Qin Huai looked at the red rain in front of him, and then looked at the pale and evil face that was less than a few feet, as if he saw that the scattered corpses were about to be accompanied, only to see that the palm of his hand was pinched, the green tendons swelled, and the blood poured onto the hilt, and in an instant, the blade turned into a white light, and there was no emotional fluctuation to slash at the person.

The daytime rain became a drizzle, the sky was still dark and deep, although it was faintly hazy when the knife was raised, with a flash of lightning, it refracted a brief knife light, and when the glimmer of light stopped, it seemed to have found its place to go.

The unusual Jun Mo knife in Qin Huaiguan's hand was still in front of the familiar face at this time, and he saw a faint and subtle smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and he couldn't touch the fear in his heart, so he let the knife hang on his neck.

It seemed that the knife surface had penetrated deep into the flesh and bones, and what was unexpected was that from that extremely subtle edge, it was just right, and there was not a drop of blood gushing out, only the miserly rain accumulated in the drizzle and slowly descended down the blade.

Qin Huaiguan held the top of the knife handle with his left hand, and his right hand held it under the knife handle, looking at the accumulated raindrops slightly, half sideways and stepping forward with his left foot, and the left palm holding the handle was still holding the source spirit mask.

Time seems to stop at this moment, but it doesn't really stop. Qin Huaiguan pulled his right arm indifferently, and the blade made a perfect incision on the tender white flesh, and the crisp sound of sneering suddenly echoed in his ears, like the reaction of a cold weapon when it touched warm blood.

The air was stabbed, and the source spirit mask in his hand was shattered.

Lisuo's movements never dragged mud and water in Qin Huaiguan's eyes, when the knife fell, the body in front of him fell suddenly, and the stagnant water on the ground splashed around, wiped the traces on the knife with his sleeve, and then put it in the sackcloth behind him, so that no one expected that at the moment when Qin Huaiguan turned around, the person fell in front of him intact, and the body lying on the wetland was like a paper burning into a purple light smoke floating on the palm of the man's hand.

Such a strange and shocking technique made Qin Huaiguan fall into contemplation, only to feel that he had entered a huge confusion, what existed because of that mountain, after going there, he only felt like a shiver like being reborn.

"I haven't seen you have mood swings before, but it's really funny to see it like this now!" The man looked at Qin Huaiguan's eyes full of doubts, and the imprisoned waves in his eyes seemed to fluctuate a little.

Just when the waves in the man's heart seemed to fluctuate a little, a wind passed through the peaceful forest after the storm, whistling and whispering, as if a ghost was crying all the way, and an arrow struck from the void like lightning, directly through the person's shoulder and stabbed at Qin Huaiguan.

The terrifying thing was that an inch-long bloody mouth suddenly appeared on the man's shoulder, and its surface seemed to be burning under the light of the netherworld's fire, and through the inch-long bloody mouth, you could clearly see the distinct branches and leaves swaying in the wind.

The arrow that penetrated from the man's shoulder, Qin Huaiguan twisted his body flexibly and flipped it in mid-air to dodge it, but a deep cut was made between his eyebrows, and at the same time, the sack of the burlap knife that he had carried on his back before was cut and plunged into the ground.

After Qin Huaiguan was half-squatting on the ground for a while, another sound of breaking the air came to his face, the speed was extremely terrifying, he could only hear its sound, but he couldn't tell where it came from. Qin Huaiguan raised his head and looked around, his brows were tightly locked, and subconsciously, he picked up the Mo knife inserted in the ground, and the source qi in his body poured into it with the knife as a medium and turned into a thick barrier.

Shout!

I saw a feather arrow shoot fiercely in the direction where Qin Huaiguan was, and under the torn void, the dead leaves all over the ground rose wildly, and the splashed earth and stones flew in all directions, and through the gaps, the person in front of him was uprooted like the surrounding trees and swept into the void.

The small pebble that was carried smashed on Qin Huaiguan's face, causing a trace of pain, irregularly leaving many inconspicuous and shallow scratches on his emaciated face.

The feather arrow seemed to have grown a pair of wings conjured from the source qi, and when he looked closely, Qin Huaiguan's pupils reflected a Qingluan fire phoenix body that spewed out flames of flames in the sky. In the next second, the ruthless flames rolled down the sky and aimed at Qin Huaiguan.

In an instant, Qin Huaiguan took back his divine sense, and when the arrow met Jun Mo's knife, the piercing sound of metal pierced through the entire air, boiling in an instant, and the huge power fluctuations spread out, tearing the space apart and shattering.

Laugh at!

Clang!

The blade surface of the Mo knife held in both hands cracked at this moment, extending from the arrow, trembling violently, and suddenly shattered into three sections, and the same feather arrow seemed to have been extracted from its strength, like a useless ordinary arrow, it suddenly shattered, turned into powder, and scattered in the damp soil.

That violent energy shook Qin Huaiguan away, and in mid-air, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of bright blood, and his whole body slid more than ten meters away on the ground, slamming heavily into the exposed rocks, and the big trees behind him shook like crazy, scattering dead leaves all over the sky.

Click!

Due to the heavy impact on the hard rock, the impact of huge force, the sound of bones breaking resounded crisply from Qin Huaiguan's body, and where the skin and flesh were torn, the snow-white bones were faintly visible and exposed to the air.

Darkness suddenly flashed in front of him, turned his body sideways, lost the handle of the Mo knife blade, and lay quietly in front of Qin Huaiguan, the wound on his left arm deepened more and more, and blood kept gushing out, and the whole arm was completely twisted, and the black blood line had been accelerated through the blood all over the body.

Qin Huaiguan's right palm was supported on the ground with difficulty, and his whole body was like a stinking garbage in a sewer, avoiding it. The pain was so intense that his whole body trembled, dragging his unbearable body towards the trees behind him.

Although the distance was short, it seemed to be out of reach for him, his fingers were tightly grasped in the wet soil, his legs and feet staggered forward, and the blood left on his body had long been unable to distinguish what color it was, but he stretched his body forward slightly, and the tearing pain instantly stimulated the nerves.

The cloudy gaze is full of the helpless sorrow under the torture, and can only numbly accept the continuation of the pain, and you can see that there is no trace of spring desire, and faith has not been extinguished by indifference, but has burned itself violently, and the end can be seen, which is just an arrogant imagination.

......

As if in another world, Qin Huaiguan gently leaned on the root of the tree, exhaled a heavy breath of long-lost turbidity, inhaled the rare air, his heavy eyelids suddenly fell, suddenly opened, and the heartbeat gradually calmed down.

In a trance, he heard a little girl's laughter, and in a daze, he saw that he was shaking something in his hand, and then, the whistling sound sounded in his ears again, and suddenly, another gradually dazzling white light came towards him, during which he somehow, shook his trajectory, and then went towards Qin Huai.

Boom!

A feather arrow roared again, piercing directly into Qin Huaiguan's chest and nailing him to a huge tree, Qin Huaiguan, who closed his eyes, seemed to be asleep, leaving a long stream of blood from his chest, exuding a smell of blood, at this time, the sky gradually stopped, and the mountains and rivers gradually fell into peace.

The beast that had not been seen for a long time walked around in the mountains, a breeze blew, and the roar was faintly faint, and a ray of sunlight emerged from the top of the mountain, and between the blurs, there seemed to be auspicious clouds drifting by.

At the edge of a stream, there is a different world, and the amazing thing is that there are no dark clouds here, but a sunny day, and all you can hear is the crisp and beautiful chirping of birds in the mountains, and where there is a deafening and dull thunder.

The two places are only 100 meters apart, and the gap is so big, it is really incomprehensible, looking forward, I saw a white deer leisurely wagging its tail, chewing on the tender grass handed over by the delicate and steady man in its mouth.

......

"Second brother, you said that this fish has been fishing for so long, it should be reeled. "By the river, there is a white-haired old man, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, very leisurely, with a tea set beside him, holding a long fishing rod in his hand, wearing a clean and white robe, extremely elegant. touched his white beard, turned his head and raised his eyebrows, and said to the man behind him who was feeding a deer with tender grass in his hand but was like a sheep.

"Mr. Meng, the rain over there has stopped, and a rainbow is very beautiful. The man turned around with the tender grass and looked to the other side, his eyes were full of gentle doting, and the white deer's mouth sticking out its tongue innocently hooked the grass in the distance, which was very funny and cute.

I only heard the sound of "pop", and I don't know when the gray-haired old man slapped the man's head with a ring ruler more than a foot long, holding a teacup in his hand, and his wide sleeves were slightly breezy blowing.

"Lao Tzu is talking about the fish in this river and stream, the rainbow after the rain, where is this, you kid is talking nonsense, it is completely a deer eating grass, not a sheep. The old man took a sip of tea, glared at the man with his eyes, walked slowly to the river, put down the teaglass, and lay down on a chair made of rattan wood.

"Hehe, didn't Mr. Meng say "fish" and "rain"? The man touched the ground that had been slapped by the ring ruler, smiled slightly, stepped forward, and the tender grass in his hand suddenly turned into a teapot, poured the small teacup full of sight, and said respectfully.

"Hehe, second brother..."The old man smiled, shook his head slightly and stroked his beard.

"Mr. Meng, it's not too early, we've been here for a long time, and it's time to go to the next place to play. ”

"Well, after eating fish for so many days, it's time for a change of taste. The old man patted the dust on his body, looked at the man with some reproach, got up and sat on the back of the white deer, and put his right hand on his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight cast.

The young man immediately took the rope around the white deer's neck, touched the horns of the white deer's head affectionately with his hand, took out the bamboo tube on his waist and pulled out the map drawn by the fur, looking for thousands of worlds.

"Why don't you leave?" the old man asked, looking at the young man who was not moving.

"Mr. Meng..."The young man looked at the old man sitting cross-legged on the white deer, and stopped talking.

Although this young man is his second disciple, the old man seems to know that his second disciple is like the eldest brother as his father, industrious and simple, and respectful to others, but he is a dead brain, and his ability to protect calves is even more crazy than him.

This brainless is also the only drawback of his apprenticeship.

......

Through the silence, the dense mountain path, a white deer dragged an old man, in front of him was a young man leading the white deer, the sun was shining through the shade of the leaves, like stars twinkling in the sky, a little dazzling, but very crystal beautiful, through the elusive quiet.

The light and shadow that shone down, looming melodiously from side to side, the hare hiding behind the bushes, looking around with timid eyes, not only to come out to forage for food or to enjoy the only tender green scenery nearby, from this end of the woods to the other end, the endless green seems a little hollow, and there is a dead wood that is quietly budding to release the buds.

"Before the endgame, you don't know life and death!"

The young man led the old man who sat comfortably on the white deer and gradually hid in the lush mountain forest.