Night slowly fell, and the world outside the Warring States Zone fell into darkness.

In the late autumn air, there is an indescribable sense of gloom and tension, and in the world of cultivators, this is the precursor of killing intent.

Under the guidance of the technology of the Heavenly New World, many cultivation abilities that seemed to take a lot of effort gradually became blurred.

But there is one thing that everyone should understand, and that is that no matter how the world and civilization change.

In the end, there is only one way to get to the top, and this is the only one.

It is a ladder covered with other people's blood, and on the way to climb this ladder, people will always use the most primitive methods to make their path wider.

A cultivator's transcendent ability is ultimately the size of a fist.

Murder is nothing more than a daily routine.

No matter how heavy the order of the Heavenly Court, no matter how great the jurisdiction, no matter how much things develop, it will not be able to withstand the stimulation of the deceitful, murderous, and bloody cultivation of the Shura field.

Casually, any monk who steps on the path of immortality should understand.

Sooner or later, one day, you have to face death, not someone else's death, that is yourself.

……

The Six Sword Slaves of the Nets carried out the task, except for the defeat of the Sword Saint Gai Nie thousands of years ago, and the loss of the quicksand Weizhuang, there was no trace of defeat.

Even the Confucian sect failed to completely suppress them in the competition in the Little Sage Village.

Almost all of them are characters who don't talk much.

Under the dark night, a little spark lit up slightly, and the angular and resolute man lit the cigarette in his mouth, holding the long box in his right hand, and was the first to get out of the car.

He looked back at the four people in the black car behind him, and his expression did not change much.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he whispered, "Let's separate and fight a little better, right?" ”

Uncle Jiu's voice came from inside the car: "It depends on what they plan." ”

At this time, the four people on the opposite side were already standing in front of the car.

The man with a black mask covering his face looked at the half-smoked man in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"According to the plan, I'll deal with him, and the two of you will drag on that half-step completion stage as much as possible, as long as the water is cut off and someone is killed, the target will be transferred immediately, and none of them can be let go."

"Don't worry." The old man named Broken Water said with a smile.

Everything that should be accounted for has been explained.

I really just looked at Ban Enough, and I don't know why, I always feel that this person feels very mysterious to him.

Judging its appearance, it doesn't seem to be anything special.

It's getting late, it's time to get started.

I don't waste too much time, and I don't have any messy conversations with the other party.

Under the dark curtain in between, a man named Zhengang popped out in one step and flew away!

Splatter!

A dull explosion on the ground, accompanied by his restrained murderous aura, rushed straight to the place where the little spark flickered!

In just a breath, Mahaya had already reached that little spark.

In an instant, the sword light swept out!

It was a wide and heavy long sword, and the sharpness of the sword edge was not inferior to the blade of the Heavenly Sword, and even from its far-reaching and long sword qi, it could be felt that it was even more powerful.

Such a sword is half enough to be regarded as child's play.

He can also be seen as a killer that the opponent's shot is a one-hit kill.

Half enough aura to operate, his feet were pushed back, his body leaned back, and at the same time, he raised the long box in his hand and lifted it to his chest.

Bang! Syllable!

With a piercing block, with the strong wind of sword qi, the drum was half enough, and the whole person took dozens of steps backwards!

A sword failed, and there was no surprise in Zhengang's eyes.

I have long expected that half enough is not a role that can be easily handled.

In an instant, he was not given any more respite.

Professional killers are like this, killing people, dragging mud and water, then it is very unprofessional.

Sou!

The broad long sword instantly lit up, pointing directly at the half-reached chest, and the full sword qi suddenly gathered, like a group of fierce cheetahs, about to impact the prey.

The momentum of this sword is even more dangerous than the sword that just struck first.

Half enough didn't have time to think about it at this time, and the long box didn't stay in place anymore, and flew out with an arrow step.

The terrain has been observed for a long time, and on the left is a grove of potholes.

Although it was not big, but the visibility at night was not high, and he decided to go head-to-head with Zhengang to shift his position.

At the moment when he flew sideways, Zhengang also chased after him with a sword.

Half enough to resist with a long box again.

Sting!

With a violent concussion, the two of them sank into the grove.

In fact, the figures of the two did not disappear, at least the cultivators present could find the location of the two of them.

The reason why the two changed the scene was nothing more than to pull the combat power.

But for Ban Enough, he has an extra layer of consideration.

After flying into the woods, he hid directly behind the trees, crawling and hiding.

Killers have their own methods of concealment, and the Qimen Escape Technique is actually not just a Taoist patent.

Half enough also has his own method of concealment, he slowly took the long box and opened it softly.

It's a weapon that hasn't been seen in a long time.

It was also Zhang Xiaoyun who sneered at it, disgusting things that were half enough to lose the face of cultivators.

A heavy sniper rifle with a swarthy and shiny body!

Half enough hands are as fast as lightning, skillful like 'playing flying chickens', quickly assembling and splicing the products of modern technology.

Click, click!

Distance

Zhengang stopped, searching for half enough breath.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of metal clashing, and I just took a deep breath.

Knowing that the other party may be about to show his own guy, this should be his natal weapon, right?

Although I can't see through it, I can imagine that the master who can fight with himself and maintain his body shape must be an ancient soldier or something.

Maybe it's a sword, or maybe it's a long knife, right?

If it's some other magic weapons, then you really need to be cautious, spears, forks, etc., it's not easy to deal with.

Thinking of this, Zhen Gang clenched the long sword in his hand.

It's time to show off your weapons and go head-to-head, it's been years since you've faced a decent opponent!

Zhen just lifted the sword on his chest, his eyes were cold, and the murderous aura was compelling.

"What a pinnacle of the Jindan Realm, although you only made two moves, you are one of the few people who can be safe and sound within my two moves."

Half enough: "......"

"Half-step Yuan Ying Sword Cultivation, the sword is a famous weapon through the ages, one of the eight swords of King Yue, a true sword!"

This is the habit of sword cultivation.

This is true when the competition is clear.

Even killers can't escape such customs.

But Zhengang does have the capital of pride.

When he said the true sword of the Eight Swords of King Yue, several people in the clearing in the distance had a smile on their faces.

And Uncle Maoshan Jiu, who had just come out of the car, had a solemn face.

"It turned out to be the true sword of the Eight Swords of King Yue, and the Six Sword Slaves of the Net, it is really unfathomable......," Uncle Nine said.

Famous swords through the ages, in the eyes of sword cultivators, they are all heavy treasures.

The stronger the sword cultivation, the stronger the saber.

The Eight Swords of King Yue, this is a famous sword through the ages, even higher than the Yitian Sword and the Xuantie Heavy Sword.

There was an instant silence.

The smell of danger permeated the circle.

"What's that? Didn't hear clearly! Zhang Xiaoyun suddenly yelled towards the woods.

“……！”

“……？”

The crowd was speechless.

I was really stunned.

"Yue Wang Eight Swords, Really Gang Sword!"

"Really just? Can you eat it? What about the name of the dish? ”

Zhengang: "......"

Water cut-off: "......"

Uncle Nine: "......"

Depend on!

The crowd almost fell.

Let's be humorous on different occasions, okay?

Report the name of the dish? You can figure it out!

The atmosphere was awkward for a long time.

Zhengang didn't want to pay attention to this side, and only waited for half of his weapons to be reported, and then he was going to fight.

But there was no movement for a long time.

"You talk so much!" I couldn't help it.

Grind and chirp.

And right now!

Bang!

A sound piercing the clouds and breaking through the sky resounded in the suburbs!

“！！！”

“？？？”

“！！！”

The crowd's expressions were so shocked that they almost vomited blood.

I rely on your uncle!

Cultivators fight, why do you use this thing?