The crowd moved forward like a stream. In the light of the lanterns, everyone's usual behavior, like a fishing line, hooked Gu Hai's heart, hanging and difficult to put down.

On the white jade bridge, there is a person with a tiger head mask, in the brilliant fireflies, stretching out his hand.

This simple act is like raindrops dripping into the heart of Gu Hai. He hurriedly opened his arms and protected Hua Ke tightly behind him, as if even the red light of the evening breeze could not penetrate his solid chest.

You can take a closer look, but it's just a false alarm. The one who stretches out is only to touch the child beside him.

But one wave has not settled, and one wave has risen.

At the place where the fallen leaves suddenly fluttered sharply, a man with a rat head mask jumped high, Gu Hai's heartbeat became even more intense, and the Fu Shen Stick was already in his hand in a flash of silver light. With a stick in his right hand, he was about to wave it against the falling leaves.

But when he looked at it again, the man just wanted to catch the falling leaves in the wind and win the hearts of the girls around him.

It's another false thunderbolt in the dark night, without a trace of raindrops.

Gu Hai looked left and right, and it was clear that in his eyes just now, this night scene was still a rare event in three thousand years, and at this moment, it had become a terrifying trap full of traps everywhere.

Even the lights and fireflies seemed to be a little dimmer than just now. Even the gentle evening breeze that swept through the sparkling water from under the white jade bridge was like a sharp edge to the heart, with a cruel smile.

At this moment, everyone is like the killer sent by the hateful building in the cold light and cold wind on the black mountain on that moonlit night.

But Gu Hai didn't dare to shoot easily, in case he accidentally injured an innocent, ordinary people couldn't resist him, that is, to kill an innocent person.

Just when Gu Hai was in trouble, a charming ray of light came from the high red lantern.

The light was redder than the surrounding light, as if it had been stained with blood.

The light was colder than the surrounding light, like light from a thousand-year-old iceberg.

The sound of the wind suddenly whistled in the night sky, and this red light quietly cut the stars in the sky into two halves.

This cold light, quietly, passed through the darkness of the forest, and silently swiped towards the neck of Gu Hai.

Where did Gu Hai expect it, he only focused on the crowd, this hidden in the light, the sudden attack, it was impossible to guard against it!

The blade, with a cold light, is about to cut the neck of the ancient sea in an instant!

At this critical moment, Gu Hai relied on his own instinctive reaction, and his body quickly leaned back, and this leaning pulled him back from the ghost gate.

Hua Ke stood behind him, only to feel a ray of light that would dazzle his eyes all red, he looked at Gu Hai again, and the cherry mouth was also wide open, she exclaimed: "Xiaohai!"

Although Gu Hai managed to dodge it, the flesh on his neck was still cut out like a silk thread.

Traces of blood dripped onto the white robe.

When the surrounding crowd saw such movements, they were like frightened birds and beasts, shouting and fleeing in all directions.

The cold light did not stop, it continued to paddle under the starlight, and then flew with the wind to the treetops, where there was no light, and stopped.

Gu Hai and Hua Ke's eyes looked towards the dim place of vision, and they saw that among the leaves trembling in the cold wind, stood a man in black, he was dressed in night clothes, his face was wearing a mask, and the mask was a mouse, baring his teeth and grinning, exuding terror.

"It is worthy of the Gu Hai, which has become famous recently, if it is an ordinary person, he has just been in a different place. A deep voice came from under the mask of terror, and this sound of appreciation reached the ears of Gu Hai and Hua Ke with the wind.

Gu Hai was attacked by this, and his heart was like a wind and rain hitting the branches, and he couldn't help but tremble. He held the Fu Shen stick in his hand tighter, and also praised: "It is worthy of being the number one killer of the hated building, using innocent people as bait to attract my attention, and then secretly making a killing move!"

At this time, the originally bustling streets, the sea of people dispersed, hiding in the surrounding wooden buildings. All that remains here are the lamps, the fireflies in the sky, and the starlight in the void.

This temple fair, which was still extremely noisy just now, has instantly turned into silence.

In this silence, on the opera stage next to the wooden building, the opera with a white face is painted, and his hands are still in the shape of flowers, standing in a posture, looking at this place.

High in the sky, the people who drink and sing during the day are still not afraid, signaling that the people around them do not need to be afraid, still holding the soft body of the beautiful woman into their arms, holding the wine glass high, and the surrounding music women continue to play the tactful melody.

In this night, at this moment, only this little song lingers in the ears of people in the silent streets.

Gu Hai motioned to Hua Ke with his eyes and asked her to leave first. Then he held the Fu Shen stick in front of him, and said loudly: "The hatred of the building is for my life, and I will not embarrass a weak woman, right?"

The rat-headed man raised his head, revealing a sense of arrogance even if he didn't see his real face: "Naturally." ”

Hua Ke was reluctant, but if she stayed, she would definitely become a burden to Gu Hai, so she had no choice but to leave a word: "Xiaohai, be more careful!" and then ran towards the hotel.

If it was usual, Hua Ke was not worried at all. But now the rat-headed man, just standing in the cold wind and Xiaoxiao, is uneasy.

As soon as her green cloth embroidered shoes stepped on the threshold of the inn, the sound of weapons "clanging" came from the silent street.

The evening breeze is faster, and the starlight is colder. The rat-headed man turned into a cold light, like thunder, and smashed on the ancient sea and blocked the god stick in front of him.

In the black night, there was a crisp metal crash, and sparks lit up again.

As soon as the two of them exchanged hands, a sonorous rhythm sounded on the stage in the distance. The actors on the stage also brandished their spears as if they had joined the battle. The costume on the body, in the rotation, the corners of the skirt float in the air, blooming like flowers.

The rat-headed man's attack was extremely sharp, and every cold light that fell, it was aimed at the vital point of the ancient sea.

Gu Hai wanted to fight back with a stick, but the rat-headed man was as fast as the wind, and as soon as he stabbed Gu Hai in the throat, the sharp blade was blocked, and he spun around and turned to Gu Hai's heart.

Gu Hai was a little more difficult, and the cold light used the power of the Fu Shen Stick to block it, and quickly rowed towards Gu Hai's pulse.

Gu Hai felt that the man in front of him, like an evil ghost, was entangled with him.

He swung a stick at the rat-headed man, but this stick had the power to defeat the four wizards.

Before the stick fell, the wind swept up from the top of the stick, and then, with the power of the mountains and the sea, it slammed into the rat-headed man.

The rat-headed man saw that this might was wrong, and his whole body flashed like thunder, and he was only flashed in the night, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Gu Hai's hand fell, and the wind instantly set off several zhang waves in the lake, and the waves fell, as if it was a drizzle. The power of the mountains and seas in the stick, even if it hits the middle of the street, is almost exhausted, but it still cuts off countless white ribbons in the middle of the wooden building, and the red lanterns are like red lotuses floating under the stars.

The rat-headed man was light and stood on top of a red light. If he steps on the red lotus, he will flow freely with the waves.

Gu Hai also lit a red light with one foot, jumped under the stars easily, and waved his stick at the man.

This stick extinguished thousands of lights, and the red cloth wrapped around the lantern also exploded instantly, if there were thousands of petals falling between the ancient sea and the enemy.

The swift speed of the rat-headed man is naturally not afraid of Gu Hai's stick. He had jumped on the wooden tower again, and the sharp blade in his hand was even brighter against the starlight.

As soon as Gu Hai's stick fell, before he could retract his posture, the rat-headed man launched his own killing move in a very short moment.

"Qingyan!"

He let out a long shout, and the cold light of the blade in his hand turned cyan, and it was even more difficult to find it in the dark night. In an instant, in his rapid swing, under the starlight, this blue light scattered into dozens of paths, and shot towards the ancient sea quickly in the direction of the wind.

These dozens of blue lights, under the starry sky chessboard, are like green swallows in the wind, with an extremely elegant posture, sweeping to the key places of the ancient sea.

Gu Hai saw that the situation was like this, like a mountain towering posture, suddenly rose from the ground, as if there was a divine thunder power with him, and in an instant, he was already standing on the lake fishing boat.

He stood still, and countless lamps floating on the surface of the lake were overturned by a gust of wind. The wind did not stop, and a red light came, this red light was not only as cold as a thousand-year-old iceberg, but also rolled up the cold water along the way, rushing towards the heart of the ancient sea, like a dragon rushing to the sky, rushing away.

The Gu Hai Fu Divine Stick emitted a faint silver light in his hand, blocking his chest.

"Bang!" The incomparably crisp crashing sound shook both ears and shook the fishing boat on the water.

The figure of the rat-headed man appeared in the red light, and the blade in his hand unleashed a hysterical attack.

I saw the cold light, in the water lanterns that were lifted and fluttered, spinning one after another, crazy arcs. I also saw that the gradually dense arc, when it collided with the Fushen stick, the dazzling sparks that were rubbed out were already like fireworks, falling on the surface of the cold lake.

And the sound of their weapons colliding with each other has already drowned out the sound of indulging in drinking and singing in the tall building, and this silent night seems to be the only sonorous sound left at this moment.

The two of them struck each other with their weapons, and they swung them for an unknown number of times.

Gu Hai hid the majesty of the mountains and seas again, and pulled the rat-headed man back to the blue tile and white wall.

Gu Hai also jumped and returned to the blue brick street.

The starlight poured down on the street, and the light was as cold as ice.

Yu Qingfeng, the rat-headed man, understood that the victory or defeat was only in the next move. He bent his body, and the aura in his body dyed the heart mirror stone on the sharp blade in his hand, turning it purple.

"Starlight Slash!"

After a shout, his body turned into nothingness. The sharp blade in his hand scattered into a sky of starlight, and the starlight had become tens of millions in an instant, and each starlight was like an incomparably sharp blade, mercilessly stabbing towards the ancient sea in the cold and dark night.

As soon as Gu Hai retracted his posture, he landed such an attack again from the Nine Heavens!

A beam of light is a sharp blade. The tens of thousands of roads gathered together, not to mention the ancient sea, even the blue brick land, sparkling lakes, and towering trees around him had to be pierced into a hornet's nest.

If it rains in the sky, who can not be protected from the rain without any shelter?

If the light of the stars shines on the earth in the night, who can escape the starlight in the wilderness?

Gu Hai is under this terrifying move, the people who play on the stage, and the people who indulge in drinking and singing in the high-rise buildings all think that Gu Hai has been unable to escape death.

In their minds, there was already the appearance of Gu Hai being pierced with a thousand holes.

The two of them sighed in their hearts, hating the building was really terrifying!

But when Gu Hai was eroded by thousands of starlights, he could still see the corners of his mouth, but he raised a faint smile: "It's just a mortal move!"

The starlight is like a silver curtain, gathering together one by one, covering the ancient sea.

In the impermeable starlight, there was suddenly a monstrous sound of water, like a dragon roaring, penetrating the starlight, whistling and flying into the ears.

After the sound of the angry waves, a gust of wind actually blew this starlight like a curtain of starlight towards the real stars in the sky.

The eyes were no longer dazzling, and Gu Hai also appeared.

He held the stick of the god of Fu, stood on the waves of the dragon sea, and through this rush of thousands of troops and horses, he gathered the power of the mountains and the sea, and waved the stick to the dark place in the sky.

"Ride the waves!"

The man with the head of the rat mask, although his body is hidden in the dark. But the huge waves at the foot of the ancient sea are as wide as the sky. Even if Gu Hai didn't know his figure, he would definitely be able to attack him.

Moreover, the ancient sea attack is not limited to this. The sound of the dragon's groan, which accompanied him roaring, seemed to invade his bowels, and the rat-headed man's heart was sad and sad, and it all came to his heart at once.

His mind was completely flustered, and Gu Hai had arrived with a stick at this moment.

A stick fell, although it was in the air, but the waves behind him roared, like a dragon opening its bloody mouth and sweeping everything in the air.

The rat-headed man was smashed down on the white jade bridge, his whole body ached, and his strength was almost gone.

He was under the mask of a rat's head, staring at the ancient sea that was flying towards him again, with terrified eyes.

He already understood that Gu Hai had the magic power of the god stick in his hand!

"Treading the waves" is the move of the four geniuses to release the waves, and everyone in the world knows it. And that chaotic move must also be someone else's magical power.

The so-called Fu Shen is to take the supernatural powers of the defeated people into their own sticks.

This is the magic power of that artifact magic stick!

I'm afraid that he just made a move, and he can use it now!

When the rat-headed man thought of this, he no longer had the desire to fight!

He used the rest of his strength to hide in the darkness again, and escaped before the next rod of the ancient sea fell.

Gu Hai could no longer feel the man's breath, so he put the Fushen Stick in his hand behind his back.

The man who was pouring wine in the tall building was so shocked that he stopped all movements, and the wine kept overflowing, and he was still unconscious, just looking at Gu Hai in surprise.

On the stage, the actors with painted faces continued to dance with spears in sonorous vocal music.

The real masters are generally incognito, and they usually show their magical powers when the door of the fairy world is opened.

After all, surprise is the only way to have a higher chance of winning.

Gu Hai had already noticed the unusual two, strode towards the stage, and said loudly: "I came to Mugencheng, came to look for Wang Xuan, who had been in the cloud immortal, obtained the artifact, and hid in the downtown area, and wanted to learn immortal art with him, I saw that the two were unusual, I don't know if the two are?"

The man in the restaurant turned around and flicked his sleeves, and the musicians all stopped their instruments. The man still slid the wine into his throat, his face was slightly drunk, his feet stepped on the windowsill, and his words swayed: "I have always heard of the ancient sea daimyo, but now I can finally see the real person." Wang Xuan, I have also heard of it, it must not be me. I see that the actor downstairs is full of gray faces, and I can't see the real face, it must be him, right?"

The corners of the play's skirt are still blooming like flowers, his eyebrows and eyes are sharp, his hands and feet are holding his posture, and he said in a joking tone: "Brother upstairs, don't talk nonsense." I'm not Wang Xuan, if this Gu Hai brother is serious, try to compete with me, my little life is not enough. ”

Gu Hai saw that he was wearing a god stick on his back, and when he met the two of them, he didn't have any sense, and he also believed that Wang Xuan was not among them.

Gu Hai bowed his hand and said respectfully in the faint light: "I think the two of you are also extraordinary people, I wonder if you can reveal your names? Why don't the three of us learn from each other now and refine the art of cultivating immortals together?"

The man on the tall building, as if throwing a wine glass into the stars, said in a loud voice, "I don't want to compete with you." I can see your supernatural powers, and you can turn the moves of others who were defeated by you into use. I'm going to try to help you increase your supernatural powers, but I don't want to! As for the name, if we meet again, I'll tell you!"

The actor downstairs also gave up his hand and sang in a playful voice: "What the brother upstairs said just now is very true, if there is fate, the name will be known." ”

After listening to this, Gu Hai was no longer reluctant. It's just that he secretly thought in his heart that these two people could see through the subtleties in his god stick at a glance, and they must not be simple.

At this moment, he felt a trembling sensation in his back.

He looked for directions, but only saw the cold water of the white bridge, and the rest was never seen again.

Although he didn't see anyone, Gu Hai was firm in his heart, and it was rumored that Wang Xuan was here, which must be true.

Gu Hai thought in his heart, he still had to defeat more powerful people and earn more magical powers, so that he could have more chances to enter the gate of the immortal realm.

Gu Hai was thinking like this, Hua Ke had already jumped out of the hotel, and hugged him tightly with tears in his eyes.

The two hugged each other in the evening breeze and stars, and this hug aroused the envy of the two people next to them.

After the rat-headed man fled in embarrassment, he collapsed weakly in a desolate deep mountain.

The night breeze blew through his body, and the feeling of weakness was even worse. He stroked his wound and gasped for air.

A strange wind rose, and the crisp sound of stones rolling down on the dark green hills came into my ears with the sound of the long wind.

The moonlight is like smoke, sprinkled on the rocks, and if there is frost covering the rocks, it will feel cold to the bones when it only enters the eyes.

Under this hazy moonlight, a woman slowly walked out, her graceful posture, bound by the night clothes more seductive, under the mask of a rabbit's head, in this cold night, floated out like a frosty female voice: "Hate the rules of the building, if the task fails, you can only apologize with death, are you ready to die?"

The rat-headed man, taking off his mask, revealed an unusually handsome face, but the weakness in his expression lowered his face a few points. He struggled to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said weakly: "Gu Haishi is too powerful, and I can't help it." However, if I really want to die, die at your hands, then I am willing!"

This voice, like a faint fire in the vast darkness, but when it reached the rabbit's head mask, it could melt the ice and snow in her heart that had been tired for several years, and her voice immediately became as gentle as a spring breeze: "Fengyu, you and I grew up together, how can I be so ruthless? I'm just joking with you." I'm here to take you to beg the Faceless Net to open up and spare your life, after all, you're the strongest of us. ”

It turns out that among the twelve killers, under the mask of the strongest rat head, the name is called the wind language.

Fengyu shook his head, his lips pale and said: "It's useless, Faceless has always been ruthless, we are just the killing tools he cultivated, kill one me, he can also cultivate a second me." ”

The woman helped Feng Yu up, her eyes seemed to be shining with tears, and she said fiercely: "Then I will take you to the end of the world, if he sends a god to kill you, I will kill the god! If he orders a ghost to kill you, I will kill the ghost!"

Fengyu heard this, and there were faint tears in his eyes, and he hugged the woman in his arms.

As the two of them snuggled together, the surrounding trees rattled, and the birds that were hidden in the forest chirped uneasily, and they all spread their wings from the nest and rushed into the soapy sky.

They were shocked and looked around, did they come facelessly?

In the darkness of the desolate green mountains, there were bursts of footsteps, followed by the sound of the wind, the chirping of birds, and then the voice of an old man who had vicissitudes of life: "Faceless will not come, but the person who took you to hell is here!"

The rabbit-headed woman hid the dagger in her cuff, stood up, and looked vigilantly, she saw the figure of the old man in the faint silver light.

This strange figure, like the stars in the sky, seems ordinary, but it is not ordinary. It seems familiar, but I don't know its name.

"Who are you?"

The woman asked sharply, and if she had an ice blade in every word, if she were an ordinary person, she might have turned around and disappeared in fright.

But the old man did not stop, his figure was now in the undulating grass, the bamboo hat on his head covered the frosty hair, the black veil covered the dead wood-like face, the dark cloth clothes wrapped around the rickety figure, and the black cloth shoes on his feet were dotted on the tips of the grass.

The old man put one hand behind his back, and the other hand supported the bamboo hat on his head, and then a hoarse voice came out under the black veil: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you hurry up and breathe this last breath of air." ”

The old man's voice was as weak as a dead wood that had lost its life and was as weak as it had fallen. But every word in his words, but there are verdant trees, not afraid of the wind, when he is proud of the heavens and the earth, he has such an arrogant atmosphere.

The Hate Building is famous in the world of cultivating immortals, and the killer among them has made many people frightened.

And now here the rat head and the rabbit head are the best of them.

The woman naturally couldn't be convinced, she always thought that she was hiding from the gods, and she was afraid of the ghosts, she said fiercely: "Look for death!"

The murderous aura in her eyes made the breeze around her dare not approach, and she seemed to have seen the scene of the old man's head being cut off.

The dagger in her hand flashed with a cold light, and she was about to raise the hand of sin in the silence of the night, when the old man, at some point, came behind her like a ghost. At some point, the old man had plunged the scimitar in his hand into the woman's heart.

There was even a moment when the woman didn't feel the abnormal pain in her heart.

The woman could only show fear and pain, and her body seemed to be unable to do anything but fall.

Who is this old man? Even the famous Gu Hai, who can't deal with the killer of the hate building so cleanly.

Although Fengyu didn't get hit, his heart was torn and painful, and although his body was weak, he still roared out an earth-shattering voice: "Luo Yu!"

Luo Yu's rabbit head mask slipped weakly into the grass. A face that captivated the country and the city, along with the body, fell powerlessly in this deserted deep mountain.

Her eyes were dripping with tears, and finally she was still looking at Fengyu stupidly, and she said with difficulty: "Hurry up...... Escape...""

Under the old man's veil, there was a pleasant laughter. He raised the red knife stained with Luo Yu's blood and slashed at Fengyu.

"Take your last breath in the world. ”

The old man's hoarse voice echoed in the empty mountains, and the night seemed to be darker, and no one knew what had happened here in this uninhabited place.

It's like the autumn frost outside people's eyes, quietly melting in the early sun.