Frost in the miserable month.

Under the dark night, a pair of scarlet pupils were hideous, and the killing intent was monstrous.

Within a radius of ten miles, the doors and windows of every house are closed.

Everyone knows that this is the territory of the Yun family, and the smell of blood outside is so pungent, it must be the Yun family doing something, and no one wants to suffer from the pond fish.

On one side, twenty-two breaths swept quickly.

On the other side, the blood-robed sword cultivator, his steps were very light, not out of proportion, and the blunt sword in his hand buzzed, and a subtle sword sound was heard.

Eventually, they collided on the streets.

The two sides have never met, but because of their different positions, they will not die, and there is only one word in their hearts-

Kill.

With one enemy and twenty-two, and it is a leapfrog battle.

These twenty-two monks are all Yunjia Tianjiao, and there is no simple role for those who can break through to the foundation before the age of thirty.

There are even some people who are famous at the end of the list.

There are many collaterals of the Yun family, but among the juniors, those who have the foundation to build and cultivate are all here.

As for those Qi Refining Cultivators......

They didn't dare to come, it wasn't that they were afraid of Fang Mu, with so many people present, how could they be afraid of dying, they just didn't want to get involved in this struggle.

In the eyes of these twenty-two Yun family Tianjiao, Fang Mu was a fragrant bait.

His head is extremely seductive.

Those who snatch their heads can turn over from now on, get rid of the difficulties of the sidelines, and get more resources from the family to cultivate, so that they can soar to the sky is not empty talk!

The opportunity is near, but there is only one head.

Wolves have more meat and less meat.

These twenty-two people are not enough to divide the points, how can those side disciples of Qi refining dare to step forward to snatch such an opportunity?

Although the family strictly forbids cannibalism, they don't want to become a thorn in the side of so many acquaintances.

"Twenty-two ......"

Fang Mu counted the number of enemies, and then borrowed the copper plate to restrain his breath and escape into the boundless darkness.

Suddenly, many of the Yun family's side Tianjiao were dumbfounded.

They followed the breath, chasing all the way, seeing the breath getting closer and closer, but suddenly disappeared out of thin air?

"What's going on? Why did the blood trace technique given by the ancestor fail? ”

"The breath of eyebrow tracking is gone......"

"It seems that the other party is indeed not simple, he has a magic weapon with some kind of concealing aura, and he can actually avoid the blood trace technique of the ancestor!"

Everyone tacitly frowned secretly.

No one would think that such a method of concealing the aura would be a secret technique.

There are naturally secret techniques in that aspect, but it is absolutely impossible to escape the aura lock of the spiritual void power that can be used casually, this is the crushing of the realm, and it must be out of some kind of magic weapon.

"Huh...... This kid is smart. ”

Zhuge Song, who was secretly watching, stretched his white eyebrows slightly.

He could see through Fang Mu, who had changed his breath, at a glance when he was far away during the day, because he had been in contact with that copper plate, so he was very sensitive.

Yun Changsheng is not necessarily.

Unless he personally tracked it down and searched carefully, he might not be able to find the location of Fang Mu's aura, let alone those juniors of the Yun family who had received it through the center of his eyebrows.

"Does he still want to break us one by one? Amusing! ”

Soon, someone understood Fang Mu's intentions.

What if you hide your breath?

There are more than 20 of them here, each of them is a Tianjiao with a head and a face, although in front of the family lineage, they are pressed and inferior, but they can be released, each of them is a genius that countless forces are rushing to want!

Not despising a kid in the Qi refining period is already their greatest forbearance.

But if you say you are afraid...... It's far from being called!

"In this way, it is exactly what I want, so as not to be preempted by others!"

Many people have such thoughts in their minds.

What they are most worried about is not that they are afraid of capsizing in the gutter, but that among their peers, they will be robbed of credit by other familiar faces in the family!

Fang Mu concealed his aura and tried to fight separately, and they were even happier like this!

"It must be nearby, he can't run far."

In the alley, a female Tianjiao with phoenix eyes was holding a soft whip, carefully checking the surrounding movements.

This alley is usually unattended.

The foul-smelling fermented rice and liquor were scattered all over the place, and the green steel and iron materials were piled up at will, obviously by the surrounding blacksmith shop.

She frowned, and pulled out a wisp of aura to her nose, obscuring her sense of smell.

In an instant, a sword shadow stabbed down from his head!

"Not good!"

The female Tianjiao was disgraced, she subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she forgot about the narrow environment here!

In a hurry, she did not panic, slammed the soft whip, and wrapped the blunt sword of the attack, and at the same time, her pale red pupils bloomed, very charming, and her breath soared!

The blow did not succeed, and Fang Mu frowned slightly.

This woman was much stronger than Deadpool, and although she was not as strong as the young man with the knife before, she came with caution.

"Now look at how you hide! Whip Cloud Snake! ”

Nu Tianjiao smiled coldly, and the majestic true qi shook, turning into a poisonous snake, and jumping all the way along the long whip to Fang Mu's right hand holding the sword!

It's a must!

In case it drags on for a long time, those familiar faces in the family will be attracted one by one, and they may not be able to eat this cake alone.

Therefore, the shot is a killer move!

"Poison?" Fang Mujian's brows furrowed slightly.

What he didn't expect was that this female cultivator who used the soft whip actually knew how to attack poisonously, and her true qi was full of poison, which was enough to speculate on what her dantian was usually refined!

Saying that it was too late, Fang Mu decisively let go of the hilt of the sword, tapped the eaves of the wall, and jumped high.

"Huh! The swords have been abandoned, and you still can't run?! "The female Tianjiao is secretly happy.

The most important thing in sword cultivation is the sword.

Now, this guy even threw his sword in order to dodge a momentary move, what is the difference between that and the Reservoir Dogs?

"Give me death!"

With a light snort, the long whip in her hand turned into a swimming snake, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and vaporizing the soft soldiers!

There was a small snap.

It seems to be a weak whip, but it is a terrifying true qi storm, pumping the walls of the alley into flying sand and rocks!

The blacksmith shop next door suffered even more, and the entire shop was like a human body, cut horizontally by a soft whip, split in two, and collapsed with a bang!

Nu Tianjiao looked at the ruins with a cold face.

"Death in my hands can be regarded as a relief from pain."

She smiled coldly, kicked away the gravel taller than her entire body, and walked towards the ruins.

Suddenly, a flying sword swept quickly, stabbing at her right pupil, the speed was unbelievably fast, and the defenseless female Tianjiao only felt a sharp stinging pain in her right eye, and then blood blocked all the sight of her left eye!

"What kind of sword art is this?!"

Nu Tianjiao's expression was shocked, she endured the sharp pain in her right eye, and retreated desperately, never daring to approach the ruins again.

The dust and smoke cleared, and Fang Mu walked out of the ruins with an indifferent expression.

"Here comes the sword."

The blood-robed sword cultivator hooked his right hand, and the blunt sword on the ground trembled and flew back into his hand, and the bronze flying sword jumped back and fell into the storage ring to lie still.