The night is dark, the town of Guanshan is brightly lit, and the red lanterns embroidered with various patterns are fluttering in the wind and snow, as if to guide the wandering wanderer in a bright direction.

The snow has been falling, and Guanshan Town has already become a world covered in snow. It was late at night, but a certain street in Guanshan Town was particularly lively.

Under the corners, on the eaves, in the streets, on the branches...... You can see that the figure is wrong.

They don't rest in the middle of the night, why do they appear in the icy and snowy environment?

Is it the wind and snow that disturbs them, or are they looking for a place for their hearts?

Why do they all look at one place in unison?

There was a dark shadow standing there, and if it weren't for the light of the lantern, he would have blended into the night.

People's expressions were still surprised at the moment, and they had not yet woken up from the scene just now.

The blow of Mount Monhan is a blow with great power like destroying a small mountain. They had the impression that his attack would cause a great deal of commotion, even destroying most of the houses.

However, it is not.

They were horrified, they were stunned, because there was a black-robed man standing there.

As soon as the man blocked, it seemed that it was an easy block, leaving only a deep ravine, and the blow of Menghan Mountain was eliminated.

It was a formidable attack from a strong man.

Could it be that the strength of the black-robed man is stronger than Meng Hanshan, the deputy head of the dart.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qing Ming's seemingly casual move to stop a second emperor's attack was so easy and casual, but who knows how much work he secretly did.

When he was at the Desolate Inn, Qing Ming was already prepared, engrossed, waiting for the opportunity to strike with all his might.

No one knew that he had actually exhausted most of his spiritual power, the breath in his body was tumbling, and the blow of the second emperor's powerhouse was not so easy to deal with, and at the moment of his shot, he sacrificed his ivory blade, which merged with the green sword in his hand, and used the chessboard in the sea of divine consciousness as a protective shield to protect his life, and took an elixir to improve his cultivation in a short period of time, which reluctantly took the attack of Menghan Mountain.

What everyone didn't know was the easy resistance, but they didn't know how much preparation Qing Ming had secretly made. Many people see the glossy surface, but it is difficult to see the efforts behind the scenes.

However, looking at everyone's expressions, Qing Ming's purpose was achieved.

Originally, everyone in the dart group was still screaming and wanted to chase after Song Xuan, and the moment they saw Qing Ming's move, they hesitated, look at me one by one, you don't dare to take a step forward.

Meng Hanshan frowned, the person who can take his blow will definitely not be a vulgar person.

This person is very strong! This is the judgment in Meng Hanshan's heart.

In his heart, he was already sure that the cultivation of the black-robed man was on par with his own, and it would definitely be very beneficial for him to resist hard, but with so many people watching, he couldn't let Xingjingling escape under his nose.

So, at his suggestion, the disciples of the United Dart rushed to the Apocalypse Pass with a shout, chasing in the direction that Song Xuan had fled.

At the moment when everyone moved, there was a long whistle of "beep", and a brilliant spark appeared in the night sky.

That's a message from the darts people asking for reinforcements.

At the moment when the firelight lit up the night sky, the entire Guanshan Town was crowded, and people from all directions converged on their side.

The green sword came out of its sheath, and a blue light slashed out from the blade, breaking through the wind and snow, and directly attacking the darts group.

There was a loud "boom", and everyone was swept away, leaving a ravine, revealing the dark yellow soil.

The moment Qing Ming swung his sword, a black shadow appeared in front of him.

Meng Hanshan also made a move, his body shook, and he slapped at Qing Ming's chest. However, Qing Ming had already been prepared, and did not resist him, his toes touched the ground, and his whole body swept back quickly, avoiding Meng Hanshan's palm.

Meng Hanshan didn't use all his strength, just made a temptation, he thought that his speed was fast enough, but he didn't expect the black-robed man in front of him to react faster. What shocked him even more was that the speed of the person in front of him was probably beyond his reach.

The whole process only happened in one breath, and while the snowflakes were splashing, the afterimage of the green shadow remained in place.

"Weilong Crane Return" Meng Hanshan let out a low sigh, the spiritual power in his body was great, and the wind and snow became bigger at this time, forming a small whirlpool shape centered on him, rolling up pieces of snowflakes and soaring straight into the sky.

The wind and snow were too strong, and the people around them were not allowed to hide their faces with clothes, and those who were weak in cultivation even retreated one after another.

"This ......" Some people saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaim that Meng Hanshan actually used his famous martial arts.

"Weilong Crane Return, Weilong Crane Return!"

At the moment when everyone was shocked, the cyclone immediately changed its appearance.

Wrapped in snowflakes, the cyclone turned into a white swimming dragon, and a white crane slowly formed on the head of the swimming dragon.

The dragon swirls with its teeth and claws, and from time to time it makes a slight dragon roar.

The white crane stands on top of the dragon's head with one foot and makes a posture of an immortal crane standing independently.

When the white crane took shape, the dragon flew towards the green underworld.

In the eyes of everyone, that scene was like a crane driving a swimming dragon, driving the traveling dragon with snowflakes to attack the green darkness not far away.

At that moment, there were countless muffled noises in the air, and all the lanterns along the street went out, and the scene sank into darkness.

Before everyone could react to what was going on, a monstrous and terrifying aura swept in, and countless monks felt this aura tremble and tremble.

Dead and bloody, they felt as if they were in a terrifying red hell.

The breath came and went as fast as it came, and in just a moment, the terrifying breath was gone.

The crane riding the dragon also disappeared into the darkness in an instant, only making a dull sound, and there was no movement again.

Meng Hanshan was horrified in his heart, and the breath also made him feel afraid, and the breath was not artificial, it seemed to be the breath of some kind of treasure, or...... Spiritual weapons.

Meng Hanshan frowned.

Who is the black-robed man? It seems that we will have to find out his identity in the future.

Just as Meng Hanshan was thinking for a moment, the large and small torches around him had already surrounded him, and the originally dark street was suddenly illuminated.

Everyone looked at it, and they saw the shadow of the black-robed man somewhere.

"Vice President, what's going on, so anxious to call us here!" The middle-aged man with a resolute face walked forward and arched his hand towards Menghan Mountain.

This person's name is Zhang Fan, and he is a well-known dart master in the Nagato Dart Bureau, and Yu Qiang's influence in the Tianxing Dart Bureau is the same as that of each other

One of the best people outside of the total dart head in the game.

Meng Hanshan did not respond to Zhang Fan immediately, but slowly walked towards the position where Qing Ming had been before, where there was nothing but a few deep ravines.

The people who had been here for a long time told Zhang Fan everything that happened here, and he understood the reason.

"Hurry up and chase that thief with all your might, you can't let her run away!" Meng Hanshan turned his head to Zhang Fan and said.

Zhang Fan received the order and was about to get on his horse and chase away.

Meng Hanshan suddenly stopped him again: "Slow!"

Zhang Fan's action on the horse stopped.

"I'm free to check the identity of that black-robed man!"

Zhang Fan understood, and led a large group of people and horses to rush out of the Apocalypse Pass with torches, and rushed to the vast Mobei.

Meng Hanshan looked up at the dark night sky, the snowflakes were still falling, and no one knew what was going on in his heart at the moment.

It's just that the snow is still falling, and it doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

After Meng Hanshan led the people away, in a dark street corner next to him, a dark shadow appeared, only to see him staggering against the wall, and finally couldn't help it, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Thanks to the Ivory Blade!" the shadow looked down at the fading red light on the cyan saber, stroked it, and whispered to himself.

The light flashed, the red light vanished, and the black shadow fused with the darkness again.