard the word "senior", and he smiled: "Although the name of the Money Gang, it sounds very rich...... But I'm not short of money right now. ”

Xu Zang said that killing people must be killed, if he still has the strength to spare, then he can't leave any of them.

The umbrella sword rotated, Ning Yi jumped up, and cut crosswise without hesitation.

There was a slight sound in the middle of heaven and earth, the rain curtain was cut by an umbrella, the rain line was closed again, and the two corpses fell off their horses.

Ning Yi, who was trying to squeeze out a smile, patted the huge horse's head, and after turning around, he raised his head, looked at the slaughtering autumn rain that the dome kept smashing down, and let out a long sigh.

The boy carefully put away the blade of his sword, then opened his umbrella with a click, limped and walked towards the barren mountains.