Rong Yun stood in the darkness, clutching the hilt of the knife at his waist.

His knife was a narrow, scimitar, like the narrow-arced knife used by the Assassins, and the blade was wrapped in the hard steel smelted by meteoric iron, enough to cut through the iron tendons of the thumb without damaging a single bit. He began to learn swordsmanship from his father at the age of five, and he was conceited that he was also a first-class player among his peers in the Rong family.

But now, none of this is reassuring to him. He knew danger was approaching, but he didn't know from which direction or when.

His location is a side street.

He had just chased an enemy out of Rong's house, but in the blink of an eye, the enemy had disappeared without a trace.

This enemy is the Demon Dao thief of the Prison Demon Sect, yes, Rong Yun can identify the main move of the Prison Demon Sect, because his father was killed by the people of the Prison Demon Sect many years ago.

He hated the people of the Prison Demon Sect to the bone, and he wanted to cut each of them with a thousand knives, so he clearly knew the enemy's moves, and that sentence was right, the person who knew you best would always be your enemy.

There was no wind or moon tonight, and the streets were pitch black, as if heavy ink was pouring down.

Rong Yun suddenly felt a biting chill, coming from behind his backbone, it was a murderous aura, the murderous aura that locked him firmly, he didn't dare to move, his feet didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to turn his head, so he could only clench the handle of the knife again.

The other party is also in the late stage of Burning Spirit, and has the same strength as him, so Rong Yun is afraid that if he shows a flaw, the opponent's sword will pierce his chest from behind.

"The thief of the Rong family. The other man spoke, and the hoarse voice was like a cold iron plate rubbing together.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rong Yun hurriedly turned around and drew the knife, the spiritual power in his hand was running, and a faint white light lit up from the knife, with this light, he saw a thin man standing in the corner of the wall, the man seemed to melt into the shadows, holding a pitch-black sword in his hand.

"Desperate sword Duguyan? Rong Yun recognized him, because he was carrying a boxy sword box behind him, and he heard that Dugu Yan's sword box contained nine swords, each of which could only be used once.

Dugu Yan used it twice, and each time he killed a person whose cultivation level was higher than him, so he was also called a desperate sword.

Dugu Yan looked at him indifferently and nodded slowly, "Yes, remember, I was the one who killed you." ”

He reached behind him, opened the sword box with a click, and at the same time stepped out of the shadow under his feet, his eyes were as cold as ice, he pinched the black wooden sword with one hand, and pulled it out with the other.

Powerful spiritual power fluctuations emanated from Dugu Yan's body, and the silent fluctuations even made the ground seem to have a circle of qi waves, he stepped forward, the pace was not fast, but it put great pressure on Rong Yun, he knew that he was fooled, and was led out of the Rong family by Dugu Yan, and he was going to kill himself.

I can't stop it!

Terrible thoughts flashed through my heart, like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

Rong Yun gritted his teeth, his cheeks trembled, and then he thought of how his father died, he was killed by this group of demon thieves, and for a moment his hand stopped shaking, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was strong and heavy.

"You don't have a chance to draw a knife. Duguyan looked at him and said indifferently.

"Arrogance!"

Rong Yun didn't believe that he would be so weak, so he watched Dugu Yan approach and let out a loud cry from his throat, but the next moment he felt that his eyes suddenly went numb, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy object, and then his eyes were dark, and there was a sound of metal breaking through the air in his ears, which was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate the skull.

The short sword in Dugu Yan's hand was thrown, like an arrow crossbow, the quenched green blade emitted a cold and cold light, and the secret treasure refined in a special way, within such a close distance, it was impossible for Rong Yun to dodge, not to mention that the sword was also quenched with poison.

Rong Yun fell to the ground, his eyes were unbelievable and not yet frozen, and there was a finger-long wound between his eyes, and the iron weapon penetrated through it, which was extremely terrifying.

"This sword box is the last thing left of my Dugu family, hehe, you died ......"

Dugu Yan sneered, but the next moment his head suddenly flew out, blood splashed half a foot high, and the smile on his face had not yet coagulated.

Ji Jiu, who was dressed in black, appeared behind him, wiped the blood on the knife, and then squatted down and rummaged through, this sword box is good, at least the clone can be used.

In this killing feast, he will naturally come to join in the fun, as for the clone on the side of the inn, he is not afraid of being discovered by Yue Zijin.

"Over there in the Rong Family Medicine Garden, this should be very lively, but it is not enough for you to fight for a while before you die so many people. Moreover, the vast majority of the warriors of the Rong family's palace building period should not be here, and they must be guarding the dark spring. ”

"You can find the location of the treasure vault. Ji Jiu took the sword box, pondered for a moment, and stepped into the darkness again.

The one-eyed old man who was fighting with the man in black in the air suddenly frowned, his weapon was a high-grade spiritual treasure, a heavy and broad long knife, the head of the knife was heavy, doped with special metals, and it was also engraved with pocket formations, and the iron wall with a knife had to be broken in half.

At this moment, he was using his heavy blade to resist the heavy attack, and the bell was ...... The sound of gold and iron clashing pierced the eardrums of the surrounding people, and the heavy sword shadows were as dense as a forest, each sword would rotate in half a circle in the air, and then split out a piece of sword light, the powerful attack of the condensation period, each sword was enough to kill a Nachuan period warrior, and the rest of the people avoided it far away, not daring to approach.

"My apprentice is dead. The one-eyed old man shook his head and said, there was no compassion in his eyes, he was indifferent, and then he suddenly grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the powerful and incomparable spiritual power fluctuations instantly spread to the entire knife body, and the knife body trembled like a heart, and then everyone felt an extremely suppressed coldness.

"The Prison Demon Sect's technique of feeding demons with your body, Old Demon Zhao, it seems that you are not so ruthless. Rong Zhong sneered.

This is a secret technique, sacrificing one's own life can temporarily improve the realm, and it is generally used by people from the Hell Demon Sect when they die desperately, and sacrificing their lives means fighting to the death.

Volumetric weight is not so stupid, he will wait for Zhao Lao Mo to fight with him, so the spiritual power urges the soft armor on his body to prevent Zhao Lao Mo from taking the opportunity to sneak attack, and at the same time, a type of spiritual water and moon flower is displayed, and the sword shadow rises again, like a thick water curtain, which can be said to be defended to the extreme.

The strength of the two is close, Zhao Lao Mo has a lot of means, and he has been famous for many years and is not an ordinary person, so there is nothing wrong with being cautious, not to mention that the other strong people in the family have woken up from the retreat, as long as Zhao Lao Mo is dragged for a while, someone will come to clean him up, and it will be difficult to fly when the wings are inserted.

The one-eyed old man's expression was as hard as iron, and his voice was as cold as iron, "No, how can I care about his life or death, useless stupid things, if they die, they will die, and I will worry about it every day and every night." ”

As he spoke, a fiery red sword light ignited on his knife, and it jumped directly a few feet away, and the momentum was like a huge torch, and the one-eyed old man let out a low shout, and the long knife came out of his hand, and flew straight towards Rongzhong.

Rong Zhong was waiting for the battle, his eyes were full of solemn looks, and his spiritual power was even more drummed up, supporting the heavy defensive layer, but his eyes suddenly widened, "???"

The one-eyed old man took advantage of this opportunity, and his body jumped into the distance like an arrow from the string, and disappeared into the thick night in the blink of an eye.

After a long while, he smacked his lips and was a little speechless.