This is a strange idea that suddenly bursts into the head of Melt even in an emergency.

Before going down the mountain, he was also put on a position by his own junior brother, and now this situation is obviously the master of the robbery, is it that he was born with the luck of being robbed when he came here?

Skimming the messy thoughts out of his head, it was a moment of crisis, and he hurriedly turned his head to look for it after he landed.

Finally, behind his right, he saw a man dressed in grass-gray clothing, leaning against the trunk of a thick tree. The color of this costume blends well with the surrounding environment, and if you don't look closely, you really can't find the existence of this person.

At this time, he held a round blade in his hand, in the shape of a circle, with a hollow center for the position of the handle, and the already sharp edge of the outer ring was densely covered with jagged barbs.

Obviously, what attacked him before was the strangely shaped magic weapon in front of him. And observing the fluctuations of spiritual power on this object, it is very easy for Du Rong, who has been to Yibaolou to see it, to distinguish that this is a high-grade talisman.

At the same time, a faint smell of blood entered Du Rong's nasal cavity, and he followed the smell to see two mutilated corpses lying on the ground.

The one who stands in the way and intercepts the killing.

Du Rong quickly defined the person in front of him, and now because of this dry grass valley, a large number of monks were attracted, and some of them felt that it was hopeless to compete with other high-ranking monks, so they shifted their goals to these monks who acted alone, doing some murderous and treasure hunting, and it was obvious that this person was one of them.

A spiritual sense swept in, and at the same time, it was also sensed by Du Rong, and with the fluctuation of spiritual power, it seemed that he was a monk of the ninth level of qi refining.

The gray-clothed monk looked gloomy, and looked at Du Rong with a puzzled face, wondering how this person with such a low cultivation level could find out in advance and avoid his secret sneak attack.

Then I stopped dwelling on this issue, and I didn't know who I was talking to.

muttered to himself: "I avoided the sneak attack of my Moon Arc Blade, I thought it was a big fish, but it turned out to be a garbage on the first level of Qi refining." It is estimated that he was born in ordinary martial arts before, so he has some special body skills, you don't need it, I will solve it casually, I am afraid that there will not be a few spirit stones on the body. ”

Sound transmission was originally a skill for monks to ensure that conversations between monks would not be heard by outsiders, but the gray-clothed monk said it loudly without any scruples, obviously this person had already melted the seemingly only one layer of qi refining in front of him as a dead person.

He said this, but it gave Du Rong an idea of the situation he was in now, and the distance that could be transmitted by this Qi Refining Cultivator's voice in front of him was not far, which meant that there were ambushes all around, and he stepped into the position where one of the accomplices was staying.

In terms of this person's strength that the ninth layer of qi refining is still equipped with a high-grade talisman, the cultivation of his accomplices is at least at the same level, and I don't know how many people there are.

"Whoosh!" Du Rong, who had already experienced a vicious fight, immediately made a decision, and without the slightest hesitation, he rushed towards the monk in front of him with an arrow, he knew that only by solving this person as quickly as possible could he break through before several people could close in.

If he turns around and runs now, even if the Friar can't catch up with him, he will call for others to outflank him.

Du Rong, who rushed towards the Greyfriar, did not use any magic skills at first, and stepped on the rugged woodland with a difficult trek.

The other party's gaze at him was full of sarcasm, a first-level Qi refining cultivator wanted to be a strong Qi refining ninth-level cultivator head-on, what was the difference between this and sending him to death.

This guy is not a fool, he doesn't know who he is when he first becomes a monk. But that's fine, saving yourself a little bit of a cat-and-mouse game with him, the Grey Friar thought.

"Since you are sincerely looking for death, then I will give you a good time, and remember that you have to be a ghost in the underworld!" the Grey Friar sneered.

At the same time, his right hand clasped his talisman called the Moon Arc Blade, injected a trace of spiritual power, and threw the round blade in his hand like a frisbee at the incoming Du Rong.

The round talisman rotated extremely fast as it flew, and its jagged blades made a "whining" sound as it cut through the air along its path.

Judging from this posture, as long as the flesh is touched, it has to be cut in two.

At this time, the distance between the two was less than ten zhang, and they both saw that the other party threw out the talisman in their hands, and secretly said "idiot". There was a flash of blue arcs on his body, converging on his legs, bursting with a crackling sound.

The speed suddenly increased several times, and at the same time, he stretched out his left hand to his waist, and touched the Black Thorn Shield, which he had bought with a lot of money and had not yet used it once, and finally had a chance to show it at this moment.

The shield, which was originally only the size of a copper coin, was fused with black spiritual power like a haircake, and it was like a haircake.

In an instant, it became the size of a grinding disc, and the raised tortoiseshell lines on the surface were clearly visible, exuding a wild atmosphere.

At the same time, the flying Moon Arc Blade was already in front of him, and the shield he held in his hand was slightly tilted to the side, swinging the impact surface into a very smooth curved surface.

The two surging talismans were unusually calm at the moment of collision, and the round blade was redirected to the side with a snort, until it sawed through the trunk of a thick tree before it was deeply embedded in the other.

The skills and theories learned from the profession of French riding in the game in the previous life are vividly integrated at this moment.

This overwhelming blow was defused so lightly, and the footsteps of the impact on Durong were not hindered even by the slightest.

From the sudden appearance of the Black Thorn Shield and the Moonarc Blade, it was bounced away with a heavy lift, but it happened between the lightning and flint.

Before the expression on the Friar's face could change from sarcasm to consternation, Du Rong had already deceived himself into front of him with the door wide open, holding a shield in his left hand and pointing a knife in his right hand, and stabbed it into the throat of the other party.

"Ice Cut!"

Du Rong's right palm was wrapped in a layer of frost in the blink of an eye, condensing into an ice spear, and the speed of his body under the bonus of thunder and lightning power could not be described in a simple fast word.

The movement was out of the Friar's dynamic vision, and before he could reach his chest with his hands to resist, the ice-melting right palm stabbed into the bare skin of his neck.

"Poof!" like a chopping sound, Du Rong's right hand completely penetrated the opponent's throat, and the palm wrapped in ice pierced the opponent's neck, and the blood stains on it were frozen into ice slag before they could emit warmth, as if they were coated with red paint.

It was only at this moment that the Greyfriar's face turned into a look of shock and despair, staring at the person he had despised a moment ago, but who had taken his life in an instant, but through this black gauze hat, he did not see the other party's appearance until he died.

His vocal cords were destroyed, and he could only make a slight "gurgling" sound, and the brilliance in his eyes quickly dissipated, and his body fell limply.

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