To tell the truth, the old man who stood on the sky like a god and beat Mo Ye like a dead dog with a wave of his hand was not a kendo master, so from the beginning to the present, Mo Ye's description of the other party's methods is 'wind blade'.

Mo Xie was defeated, but his comprehension of the 'sword' was not defeated, but in the same way, due to the opponent's fighting style of reducing ten guises, he also had no gain at all.

In addition to recognizing the gap between each other.

"Exchange the Escape Talisman!"

Before the triangular Wind Blade Prison arrived, Mo Ye's transaction with the Holy Book had been completed, only to see a black light flash, and Mo Ye's entire person disappeared into thin air.

The next moment, the prison of the wind blade came, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it was as if Mo Xie was in the wind prison.

But it is clear that the old man standing on the sky will not be fooled by such a little trick.

"Escape?"

The fluctuations in the air could not escape his perception.

"Sure enough, there are some doorways......

The old man sighed lightly, in fact, if Mo Ye was so easy to confer the head, it would have been beyond his expectations, after all, the Venerable Master Datong had been planted in the hands of this person, even if he achieved results in a more insidious and obscene way, it showed that this person was by no means an ordinary person.

In fact, when Mo Xie charged at him, he was even apprehensive in his heart.

He is not as good as the Venerable Master, even after a breakthrough in the realm now, he still thinks so.

Therefore, when facing Mo Ye, even if he saw that the other party's moves were not very powerful, he would go all out.

Three moves, five slashes, and every blow he showed real skills.

However, in the end, Mo Ye still escaped.

But that doesn't mean he's going to be in vain.

"Who is the master, since you are here, why don't you show up and see it!"

Mo Ye had already fled, but the 'master' who helped Mo Ye get out of a difficult situation did not leave, although the other party did not appear, but the old man knew the location of the other party.

"Haha! Old ghost Zhou, his majesty has not diminished back then!"

With a loud laugh, a cloud under the dark sky suddenly twisted, and an old man shrouded in black robes appeared from the cloud.

"Heiquan, what are you doing when you don't squat in the mountains in the northwest and run to the south?"

Zhou Xinyan clenched the long sword in his hand, as if he didn't hear the irony in the other party's words.

Heiquan is not a decent person, on the contrary, he is a figure who stands on the opposite side of the righteous path of the world - that is, commonly known as the evil path.

In terms of strength, Heiquan is not in Zhou Xinyan's eyes, but the forces standing behind him should not be underestimated.

The Zhou family has a great cause, and these mundane involvements make the battle between cultivators very unpleasant.

"Hehe, Southern Xinjiang is not opened by your Zhou family, can you control what Lao Tzu is doing?"

Heiquan doesn't have as many scruples as Zhou Xinyan, and it is precisely because of this that he can be so rampant when standing in front of Zhou Xinyan.

"I don't know how many people are in the three groups of 'black' characters today?"

Zhou Xinyan lowered his height until he could look at Heiquan at eye level, he lowered his head slightly, Heiquan didn't see the flame in his eyes.

"Guess what. ”

Even the peddlers' pawns may not be able to endure this series of provocations, let alone Zhou Xinyan.

"Good. ”

Zhou Xinyan raised his head, and his silver hair could not be blown by the wind.

"Boom!"

The arm moved slightly, the long sword jumped three times in a row, and the three wind blades were already issued before the words fell.

The Wind Blade is pointing to the location of the Black Spring.

"Cut. ”

This level of wind blade might be able to beat Mo Ye like a dead dog, but not for Black Spring.

Faced with Zhou Xinyan's sudden attack, Heiquan just snorted coldly.

He has been guarding against Zhou Xinyan for a long time, not to mention when it comes to sneak attacks and cold smoking, he is an expert in evil demons.

"Zheng!"

Flying swords are the standard configuration of cultivators, without him, cheap, Heiquan snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves, and in an instant, three flying swords flew out of his sleeves. These three swords were no more than an inch long, but they grew into the wind after leaving the middle of Heiquan's sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, they grew from the level of a key buckle to the size of a real sword.

Three swords, three wind blades to meet the flame of the heart!

"Bang! bang!"

The sword, which was supposed to be sharp, collided with the wind blade, which had been proven to be extremely cutting, and there was a sound of a flesh fist hitting a sandbag.

In the air, three sparks bloomed.

"Hehe, dare to do something to Lao Tzu, or not, teach you how to be a person for your short-lived brother today!"

The skin of his face has been torn, Heiquan no longer hides the fierce light in his eyes, casually finds a reason for himself to do it, and at the same time mocks Zhou Xinyan fiercely, he put his hands into his sleeves, and with the two strange sounds of 'Zheng Zheng', a pair of short swords were pulled out of his sleeves.

Short soldiers, black robes, people can't help but think of the ancient assassins.

"Huh!"

Heiquan's figure disappeared out of thin air in front of Zhou Xinyan, and when it was, the black clouds in the sky trembled slightly, and they actually moved slowly.

There was a wind, which disturbed the heavens and the earth.

"Sa!"

Zhou Xinyan didn't feel the slightest surprise at the sudden disappearance of Black Spring, although he didn't have the experience of fighting the other party, but he could recite the story of the other party since he was a child.

Heiquan, a man in the devil's way, ranked second in the trio of 'black', is good at 'making things in his sleeve', when the Eastern and Western devils invaded the territory, he once confronted the enemy camp masters, beheaded twenty and three, and then was ambushed, and the baby fled. Knowing that there was no hope of recovering in this life, he delved into the 'assassination' and at first singled out the children of the family, but then made many enemies and had to flee to the bitter cold of the northwest.

A short paragraph is the official record of Black Spring, but what lies behind this passage is very intriguing.

For example, how he was ambushed.

Another example: Why did he pick the children of the family after his comeback, and he chose those children of the family.

These secrets are not known to the majority, and those who know the facts choose to remain silent.

Zhou Xinyan was silent, but his sword was not silent.

"Whew......!"

Stretching out his arm, he drew a complete circle on his side with the sword in his hand, as if responding to the faint wind breath between heaven and earth, Zhou Xinyan's clothes fluttered.

"Sa~!"

The void in the clouds, which had already closed in the sky, was once again beaten back to its original shape by the wind, and even expanded.

The brilliance that belonged to Haotian sprinkled from above the nine heavens shone on Zhou Xinyan's body, and his snow-like hair actually carried some sacred feelings under the light.

However, some people don't like to see this sacredness appear on Zhou Xinyan's body, even if it is largely just an illusion and Zhou Xinyan's self-congratulation.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The three-point cold light was shot from three different angles, taking the back of Zhou Xinyan's head, vest and lower yin respectively, which was a very ruthless play.

But no matter which one of them is, they can only stop at Zhou Xinyan's body.

Three feet is what Qingfeng is good at.