He spoke calmly.

But every word came into the ears of the three people, and there was a resolute meaning of the power meter.

I can't think of it.

It seems that as soon as this sentence is spoken, no matter what, he can't help but think that the status quo and change his determination to change the state.

Zhang Le didn't think that this old man was so calm, confessed to the wrong things he had done, and actually had a trace of admiration for the eternal old Tao in his heart.

It should be said that I am very admired.

What comes to mind is that he is so determined that he does not want to 'reveal' the identity and name of others.

His skills are not as good as others.

It's also true.

can't 'force' him, and if you want to come later, you can only find clues on your own. But it will be an arduous journey.

Of course, it definitely won't work.

Moreover, if he loses the important clue of the eternal old way, he is really not sure that he will be able to find another clue and find out those bad people one by one.

They all need to be figured out.

Zhang Le's thoughts were up and down at this time, and he really didn't know what to do.

If it's gone.

Doesn't that mood become a little uneasy again?

The names of those people cannot be asked from the eons of eternity; If not, what if you don't leave? Could it be that the old way will tell yourself?

Oh, yes.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and was a little excited.

What I thought in my heart: No matter what, presumably, the murderer who just killed the missing arm was also one of the murderers who destroyed my spiritual illusion. ”

"Since the old Tao has already said frankly, then I will find the murderer who killed the missing arm and 'force' him to say. Immediately, the 'spirit' was refreshed.

No leftovers.

At this time, Xiang Yongu said abruptly: "Okay." ”

"One day, when I Zhang Le has some self-cultivation exercises, I will definitely compete with you."

The words are vibrating, ringing into the ears, and the awe-inspiring power between the eyebrows is truly awe-inspiring.

'D rather.

The old man couldn't help but smile and praise: "It's a good thing that the young man has such ambitions, and the Divine Spirit Continent is also your world in the future." ”

So the three of them left the ruined temple.

It's dark at night, it's bleak at night.

And it's cold.

The dim light of the fire reflected on the pale face of the missing arm, which was moving.

It looks even paler, so white that it looks like ... It's a blank piece of paper, and there's not a trace of blood.

Thinking about it, the same is true.

But when I saw his gray eyes wide open, his eyes were not good... It's about to bulge out, and the originally sharp and cold gray 'color' eyes are also gray 'color' at this time.

……

But it lost that kind of stunned look.

A generation of iron-blooded heroes, a generation of swordsmen in the world.

I didn't think it would be so easy to die here!

Wan Gu looked at this cold corpse with a look in his eyes, and there was not the slightest expression in his eyes, nor did he have the slightest expression on his face.

Iron Mood.

Looking at this friend of decades, what his heart tasted.

It's not something that can be expressed with a single expression.

It can't be calmed down for a long time.

He slowly crouched down, his eyes staring directly at the wound in a daze.

The wound seemed to be bleeding.

The sword pierced the wound in the throat. However, the wound was about three centimeters long, and the wound was as thin as a thread.

If you don't look closely.

All of this seems to have a weird feeling.

If it weren't for the bright-eyed people, they would never have imagined that this would be a fatal wound.

The speed of this sword was too fast, and after piercing it, there was no blood flowing out, even the kind that said that the blood flowed like a river.

In the eyes of the people.

At the moment when the murderer slowly drew his sword out, the blood had been frozen by the other party, the spiritual power of the whole body had been dispersed, and the body would be stiff at this time.

Although it is said that this is hard-heartedness, there are always negligences and mistakes.

So the blood simply does not come out.

……

There are people on the Divine Spirit Continent who are so fast, accurate, vicious, and spicy.

Reiki Continent.

There are only two or three people who are faster than the ancient and old-fashioned way.

It's just a few people.

One of these two or three has already passed away, and this deceased person is, of course, Zixu.

Therefore, Wangu is still very powerful.

Then there are only two left, one is the owner of Guiyunzhuang - Dongfang Tian.

On the other side is the city lord of Baiyun City who is known for "the sky is full of 'flowers' and rain", the Oriental Sword Rain.

One of the two people is in Dragon City, and the other is in Baiyun City.

It's unimaginably powerful.

Dongfang Jianyu, the city lord of Baiyun City, has lived in Baiyun City for a long time, and it has not appeared on the Divine Spirit Continent for a long time.

There is news that has come out.

Daily gagging.

He's been in retreat.

There is nothing vivid about it.

It seems that 'desire' wants to practice the fastest swordsmanship.

So the White Cloud City Lord can be completely ignored,

Look at the width and length of the wound.

Width & Length......

It's really similar... It was his "Silver Dragon Sword" that stabbed it.

But the old way of eternity can't figure it out, why did Dongfang Tian kill the lone wolf?

It was at this time.

Outcry!

He was already aware of the slight footsteps behind him.

He turned around, and the small sound of the firelight was extinguished at this time.

As a result, the broken temple became a black world, so black that you couldn't see your five fingers, so black that even a master like the ancient old Taoist couldn't help but tremble, and his heartstrings became compact and different.

It makes people feel that tension is spreading at this time.

It was only because he suddenly saw a sword.

……

The silver-like light of this sword was so dazzling that in the woods where the brilliance of the moon and starlight could not shine in, it could still shine with a cold light that made people's eyes not open.

The cold light is pressing.

Eye-catching.

So he vaguely saw a black figure with propaganda at the entrance of the 'door' of the broken temple.

This figure is like a ghost in the dark sky.

It's like a huge wave.

Standing there quietly, unfazed.

There is no expression, and it is as calm as an ice sculpture, which is shocking.

There is no action.

It can be said that it is motionless.

The mood has been precipitated to the point that it is impossible to restrain itself, presumably, this is a natural reverie.

I don't know when he came, something like... It just came out of the dark of the night, and it was also respectable and not easy.

He's all black.

It's like charcoal.

It blends with the sky in this thick dark night, as if the center is the evil god sent by the sky in this dark night full of motives to kill people, specializing in taking people's "sex" in the black world.

The shock is not already.

After seeing the sword, the face of the old man changed dramatically.

But still maintaining a kind of composure that a generation of grandmasters should have, he said, "It's you? ”

(End of chapter)