He didn't understand.

I don't understand either.

The other party's sword was still stuck in the tree in the distance, so how did the sword that pierced his chest come about?

He lay down on the ground full of dead branches, barely holding his head up.

The pain in his chest had swept through his mind, so much so that his vision began to blur.

And in this blur, he saw the sword in his chest.

At the same time, he also saw the man in front of him.

"For....why..".

Every word he spoke, it tore the wound in his chest.

But even though he felt the pain deep into his bone marrow, he still had to ask this sentence.

He wanted to know where this pale blue sword came from.

Su Wushi ignored the doubtful gaze of the dying man.

He first straightened his hair and then cleaned the branches and leaves of his clothes.

Finally, when he reached out and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, he snorted coldly.

"You didn't die at my hands, you died at your own speed!"

After speaking, I saw him purse his lips and spit out the salty blood in his mouth to the side.

He didn't look at the person below again, but walked into the distance, and after retracting the Yunshui Sword, he walked in the direction of the town.

And when his figure disappeared into this pine forest, the light blue sword on Dai Tiansu's chest turned into a puff of green smoke and dissipated between heaven and earth.

But at this time, this master disciple of the Divine Shadow Sect was already dead.

……………..

Beyond the moonlit forest, a black and white figure came to the thatched hut again.

As before, when his footsteps stepped on the thatch on the roof, he did not leave directly, but gasped.

After touching his chest, the corners of Su Wushi's eyes tightened, and he sensed pain.

He squinted, turned his head, and looked at the pine forest behind him, and said with a lingering palpitation

"If I hadn't gotten this nameless swordsmanship on Immortal Island, I'd be afraid that I would have died~."

In fact, when he was chasing in the town before, he already knew that his speed was much slower than that of the other party.

And after entering the woods, the opponent's legs are exquisite, and the combos are endless, so he only has the power to parry.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that to deal with such a hand-to-hand battle, the three feet of yin and yang was the best restraint method.

It's just that although the effect of this move is similar to that of the Golden Bell Jar, the cost is huge.

Therefore, he didn't dare to guarantee that if he used this move in the first battle, the other party would have other killing moves.

This is also why, when the two of them fight to the climax, he will use the three-foot yin and yang.

As for the last sword, it was a fluke.

In fact, he had already seen that the other party was making radical words in the end, and wanted him to fight the enemy with gossip.

However, how could he not know that the Bagua Palm is actually a close-range palm and cannot be attacked from a distance. In addition, his legs are longer than his hands, and if he really performs this set of palm techniques, I am afraid that his hands will die before they touch the other party.

He heard the meaning of the other party's words, and knew that with this last move, the other party's speed would definitely be very fast.

That's why he pretended to use the Baguazhang, which really condensed the sword in the nameless swordsmanship.

In fact, he had practiced this powerful technique for a long time.

But he could only condense a sword, which was far from the realm of ten thousand swords flying together described in the dossier.

He thought that such a sword should not be of much use.

Unexpectedly, in today's battle, this sword saved his life.

He didn't in the end

He didn't use any sharp sword moves, just stabbed forward.

Therefore, the last sentence he said was not intended to mock the other party.

Because, Dai Tiansu rushed to his sword by himself.

The Divine Movement Technique was indeed very fast, and Dai Tiansu, who was so fast that he was using this technique with all his might, had already lost control of his speed.

Otherwise, how could he use his body to meet this sword.

Su Wushi shook his head, turned his face back, and stopped looking at the woods behind him.

He frowned and looked at the central area of the town in the distance, where there were already bursts of fire.

Billowing smoke began to pour into the sky from all corners of the town.

He knew he had been delayed for too long.

Then I saw his toes tap the thatch under his feet, and once again turned into a black and white figure, heading towards the place where the fire overflowed.

……………………..

………

In a dark, silent, and unattended street under the moonlight, I saw a bald little monk with a young face struggling to control the reins in his hand and control the horses under his crotch.

And behind the black steed, connected is a carriage.

This was actually the first time the little monk rode a horse, and he rode a horse in a carriage.

He didn't know why his master had let him ride the horse, or why he had to come to drive the carriage.

He only knew that since the master said so, then he would do it.

However, when he heard another roar from the street next door, his heart trembled again.

He turned his head and looked at the red curtain behind him.

He didn't understand why the master would let him drive away from the crowd, or why the master wouldn't let him go to war.

The Buddha's Wuxiang brothers, many teachers and nephews, and a few of his good friends were fighting, but he was always walking around the streets, avoiding the crowds.

In fact, whenever he heard the sound of a battle in the distance, he wanted to help.

However, just as he looked back, the man behind the red curtain spoke.

"Let's go inside, don't stop~".

The voice coming out of the curtain was very soft and kind.

The little monk opened his mouth with an expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

But in the end, he still didn't say the doubts that had reached his mouth.

He just nodded, and after an 'oh', he turned around and continued driving, heading ahead.

……………………..

At this moment.

Shi Wuwei is still fighting with the man in black, in the streets and houses, and his life and death are unknown.

Su Wushi had just finished the battle and was flying to help.

The little monk was driving the carriage towards the silent and dark street, moving slowly.

Meanwhile.

On the square in the center of Nanyang Town, the brutal battle is still continuing.

In the midst of the raging flames, the body of the Horse-Faced King had turned into the fuel of the flames, illuminating the darkness.

In fact, as early as twenty-five years ago, when Niu Tou Ma Mian was only the altar master of the two sub-altars of Zoroastrianism, he had fought with Wang Zhengnan.

It's just that they were no longer Wang Zhengnan's opponents at that time, let alone today, twenty-five years later.

One of the Zoroastrian double protectors has died, and the only remaining left protector is the Red Head Bull Demon, which has already been defeated under Wang Zhengnan's continuous attacks.

However, just as Wang Zhengnan slapped three palms at the body of this left protector, a strange sound of yin and yang resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Hahaha, Wang Daochang, long time no see~".

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