Shang Hong's matching sword is a dark long sword with dark blue tassels falling. When he hangs silently by his side, he is like a dormant fierce beast, waiting for an opportunity to move. This sword has accompanied Shang Hong in tens of thousands of battles and has been undefeated. Shang Hong named it Nightmare.

Nightmares come out, and they don't die.

The nightmare came out of its sheath, and with the black light before the dead silence came, Shang Hong circled the enemy's rear with lightning speed. The long sword swept flat, striking at the last man in black with Ling Ling's sword intent, and with a muffled snort, he was already slashed at the waist, and his body was in a different place.

Shang Hong stood coldly, his bottomless eyes squinted slightly, staring at the front of him, where his eyes swept, the man in black felt as if his clothes were burned, and he couldn't stop trembling. Shang Hong is like the battlefield Shura, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

Zhong Yu saw that the enemy was already weak, so he shuttled through the enemy with his sword, striking left and right, and the black-clothed people only had time to fight separately to resist the sudden intrusion of the cold sword light. In the blink of an eye, he disrupted the enemy's formation, and he had a large number of personnel, but he could not be crushed by absolute strength. The number one killer organization in the world, the first and second leaders of the Hades Mansion, the nightmarish existence of people in the rivers and lakes, how can ordinary people in the rivers and lakes resist one or two?

Seeing that the opponent's fighting spirit had collapsed, Shang Hong also joined the battle circle, and most of it had been solved without blood on his clothes and shoes. In the end, only three people were left to fight to the end, and there were still some catties and twos, but they persevered.

Shang Hong smiled evilly, he hadn't moved his muscles and bones for too long, and he was also interested. Leave one person for Zhong Yu to solve, and the remaining two will fight in person. The nightmare turned the body into a sword, and a dark afterimage was drawn in the air, hitting a person's chest directly, and the speed was unavoidable. The man only had time to avoid the vital point, and blocked it with his arm, and the sword qi broke his arm at the shoulder, and suddenly the blood was like a note, and he screamed again and again. The other man saw that his companion had lost his strength in battle, and he ran away. How can he run past Shang Hong, who incarnated as a nightmare Shura, Shang Hong looked at it coldly, like looking at a waste, he thought that he could resist one or two, practice his hands, but he never thought that it was also a pus. The long sword was thrown, pierced through the chamber, and the life was like a mustard, and then it returned to the master's hand, and the nightmare whispered, as if inviting merit and pet.

Shang Hong looked at Zhong Yu's side, the two had been fighting for hundreds of rounds, the sword light and sword shadow, and he could see that the man in black was at the end of the crossbow, his chest, arms, and thighs, all of them were spared, he had been stabbed several times, and the blood was not stopping, the sword qi was a little weaker than before, and his movements were also slowed down a lot. This Zhong Yu is actually playing with people like rats.

He took out a black handkerchief, gently wiped the nightmare, his voice was low and cold, and he spoke leisurely:

"Fight quickly, leave a living."

Zhong Yu obeyed the order and swung his last sword at the ankle of the man in black, and a scream resounded through the sky, and the man's tendon was broken, and it fell to the ground like a rag.

The man with the broken arm and the man with the broken leg wailed and rolled on the ground.

Shang Hong's expression was impatient, and Zhong Yu hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Who sent it, explain honestly, and suffer less." ”

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

Two black marks flew in the distance, and the dark wind carried the boy's hair and went straight to the chest of the wailing man on the ground. The dart exposed half of the body, flashing with a faint green light, quenching poison!

Zhong Yu secretly said that it was not good to squat down to investigate, and he was already silent, and he was dying.

"Now that you're here, why don't you show up?" Shang Hong stared at the direction in which the dart was shot. There were many shadows of the trees, and the branches were luxuriant, except for the rustling of the broad leaves, there was no eyebrow to be seen.

"Hahaha, the old body is still afraid of you, the hairy boy who has not dried up." A black shadow flashed out, and in an instant, it had moved in front of Shang Hong and Zhong Yu, still in black clothes and black faces, the difference was that it was just like that, and it was a little more dangerous than the previous person. Shang Hong glanced at Zhong Yu and asked him to be more vigilant. The speed of the person coming, the depth of the skill, no accident is still above himself, I am afraid that it is a hidden dragon.

", this is not a place where a small shrimp and millet can come." The man in black only had a pair of eagle eyes left, and those eyes were scorching, implying murderous intent. If it weren't for the jealousy of the forces behind Shang Hong, so as not to kill the little one and provoke the crazy revenge of the entire Firmament Pavilion, according to his past behavior, Shang Hong would have been a dead man at this time.

Shang Hong didn't say anything more, and drew his sword to face each other. His actions showed his determination to investigate one side no matter what, for the sake of the recently disappeared corpses, for the sake of the entire village of missing villagers. Those who practice martial arts should eliminate violence and be peaceful, Shang Hong thought.

"Ignorant child." The last trace of patience of the man in black was exhausted, and he swung out a palm, with a strong internal force, and attacked Shang Hong so straight and arrogant, Shang Hong flashed quickly to the right, and the palm wind followed like an eye.

Heavenly Yin Ghost Shadow Palm!

Tianyin Dafa, practice to the best, in order to practice this Tianyin ghost shadow palm. A palm sacrifice, like a shadow, does not stand or break, must be a real attack on the opponent, before giving up, the most insidious and difficult.

Shang Hong's expression was cloudy, even if he was the Tianyin Sect Master, he was afraid that he had not practiced this Tianyin Ghost Shadow Palm. Tianyin is there still such an old monster? I really underestimated them before.

Thinking about the reason, knowing that it was inevitable to avoid it, Shang Hong restrained his mind, gathered all his internal forces into a cover, and the transparent defensive qi wall surrounded himself thoroughly, everything was ready, and Shang Hong stopped his galloping figure. The roaring palm wind behind him had also followed, not giving it half a chance to breathe.

"Bang!"

The Heavenly Yin Ghost Shadow Palm and the protective air shield hit head-on, and the deafening sound resounded through the sky, and a dazzling white light rose up, making it impossible for others to see the man in the center of the light cluster clearly.

Shang Hong, who was in the center of the explosion, only felt his qi and blood churning, and that day the Yin Ghost Shadow Palm broke through the protective shield and hit his chest directly, he seemed to hear the sound of his ribs cracking, and the severe pain made him sweat coldly. And at such a critical moment, Shang Hong caught a trace of sword intent, and the man in black beat the water dog, made up for it, and hit it directly in the abdomen, and came to disembowel.

Shang Honglian was greatly injured, no matter how tenacious his body was, he finally fell to the ground and passed out. Before fainting, he vaguely saw the man in black flying away, carrying Zhong Yu under his armpit.

"Call the old immortal of your family to come over, or I will take the life of this little dog." The man in black left cruel words, and after a few whirls in the forest, he disappeared, and Shang Hong finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When Shang Hong woke up again, it was already the middle of the night. The beast roared in his ears, his cool nose touched his face, and at a moment and a half in the evening, Shang Hong became the food in his belly. Shang Hong propped up his broken body and slashed at the foraging beast with a sword. After a simple stop to the bleeding, he rushed back to the inn, and with the last bit of strength, he came to Nian Xiaojiao's room. I don't know why, the injury has been so far, and I can only feel at ease when I return to Nian Xiaojiao.

Shang Hong's thoughts returned to the white dove in front of him from his memories, how happy it is to be a white dove, soaring in the sky, carefree and worry-free. He got up and came to the window, surrounded by distant mountains, thick and colorful, what lurked there? He thought he had seen through the game, but he didn't know that he was still outside.

Shang Hong restrained his emotions and came to the cloudy room.

"Here we are." Tianyin sat at the table, poured two glasses of Fenjiu, and handed one to Shang Hong.

Shang Hong sat down and drank it all.

"You are with us every day, thinking that you have no time to do anything, and that you have sent others to be inadequate. Those human lives thought that they had nothing to do with the Tianyin Sect. Recently, the secret guards I sent out have all gone and never returned. I guessed which old monster was coming. Shang Hong unceremoniously took the wine jug, poured a glass, changed his previous heroism, and took a sip.

"Have you seen him?" The Tianyin Sect Master was silent and then continued: "Your injury, judging by his methods, is what he did. I can't do what he wants. ”

"Who is he?" Shang Hong asked the purpose of this trip and who he was.

"There is a feast in the world, go, say goodbye to the little girl for me." Tianyin drank the wine at hand: "Take care of that girl." ”

"Sky Yin senior." Shang Hong was unwilling and wanted to ask.

"He's an old friend of your father." The face of the Heavenly Yin Sect Master had been restored for several days. It's just that he is a little reluctant to leave, and he is not the same, and goodbye is hostile.

I don't know if it was because he was overthinking or because the wine was too strong, Shang Hong felt a headache, and he gently softened the acupuncture points on both sides, only to relieve it a little.

"Old man in the sky!" Nian Xiaojiao's voice was crisp at this time, looking at Shang Hong, who was not very energetic and was rubbing her head, she stepped forward to investigate: "What's wrong with you?" What about the old man? ”

Shang Hong pulled Nian Xiaojiao over, he sat with her standing, hugged her waist and buried his head in her arms.

Nian Xiaojiao was startled and struggled, but she couldn't break free of a man's strong arms.

Shang Hong tightened the person in his arms: "Don't move." Just a little bit. ”

The voice was hoarse, a little tired, a little fragile. is unusually cold, today's Shang Hong is a little distressed, and some want to guard.

Nian Xiaojiao stopped struggling, and wanted to touch the shoulder of the person in her arms with one hand, but she felt inappropriate. He had already lifted it, but he still gently placed it at his side. At this moment, the world is very quiet, and you can hear the other party's heartbeat, plopping and plopping. At this moment, the sun was very warm, so warm that Nian Xiaojiao's cheeks were red.

After a while, Shang Hong sorted out his emotions and let go of Nian Xiaojiao. She felt that half of her own heart was separated from him, and it was empty at this moment.

"It's a girl." Shang Hong was full of apologies.

"The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are informal, and there is no hindrance. But what happened? Nian Xiaojiao actually wanted to ask what happened yesterday.

Shang Hong walked to the window, outside the window is the small courtyard of the inn, a big locust tree that two people can't hold together is on the side of the yard, the roots are intertwined, and the inn is as old as the dragon clock.

"Behold, the man who left by the locust tree."

Nian Xiaojiao stepped forward and looked at the things they were holding: "Recently, there have been a lot of white things to buy. ”

"One day at a time."

"Why?"

"Because of the golden holy sword."