A crisp voice sounded in the night, and the man only felt a cold touch on his fingertips.

As a numbness spread across the fingers, the fingertips began to tremble continuously, and the bone shattering caused extreme pain spread to the entire palm of the hand at a very fast speed.

The accumulated spiritual power was also scattered, but it was as if it had been counterattacked, constantly impacting its meridians, bringing bursts of pain and deep into the bone marrow.

With a slight muffled snort, the black-robed man's breath paused slightly, and then he waved his sleeves suddenly, and a dark halo lit up under his sleeves.

Under the wide cloak, the black clothes swept through the room, with a crisp cracking sound, clanging, like countless hidden weapons, flying quickly to impact.

The jade fan swept over, and as soon as the fan blades opened, the cold light appeared, and the sound of collision was even worse.

The sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh was heard, and the crimson blood splattered out, slashing through the air in a gorgeous arc, falling to the ground, with a bit of residual taste, exuding a faint halo, but in an instant, it dissipated again.

With a few chuckles, Nan Shiyan's figure moved, with one hand behind him, and the other hand holding the jade fan, the white corners of his clothes brushed the cheeks of the black-robed man, but there was never a trace of blood.

There was a tearing pain on his left shoulder, and the breath of the black-robed man was a little chaotic, and he pressed the deep wound with one hand tightly, and the spiritual power was full of energy, sealing the meridians and stopping the blood that kept flowing out.

The face under the hood was a little hideous, and the surrounding air froze, and there was a sense of slaughter.

The cold night wind blew, and Nan Shiyan's figure like a jade tree fell to the ground silently, a clear white shirt was spotless, clean as ever, as if he had come back from a walk, and it didn't look like he had fought fiercely.

"Tick."

Blood smashed on the cold ground, and the pale fingertips of the black robe were stained with red blood, such a strong color contrast was actually a little more eerie.

The surrounding air was sudden, Nan Shiyan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand slightly, his slender fingers brushed over the clean and warm jade fan, and his fingertips gently tapped the slightly swaying tassels, and the eyebrows and eyes softened a little, with inexplicable tenderness, and deep affection.

The corners of his mouth were casually hooked, Nan Shiyan tilted his head slightly, and looked at Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui, who were fighting with some black-clothed people not far away, the warm and cool fan handle was against the perfect chin, raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face slowly converged, and his voice was light, without the slightest sense of ups and downs.

"Third prince, King Jing, be careful."

When the words fell, the breath in the entire space suddenly froze, the night wind stopped blowing, the occasional bursts of bird songs also disappeared, and even the sound of air movement disappeared, as if isolated from the world, and could not feel the breath and situation of the outside world.

Sensing the abnormality, Su Yunshu's brows furrowed a little tighter, and the strength of his hand suddenly increased, and the spiritual power came out violently, cutting off the meridians of the person in front of him who were directly shocked

With a muffled snort of pain, the breath of the person in front of him stagnated, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body slammed heavily on the trunk of a tree not far away, falling weakly and losing his breath.

At this time, a cold and strange laughter sounded, shuttling through the dark night without any scruples, bringing everything to a little trembling.

There was a tingling sensation from the eardrum, Su Yunshu frowned, only to feel a numbness coming from his brain, and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

"Shut up your hearing!"

Nan Shiyan's deep voice came, with a bit of seriousness.

Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui did not hesitate, and directly sealed their hearing.

Unable to hear the strange laughter, both of them felt a cool wind blowing through their hearts, their consciousness suddenly shook, and they suddenly became a lot clearer, and the sense of chaos in Fang Cai also disappeared at that moment, and the dull feeling in their hearts dissipated a lot.

The sound of breaking the air came, Su Yunshu furrowed his eyebrows, his body retreated violently, his wide clothes swept over, and the sharp blade condensed by spiritual power flew out directly.

Between the splashes of blood, Su Yunshu raised his hand, and a clear long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, glowing with a cold glow.

The sword light flashed, accompanied by a muffled grunt.

Another man in black attacked, Su Yunshu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the tip of his left finger brushed the body of Qingming's sword thinly, feeling the cool touch, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

With a soft shout, Su Yunshu's slender figure as a bamboo suddenly rose, with a long sword in his hand, and the cold tip of the sword pointed at the dark sky.

Suddenly, the long sword burst out with a burst of dazzling light, as if it was blooming, and countless sword shadows roared out, flying towards the people surrounding Su Yunshu with a substantial murderous aura and a sharp edge.

When the halo exploded in the air, only a scream of pain could be heard, and blood splattered, staining a large area of the ground red, extremely cold.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Yunshu jumped down, pointed his toes to the ground, and raised his long sword, bringing up bursts of blood.

The red blood stains fell on the cyan hem of the clothes, which looked a little dazzling, like the burning obsession that bloomed on the way back from the end of the world, enthusiastic and public, but without any temperature.

The cold tip of the sword broke a person's meridians again, Su Yunshu turned around, and waved out with a palm of his left hand, his clear eyes seemed to have been quenched with extremely cold ice at this time, with a piercing chill, with a sharp murderous aura, cold to the bones, and even blood.

With a cold snort, Su Yunshu hooked his lips and smiled inexplicably.

The smile is not in the bottom of the eye.

On the other side, Gong Linggui was dressed in a dark brocade robe, the jade pendant on his waist was shining with a cool luster, his clothes were flying, his eyes were silent, and slowly, he was covered with a thick bewitching blood.

The heavy smell of blood filled the tip of his nose, but Gong Linggui's face was light, and his expression did not fluctuate, it seemed that he had long been accustomed to this full of blood.

The seemingly casual movements are like the sleeves and drooping eyes for a leisurely walk, like the first awakening from a nap in the morning, like the branches and leaves dewed, and like the last soft cloud of the evening sunset.

But it is with a piercing murderous aura that shakes people's souls.

The ink-colored long sword in his hand lingered with a faint streamer, and every pick and stab, there was a faint fragrance of ink, accompanied by a clear sound one after another.

Turning sideways slightly, avoiding the deadly attack of the person in front of him, there was a chilling sound of wind behind him, Gong Ling turned his hand, and the long sword suddenly changed direction.

The cold light flashed, and the dazzling light made Gong Linggui can't help but squint his eyes.

It's just a few breaths of effort, and the murderous aura is already approaching.

Half a bundle of black hair was raised by the surging spiritual power, Gong Linggui hooked his lips slightly, chuckled, and his long jade body suddenly lowered.

As soon as the long sword was horizontal, the spiritual power swirled, and the ink-colored sword body swept straight through the air, with the momentum of crushing everything, cutting off everything that was blocked directly, simply and neatly.