Heavy rain enveloped petite Elbis.

After a day of hustle and bustle, the city is rarely quiet.

But the apparent silence is only the result of the sound of the rain, and thanks to the cold and rainy nights, the land of spring flowers adds a little more erotic tones. This rainstorm is like a beaded curtain hanging from the sky, covering up all the ambiguity.

However, it can't hide the tense and oppressive atmosphere in a certain alley.

"Fauber. Uncle Jing called softly.

There was nothing but the cheerful sound of rain answering him.

The carriage was still rushing forward, and there was a solemn smell in the carriage, like a devout prayer believer in front of the Buddha statue, whoever broke this solemn atmosphere would be hostile to the people around him, and even abandoned by the gods and Buddhas.

However, Uncle Jing never believed in Buddhism. He only believes in himself.

After glancing at Yun Feng, an agile figure flashed out of the carriage.

"Brush!"

The first thing to catch him was a bright sword light, which had been accumulating for a long time, and it was fierce, hiding the shadow in the dark night, only illuminating the lonely rainy alley, and Uncle Jing's indifferent face.

Years of experience in conquest told Uncle Jing that he would never fight an unprepared battle. Therefore, before he got out of the carriage, he was ready to meet the enemy.

Without looking at the cold knife light, Uncle Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, his body did not retreat but advanced, and the blade brushed over, and two short spears appeared in his hands at some point, flying like a spinning top, instantly cutting off the rope sleeve on the horse's back.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound broke the monopoly of the rain on the night. The carriage separated from the horse, lost its balance and fell to the ground, and continued to slide forward for several meters with inertia. At the same time, Uncle Jing jumped lightly, followed the water marks drawn by the carriage all the way with splashing water, and finally stood in front of the carriage.

"Young master?" Uncle Jing was most worried about Yun Feng's safety. However, perhaps due to the buffering effect of water on the ground, the fallen carriage is only a little damaged on the outer edge, but the structure is still intact.

"Uncle Jing, I'm fine. Yun Feng's calm voice came from the compartment, and it was obvious that he was not panicked.

After confirming that the young master was fine, Uncle Jing set his eyes on the old man in front of him. By this point, he could conclude that this man was not the familiar Fauber. The latter is afraid that there will be more luck at this time.

Under his gaze, the old man moved, but the target was not him.

"Hiss......"

The old horse, who had been pulling the cart for many years, had not gone far before a dagger had been sunk into his neck, and the galloping hooves disintegrated in slow motion—bending, kneeling, and then the horse's head slammed to the ground, only to let out a mournful neigh, so lonely on a cold, rainy night.

"Red Fire!" A second before it fell, Red Fire heard the affectionate call of its master. But he felt that he had failed his mission, and he refused to close his eyes until he died.

In the carriage, Yun Feng clenched his fists vigorously, his eyes moist.

He still remembered that when Uncle Jing took him to the market, he ran into a restaurant killing horses. He drove slowly in front of him in a wheelchair, completely absorbed by the big eyes with a strong desire to live, a life, a soul praying to him. For the first time, his compassion was so violently struck that he was immediately saved from under the butcher's knife. Named Chihuo.

By this time, however, the fire had been extinguished.

Extinguished in the pouring rain.

Looking at the fallen red fire, although Uncle Jing was equally sad, he was more worried. He originally hoped that Chihuo would run back to the General's Mansion to report the news and bring reinforcements, but seeing this situation, he still underestimated the meticulousness of his opponent's thoughts.

"Who are you?" Uncle Jing asked coldly. He really couldn't guess who would dare to attack Yunfeng in Elbis. You must know that in the entire kingdom, there are few people who can withstand the wrath of the general. Besides, what does the murderer gain by attacking a child with crippled legs?

Is it revenge, or is it a conspiracy?

"Ahem...... cough cough in response to Uncle Jing was a few sick coughs. The old man's rickety figure seemed to have no power, making people completely unable to imagine that the sword light that was as fast as wind and thunder before came from his hand. However, the sharp knife in his hand clearly conveyed a message - anyone who despised him was bound to be stained with blood and cut off his neck.

"Why should you ask anything more when you are about to die? An indifferent voice slowly spat out from the old man's mouth. At this point, he no longer had to continue his disguise.

I saw him slowly pull out a few tiny silver needles from his old face, and his originally kind face was like a larva wriggling. After a while, the old man finally revealed his true face—his face was wrinkled like a ravine, his lips were a little slanted, but his eyebrows were very thick, and his eyes were shining with determination.

"Desolate North Disguise Technique?" Although Uncle Jing did not reveal any emotion, he was slightly surprised in his heart. He had heard of this superb transfiguration technique, which uses silver needles to stimulate the acupuncture points of the human face to change the direction, expansion and closure of muscles, which is an extremely difficult transfiguration technique, and even the closest people may not be able to detect it.

But the Arabei and the Shire are far apart, and there are three empires in between, and there is no contradiction and conflict between the two countries. Who had traveled thousands of miles to this quiet town to plan tonight's attack? just for the sake of the young man, or was there another purpose? The attack was even more complicated than Uncle Jing had imagined.

And the quickest way to find out the answer is to look for it in the old man with thick eyebrows.

However, at this time, escape is the most important, and those who have not can be analyzed later. After the previous face-to-face, Uncle Jing concluded that the old man with thick eyebrows was undoubtedly a cultivator, but the specific realm was unknown. However, looking at the knife that slashed at him, skillful and decisive, ruthless and tricky, it can be seen that he must have been immersed in the world of knives for a long time.

At this time, the old man with thick eyebrows had also recovered his original appearance, and said again: "It's not too early, Huangquan Road has been opened, and the old man will give you a ride for free." But don't go too fast and be careful that your child can't keep up. ”

The words of the old man with thick eyebrows made Yun Feng break free from the sadness of Chihuo's death, either because he couldn't get used to the arrogance of the other party, or to divert his anger, he shouted: "Uncle Jing, look. ”

Uncle Jing had tensed his nerves in this tense atmosphere, and when he suddenly heard Yun Feng calling him, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, thinking that he had found a more dangerous signal, so he looked around vigilantly, but in the end he didn't find a new threat, and wondered: "What are you looking at?"

Yunfeng said slowly: "There is a cow flying in the sky. ”

Uncle Jing didn't react for a moment at first, but after a while, he suddenly understood what Yun Feng was referring to: "Yes, and I don't know who stole it and put it in the crotch." In fact, he doesn't know something, the real force can't be disguised, it's innate. ”

"I have no idea what you two are talking about. For the ridicule of the two singing and harmonizing, the old man with thick eyebrows was not moved at all, thinking that the dying person, what would it matter if he let him speak two more words. When the words fell, Jin Yun wrist, and at the same time, his right foot suddenly exerted force, and the stagnant water on the ground was instantly shaken away by the strong qi, revealing the hard stone slab.

The old man with thick eyebrows was like an arrow off the string, coming towards Uncle Jing through the air. The sharp tip of the knife slices across the water and cuts it in half!

This speed, what a fast word!

It's almost open the door, and it's almost home.

Uncle Jing clearly felt the momentum of the bamboo, and the smile had already entered his bones. The hands were put forward and folded, and the two short guns merged into one in an instant, domineering!

"Bang!"

In close combat, all intrigues and tricks were wiped out in the face of absolute strength. The old man with thick eyebrows used his speed to force people, and before the knife arrived, the qi went first, completely locking the opponent, so that he could only face this violent knife momentum, and there was nowhere to hide, which can be described as fierce.

"This power! is extraordinary!" Before the numbness in the palm of his hand reached Uncle Jing's brain, the silver spear in front of him slowly sank as a cushion. This is Uncle Jing's prediction made with experience, and he doesn't want to take it rashly in the face of the thick eyebrows old man's hard work.

"Bang!Bang!"

The sound of knives whistling, the sound of guns piercing, the combination of knives and guns, composing a blood-boiling movement in the dark. The powerful sonorous sound is like a forged iron, and the frequency of the hammer drop is like rain. In a few breaths, Uncle Jing and the old man with thick eyebrows have fought for dozens of rounds.

After this battle, Uncle Jing clearly realized that the enemy was stronger than he imagined. Thinking about it, the old man with thick eyebrows did not pretend to be forced before, and his strong confidence came from his own strength.

Raindrops are like mirrors, flashing with knife light. The old man with thick eyebrows can be said to have the upper hand completely, but Uncle Jing has not been defeated. Different from the thick eyebrows old man's wide open and domineering knife skills, Uncle Jing's spear is flexible and ingenious, stretching freely, like a fish playing in the water.

The collision of rigidity and softness, scattered with sparks in the dark night, between the beautiful vision, there is a hidden thrill of life and death!

"Yikes!"

The thick-eyed old man shouted, and suddenly struck a side slash like thunder, and even the air flow trembled with fear to make way for it. The invincible broadsword came out of the dust like this, as thin as a cicada's wings in Uncle Jing's dilated pupils.

"Fuck!" Uncle Jing scolded in his heart while holding the gun with one hand, pressing the tail of the gun as a fulcrum and picking it up. The upper body cooperated to lean back, which could not only lend more power to the spear, but also avoid the sharp knife of the thick-eyed old man.

"Boom!"

The moment the gun touched the blade, the corners of the old man's crooked mouth with thick eyebrows showed a strange smile.

A bad omen suddenly appeared in Uncle Jing's heart, this is a premonition obtained from years of fighting on the battlefield and wandering on the verge of death for a long time, and he has been spared many times at critical moments. Therefore, before the gun could be recovered, he hurriedly retreated.

But it's still half a beat slower.

I saw that the spear had stopped the steel knife from moving forward, but another ray of light broke out, faster than the previous sword, without substance, but containing the power to smash everything.

This sword qi that Uncle Jing is afraid to avoid is a height that many people cannot reach in their lifetime, and it represents a big ship that is about to set sail to the vast and boundless ocean.

"Gathering Qi Sixfold!" Uncle Jing finally understood where the confidence of the old man with thick eyebrows came from, although he retreated a few meters back sharply at the moment of a thousand moments, he still couldn't avoid the sharp sword.

I saw that his shirt, which was already very old, was split in two from top to bottom, and a small and slender blood mark crossed his left chest, and not a drop of blood oozed out. But it is precisely because of the smallness that it is profound. If you go one more point inside, I'm afraid that Uncle Jing will already be a cold corpse at this time.

I remember that he had said to Yun Feng before that if he wanted to become a true walker, "perception" was the most basic prerequisite. After perceiving the existence of the five elements, it is introduced into the body, stored in the sea of qi, and after reaching a certain saturation, it automatically transforms into qi, and since then it has completed the transformation of the chrysalis butterfly.

However, at that time, Uncle Jing did not elaborate to Yun Feng - the process of storing the Five Elements in the Qi Sea was what cultivators called Qi gathering.

There are seven levels of Qi gathering, and when you reach the last level, the five elements will begin to gradually transform into Qi Accumulation. Of course, the time it takes for all conversions to complete varies from person to person. But there is no doubt that the sixfold gathering qi is equivalent to knocking on the door of the walker world, and as long as the qualifications are not too dull, the time to reach the seventh level is just around the corner.

"This is really not good...... Uncle Jing glanced at the blood stain on his left chest, and his heart palpitated. If he hadn't dodged quickly and avoided the vital point, he would have really followed the enemy's wish - to enjoy the flowers on the Huangquan Road.

However, although he escaped once, the situation is still not optimistic, and the other party is undoubtedly higher than cultivation.

"Smack!"

The water splashed again, and the old man with thick eyebrows saw that he had failed to harvest the enemy's life with a knife that he had fully grasped, so he waded through the rain again and came silently. He didn't intend to give his opponent a breather, and the only way for him to withdraw his sword was to take off the enemy's head.

Or, be decapitated by the enemy.