Seeing this, the clown in green and his gang retreated as soon as possible, like a bomb falling into the center. （）

The speed of escape is far less fast than the speed of drawing a sword during the day.

The white blade is unsheathed, and the world stands still.

All life in the surrounding area was reduced to nothingness, and even the horses pulling the carts that were close to them disappeared.

It's as if the circus people never appeared.

Daylight was not easy when he drew the sword of death without self, and he felt something disappear from his body.

A prompt flashed in front of you.

At this moment, the day understood that the price of drawing a sword was exchanged for life.

Daylight looked not far away, there was a duck walking, there was just there.

He estimated the extent of the Sword of Death's Selflessness.

The range of the semi-unsheathed state is about two meters in diameter, and the range after all the unsheaths is about twenty meters in diameter.

With a sound of the trumpet, the sword of death and mine closed automatically.

Daytime sighs. "It's really so awesome. ”

The inscription on the sheath of the white stone sword became: Death Selfless Sword 34, only four times in a lifetime, the boundary of death, I live alone.

Daylight took the Sword of Death back into the storage bag, and several faces came to mind.

The remnant sins, the straw hat man, and the saints.

This time, he unlocked the skill of killing the saint, and the sword of death without self can be unsheathed three times.

He will make good use of these three opportunities, although the price is very heavy, directly cutting his life by ten years, but no matter what, forty years of life for four names of life, he will gladly accept.

However, I am afraid that the loss of life is not even, because the inscription on it is very clear, and it can only be plucked four times in one voice.

If this is true, then the result of the last draw of the sword is obvious.

Seeing a black horse in the distance during the day, it seems that the circus has also brought the ink flute.

During the day, he rode the ink flute farther and farther.

Behind him, the circus convoy lit a little flame, and then it grew stronger and brighter, and burned.

Behind the flames, Dao Xin, the boss of Qingdao Zhai, held a compass in his hand with a faint smile on his face.

"The Son of the Sword has obtained the Sword of Ending, will his fate be a little skewed?"

After the Dao Heart finished speaking, he disappeared.

After the Dao Heart left, the flames turned into nothingness, leaving only a depression overgrown with weeds.

There is no trace of the Phantom Circus at all.

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Heishui Town is located in Lanzhou, and is famous for the black ore that most of the riverbeds in the town contain, reflecting the darkness of the river.

A few days ago, a terrifying vision of heaven and earth was staged in the sky over Blackwater Town.

Black lightning and red lightning fought each other in the sky, like two electric pythons, entwined and strangled.

The black lightning is domineering, and the red lightning is demonic, intertwining and colliding in the sky, no equal.

The vision lasted for a whole day and night, and the black lightning slowly lost its strength until it completely dissipated.

Since that day, Blackwater has returned to peace, but there are also legends, and the townspeople have talked about each other, and the streets and alleys are discussing why the vision came about.

Some people say that it is the giant python in the mountain that turns into a dragon and crosses the demon destroying catastrophe.

Some people say that it is a strange treasure that appears in the world and causes visions.

The most talked about is that the immortals go down to the earth to eliminate the demons, as the so-called: the light Jiao electric python fights the sky, and the immortals are nine times under the thunder.

Of course, within a few days of the topic, the heat cooled down.

At this time, more than ten miles south of Heishui Town, Shuanglong Ridge, silent mountains and forests, Liao is uninhabited.

In a wooden house, something very bad is happening.

Three hours ago, the Blood God Temple's master, Yu Sin'er, entered the wooden house with a black-armored prisoner.

After that, there was a terrible scream, and it didn't stop.

Three hours later, the screams showed no signs of abating.

It's hard to imagine what kind of torture could have kept the prisoner howling for three hours.

Normally, there will always be times when you are unconscious and unconscious in extreme pain, but the wailing never stops.

Jian Yusheng stood guard on the tree outside the door, leaning against a relatively sturdy branch, hiding in the shadow of the canopy.

He hooked the bow with his two feet, and his remaining right hand touched the bowstring, pulling it to full length in an awkward way.

When he drew the bow, Jian Yusheng's hand had a burning pain, and when the Qianhua Dao people returned the Sun Destroying Bow, they said that this bow could only be shot again, and it would either succeed or fail.

Time passed little by little, and Jian Yusheng waited with bated breath, waiting for Yu Sin'er to come out of the wooden house and pierce his heart with an arrow.

He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

He has been by Yu Sin'er's side, observing her weaknesses, and in order to gain trust, he even blocks her brother's arrows in Anseong.

He did a good job, and Yu Sin'er always took him with him.

The lightning vision over Blackwater a few days ago was also caused by Yu Sin'er.

Yu Sin'er and the black-armored man fought for a day and a night, day to night, the black and red lightning never went out, as if it had taken root in the sky.

In the end, although Yu Sin'er was victorious, he was also seriously wounded, but he still managed to subdue the man.

There was another terrible cry from the hut, which startled the birds in the woods.

Jian Yusheng had seen the owner of the miserable voice, tall, dressed in pitch-black armor, wrapped like an iron block, the helmet style was very delicate, like a mask half-buckled on the face, only the eyes were exposed, the hair leaking from the back of the head was messy like dead grass, and there was a smell of salt and sweat stirring on the body.

That person is the famous Thunder King Gu Cuo, the one who rules the thunder and lightning, but now he is in the hands of Yu Sin'er, and life is better than death.

Jian Yusheng was very curious, why did Yu Sin'er torture Gu Cuo so much, what did she want from him?

In the end, Jian Yusheng couldn't resist his curiosity, put away the sun-destroying bow, jumped off the tree like a cat, approached the wooden house, and put his ear on the broken wooden door.

Tell carefully, the screams are mixed with inaudible conversations.

Even if Yu Sin'er was tortured, his tone was full of temptation.

"Gu Cuo, tell me, where is that place? You're a friend of the magic sword, aren't you?"

"Yu Sin'er, I've said everything I need to say. ”

Yu Sin'er stuck a thin nail between the man's fingernails, and she got no answer, only wailing. "Well, it won't hurt right away, as long as you tell me, where did the sword go? What did he find?"

"I said it, I don't know, we were separated last time in the imperial capital. The black-armored man spoke weakly.

"We can make a deal, I found the boy who was taken away by the sword, and now he is a hot person, and everyone is looking for him." ”

Gu Cuo raised his head, his gaze behind the pitch-black armor was as sharp as lightning. "What's wrong with him, I warn you not to touch him!. ”

"Of course I won't touch him, on the contrary I will help him. Yu Sin'er's tone was very flat. "You see the young man who followed me, he is the elder brother of the boy, they are all the last Sword Clansmen, all of them were saved by me, you should help the Sword Clan, help the last Sword Clan, and help yourself. ”

There was no conversation in the house for a while, and Jian Yusheng knew that Gu Cuo had fallen into hesitation.