The post road was quiet, there were no people in front of or behind, and the birdsong in the forest disappeared mysteriously.

Under the tree, Bian Yao could clearly hear his rapid breathing, and the other party's steady footsteps were falling one by one, sending out a urging rhythm.

The light shone through the cracks in the branches and leaves overhead, and shone silently on his pale face.

Bian Yao's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged scribe, and seeing the other party gradually approaching him, he suddenly closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly!

Suddenly, six sharp swords appeared in the air in a circle, without the slightest stagnation, and flew directly towards the middle-aged scribe!

Bian Yao is very aware of the current situation, he was injured by carelessness, and the injury in his chest is not light, if he forcibly fights, there is only one way to die!

Taking advantage of the moment when the sword flew towards the other party, the soles of his feet suddenly exerted force, and his figure suddenly burst out, ignoring the faint pain in his chest, and ran desperately along the post road towards Gumu Village.

The middle-aged scribe's face was cold, and in the blink of his eyes, he saw a huge folding fan appear out of thin air, spreading it vertically half a foot in front of him, blocking the flying sword.

In an instant, the six illusory flying swords collided with the giant fan, making a loud noise, and then disappeared into mid-air at the same time.

Turning his head to look at the running figure, the middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly turned into a vague shadow and chased after him.

On the lonely post road, two figures, one in front and one behind, are running rapidly.

After more than a dozen breaths, the middle-aged scribe had already chased after Bian Yao, and suddenly waved a folding fan and smashed it into his back!

Sensing the crisis, Bian Yao hurriedly turned sideways and reversed direction, dodging a blow from behind, and quickly rushed into the woods next to the road.

The middle-aged scribe's face was cold, and he suddenly accelerated and flashed into the forest, jumped up, jumped over Bian Yao's head like a bird, and put his feet on the tree in front of him, and swirled back in the air.

In mid-air, the middle-aged scribe suddenly waved away the folding fan, and the edge of the fan, which was as thin as a sharp blade, carried a fierce and ferocious momentum, and cut it towards Bian Yao's neck, as fast as lightning!

Bian Yao hurriedly retracted the castration, his mind moved slightly, and the Wusha sword instantly floated in his palm, raised his arm and struggled forward, blocking in front of him!

"Bell!", the killing move was blocked, and the sound of metal staggering sounded next to his ears.

Bian Yao flicked it back with the help of the impact, and was surprised to find that the folding fan held by the middle-aged scribe was not made of wood, and its fan bone was actually gold.

At this point, judging from the speed and body of the other party alone, Bian Yao can almost confirm that the middle-aged scribe is a mid-stage dreamer, and it is likely that he is about to break through to the late stage, with his current situation, it is almost impossible to escape back to the village, and if he fights, he is far from this person's opponent!

At the moment of life and death, Bian Yao had long forgotten the pain in his chest, his dark eyes stared coldly at the middle-aged scribe, and the escape intention that began to sprout was inexplicably fading.

The middle-aged scribe's eyebrows tightened, he was bent on a quick decision, lest the time would change if it dragged on for a long time, and naturally he didn't want to give Bian Yao time to breathe.

The body suddenly moved again, waving a fan, killing moves like a dance, and the moves were deadly!

Bian Yao had already increased his body speed to the extreme, but the opponent's attack was strong and dangerous, and it was constantly intensive, and he felt very difficult to deal with, resulting in danger, and from time to time he needed to use the trees around him to hide.

After a while, Bian Yao's eyes were covered with abnormal bloodshots, and his complexion gradually flushed, bright red as blood!

The restlessness in his heart gradually grew, and the anger that had been suppressed before was also rising rapidly! Moreover, in the depths of his mind, there seemed to be a villain dancing and kicking, and there was a faint pain.

Every time he breathed, Bian Yao's face turned red, and that face seemed to be burning with an invisible fire!

"Ahh

A loud cry suddenly sounded in the forest, and it was heard far away.

Suddenly, the two figures were separated in mid-air!

After landing, Bian Yao seemed to be a different person, he had forgotten to escape, forgot the pain, and even forgot himself, forgetting everything!

In those dark eyes, there was a blazing killing intent!

From this moment on, he was no longer controlled by his original consciousness, but completely controlled the movements of his body by instinct! Up and down his body, faintly exuding a momentum of no fear of life and death! An abnormal change occurred inside his body, and the injuries on his chest were rapidly healing automatically!

Bian Yao stood under a tall tree, tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth raised high, and his cold eyes revealed undisguised madness!

Since breaking through to the realm of dream madness, this is the first time he has entered the "mad state"!

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe's face suddenly changed drastically! He is also a dream maniac, and of course he knows very well what this change means! As long as the dream maniac enters the mad state, he can kill the enemy by leaping the ranks, and even if the other party also enters the mad state later, the final result is very likely to be the same death!

After a dream cultivator enters the realm of dream madness, his body will undergo some kind of abnormality. Although the combat power of the dream maniac in the ordinary state is not weak, it is far from terrifying! The real trouble is the dream maniac who has entered the "crazy state"!

Once the dream maniac is stimulated by a certain level and reaches a certain level, among the five senses, in addition to the two senses of sight and hearing, the other three senses will be automatically closed, and the various skills in the body will also be instantly improved, and it will automatically enter an abnormal state, which is the so-called "crazy state"!

In this state, the dream cultivator is not afraid of death, and he does not know pain! There is nothing else in his heart, in his mind, but a crazy and unyielding fighting spirit!

However, there is a price to be paid for madness, and it is even very likely to endanger one's life! Slightly less willpower, or without the help of external forces, the madman may remain in a state of madness until he exhausts his vital functions and finally dies!

Maintaining the "mad state" requires one's own physical strength and spiritual power to do support, once entering the mad state, the consumption rate of physical energy and spiritual power will be very fast! If the spiritual power is exhausted first, then the person who has entered the madness will automatically return to a normal state, and his life is worry-free; if the physical energy is exhausted first, then the life function will burn and be converted into physical energy, and the life function determines the longevity of human beings, so that it is naturally extremely dangerous!

Bian Yao looked coldly at the middle-aged scribe opposite, clenched the Wusha sword in his palm suddenly, his body suddenly tensed, and he shot towards the other party, setting off a cold wind in an instant!

"Kill!" This is the first time since the two have been fighting, he has taken the initiative to attack!

In the face of that swift and ferocious attack, the middle-aged scribe had no intention or dared to frustrate his sharpness, but chose a simple dodge, and he hurriedly jumped to a tree next to him.

The tide of battle has reversed! Bian Yao turned defense into offense, and his body movements were as fast as the wind! He had completely given up defense and launched an attack with all his might, and his moves were all life-for-life plays!

After a few breaths, beads of sweat oozed from the middle-aged scribe's forehead, he had lost the opportunity, and now he was forced to passively defend or dodge by a series of powerful attacks, and between his constantly frowning brows, a look of anger gradually appeared.

Although the middle-aged scribe has already had the idea of retreating, but he is still a little reluctant in his heart, he thinks about it, Bian Yao must have a lot of valuable property on his body, and finally met such a "little rich man", who has been following him for so long but has not received anything, of course he is very unwilling!

Having said that, even though he wanted to get out of the battle, the person was chased and entangled by Bian Yao, and his heart was anxious and angry, this place is not far from Gumu Village, if he is found and reported to the law enforcers in the village, then it will be a big trouble!

Under the urgency, there will naturally be distracting thoughts in his heart, and the reflection is a little slower, and the middle-aged scribe's chest is immediately slashed with a sword, and his clothes are torn open with a long mark, and blood suddenly gushes out.

The wound on his chest was bleeding, and the pain that came from the wound, the middle-aged scribe seemed to be stimulated, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his anger suddenly surged upward, and his complexion began to turn red, showing a sign of madness!

In a fit of rage, the middle-aged scribe lost his mind and forgot about the consequences.

His eyes flashed, and his face showed a fierce look! Facing the sword that Bian Yao stabbed at him, the middle-aged scribe actually gave up defense and dodge, and wanted to choose to forcibly attack!

I saw him suddenly flip his wrist, use the fan as a sword, and stab straight at Bian Yao's chest!

The final showdown! Victory or defeat is only in a split second!

Although the middle-aged scribe may enter a state of madness at any time, he has not really entered a state of madness! He is only in a state of madness before entering the madness, and the madness in his body has not yet been completely aroused, so at the last moment, there is a trace of extremely brief hesitation in his mind.

A thoughtless sword, a selfless and fearless sword!

Between the lightning switches, the Wusha sword stabbed at the moment, flashing out a little red!

The middle-aged scribe only felt that his heart was frozen, his body stagnated for a moment, and the castration of the folding fan in his palm suddenly slowed down, and most of the strength dissipated in an instant, leaving only less than the original three layers.

"Poof!" the middle-aged scribe fell to the ground in a daze, and died without moving!

Bian Yao's sword pierced into his heart extremely quickly and skillfully, killing him instantly!

The middle-aged scribe was only a little bit able to enter a state of madness, and it seemed a bit unjust to die like this, if he could have gone mad a moment earlier, then the person who could not afford to fall to the ground in the end was likely to be Bian Yao.

Seeing that the enemy fell to the ground and died, losing the target of the attack, Bian Yao's body couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes became a little dull, he took a few steps back, and then stood there motionless.

After a moment, he slowly twisted his body, looked around blankly, and suddenly blinked, and a trace of doubt flashed in his bright eyes, as if he was remembering what had just happened.

Silently, the madness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the blood-red color on his face slowly receded.

After more than a dozen breaths, Bian Yao suddenly sat on the ground, holding his chest and gasping for breath, the soreness began to faintly come from all over his body, getting heavier and heavier.

At this time, he finally came to his senses, and with a movement of his mind, several spiritual fruits of different colors and sizes appeared in his palms, all of which were given to him by the night corpse, which could alleviate the abnormal condition of the body and also have a certain effect on the trauma suffered by the body.

He quickly stuffed those spirit fruits into his mouth, chewed them a few bites, swallowed them, and then sat on the ground to breathe and recover. After about half a moment, his complexion returned to normal, and although he was still slightly unwell, he was no longer in serious trouble.

Bian Yao slowly raised his head, his gaze fell on the middle-aged scribe and stayed for a while, then he suddenly stood up, walked over to the corpse and squatted down, and began to rummage over it.

Soon, he took out a space bag from the middle-aged scribe, immersed his consciousness in it and checked it, and found that there were several spirit fruits inside, the number of which totaled nearly six thousand, in addition, there were more than 20,000 dream coins, and some other messy sundries.

The corners of Bian Yao's mouth curled slightly, and then he glared fiercely at the corpse of the middle-aged scribe.

Before, he was chased and robbed by this person, and almost died! Now that the other party is dead at his own hands, in this case, he will naturally not have the slightest sense of guilt in his heart when he takes away the things from the other party!

On the post road, a black figure hurriedly rushed from the direction of Gumu Village, and the speed was extremely fast!

The person who came was a middle-aged man, wearing a black official uniform, with a green word "catch" embroidered on the left chest of his shirt, long pale green hair fluttering behind him, sword eyebrows slanted, and cold eyes extremely sharp.

After a while, the green-haired man stopped by the post road, turned around and looked around, as if looking for some traces, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he suddenly plunged into the forest.

"Murderer! Dare to commit a crime in my Mu County! Don't wait to be caught!"

A furious shout suddenly sounded in the forest.

Bian Yao was squatting in front of the corpse with a space bag, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the sound, and quickly turned his head to follow the voice, and saw a man in an official uniform running towards him, secretly exclaiming, "Oops"!

He knew that he had been mistaken for a robber, and the most troublesome thing was that in this case, even a few more mouths would be difficult to justify. As soon as I think about it, let's just let him go!

Bian Yao quickly put the space bag in his hand into his arms, waved his arm and quickly pointed at the visitor, and saw a large cyan stone more than half a zhang high floating in the air, flying towards the green-haired man.

With one move, Bian Yao had no time to care about anything else, he quickly turned around and leaped into the deep forest, flashing his figure between the trees, and soon disappeared into the bushes.

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