The black robe was very confident in his own strength. With just one sword, this swordsman who doesn't know the height of the sky will be pierced through the heart, and when the blood bursts out, the smell must be extremely sweet!

The Ice Sword is a "source tool". This rare piece of equipment has its own unique attributes. It can be a weapon, a book fan, or even a stone. It is natural to make a source tool from a source force medium, but most high-grade source tools are naturally generated.

The knife in the opponent's hand looked extremely sharp. However, in front of this "cold jade thorn", everything is as fragile as tofu dregs! The black-robed blade of the sword was getting closer and closer to the swordsman, and the cold light of the blade was already reflected in his pupils.

The swordsman's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his steps stepped forward, his slender and powerful hands clenched the hilt, and slashed out horizontally. The blade compressed a large amount of air, accumulating the source power of thunder and lightning, and with a swing of the blade, waves of air roared out like birds with wings spread. The bird had already swung out, and the swordsman flew forward, the long knife in his hand dancing dazzling swordsman, straight into the throat of the opponent.

The black-robed robe struggled to dodge the thunderstorming birds. The swordsman's sword had already counterattacked in front of him, and in a hurry, he directly blocked the long knife with his blade.

There was no sound of breaking. The black-robed grim smile slowly froze.

"Ping!" Half of the ice sword fell on the abutment of the stone lamp, but shattered the stone base. The knife still flashed with a cold streamer. The black-robed arm had been twisted to the extreme, and fragments of broken bones pierced through the surface of the skin, hanging with scraps of flesh and blood. Under the blow, the source of the black robe was destroyed, and even the arm was broken by the powerful countershock.

The swordsman, on the other hand, did not have the slightest discomfort from the impact. The blade of his sword had already been forced into the hood of the black robe.

"How could it be...... Why do you have such a powerful blade...... Why!!! ”

The black robe roared hoarsely, and his already crow-like voice became even harsher. His arms were gone, his combat power was gone, and a series of upheavals had made him almost collapse, or had he collapsed.

"Your Excellency, as I said, it won't be just an arm."

The swordsman mercilessly stabbed the blade into the pitch-black hood. His movements were so swift and powerful that sweet blood gushed out of his hood and fell on the withered yellow grass.

The black robe was still struggling to pick up the half-cut ice sword in his hand. The swordsman quickly drew his sword, flew against the shoulder of the black robe, and stabbed backwards. The silvery, sharp knife pierced through the black robe's chest and through his chest. A large amount of blood gushed out, and the whole grass turned a terrifying bright red. His emaciated body quickly ceased to move, and fell to the ground like a mess of mud.

The thick smell of blood filled the air around him, irritating Dris's nasal passages and making him almost want to vomit. There was already a glimmer of light in the sky, and the stars had dimmed.

"It's okay."

The voice of the morning frost sounded in Driss's ears, and it was very textured, magnetic like a metal echo.

"I... OK. Driss wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed the swordsman's outstretched scabbard, and barely stood up. There wasn't much strength left in his legs for him to use.

"In the lower half of Tibet, I don't know who you are driving and what you have to do here."

The swordsman's razor-sharp eyes swept towards Dris. The long knife in his hand danced with gorgeous flowers, and the blade was tucked upwards into the white wooden sheath. The wind blew away the swordsman's fine, flowing waist-length white hair, like a god who had left behind himself.

"My name is Driss... It is a person who offended the great forces and was hunted down. ”

Driss took a deep breath and reported his identity. But he didn't tell Hanzo everything. When the other party suddenly appears, and the suspicions on his body are not completely clear, he will not trust the other party easily.

"I see."

The swordsman nodded. He turned his face sideways to look at the red sun that was about to rise. In the early morning light, half of the face was as soft as a girl, with long eyelashes, plump pink lips, and emerald pupils, but with a cold expression.

"Thank you for saving me. Do you live here? ”

Driss covered his bleeding wound. The exhaustion after a bout of strength made it difficult for him to even stand up. The aches, the exhaustion, the sudden release of mental tension after accumulation, all made Driss even weaker.

"Yes." Hanzo naturally understands this feeling. He lifted Driss by the hand, put his arm on his shoulder, and led him to his dwelling, the house at the foot of the mountain.

Hanzo looked at the boy beside him. Many of the unruly black hair have broken free from the shackles of the sheepskin rope, a healthy complexion of wheat color, and strong arms, but there is still some childish innocence between the eyebrows. If Hanzo is like a legendary unicorn, lonely and mysterious, then Driss is like a calf full of vitality.

Maybe this is the real teenager. Hanzo thought.

Hanzo's home is very simple. The bamboo and wood frame supports the platform, the bamboo is the wall, and the black thatched roof looks very elegant. There is no decoration in the interior of the house, and it is not too much to say that it is simple.

"Welcome to the Humble House. It's a little basic, but it's good enough, so don't mind. ”

Hanzo Fudris sat on the cushioned floor, took the teacup and kettle from the wooden table, and made a cup of medicinal tea for Driss.

"Thank you. So good to me. Driss took a sip of tea, cool, sweet and refreshing, and drank the tea, Driss was surprised to see that the scars on his body began to slowly recover at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and a feeling of itching and numbness spread all over his body, indescribably strange.

"This is a tea made with special herbs, which can speed up the recovery of the source force in the source power master's body, so as to achieve the effect of quickly recovering the wound. Of course, ordinary people drink it, but it just feels good. ”

Hanzo put away the teacup, his fingers were slender, and he looked more like the hands of a talented man who wrote poems and paintings, but he held the sword. If those hands are lit up in front of Danqing, it may not be a peerless painting. As he thought so, Driss suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.

"Be careful, I don't want to touch an open wound!"

Hanzo saw that Dris was about to move, and hurriedly spoke to stop him. He held a towel soaked in warm water in his hand, carefully and skillfully wiping off the blood and dirt for Driss. His delicate face was so close to Dris, and some of his soft white hair was already brushing against Dris's face. The quiet scent of wild flowers emanates from Hanzo's body, and it smells good.

Dris's face couldn't help but get a little hot. He leaned back in his chair as he feigned composure. Pretend to rest.