Luo Qiyue walked out of the inn quickly, glanced at the eaves and the two coffins in the corner, and was about to walk to the dry position when she suddenly found that the precious spirit stones placed in the eyes of the eaves were different, and after a closer look, she found that although the appearance of the spirit stones had not changed, the luster was completely different.

Someone stole beams and changed columns?

She was shocked in her heart, and immediately found that the two coffins in the corner had also been sealed, and the sword ban of the sword washing ice river, the two masters who had been ambushed in the coffin in advance would not be able to come out for a while.

Why not think about it......

Outside the village, the remnant sun was like blood, and a tall magic shadow was printed on the golden sand.

The bright red robe dragged to the ground, and the long knife on his shoulder was also bright red as blood, the back of the knife was broad, stained with scarlet, and the blade was sharp and dripping with blood.

His body is tall, his blood and qi are turbulent, like a god, his eyes are scarlet like blood, and the red light shoots out of his eyes nearly two feet away, and the old people guarding the door of the village feel a terrible pressure from afar, and some of them are so frightened that they kick their legs on the spot. When he got closer, he saw a loop of iron ropes around his thick arms, which spread straight to the palms of his hands, and then dragged a long string of corpses down the palms of his hands to the ground.

The corpses included disciples of the Holy Fire Cult, merchants who had ventured into the desert, and soldiers from the surrounding small countries, none of them had a complete corpse, and even the severed limbs had been dragged along the way, and it was shocking to see.

The hands pressed on the bow and arrow and trebuchet had begun to tremble, and many people gasped and retreated.

Cao Yunjiao laughed, the muscles on his arms were knotted, and suddenly they bulged, the iron chains clicked, and the arm shook violently, and the long string of stumps and broken arms crossed a scarlet arc in the air and covered it violently, and flesh and blood flew in the air, but more stumps and broken arms were pressed against everyone under the pull of the iron chains.

There were lonely old people below, and when they saw Cao Yunjiao's figure, they were already frightened, and when they saw the mess flying in the sky, they didn't even dare to move, and they were stunned one by one.

"Whew",

Seeing that the mess in the sky was about to be thrown over, but when he heard the sound of the wind, the Dao air flow suddenly spread from behind him, bypassing everyone and forming a whirlpool in the air. The flesh and blood of the limbs in the sky were sucked into it, and it slowly fell down and piled up below, and then a fierce aura suddenly came, and the figure flashed, and a one-armed young man in white clothes crossed the mountain of corpses and blocked in front of everyone.

He turned his head slightly and said, "Go, leave this stockade",

Before seeing Cao Yunjiao, he flattered himself with his current cultivation as the foundation, and the odds of winning should not be small, but when he really saw this person and felt the bloody aura of the stormy waves on his body, he was awe-inspiring in his heart, and the person in front of him was definitely the only enemy he had ever seen in his life.

The group of old men nodded in astonishment and crawled away.

But there was a gust of incense blowing behind him, Luo Qiyue's figure moved behind him, and sighed softly: "He Daxia, the good things you have done, now the formation can no longer be used, only the little woman can help you, I just hope that the sword washing Binghe's swordsmanship is indeed as powerful as rumored",

Why don't you think: "Don't meddle",

Luo Qiyue frowned and said, "Are you crazy?"

"If you intervene, I will kill you first",

Why don't you say coldly.

Cao Yunjiao, who came with a knife, laughed, clapped his hands and smiled: "Well said, so courageous, I have walked so far, killed so many people, and finally met a person who is really worthy of my knife, I promise, your treatment will be different from theirs",

The wrist flipped, the blood-colored broadsword on the shoulder was immediately covered, and a blood-colored rainbow was crossed in the air, and when the long knife landed, the huge knife "bang" slashed horizontally, and the heavy air waves stirred up the yellow sand in the sky followed, and it looked like a sandstorm swept from a distance, and the huge knife mangs came straight through the sandstorm, and the eyes were full of blood, and the ears were full of death.

Cao Yunjiao's knife slashed out a high-grade cultivation, and it was already safe.

Why don't you think and Luo Qiyue are both under the sea of swords, waves and sand, but the reactions of the two are completely different, Luo Qiyue is not weak, but in the face of such a knife, she can't help but feel a little timid, and she swept backwards on tiptoe to avoid it.

Luo Qiyue only heard a sound of "Qiang", the iron sword was unsheathed, and a little black sword flashed, although it was not blazing, but it was extremely powerful, and a gap was suddenly cut out of the sandstorm, and the gap changed rapidly, directly through the sandstorm, and then with a "whoosh" He Busi passed through the sandstorm, as fast as a black meteor.

The world is extremely fast.

In Cao Yunjiao's opinion, this kind of speed was extremely fast, why not think that the blade of the sword quickly expanded in his pupils, and the cold light was approaching in an instant.

"Oh, the swordsman of the speed flow?",

But he stretched out his left hand unhurriedly, and a blood-colored torrent of five fingers erupted from the palm of his hand, turning into a half-human-sized blood-colored vortex three feet away from his body.

Cao Yunjiao's timing was excellent, the blood-colored vortex just wrapped around He Busi's half-cut sword blade, making him unable to move, and at the same time, he held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and slammed the blood-bone knife that had been deeply inserted into the yellow sand.

The sword of the Blood Bone Knife carries a special kind of evil and domineering, and the sound of the knife is like the trembling sound of death; this magic knife is even more powerful in Cao Yunjiao's hands, and few people can survive a knife under him; when he sniped the eight thousand iron cavalry of the Star Clan in the desert, he cut all the thirty cavalry who rushed to the front into four pieces with one sword, including men and horses, which made the border cavalry who had been fighting on the battlefield all year round feel frightened.

is so domineering, why not think about the ruthless sword qi, of course, you can't resist it.

At the moment of the handover of life and death, the empty long sleeve of his right arm suddenly swelled, and a similar suction force was born to offset the power of the blood-colored vortex, and then the spirit iron sword was pulled out of the vortex with a bang, and he swept out like a light and shadow, and the blood-colored knife grazed his body and slashed through, and the sword went straight to the sky, and even the clouds in the sky where the sword qi passed were scattered, and the sky seemed to be poked out of a hole all of a sudden.

And when he landed, a little bright red slipped from the tip of his nose.

Although he was able to avoid the sword aura, he still could not retreat from his whole body, and a blood streak spread from the bridge of his nose to the right cheek.