Yunxi is in the north, the land is bleak and lonely, the night in late autumn is cold, the cold wind is biting, on the wilderness outside the city, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is full of buildings, there are no living creatures in a radius of dozens of miles, and even the birds do not want to stay longer. It's as if they all sense the dead silence here.

The man in black wiped the thin sweat from the tip of his nose, swept the darkness around him, and then leaned against the low tree on the edge of the cliff for a short rest.

He clutched the deep knife wound on his arm, which was deep to the bone, and the man in black clenched his teeth, covered in sweat, his hair was messy, and all the broken hair was against his cheeks.

That Meng Jinghuai's Seven Kills Soul Breaker really lived up to its reputation, if Fang Cai hadn't pulled the person next to him to block the blow, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to escape.

But even so, the fierce sword qi still directly passed through the brother he used to block the sword, cutting his right arm into skin, flesh, and bloom, and saw the white bones.

The man in black was full of red smell, he swallowed his saliva, forced it down, took a deep breath, and adjusted his state with a steady breath, but suddenly there was a small sound of wood breaking in the silent valley.

The man in black froze.

Click.

Squeak –

He only felt that people were coming here from all directions, as if there were footsteps everywhere, and people were watching him in the dark.

Dark clouds overrained the realm, and the wind rose in the gloomy valley, and the wind swept across the cheeks of the man in black, and the branches of the trees around him rattled, all like a prelude to come to ask for his life.

The man in black held his breath, his injured arm was red and bloody, and every inch that flowed made his own hairs stand on end.

"Isn't it fun?"

Finally, the cold voice broke through the dead silence of the valley, and the man in black stiffened his back, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of exposing his traces.

But this is just the last dying struggle of the favored prey.

Suddenly, a new and tender dead leaf broke through the air, hitting the edge of the black-clothed man's boot, which seemed to be sharper than a silver needle, and it stood firmly on the soil under the black-clothed man's feet, making a sound.

"Come out on your own, I won't say it a second time."

He heard the voice say.

The clouds were light and breezy as if they were discussing which dish to eat tonight.

The black-clothed man's heart sank, his palm had slowly pressed on the hilt of the knife behind his waist, and the last accumulated momentum had reached its peak, and finally, he pulled out his short sword and stepped into the sky, and the surroundings began to blur, it was the final blow-

But the prey is still the prey.

The waiting hunter didn't move at all, and when the man in black was about to stab himself in the chest, he was angry and pushed backhanded, and in an instant, the man in black only felt that there was qi from the big cone, Shinto, and the spirit platform one by one, and hit him directly at the hanging pivot of the sun-

The man in black finally fell to the ground, scurrying in severe pain, and only let out a muffled snort.

"Uh......"

The dust of the heavy object caused the branches to tremble, and the blood that flowed out even penetrated the dirt, staining the rocks below.

Meng Jinghuai glanced at the man in black lightly, and it was the condescending gaze of the superior.

His deep eyebrows and eyes were silent and steady, as calm as a cold star, melting into this dim valley, but there was no dawn in his body:

"Self-proclaimed clever fool."

A clear sound of bone cracking sounded, and the man in black only felt that the bones on his body were broken, and the pain was severe for a moment, and then he was numb all over his body, and he could no longer move.

He exhaled with difficulty, and what he inhaled into his lungs was the earthy smell mixed with his own red smell:

"You...... Kill me......"

Meng Jinghuai's dark pupils contained a cold luster, without any temperature, but they were sharp and clear, looking directly at people's hearts:

"Hand over the stuff."

The man in black was dizzy, his eyes were blurred, and when the mist cleared and he met the man's eyes, he saw that his whole body exuded a gloomy cold, and he was the most poisonous snake, as if he wanted to crush himself into powder.

He said with difficulty: "You are stupid...... Wishful thinking......"

The upright man suddenly smiled, the smile seemed to be sarcastic and like a mockery, Meng Jinghuai's eyes were calm and waveless, but his voice was like being soaked in blood, looking at him like an ant:

"Are you sure?"

The man in black was stunned.

The robe melted into the gray sky, Meng Jinghuai separated this mortal dust with his temperament, he was the immortal of the Heavenly Monarch and the master of hell.

Meng Jinghuai held his hand, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly:

"Xue Hewei's corpse was transported to Huai'an, and Emperor Wei ordered that the corpse of the five horses and the corpse of the five horses at dawn the day before yesterday would be eaten by vicious dogs."

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank suddenly.

Meng Jinghuai lowered his eyes, the bright gray meandered into a line outlining a scroll of mountains and rivers, the wind of the valley blew through his jade skin and long eyelashes, he opened his mouth, and the words were cold:

"Yun Xi has been surrendered, all the Xue family's own soldiers have been wiped out, and the master behind you-"

"He used you as pawns, delayed time, and fled without a trace, you thieves, only the last one remains."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Jinghuai sneered, looked at the eyes of the people on the ground with a bit of sarcasm, and replied:

"But you have the true inheritance of your master, and you have fled here with your brother as a shield."

A line of blood red flowed from the corner of the black-clothed man's mouth, his eyes were split, his whole body trembled, and his chest moved for gasp, and those blood-soaked words came into his ears, which was extremely clear.

Meng Jinghuai's anger was too heavy, he wanted to move back, but he couldn't exert any strength and couldn't move:

"You...... How do you want to? ”

It took a long time for him to tremble his lips and piece together a complete sentence from the fragments.

"Hand over something."

is still those four words, Meng Jinghuai's pupils are light, the brilliance is intertwined, and the eyes are as deep and lonely as an ancient well looking at the people on the ground.

"Can it ...... Spare me my life? ”

The man in black wanted to use the qi of the dantian, but he only had a burst of blood gushing, he spit out a mouthful of blood, used all his strength, but only moved his drooping knuckles for a long time.

The man in black's eyes lit up, and seeing that Meng Jinghuai was silent, he added another sentence:

"I ...... I can give you a lot of information you want. ”

There was a low laugh scattered in the whimpering wind, and the man in black was stunned, only to see Meng Jinghuai's lips wiping an unfinished smile, facing himself.

Meng Jinghuai's throat was hoarse, he spit out the darkness, and sent the last word to the ears of the paralyzed people on the ground:

"When did I say I'm going to kill you?"

The black-clothed people trembled, and the light under their eyes suddenly condensed, igniting hope.

But Meng Jinghuai looked away for a moment, he looked sideways, and looked at the black forest behind him: "Still not coming out?" ”

I saw a tremor in the forest, and a figure lightly tapped the branches on tiptoe, came in the air, and fell beside Meng Jinghuai, the person landed lightly and steadily, wrapped in a green robe, and folded bamboo leaves to play.

"I'm not watching a show."

Familiar and lazy, Xie Wufu sighed, stepped on the wet mud, and didn't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, he stepped on the weakly drooping knuckles of the man in black.

There was another clear crack in the bones.

The man in black snorted and coughed up blood.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Xie Wufu opened the jade fan to cover half of his face, and he stared at the people on the ground to open his mouth, but there was an undisguised mocking smile in his eyes.

If Meng Jinghuai is a terrifying python snake, then Xie Wuhuai is a bamboo leaf green raised by nature, and he has been wrapped around a thick bamboo branch for the whole winter last year to sleep.

Meng Jinghuai's back straightened, and he looked at Xie Wuyu's movements coldly, and there was no trace of waves in his eyes, and only after half ringing did he give a look.

Xie Wuyu understood, put away a slight smile on his lips, and took out a black pill from his arms, he bent down, stepped forward, and ignored the man in black.

"Don't worry, it's not your life."

He smiled, and the man in black was like falling into a cold air, silently buckled into his muscles and bones.

Xie Wu's cultivated hand grabbed the jaw of the man in black, ignored the whimper of the man in black, threw the pill into it, and then closed his mouth, slamming it at the throat of the man in black-

I swallowed it.