As night fell, the starlight dimmered a lot because of the woods, but fortunately there were a few fires, and they didn't look so dark, and the faint light of the fire shone on these dart masters.

The warmth of the firelight dispelled the gloom of the autumn night, and everyone was relaxed after eating and drinking, and laughter resounded in the camp.

Su Li raised his head slightly, for many reasons, his divine thoughts were longer than ordinary people's divine thoughts, so he could feel the faint killing intent in the air, and a figure in the distance was strolling over, very casually, without any intention of hiding his traces.

"It's just three realms, and it's really confident. Su Li smiled faintly in his heart, for some reason he didn't want to inform these people, although he could feel the killing intent of the incoming person, but even so, he didn't want to say anything, the blood was cold, why should his heart be warm.

Su Li stood up, and the package after birth was held in his hand, and he was ready to prepare for the next battle.

There was a wind shuttling through the forest, whistling and whispering, as if a wandering spirit whispered, Su Li suddenly raised his head, and the package behind him revealed a sword hilt as white as snow.

The whispering sound of the forest slowly approached, and feathered arrows struck from the forest like lightning.

Whistling, poof, the sharp arrow directly pierced a man's chest, and the powerful penetrating force directly knocked him out and nailed him to the ground, blood continued to flow out of his mouth, and the ** who survived made him stare at everyone.

The instant death made everyone present fall into a daze, and the red blood still looked so obvious in the night.

The crazy feather arrows continued to fall like a sword that cut through the sky, and ten of the original dozens of dart masters died at once, and the corpses in that place looked particularly terrifying.

Death spread, but in the blink of an eye, a roar rang out: "Enemy attack!"

In an instant, everyone seemed to have found the backbone, and quickly took out their weapons, and then gathered together in twos and threes to resist the rain of arrows.

Su Li's footsteps were agile, and he kept dodging those feather arrows. Thinking about the number of archers, he frowned slightly, he couldn't feel the position of the archers in his perception, thinking that it was a little far away, and since the archers made a move, the young man who walked around was getting closer and closer.

Under the angry voice of Mr. Liu's darthead, the panic gradually subsided, but unfortunately it was just a group, and the killing made many young people who had not really seen blood turn pale, and the hands holding the sword were slightly white.

The rain of arrows dissipated, and many dart masters breathed a sigh of relief, the fatal feather arrows were too terrifying, and the sound was like a life-urging talisman, which was unacceptable.

However, Mr. Liu's dart head and Lan Xianfeng did not relax in the slightest, they knew that the real battle had just begun, and those feather arrows were just the beginning.

Through the dark night, the figure of the young man appeared in the afterglow of the firelight, it was a very ordinary face, twenty years old, not too big, but not too small, a dark iron sword in his hand, strolling around, as if playing, without any pressure, and without any excessive expression for the dead people all over the ground.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, there was no reaction, still a calm face, looking at Mr. Liu's dart head and Lan Fengfeng, this dart game is only these two people can make him look at it, and the rest of the people are just ordinary people who can't practice, so what is there to fear.

"Who is Your Excellency?" said Mr. Liu with a gloomy face, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Both of them could feel that this person had the power of True Yuan flowing through his body, and the strength of the middle grade of the Three Realms was definitely above them, and for the sake of their own lives, they had to choose to bow their heads.

The young man smiled faintly and said softly: "The person who sent you on the road, leave the things to me, and I can give you a good time." ”

A chill flashed through Mr. Liu's eyes, and then he said coldly: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

The young man smiled and said, "People always regret it until they die, I have given you a chance, since you don't cherish it, then you all die." ”

A long sword attacked directly, without any hesitation, the sword was like a wind, and the power it carried directly shattered the remnants of half a meter around it, the sword was like the wind, and the person was like a shadow.

The young man's sword is hard, but it is very smart, he did not directly shoot at Mr. Liu's dart, but at those ordinary dart masters, he didn't want any one to escape today, so he killed these ordinary people first.

The sword light roared by, and a young dart master fell to the ground, and a deep sword wound flowed from his throat.

The next moment, blood spurted out wildly, and blood was sprinkled all over the ground at this moment as if it didn't need money.

Mr. Liu and Lan Fengfeng roared angrily, and the swords in their hands attacked together, and two different sword lights came straight towards the young man, wanting to intercept them.

The young man didn't pay any attention to the sword light behind him, since he was already behind him, he couldn't catch up with it.

A famous dart master fell to the ground, blood spread out like a flower, and in the face of the cultivators of the Three Realms, those ordinary dart masters had no room for resistance.

There was a great fear between life and death, and finally someone couldn't stand the torture before death, so he screamed and turned around and chose to flee, but unfortunately no one had any hope under the pace of the youth, and still fell to the ground. Looking at the dead dart masters, Mr. Liu's eyes were almost bloodshot, and his red eyes stared at the young man fiercely, and the violent killing intent became extremely strong, but unfortunately they were not fast enough.

After a while, all the ordinary dart masters died, and now all that is left are Mr. Liu's dart head, Lan Feng, and Liu Danqing, who did not appear, and Su Li, who hid relatively far away.

Looking around and looking at the four people who were still alive, the young man chuckled: "Then let's kill you first!"

The sword light turned sharply, directly facing the sword in Lan Feng's hand, the sword light changed, like a sharp blade attacking, the long sword slashed on the sword body of Lan Feng, making a crisp sound, the sword in his hand was like a dexterous butterfly, constantly beating, constantly hitting the thin sword in Lan Feng's hand.

One by one, the true yuan passed out from the sword body, constantly impacting Lan Enshrinement's body, and the sword was eighteen in a row, Lan Enshrined took a few steps back, a mouthful of blood overflowed the corners of his mouth, and her eyes looked at the young monk with some horror, she never thought that she was so vulnerable.

"It's so weak, I don't even have the simplest sword skills. The young monk sighed.

"Die, Streamer!"

Mr. Liu's dart head finally used his strongest sword, and it was also between his fame, the fast sword was like the wind, and it quickly attacked like a meteor under the night sky.

This sword made the young monk a little surprised, his expression was a little serious, the true yuan in his body burst out, a lush vitality spread, the power of the true yuan of the wood attribute continued to pour into the Xuantie sword in his hand, the blue-green light enveloped his whole body, looking at the sword in his hand, his eyes were as soft as silk, but those wisps contained terrifying power.

"Aoki Sword!"

The young man snorted lightly, and the long sword in his hand bloomed with dazzling light, and the long sword came out, and the powerful True Yuan crushed the meteor sword.

However, at this moment, the sword in Lan Feng's hand was also handed out, and a trace of blue light flowed on the tip of the sword.

Powerful power converged on the tip of the sword, and all the true elements also poured out, revealing a dangerous aura.

The three swords came from different directions, but they finally collided together, and the three powerful True Yuan forces collided with each other, erupting in bursts of roaring sounds, and the air waves blew and sprinkled the surrounding leaves.

The three figures all took a few steps back, and the three of them were a few meters apart, such a powerful blow made the sword light in the young man's hand dim a lot, the true yuan consumption was too large, and his face was also a little pale, the previous blow made him suffer some injuries, although it was not very serious, but it was also very uncomfortable.

Compared to the young monks, Mr. Liu's dart head and Lan Xianfeng were both injured a lot, and there was a trace of despair in their eyes.

However, there is still a trace of comfort in the heart of Mr. Liu, as soon as the accident happened, he handed over the thing to his son, and now it seems that he should be able to escape.

The young cultivator glanced at it lightly and said casually, "It seems that the thing is not on you." ”

"My lord, the things are here. Liu Danqing walked out respectfully, holding an ordinary jade box in his hand, and said in a respectful tone.

Liu Danqing's appearance made Mr. Liu's dart head tremble, and his anger was vented all at once.

"What are you doing?"

"Father, I just did what I had to do. Liu Danqing looked at his father arrogantly, his eyes contemptuous.

The young cultivator got the thing and chuckled: "Very good, since you got the thing, you are useless." ”

A green sword light slashed through, piercing Liu Danqing's head, and the shot was very fast, so Liu Danqing died quickly, without any superfluous expression, and simply died.

"Since I've got the things, let's die together. ”

A powerful sword momentum brewed out, his right foot stepped on the ground like a heavy hammer, the flat and solid ground suddenly sunken down, and a powerful force burst out from under his feet, and the blue-green long sword in his hand accurately slashed towards Mr. Liu's dart.

Raising his sword to meet him, he let out a loud metallic trill, shaking the air for a while.

The young monk's breath was calm, but he was a little slow to react after the sudden double shock of his son's rebellion and murder.

Because it was slow, so he lost, it seemed that in order to complete the task faster, the young monk's left arm stepped forward slightly, blocking the castration of the sword of Mr. Liu's dart, and the sword passed by, and the arm was cut, and the blood was left along the left arm, but the Xuantie sword in his hand was directly inserted into the throat of Mr. Liu's dart, and a sword pierced and extinguished his vitality.

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