The stumbling mud and slippery rain pulled everyone's strength to the same level, even a master like Blooddrink. He had just eliminated an enemy, the dragon's teeth cut off the enemy's blade, and instantly cut the enemy's throat, so in the gushing blood, he drank blood and picked up a broken hoe, yes, an ordinary agricultural hoe, not a famous blade of a master of the rivers and lakes. In other words, it took a quarter of an hour to drink blood, and to use all his skills to bring down a peasant who had been working in the field all day.

What is this? Drinking blood roared angrily at the sky, and what replied to him was endless torrential rain. Then he must be as prepared as he can to face the battle, because the devil knows whether the next enemy will be a peasant or a master of the Afterlife.

Compared to drinking blood, ordinary Jianghu disciples are not so lucky, they do not have the ability to drink blood and kill with one blow, so the encounter in the heavy rain is their nightmare.

"Kill!" The three thieves waved the daggers in their hands and rushed towards the three deceased disciples who were also holding daggers in their hands, and then in chapter 272, three of the twelve soldiers happened to be nearby, and together with dozens of brave sect soldiers, they launched a new round of counterattacks. They could not tolerate the clamor and killing of these infidels, and killing was the only right way.

"Come on!" The 12-soldier Bingshi waved the giant scythe in his hand and rushed to the front, and the silver knife Yaoguang blade turned, and the 17-pound Yaoguang and the giant sickle completed a hard collision. His sword is also called Bright Light, just like his people, shining with their own glory in the dark night.

The tip of the giant scythe cut through Yaoguang's face, and a faint bloody gas flowed into Yaoguang's mouth with the rain, a familiar taste, a familiar killing intent, a familiar feeling. Yaoguang felt that something ignited his fighting spirit, that feeling was wonderful, it seemed that wielding a knife had become a natural habit, and it seemed that his moves and defense had become a beautiful dance, which was the best interpretation of his life, and that was the meaning of his existence. The dazzling light is heavy and bladeless, and the ancient sword body is full of indecipherable patterns, which are said to be ancient symbols. Yaoguang didn't understand this, he only knew that the blood of the enemy would flow along these patterns, and his love sword would be hung with the glory of the victor.

The giant scythe of C. has harvested the heads of his enemies countless times, and he is the man known as the Grim Reaper of Southern Xinjiang. In addition to the Divine Sword Envoy, he is a countable thirst for killing, in fact, he has coveted the position of the Divine Sword Envoy for a day or two. He prefers the feeling of killing to being an obscure dead soldier. He likes to kill people in the sun, that's his stage, it's an incomparable art, an eternal art. And he is the greatest artist!

The enemy he fought against was undoubtedly very powerful, although the heavy rain washed away the enemy's face, and although he did not know the giant sword, he knew that he was not a person who did nothing.

The battle between the two was accompanied by a loud bang as if no one was around, and the occasional explosion of thunder provided them with the best accompaniment, although the blades were heavy, but this did not affect the light dance steps of both sides at all, and if it were not for the occasional splash of blood, we even suspected that the two men were not fighting to the death, but dancing with fast steps.

Someone said that two masters can feel what each other thinks through the intersection of blades, and what Yaoguang can feel at this moment is boundless pleasure and satisfaction, and he believes that the other party is the same, full of wild breath, extremely pleasant swings, shocking collisions, and passion on the edge of life and death, this qiē seems so moving, so intoxicating.

Flare even missed a chance to kill his foe, just now his Flare could tear his opponent's chest with just one more inch forward, and C's scythe nearly ripped open his throat. Yaoguang didn't know that that time of escaping death was not accidental, sympathy for each other was not an empty word, just like the two now, with the last collision of the three, the two sides galloped in opposite directions with their hearts, maybe they both wanted to change places, change their mood, maybe sit down and have a cup of tea, discuss martial arts, talk about recent new movies and gossip, and be a pair of friends who have been friends for a long time.

Unfortunately, the future is never predictable, Yaoguang died from a cold arrow with no goal, and Bingshi died of exhaustion under the sword array of Wudang disciples.