The man in the long shirt took a sip of wine and continued: "Zhao Wuji, the grandson of the Zhao family, is just a kid from the Water Soul Realm, but relying on the sword in his hand and the arrogant swordsmanship, he actually took the initiative in the battle in his hands. Yang Shu, a genius in soul arts, used the sword shuttle to fly and support on the battlefield, and Zhao Wuji cooperated with him, and it was obvious that he had not shown his strength at all. There is also the winged monster, which looks like a soul guest of the Golden Soul Realm, but there is always a strange aura in the soul power. This breath made me feel the power from the underworld. He was like a ghost, and he couldn't beat the third child and Longwu Chen Tian. As for Yang Fan...... That's even more incomprehensible. The Horcrux in his hand, or the Horcrux in the hands of the monsters around him, which one is not a mysterious treasure?"

"So......" The man in the long robe moved his empty glass forward, motioning for the man in black to pour him another wine, and spat out three more words from his mouth.

"Look again. ”

Cold rainy nights.

Slanting rain pavilion.

Green Snake Street, paved with blood, rain and corpses.

Nearly a hundred of the most powerful soul guests in Sioux City poured over from all directions, and they were like black rain ditch rats in the eyes of the world's masters, and they exploded with extremely amazing combat power and courage at this life-and-death juncture.

Probably was red-eyed by the cruelty of Zhao Wuji and Yang Shu. They were proud, then afraid, and then insane. However, Zhao Wuji and Yang Shu did not affect their mood at all because of their madness, the difference in strength between the two sides was like the distance between the eagle and the ant, the sword shadow passed by with a puddle of blood, and a large head fell off around the neck, the soul guest holding the sword broke his finger, and the soul guest wielding the knife fell into the rain. No matter how strong the combat power is, it is not worth mentioning in front of the long sword that seems to destroy everything and in front of the sword shadow that disappears from time to time, and no matter how strong the courage is, it will always collapse in despair after the companions fall from time to time.

Zhao Wuji still walked forward calmly, and the black shirt on his body had already been solidified by the rain. He walked in the cold rain, as natural as the spring rain, and the breath that appeared on his body nourished the earth like the spring rain, making people unable to resist or even not want to resist.

The poplar was the same, slowly but tightly following him. It seems that he has decided in his heart to give him the limelight tonight as much as possible.

For Zhao Wuji's actions tonight, Yang Shu's heart was actually full of gratitude.

He is Yang Fan's own brother, Yang Fan is in danger, it is natural for him to come to help, even if he is desperate. But Zhao Wuji is different. Not to mention the need for him to help Yang Fan. Just saying that the Zhao family is facing great danger is worthy of Yang Shu's gratitude to him.

The Zhao family is being besieged by the Zhang family, and it is indeed commendable that he left Old Man Zhao at this moment, but came here with him. This friendship has been firmly engraved in the heart of the poplar.

The soul guests from the three families of Suzhou City looked at the two young men who came in the rain, as well as Yang Fan and the others who trapped Zhang Sheng and the others, as if they saw that one by one the demons were gently smiling at them in unison, and then raised their claws to easily break themselves into pieces, they were full of horror and could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts, I don't know who shouted, the madness of everyone finally became weak, and they had to retreat.

Yang Shu was silent and flew forward with Zhao Wuji. The expression is still relaxed and calm, but the eyebrows are still solemn. He knew that the battle would not end like this.

The rain poured down, and the sound of huge droplets hitting the ground became louder and louder.

In battle, the cries of battle are actually louder than the rain. But Zhao Wuji and Yang Shu felt that it was very quiet during the battle, but the sound of the rain now was very noisy and annoying.

"Da Da-"

Dozens of men in raincoats rushed with bows and crossbows, their expressions resolute and indifferent. A horse-drawn carriage followed. There was no whip in the carriage, but the two horses were kicking the hooves of the horses in tacit agreement. The middle-aged man in the star-white robe in the carriage frowned slightly, and the short sword in the sheath beside him whispered. The man in black in the hat slowly raised his head and held the rosary hanging around his neck in his hand.

The crossbowmen did not attack immediately, nor did there move in the carriage, the slight sound of the wind swirling between the leaves and the beams, and the sound of the rain whispering between the courtyards and the small pools, and they looked at each other, and no one chose to act first.

The silence may be long, or it may be short, Zhao Wuji's gaze passed over the group of crossbow-wielding soul guests, landed on the wide carriage, and said indifferently: "I know that the strongest is always at the end. ”

Yang Shu also said lightly: "If you had come out earlier, there would not have been so many deaths." ”

"As long as I can get you to fall smoothly. Then these people's deaths are worth it. The swordsman in the star-white robe replied calmly.

With that, the long-robed swordsman got up and stepped out of the carriage. The short sword beside him actually levitated, and followed him out of the carriage.

Zhao Wuji looked at the short sword that was dancing lightly beside this person, thoughtful, and suddenly asked, "You are also a swordsman?"

The long-robed swordsman leaned forward slightly, and said very politely: "The fourth elder of the Zhang family, Zhang Chong." ”

The corners of Zhao Wuji's mouth curled slightly, and there was a light of excitement in his eyes, and he looked at him tightly and said, "Zhang Chong, the first sword in Su City, is very good, I have long wanted to compete with you." ”

Zhang Chong smiled and said, "I know, you have been here once before and defeated all the swordsmen you have challenged. ”

Zhao Wuji said: "But you didn't accept my challenge. ”

Zhang Chong still smiled: "At that time, you couldn't even stop me with a sword. ”

Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "What now?"

Zhang Chong still smiled: "Maybe you can catch a dozen swords!"

Zhao Wuji also smiled, laughing like a bloodthirsty beast just now, and said coldly: "If I use my sword, someone will die." Tonight, you will surely die by my sword. ”

The rain kept falling, flowing down the tiled eaves of the top of the slanting rain pavilion, turning into a curtain of water, and the man in black was still quietly drinking in the carriage, listening to the conversation outside the carriage.

But his eyes were staring at the outside of the carriage.

Staring at the poplar tree with the sword shuttle on its feet.

Zhao Wuji made a move.

He raised his right arm, and through the heavy rain curtain, through the soul guests who were waiting with crossbows, he pointed at the long-robed swordsman on the carriage.

With a finger, a terrible roar suddenly sounded in the rainy night, and the Demon Slayer Sword let out a low but long roar, and rushed towards the carriage with Zhao Wuji's body.

Zhang Chong's pupils shrank sharply, and the middle finger of his right hand hanging beside him snapped and flicked, and the short sword that was already ready to be fired next to him came out with a clear sheath, turning into a clear light in front of him.

Zhao Wuji said that he wanted him to die under his own sword, and then he turned his sword halfway, and the target of this sword was not Zhang Chong, but the carriage behind Zhang Chong!