Under the dim night sky, a white glow gradually emerged.

It's the last moment before dawn.

It symbolizes hope and new life.

But at this moment, in a bamboo forest, there is a despair that is so thick that it almost turns into substance......

and death.

Chizhou Ten Thousand Bamboo Forest, this is a very famous scenic spot in Chizhou.

In the earliest days, Wanzhulin was not a real bamboo forest, just a small piece of bamboo land. However, with the self-proclaimed old man of the bamboo forest, after the enlightenment of the round mirror, this place has gradually become a vast bamboo forest because of the footfall of the old man in the bamboo forest. Of course, there must be more than 10,000 bamboos here, "10,000" is just a virtual word in this, and it is used by the people of Chizhou to describe this bamboo forest land, but there are more people shouting, and the three words "10,000 bamboo forests" are gradually fixed.

At this time, in the depths of the bamboo forest, dozens of brightly colored jasper bamboos have been cleared, revealing a wide open space.

These jasper bamboos that have been cut off have smooth fractures, and if you look closely, you can also see that there is fresh bamboo juice at the fractures.

From this point of view, it can already be seen that the person who cut off these jasper bamboos not only has a divine weapon, but even the martial arts are definitely transcendent.

The dozen or so corpses that fell in the clearing of the bamboo forest are also good evidence: these people were all blocked by a sword, and there was no second injury on their bodies.

A man in a night suit stood in the middle of the bamboo forest, and the corpses were scattered around him, but he didn't even look at it, his eyes stared at a middle-aged man who was half-kneeling on the ground not far away, only half breathing.

The face of the man in the nightwalk was covered with a black mask, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes full of evil energy. The long sword he held in his right hand pointed at the ground, and there was no blood left on the blade, but the chill continued to spread out from the sword.

"Hand over the Bizhu book, I can be the master and spare your life."

The man who was half-kneeling on the ground was a burly and majestic middle-aged man.

In terms of size, this bear-like middle-aged man obviously has a strong physique and talent. But now, he was covered in blood and half kneeling on the ground, his cloak looked extremely embarrassed, a steel knife in his hand had been broken, and the right hand holding the knife had fallen down, as if he had been greatly injured, no matter how much his left hand was covered, he couldn't stop the blood from his right shoulder from flowing out.

"Who the hell are you!" A flash of horror flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he still shouted, "I'm the ...... of the Tai'an Zhao family."

"What about the Tai'an Zhao family?" The man in black stared at him and said coldly, "If you are from Mu Wangfu, then I may still have a few scruples." It's just a Tai'an Zhao family, I haven't paid attention to it yet. Hurry up and hand over the Bizhu book, and maybe I can let you go while I'm in a good mood now. ”

As if he was startled by the arrogance of the man in black, the middle-aged man's face became extremely ugly, but soon his eyes became extremely firm: "Bizhushu, even if I destroy it, I will never hand it over to you!" ”

After that, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his hand, but he slapped an object similar to bamboo to the ground.

"You dare!" The man in black suddenly stepped out.

But no matter how fast he was, he still couldn't compare to this middle-aged strong man.

After the bamboo-like turquoise object in his hand was slapped on the ground by his palm, the strength of his palm was spit out, and the strength of his hand was suddenly pressed, and this piece of emerald green and lovely jade bamboo was immediately shattered into countless powders.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the man in black suddenly looked cold: "You are looking for death!" ”

The sword qi of the long sword in his hand suddenly spit out, and a milky white sword wind broke through the air, penetrating the chest of the middle-aged strong man in an instant, and a puff of blood mist exploded directly on his back and spilled to the ground. In all the blood sprayed out, there was actually condensed frost, and the terrifying wounds on the middle-aged man's chest and back were even more cold.

Hit hard by this, everyone knows that it is obviously impossible for this strong man to live.

However, there was no cowardice in his eyes, only a kind of firmness and ease: "I didn't expect it...... The dignified people of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect actually ......"

Because of the black veil, he couldn't see what the face of the man in black was, but his increasingly cold gaze fully showed that his mood at the moment was not as easy as when he killed all these people before.

"Who!" The man in black suddenly turned his head suddenly, and the long sword in his hand swung at the same time, and another sword qi broke out of the air.

But at this moment, a mist filled the ground in the bamboo forest.

The fog came very suddenly, almost suddenly, without even the slightest warning. And this mist is obviously not an ordinary mist, not only is this mist just gradually rolling on the ground, and it does not diffuse into the air, but even the sky-breaking sword qi cut out by the man in black is also across more than ten meters, and the moment he crashes into this mist, it is like a stone sinking into the sea.

Even if the man's strength is not too strong, and his strength will weaken after being more than ten meters away from his body, it will never be completely eliminated without even being able to separate the mist.

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes became solemn: "Ghost cultivator? ”

"It's just a child, so why bother." As if in response to the question of the man in black, a clear voice came from the bamboo forest.

As the voice fell, a young man in a strange costume walked out of the bamboo forest with a calm face.

The reason why it is said to be a fancy dress is because the clothes on the young man's body are completely out of place with his surroundings. It was a short coat that the man in black had never seen before, some of which looked like the coarse linen clothes worn by ordinary people, but it was obviously not the case in terms of material, it was a material that was very soft and comfortable at a glance. And his legs are also wearing a pair of trousers of strange fabric, which also does not show any material.

But for some reason, such a strange appearance fell in the eyes of the man in black, but the young man's whole person showed a strange calmness and confidence.

The man in black cautiously took a few steps back, avoiding the mist that was apparently spreading as the young man moved.

The identity of the young man's ghost cultivator has obviously been determined by him.

He might be able to easily kill more than a dozen people around him, and even the middle-aged man who had entered the seventh layer of the Xuan could easily kill him. However, this strength does not mean that he can solve the ghost cultivator in front of him, it is a completely different cultivation system and targeted power, unless he can step into the realm of Tongxuan, then he will have the strength to fight with the ghost cultivator, otherwise even if he thinks that his strength is not weak, he will not be able to deal with a lowest-level ghost cultivator.

What's more, the ghost cultivator in front of him knew at a glance that it was definitely not an ordinary ghost cultivator.

Thinking of this, the man in black also had an idea.

I saw him glance sideways and quickly glance behind this ghost cultivator, and sure enough, he saw a child whose face had been turned white with fright.

The child's clothes were very tattered, and his little face was dirty, and even his hair was stuck in knots, and he looked like a beggar. Although they may only look like they are six or seven years old, in fact any beggar is much older than they look, after all, their emaciation is only due to stunting caused by poor nutrition.

The man in black didn't think much about it, his body suddenly moved, and he quickly swept towards the beggar with an arrow step.

The distance of less than thirty meters was only a matter of moments for the man in black.

The gray mist that spread out quickly divided under the flying of the man in black, like a burning knife cutting into butter.

The sword in his hand, under the control of the man in black, was also quickly dyed with a layer of misty qi, which was the aura of Xuan Jin's dependence, as long as his mind moved, he could swing the sky-breaking sword qi to hurt and kill the enemy. In the case of this beggar, even if he did not have the intention to kill, as long as he was swept by this sword qi, his fate would definitely not be much better, and he himself could quickly get out of the range of this mist with the speed of this forward sweep, and then escape into the bamboo forest and leave quickly.

He may not be able to deal with this ghost cultivator, but it is still easy to kill this beggar.

And it is true that there can be no witnesses left for tonight's events.

"Well, why do you bother?" A sigh rang out beside the man in black.

This sudden change made the man in black look change greatly, and the power in his hand was unbalanced for a while, so he couldn't wait to wave towards the ghost cultivator next to him.

However, as he had guessed before, with his strength as a Transcendent Realm, it was impossible for him to get the slightest bit of this ghost cultivator: the sky-breaking sword qi that was enough to tear ordinary people apart, but it didn't even penetrate the body of this ghost cultivator, and it was swallowed and decomposed by the endless gray mist on the ground.

"Your imitation of the unique frost sword qi of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect has some merit, except for those who have been immersed in the frost sword technique for decades, ordinary people really can't tell the truth at a glance." The young ghost cultivator opened his mouth and said, "Actually, you are a member of the Immortal Sect. ”

Not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

The man in black showed a look of horror in his eyes: "You...... Who the hell is it!? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I gave you a chance." The young man looked helpless, "This gray fog, even I can't fully control it, what is the difference between you crashing into it like this and the flying insects that pounce on the cobwebs?" ”

As if to prove the words of the young ghost cultivator, the gray mist, which originally seemed harmless, suddenly became extremely fierce: all the gray mist swirled around the man in black, just like the silk spit out by the spring silkworm wrapped the man in black quickly, and only the intermittent screams of the man in black could be heard vaguely, but the sound quickly became weak.

It was only a few breaths before and after, and when the gray mist like a silkworm cocoon dispersed again, the man in black who had been wrapped in it had long since disappeared, and even the black clothes he was wearing had disappeared completely.

The gray mist that spread out again seemed to be a little nervous towards the beggar next to him, but this time it was controlled by the young ghost cultivator's great will, so that the beggar did not follow in the footsteps of the man in black.

The young ghost cultivator looked at the corpses all over the ground in the bamboo forest, and sighed helplessly: "There is blood in the ten thousand bamboo forests...... Sure enough, it started. Speaking of this, the young ghost cultivator glanced at the fragment of the destroyed Bizhushu and the man in black who was now considered to have no bones, and said, "It's just that it seems to be a little different from the original script." ”

At this moment, the young ghost cultivator felt that the corner of his clothes was gently pulled.

When I turned around, I saw that the beggar was gently pulling the corner of his clothes, but he seemed to be afraid of soiling his clothes, so he was extra cautious.

"You're not afraid?" The young ghost cultivator spoke.

"I'm afraid." Unexpectedly, the beggar replied, although his eyes were panicked, but there was not much fear on his face.

"Then you're not leaving?"

This time, the beggar didn't answer, but pinched the small piece of clothes he was holding tightly.

Sighing softly, the young ghost cultivator spoke, "Follow me, you will be more dangerous." ”

There was a brightness in the beggar's eyes: "I'm not afraid!" ”

"Okay." Ghost Xiu shook his head helplessly, "My name is Ye Kong." ”

As soon as the words fell, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, although there was no rainstorm, only a thunderclap, but the thunder continued for a long time and did not stop.

It's as if this world has also recognized the identity and origin of the young ghost cultivator.

"Well, this time, it's really completely different from the script." The young ghost cultivator, or Ye Kong, glanced at the beggar, and couldn't help but smile on his face, as if he suddenly remembered something, so he said again: "So, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?" ”