Losing too much blood, coupled with the fact that he had spent almost all his strength after the final blow, Yan Guiren maintained his body with a lonely gun and fell into a stupor.

The wind blows away the dust and smoke.

Sensing that the target was not in the right state, the Lord of the Broken Pole Suspension Bridge almost came with his front and back feet, and the wind that had been secretly helping to cut off the tree where the night bird was located moved with a sword, and flashed out.

A mysterious swordsman with white clothes and white hair and a red sword bag appeared beside Yan Guiren, first raising his hand to seal his knot, so as not to arouse the instinct of the warrior, and then cutting off the blood veins to stop the bleeding for him.

In the course of the battle just now, Yan Guiren had almost no chance to deal with his wounds, and at this time, he was about to fall backwards.

Keeping in mind Qu Shitu's explanation, Feng accompanied him to stabilize the Guwen gun with one hand, and turned around to carry Yan Guiren on his shoulder, preparing to send this sturdy man all the way back to the hut placed next to the tomb of Princess Zhuyi.

Before leaving, Feng accompanied him to take a look at the corpse of the night bird on the ground. used to be the same killer, one person sank, one person was liberated, after all, they were together, and it was inevitable that the rabbit would die and the fox would be sad.

The red sword bag moved slightly, the sword wind howled, and a crack was cut on the ground on the side, and the mysterious swordsman stomped his foot, the crack expanded, and the wind swept the corpse into the earth, and then the dust was kicked up, filling it together with the leaves.

The fate is like this, killing people and killing people is inevitable; When the night bird is dying, it can be draped in a coffin, which can be regarded as a soul returning to the underworld, so as not to expose the corpse to the wilderness.

Of course, this also created a certain degree of difficulty for the later sworn brothers of the Night Bird to try to find the corpse.

The valley near the Pingshui Cave, something happened here.

The lonely lamp fell, and the indigo feather wind lotus finished sending the silence extinguishing knife and was saying goodbye.

There is nothing difficult in the vortex of ice and snow, Naraku Night Night meets Yuan'er, and layers of falling snow sweep away the whereabouts of the two people and a stone statue.

……

Twilight.

Set the dark woods outside the nest.

After Du Fanglin's ontological consciousness switched from the "trumpet" back to the main tuba, the avatar who remained in the distance also opened his eyes.

The true "one person and three transformations" can make the ontology separate into two "avatars" with the same personality and exist independently.

The "incarnation" that Du Fanglin separated, in addition to the short time of training, the instability of the incarnation and the inability to use force, also copied the "personality and memory" of the ontology.

After opening his eyes, "Du Fanglin" received the return instruction left by his own body, and immediately turned into a light and shadow...... But an independent personality has its own set of ways of judging things.

This avatar's feelings are obviously richer, and he first followed the knife plague who left the woods halfway to confirm that she had followed the hints in her mind and went to a certain river before she was relieved to withdraw.

Then the light and shadow turned to the vortex of ice and snow halfway, looked at the condensing crystal flower, and then dug the pile of corpses frozen into ice mounds in the snow, confirmed that Naraku's night snack was safe and sound, and left with peace of mind......

If it weren't for the fact that the lonely lamp and the flat water cave were not in the same direction as the ice and snow vortex, this "incarnation king" would have made sure the safety of all the people affected by this incident one by one, so that he could go back with peace of mind.

The light and shadow greeted the sunset, and even "accidentally" shifted to the direction of Langmei Mountain for a moment.

God, it's really getting dark.

Fortunately, the "Avatar Gentleman" also understood his instability, and the light and shadow faced the sunset, regretfully stopping all kinds of thoughts.

Otherwise, Du Fanglin will have to wait until tomorrow to wait for his "incarnation".

He left Leng Feng Wanyue, found a nearby trade road, and walked half a mile along the main road, which was a grass pavilion for travelers to rest on the roadside.

Du Fanglin sat in the grass pavilion, blowing the wind, and watched the smoke rising from the nearby villages boredly.

Why hasn't the avatar come back yet...... I'm afraid that he has practiced a pirated version of "one person, three modernizations", and he will have the opportunity to "ask for advice" in the future.

"The North?" Du Fanglin remembered the problem mentioned by the lonely Hou. Regarding the "Sky Thunder Split", starting from the blackening of the shower and the killing of half of the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak, this is what happened in the plan. But at that time, he had to let himself live his life first before he could move on. Now that the follow-up and the future are basically dealt with, he can finally have his hands free and talk to karma and fate.

It is normal that the "direction" should not be in the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak, and the "Heaven and Earth Man" sealing formation blessed on the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak should have offset part of the cause and effect, and his sword is also helping to sort out the leylines of the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak in place of "himself" to forgive his sins.

God sees it in his eyes, so it is Qu Shitu who comes to the door, not the Brahma page book with his fist.

However, why is his most dangerous position "north"? Closely related to this place name are ......

"Northern Regions, Beichen Dynasty, Feng Shui Forbidden Land, and ......" Earth Lung Casting Platform, the culprit is born in Shower.

Looking up at the sky, well, the avatar is still running on the road.

Du Fanglin simply crossed his fingers and crossed the air, calling the blue bird with him...... Fat pigeons.

The big pigeon flapped its wings and hovered in front of the grass pavilion, once again taking on the heavy responsibility of delivering the letter. Du Fanglin thought about what he wanted to write, and directly condensed it into words and threw it into a peach blossom. The fat pigeon pecked forward, put the petals in its mouth, turned around and flickered its wings and headed north, and soon disappeared into a black dot in the twilight sky...... The dots suddenly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and under Du Fanglin's gaze, they circled around the sky from north to south, and the "coo" pigeon flew back to the grass pavilion with peach blossoms.

What do you mean?

Pigeon I??

The dove was silent, flapping its wings and flying to the top of the pavilion.

Du Fanglin was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized that something was wrong!

On the top of the pavilion, I don't know when there was a dark person on his back and knees. The man was dressed in black, wearing a gray-fur cloak, with black hair and half-loose hair, and a brown headband on his shoulders as a forehead, so that the excess hair would not block his half-open and half-closed eyes.

He deliberately kept a black and stiff beard dregs, barely blocking the fair-skinned baby face under the beard, raised his hand and bit the cork of the wine bag with his teeth, and raised his other hand to catch the peach blossom petals thrown by the fat pigeon.

What makes Du Fanglin feel wrong is the aroma of wine...... And the weight!

Say it's too late, then it's too fast—

There was a "boom", and the top of the grass pavilion collapsed.

A black light was heavy, pressing directly on the top of Du Fanglin's head.

Du Fanglin raised his hand and slapped the bench he was sitting on, the bench turned a corner, and while leading people to change directions, he resisted the black light of unknown origin...... It was a black iron sword box, hollowed out on all sides, and you could vaguely see two sharp weapons, one long and one short, in the box.

The wooden stool cracked with a click.

The sword box slid forward, and the force behind it took advantage of the momentum, causing this heavy iron to tilt upwards and beat Du Fanglin to face the door.

Raising his sleeves to differentiate his strength, Du Fanglin pointed at the same time, and resisted the end of the sword box at the critical moment to avoid the misfortune of the front teeth falling out.

At this time, through the hole in the roof of the grass pavilion, he could see a hand against the other end of the sword box, and the bad behavior of this person pressing his whole body weight on the sword box, he hung upside down in the air, and raised his head to catch the wine that fell from the palm of his hand.

"Drink—" with a loud shout.

The shower urged again, and the sword box sank another inch, forcing the person on the opposite side out of the grass pavilion.

It's okay to fight and kill, but it's not right to destroy the pavilion that the villagers have worked so hard to build.

Shower Yusheng brought a mess of dead grass into the grass pavilion from the top, and the two of them did not leak any energy during the process of fighting through the sword box, and the overall structure of the pavilion was not destroyed.

As soon as he stepped out of the grass pavilion, Du Fanglin still had time to twist his fingers with the other hand, and the blades of grass hung in the air, and they were rolled back to the pavilion again in the sound of the wind, mending the gap of one person's thickness.

Of course, the corner of the crumbling bench can't be glued back.

"Ha ......" Shower Yusheng let the blades of grass float in the air, and his palm swirled to urge the sword box sharp weapon. The two sword qi penetrated through the box in an instant, one left a bloody mark on the side of Du Fanglin's neck, and the other cut off a trace of white hair on his ear, and under the traction of the qi machine, it flew back into Yu Yusheng's hand, "You are dead!" ”

Lao Tie announced the verdict in court.

…… Okay, the robbery in the north is definitely related to the "man-made disaster" in front of you.

"You've left the North." Du Fanglin didn't move, still holding two fingers against one end of the sword box, and looked at the white hair in the palm of Shower Yusheng's palm.

The white hair was windless and lit up a puff of flames. Shower was taken aback and quickly let go, only to realize that it was an illusion. And the strand of hair has been on the ground for a moment, and it has really turned into ashes.

"The ban you issued is aimed at 'Nian Buping', what does it have to do with me's 'Shower Rain'?"

Shower snorted. In the past hundred years, he has been in Fuyan Mountain for a long time, and his mind has been affected by the formation situation unconsciously, and he has accidentally misrecognized many things.

For example, Lao Tie and Lao Du are really good friends or something, and they also founded a magazine together...... God knows that the magazine was indeed created by him, but it has nothing to do with the surname Du!

"Now, are you a 'Heavenly Caster' or a 'Rainstormer'?" Du Fanglin continued to ask.

The casting hand represents the inheritance of the Yanshan casting method, and the mind that has been fooled and lame. Shower Yusheng means that "Nian Ping" has really decided to let go of the past, no longer obsessed with the evil single front, and is willing to continue the "wrong" path and welcome a new life.

"Sizzle...... Why can I understand, Shower Yusheng showed a toothache expression, "If I am no longer the 'Heaven Casting Hand', is it a weapon in this box, and you don't plan to ask for it?" ”

"Huh......?"

- Did "Du Fanglin" ever customize a weapon to the Heaven Caster?

Du Fanglin suddenly felt as if he had watched a few episodes less.

As soon as he was distracted, the fingers that were holding the sword box immediately hurt. The opposite side exerted another force, and the invisible sword qi surrounded the sword box, cutting his fingers, and the blood beads dipped into the box, which was absorbed by the sharper short sword.

With a "ding" sound, Du Fanglin snapped his fingers and flicked the sword box, and the Confucian Zhenyuan poured in all of them mercilessly, shattering the layers of sword qi, and counterattacking the rain through the hollow box.

Confucianism uses force to suppress people!

The vast True Yuan is like a wind and clouds, first shattering the sword qi, and then using the fine edge to counterattack the opponent. Shower Yusheng was in a hurry for a while, and directly withdrew the sword box, turned his hand back, and paused on the ground with a muffled sound.

Like an ice crack, it spread from the place where the sword box was suddenly spread to all directions, which was the aftermath of the confrontation.