As the sun sets, the ancient city at night is beautiful and dreamy.

At the corner of the street in the ancient city, Jiang Shuqi suddenly stopped, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

It seems like a snap of the fingers, but it seems like several seasons have passed.

The corner of the street was only ten steps away, and a powerful aura was like a storm, enveloping all directions, even if the wind was falling, it could be sensed.

Even on a hot summer evening, the air seems to be able to condense flakes of snow, which is extremely cold.

Is this murderous? so flamboyant, so bohemian.

It was as if time had frozen here, standing still, and the whole street was as quiet as there was no figure in the middle of the night.

The wind fell and Jiang Shuqi didn't move, and the person in the corner didn't move.

In the midst of this cold breath, Feng Luofan clenched the dagger in his hand and endured it, but it seemed that his fingertips were about to be frozen, and he was very stiff.

But it's a midsummer night, and there's no wind.

"Hahahaha, so you are here! The butcher wants you to die in the third watch, do you still want to live past the fifth watch?!"

The cold breath was broken by a wanton sound, and when the wind fell, the sail looked up, and two fat men jumped down from the air, both holding a heavy pig-killing knife in their hands, and the smell of pork was blowing in the air.

"Whew!"

The two fat bodies had not yet landed, and were still in the air. There was a sound of breaking the air in the air, and the world was quiet again.

In the next moment, the red blood sprayed out like a fountain, floating in the air, overflowing on the bluestone slabs, making the entire street like a pool of blood.

Feng Luofan stared at this scene in amazement, his body trembling slightly, feeling that he was so close to death, as if he had lost even the strength to breathe.

Jiang Shuqi's expression was calm, and he still maintained the posture of drawing his sword.

"Qiang!" The sword in Jiang Shuqi's hand was unsheathed and turned into a streamer of light, colliding with the invisible force in the void, causing a ripple of power like a mountain and a sea.

Bang!

It sounded in the night, and there was only this sound around, the sound of weapons colliding with each other.

The sound of weapons colliding with each other made even the consciousness of the freedom of the wind and sails begin to tremble. Dozens of sounds pierced the night sky in a row, as if they were about to pierce the countless arrows in the world in front of them, so that everything around them was subjected to infinite oppressive power, and the walls began to peel off, began to crumble, and even the ground began to crumble.

In such an instant, the wind fell sails and knew.

The figure in the void is not human, and an invisible figure like this is slashing rapidly, so it doesn't seem to be a human.

Humans don't have that aura at all, that aura that is just pure killing, that kind of creature that exists only to kill.

It's just that in an instant, two lives just fell.

Maybe it's something similar to a human being.

"What a strong sword qi!"

A handsome and tough swordsman appeared from the void, the silver lustrous armor, like the armor of a warrior on the battlefield, ancient and smooth, glowing with bright silver, blonde hair illuminated by the moonlight, bright and delicate like golden sand, handsome face, with heroic spirit, a huge long sword in his hand and the armor are integrated, eye-catching.

In the gentle and handsome face, there is a strong murderous aura.

"Cavalli!" exclaimed Wind Sail.

From the corner of the street, came a thin man wearing a sandproof cloak, his face blocked by a low hat, making it difficult to see his face, he was dressed in a gray robe, and he held a shoulder-high cane in his hand.

"Hello, Keeper of Time!" the gray-robed man tread on the undried blood stains all over the ground.

"What?Time Guardian?" Feng Luofan looked around, there was no one else except himself, Jiang Shuqi, and the handsome swordsman.

"Cavalli-senpai, I think you've mistaken someone!" said Feng Luofan, "Are you looking for Barafi?"

"No, Barafi is no longer a Time Guardian, since the Temporal Blade was acquired by the God of Dreams, the Time Guardian and the Space Guardian have been exiled. But now that the Blade of Time and Space is in your hands, you are the future Guardian of Time and Space. ”

"How do you know ......"

"You haven't mastered the magic of time and space, not even the magic of time. I want to tell you to go and find the God of Time and Space as soon as possible, and even more so to prevent Barafi and Balluff from snatching your Time and Space Blade. ”

"Balluff?!If Balaffi is the Guardian of Time, is Balluff the Guardian of Space? Why does the God of Dreams snatch the Blade of Time and Space, and where do I go to find the God of Space? Why do these things between gods involve me as a mortal? I feel terrible when I hear it, how can I defeat the real Guardian of Time and Guardian of Space?"

"As for whether you want to find the god of time, that's up to you, and I'm just the guide. The Temporal Blade is now in your hands, and I will tell you these things now that my mission is complete. It's just that you're so weak, I'm afraid you'll be killed in just a moment. ”

"In that case, you have to be my bodyguard to prevent me from being killed. I've been in trouble again lately, you can help me fix it!" exclaimed Wind Sail.

"If that's it, you won't be able to grow. The woman next to you, let her help you, her swordsmanship may be able to resist it. ”

"Cavalli senior, you think too simply, this woman has nothing to do with me, and she is not my bodyguard, how can she protect me?!" Feng Luofan was very big for a while, and he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

This blade of time and space was obtained in the Heart Mirror Lake, and the Jungle Guardian is the Dream Guardian, so in this way, it is the Dream God who is sleeping under the Magic Mirror Lake in the center of the Misty Forest.

"Otherwise, you give me your spirit and let him protect me!" Feng Luofan looked at the swordsman and smiled, "He's so strong, I guess I'll be safe." ”

This envoy with the breath of murder is originally an extraordinary existence, without order, eager to live purely by killing, and has a strong will.

Cavalli, the gray-robed man, muttered for a moment, "The spirit cannot be transferred unless the summoner dies." ”

The wind and the sails were disappointed, "Do all the guides have messengers?"

"There are not necessarily spirits, and some guides do not have spirits. Having a spirit is not a very good thing for human beings, it takes half the lifespan. ”

"It's so unfair! the long-lived race can have more time to practice magic and martial arts, and can have enough lifespan to summon the spirits, and the strong will always be strong!"

"It's time for me to go, your wheel of fortune has already started, if you can grow quickly, your fate can change more or less, not necessarily. ”