The location of the last prey did not come as a surprise to Ian. He had reached the edge of the sword curtain www.biquge.info discovered the fact that he had long been confined.

When Ian appeared behind him, the poor creature was digging desperately to dig a tunnel to the outside world.

Obviously, he had already tried to attack the sword curtain before, but it didn't work in the slightest.

This curtain of night seems to be as light as paper, but after all, it is composed of countless hard and sharp swords. As the Mental Elephant of the Supreme Being, some people may be able to dodge it with the Mental Image, but no one can crush it.

But this guy is obviously extremely alert. Although Ian did not deliberately conceal his arrival, he was immediately discovered by the other party as soon as he revealed his figure.

He gave up digging directly, jumped out of the half-human deep hole, turned his head, and bowed himself on guard.

"How many am I?"

"The last one. ”

"It seems that I'm still a step slower. ”

"It's not slow, if it wasn't for some 'accident' in the middle of the way, maybe I wouldn't be able to get there now. ”

Ian didn't lie to him, if it weren't for his breakthrough halfway and his strength had improved qualitatively, then I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to catch up with the other party so quickly, maybe he would really ask the other party to dig through a tunnel and jump out of the ascension.

He raised his sword and issued an invitation to a duel to his last opponent of the night: "Let's begin." Dawn is approaching, and I don't have much time. ”

"Hmph. The other man's eyes instantly became fierce, and he lowered his body and turned his hands into red claws, like a beast ready to hunt.

In fact, there is no easy person who can become a member of the Black Balance Club.

When they encountered Fei'er, they seemed frightened, but they made the most correct decision to disperse and flee. The reason why Morton seems to be embarrassed is that he does not suppress his fears, so as to gain the strength to fight for his life. And the fierce beast in front of him, when there is no way to escape, will not do the stupid thing of kneeling and begging for mercy, but just forbears and waits for the Jedi counterattack.

These guys are all dangerous, and in the eyes of the "beast" in front of him, Ian has already seen the determination to die together.

He couldn't help but become more cautious, moving slightly, and the beast circled along the point in the center of the two.

This time, after a moment of confrontation, Ian took the lead in attacking.

His swordsmanship is not only passively defensive, as long as he can judge the initial details of the opponent's slight movements, he can take the lead in swordsmanship, try to guide the opponent's rhythm, and force the opponent to use more means.

The gray-white iron sword stabbed flat with an indiscretable soft groan, not fast or slow, just stuck when the other party was about to take a step, forcing the other party to quickly change the landing point of his footsteps, and his body was immediately a little unstable. At this moment, Ian adjusted his wrist slightly, and the landing point of the sword tip suddenly changed direction, taking advantage of the opponent's unstable footing, he stabbed towards the opponent's façade again.

The "Beast" was clearly irritated by the sword. The opponent's sword speed is obviously not fast, and the sword path is even clearer, but it happens to be stuck when he is most uncomfortable, forcing himself to change.

He couldn't help but blow up his hairs when he was stabbed straight to the door by the sharp sword, and his eyes were dyed with murder because of fear. He knew that he had been guided into the rhythm of the other party in just a moment, and if he continued at this rhythm, he would never have the slightest chance.

He stopped dodging, jerked his head up, lunged forward, pressed his chest against the tip of the sword, and grabbed forward with his claws. Obviously, he was forced to provoke ferocity and made the decision to exchange injuries for injuries.

As early as when he slammed his head into this sword curtain, he already had a premonition that he might have no way to escape, but a trapped beast that had been imprisoned and waiting to be hunted.

However, after all, he is a murderer with a great reputation, who fought between life and death, and was stained with countless blood.

He didn't expect to win from the first time he saw Ian, all he wanted was to die together, dragging this rumored disciple of the Sword Saint into the abyss with his own murderer who had no future at all.

Perhaps before Ian breaks through, his approach will cause Ian some trouble. But since Ian's breakthrough, Ian's thoughts have long been clear to Ian.

Ian let out a chuckle, as if he knew he was going to do it, and took a slight step back, narrowly dodging his outstretched claws.

And at this moment, the red eyes of the "beast" suddenly flashed fiercely, the corners of his mouth drew a hideous smile, and a half-virtual and half-real cyan snake suddenly burst out of the cuff of his right hand. The serpent opened wide as it poked out of its cuff, its two fangs glowing green under the night sky, heading straight for Ian's façade.

Seeing that the serpent was about to touch the face in the shadow of his opponent's hood, his heart was filled with joy. This cyan snake is his other mental image, and the poison on its fangs is enough to kill his opponent with even a trace of blood. At such a close distance, even the disciples of the Sword Saint would definitely not be able to leave. He finally dragged the other party to hell together.

However, at this moment, a long sword that should not have appeared appeared in front of him, and the long sword that was originally stabbing at him had been erected at some point, and with the light movement of his master's wrist, it turned into a crystal sword wire, and cut through the neck of the long snake in an impossible way. Suddenly, his heart shattered, and his originally hideous smile froze on his face.

"This can't be!" he cried out angrily, "Why do you know!"

"Because that's what you told me. Ian let out a chuckle and replied with great insincerity.

Ever since he had learned to listen to sword intent, Ian had also learned to listen to other voices.

As long as the power of mental imagery pervades the world, even if these capable people can lock their emotions in their bodies, Ian can still vaguely hear their emotions and determinations.

Fear, sorrow, joy, pain, anger......

The more intense the emotion, the clearer and clearer he could hear.

When all the emotions of the opponent are placed in front of his eyes, Ian can naturally infer the thoughts and possible actions of these opponents through these emotions.

Although this is not really a mind reading, it is not far from the truth.

In the words of the previous life, it is God who knows everything.

It's just that Ian judged that this ability is not unique to him, and all true sword masters have this ability. In other words, this is the ability that the Sword Master should have, and he, a half-ass, finally made up for this lesson.

This time, however, he guessed wrong.

Not all Juggernauts will have such abilities.

In this world, this ability is called "Shengming". As long as the existence of the extreme realm in the realm of the Sword Saint has been reached, there will be such a penetrating "Sage". (To be continued.) )