Sawdust was scattered and sprinkled on the soft snow, and Mimitsu punched the man in black directly into the adjacent mansion.

The wooden door was knocked down, and the frightened man of the house came out to take a look, but after a slight glance, he knew that it was not something that could be stopped, and hurriedly returned to the house, locked the door, and made no more noise. In his opinion, it is already very good for the gods to fight without harming the fish pond, and damaging a wooden door is nothing, and life is still important.

The man in black stood up with difficulty, shook his head, wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, and looked at Miguang calmly, but his heart was not as calm as on the surface, he didn't expect Miguang's speed to be so fast, and his strength was so great, although he was a spiritual cultivator, his body was not as powerful as a spiritual cultivator who practiced his body, but his spiritual consciousness was turbulent when he was beaten with one punch, and he lost contact with the spiritual sword, which was really incredible.

At this time, Miguang saw that the man in black did not make another move, but was always vigilant, mainly because he had not fought with the spiritual cultivator, and did not know if he had any follow-up hands, and took caution out of prudence.

Although it is a little winding, but the two cautions have different meanings.

But in the eyes of the man in black, it was undoubtedly a contempt to adopt an attitude of not moving the enemy and not moving me at this time. Because he can no longer use the power of the flying sword for the time being, and at this time he is unarmed and no different from mortals, and he does not attack at such a time, as if he is saying that even if you are not my opponent once.

The man in black looked slightly angry, the spiritual power fluctuations in his spiritual consciousness were invisibly released, and two lines of blood spurted out of his nasal cavity again, he didn't pay attention to it, and a wave of turmoil in his spiritual consciousness was forcibly suppressed by him, because he just wanted to reconnect with the spiritual sword now, and then kill the guy in front of him who despised him!

There were still snowflakes falling on the heavy winter clouds, and Xiao Dingyan felt a little bored watching the fight between the two, so he was ready to ask Xiao Er to serve some snacks.

However, he called twice but did not see Xiao Er's arrival, frowned slightly and turned his head to look at the counter, but found that the shopkeeper and Xiao Er were hiding at the counter and showing half of their heads and refused to come out, and the tea guest who was originally sitting by the window had also gone to hide in another corner of the teahouse.

Xiao Dingyan knew what was going on, immortals were different, spiritual cultivators in the Gods and Demons Continent had always been a kind of lofty appearance, in some weak countries, the status of spiritual cultivators may be higher than that of the country lord, which also led to the attitude of spiritual cultivators, let alone put mortals in their eyes, and even more would take bullying mortals as fun, so that mortals were both afraid of spirituality and yearning for it.

Although the Temple of Punishment has issued decrees and controls over the years, it has had little effect, mainly because the punishment is not big enough and not painful enough, but the occurrence of such a thing cannot execute the spiritual practitioners, after all, the number of spiritual practitioners is very scarce, so it is precious, and it also makes the Temple of Punishment very difficult.

At this time, the tea guest and the shopkeeper who saw the fight between Miguang and the man in black didn't dare to come forward, for fear that the flying sword would have no eyes, and there would be nowhere to reason if they lost their lives.

Xiao Dingyan also ignored it anymore, poured the cold tea in the cup, filled the cup again, blew away the heat in the tea, and then looked at the two of them slightly.

Suddenly, a thick snow behind Miguang shook slightly, and then it rose slightly, as if something wanted to break through the snow

The winter wind blew, and the thick snow that rolled up to reveal a corner of the spirit sword, but it was soon buried by the falling snow, and the spirit sword fell again.

Miguang didn't notice the small movement behind him, but when he saw two more blood spurting out of the man's nose, he was startled, and thought to himself, could this be the man in black's back hand?

The more Miguang thought about it, the more frightened he became, his expression became solemn, he silently clenched his fists, and the red thread on his body slowly flowed, ready to wait for the opportunity to give the man in black a thunderous blow.

And Xiao Dingyan, who was drinking hot tea in the teahouse, suddenly felt that Miguang's momentum was slowly rising, and even sensed that Miguang seemed to be a little nervous, and felt surprised, could it be that there were other spiritual cultivators around?

Xiao Ding slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them again, the doubts in his eyes deepened, he had just swept the surrounding streets with his spiritual sense, and he didn't find any other spiritual cultivators.

At this moment, the man in black, who had reconnected with the spirit sword countless times and lost contact, finally couldn't suppress the turmoil of his spiritual sense, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At the moment when the blood spurted out, the concentrated energy jet flame in Miguang's palm rushed out, avoiding the blood spurted, dragging the long flame tail, mixed with the rising mist, and came to the man in black at an unstoppable speed.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

These two words are not spoken from the same mouth, but from the hearts of two different people.

The man in black looked sad and angry, thinking to himself that this person was really cowardly, I was already unarmed before, and I didn't even make a move, it turned out that he attacked me when my spiritual sense was severely damaged and I had no power to fight back, it was a gentleman's act, it was simply a shameless person!

And there was a sneer on Miguang's face, sure enough, as I expected, I want to use blood arrows to sneak attack your thief, and your kid's measurement is too tender, wait for a while to see if I don't beat you despicable guy Your mother doesn't know you.

No matter what they thought in their hearts, they couldn't hear each other's helpless voices, and they couldn't stop the man in black from feeling sad and angry, and they couldn't stop Miguang from waving a mocking fist.

Hearing only a low roar, Miguang's right foot stepped deep into the thick snow, pausing the galloping figure, and the thick snow seemed to be hit by a boulder, stirring up a wave of snow.

The waist sank, and the breath was raised, and Miguang's not huge fist hit the bridge of the black-clothed man's nose with a cold fist wind.

Blood splashed, and then a dull sound spread throughout the courtyard, the male owner of the house held his wife and children in the corner and shivered, and the child's immature face still hung two undried tears, obviously the family was frightened.

The residents who heard the sound around came out curiously to take a look, only to see a shallow human figure printed on the south wall, and the man in black fell off the wall, with broken stone chips, scattered all over the ground, and the blood that could be seen everywhere was like a red flower blooming in the snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

The surrounding residents talked a lot, but no one dared to come forward.

Winter clouds cover the sun, the town of Beiling is very gloomy, the cold wind mixed with the snow blows through the town, through the streets, through the courtyard, Miguang tightened the collar, found that the sleeves have been tattered, a scorching, he frowned slightly and looked at the unconscious man in black on the snow in front of him.

The original straight nose bridge of the man in black had been broken, and warm blood was dripping outward, and the blood flowed through his face, and then condensed into a blood scab by the cold wind, which looked particularly tragic.

Mitsu didn't know if the man in black would be able to bleed his nose to death, so he was ready to kill him now.

I saw a long knife as black as ink on Miguang's right hand, which was particularly calm, and then walked towards the man in black.

The surrounding residents exclaimed, some residents had already covered their children's eyes with their hands, and some residents hurriedly kept their children in the courtyard, obviously guessing what was going to happen next, and did not dare to let the children look at it anymore.

Miguang didn't pay attention to the actions of the surrounding residents, he only knew that the man in black wanted to kill him just now, so he wanted to kill him, very simple reason.

But just as written in general novels, every time there is a crisis, the person who can't get the lunch box in the plot will always have someone to rescue him at this time.

"Stop! Do you want to die?"