A figure flew in the night wind, and his figure seemed so coordinated in the night. How many times he walked in the dark, but this time it was different. He was wounded, and the blood soaked in his black clothes, showing a faint black and red color.

The black and red light on his body had long since receded, and his palms appeared even paler. Only his face was still so cold and expressionless.

He'd been wearing this mask for a long time. Perhaps the mask has been with him since the first day he joined the Killer organization five years ago.

He ran to the path outside Ye Cheng and stopped. Reaching out to hold an oak tree, his body trembled slightly, and his breathing was extremely rapid.

He needs to rest.

The silver moon gradually sinks in the west. He turned his head to look behind him, the dense oak foliage blocking the moonlight, and the path still darkened.

For a long time, there was no movement.

He sat down with his back to the oak tree.

He wasn't sure if anyone was following him.

But if he doesn't stop to rest for a while, I'm afraid that when he is overtaken, he will have no power to fight back.

Another figure appeared on the path, her white clothes, still conspicuous in the shade of the trees that the moonlight did not shine on.

Mist stared at her, this extremely beautiful woman held a turquoise sword in her hand, and her face was cold. Compared to himself with a mask, the indifference is comparable.

Zhou Mengxuan has always been like this, and what she has to do at this time is to kill the other party, and she is a little indifferent.

She was already sure in her heart that the man in black in front of her was the target of her trip. Moreover, Uncle Yin Banchen went down the mountain on the order of the head of the sect, also to find the divine soldier in the hands of this man. She was already ready to kill the demons, and she didn't lack a reason to kill the other party.

Mist got up and slowly drew the long sword at his waist. He also understands that he has no friends, only enemies.

There was no sorrow in his heart, and the right to choose never belonged to him.

Zhou Mengxuan Qingluo's sword was unsheathed, and her body flew up, like a fairy in the sky, and she killed it straight towards the mist. This sword full of murderous intent, in the eyes of the mist, is still extremely beautiful. "Maybe dying at her hands is also a good ending. In that instant, such a thought suddenly flashed through Mist's mind.

"No, I still have a lot of work to do. His body, which stood quietly, burst out with black and red light again. Perhaps it was the last time, he induced the Divine Sword and burst out with the greatest strength at this time to resist the Qingluo Divine Sword.

The turquoise sword of the Qingluo Divine Sword and the black and red light of the misty black sword collided heavily.

"Groan" two sword roars, shaking the sky, the sky across a huge light, like a giant dragon. The power of the divine soldier is unmatched.

Zhou Mengxuan's body flew upside down, and blood oozed from her mouth.

The mist trampled on the stone slab even more, and his feet sank in. He was already unsteady on his feet, his left hand propped up on the ground, and he bowed like this, blood spurted out of his mouth, and the wound under his ribs was like a burst, and blood gushed wildly. But he still held his head high, his eyes sharp, and he didn't flinch.

If he could speak, would he beg for mercy? He had many reasons to live, but his persistent eyes told Zhou Mengxuan that he never flinched.

Zhou Mengxuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, the power of this sword, with her skills at this time, was unbearable.

She needed time to breathe a sigh of relief, and it would only take a moment before she could strike again. The mist was badly wounded, and even if she fled, she would be able to catch up.

She still has plenty of time.

She's on the move.

But the truth is often unexpected, and on the trail, a figure appears again.

The man was wearing a black cloak with a white placket peeking out of the neckline. He was tall and mighty, but his face was covered with a black cloth, so that people could not see his face clearly.

The masked man walked between the two and gestured to the mist. Mist's brows furrowed, he obviously didn't expect such a change. However, his desire to live was so strong, without waiting for Zhou Mengxuan to react, he mustered up his last strength and jumped into the darkness.

Zhou Mengxuan watched the fog leave, and was slightly flustered in her heart.

The masked man stood there like this, without the slightest intention of making a move. Zhou Mengxuan struggled to kill the masked man with a sword, but the masked man did not fight back, but only used his way to dodge. Zhou Mengxuan made two more moves, but she still couldn't help the masked man. She wanted to get out of the fog several times, but the masked people blocked in front of her again and again, and the speed of her body was so fast that Zhou Mengxuan couldn't do it.

Zhou Mengxuan was helpless, and seeing that the masked man had no intention of dealing with him, he had no choice but to put away his sword and turn away.

The sky is white, and the silver moon has sunk in the west.

Zhou Mengxuan returned to Yecheng along the road, and she kept guessing the identity of the masked man in her heart. She was anxious to find her uncle Yin Banchen and narrate what had happened, so she hurried all the way to the old place of the Ye family. When she arrived, she found that there was no figure in the ruins of the manor, only a few mutilated corpses, which were placed haphazardly in front of the stone monument.

There are blood stains on the stele, which are left by the previous fight. The words "Seventy-three members of the Ye family are well-dressed" looked particularly hideous and eye-catching in her eyes.

She frowned, vaguely feeling that there might be a secret here that no one else knew. The black-clothed swordsman is likely to be the descendant of this Ye family.

She was a little hesitant in her heart, things were not as simple as she thought.

......

Misty was badly injured and staggered down the trail. His robe was soaked, and his body was nearly collapsed due to massive blood loss. He beat his spirits and didn't let himself pass out.

He needed to find a place to recuperate before it dawned. But apparently, this idea was an extravagant hope for him at this time.

When his mind was almost blurred in the fog, he arrived at a tribal cottage.

On the territory of the Federal States, there are many such cottages. One by one, the cottages are connected to form a clan.

It was getting dark, and in front of a courtyard gate, he finally fainted to the ground.

......

Let's say that Yin Banchen rushed to Chiba City with Pu Rusheng all the way, day and night, and finally arrived in the evening of the third day. Both of them were exhausted, Yin Banchen hurried with all his might, and during the period, he also distracted to suppress the blood flow in his arms, and even more so to take the seriously injured Pu Rusheng, the consumption was huge, it can be imagined.

At this time, the poison has spread to his arm, and if he can't get the antidote immediately, and wait for the poison to enter his torso, there is only a dead end. He is a generation of Tianjiao, he is only thirty years old, and his skills have reached the holy level, and he is the master of the first hall of the Kunwu Sword Sect, where is he willing to die.

"Bang!" Pu Rusheng was thrown heavily on the ground, "Say, where is the antidote?" Yin Banchen's face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely hideous, without the appearance of a righteous master.

"Ahem!" Pu Rusheng coughed up blood clots with difficulty, his face was withered at this time, and he was already dying.

"Ahem... The antidote is in the grocery store in the west of the city... Ahem..."Pu Rusheng said with difficulty.

"Hmph, if you deceive me, you will die without a place to bury. Yin Banchen faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, but at this time he had no choice.

Yin Banchen took Pu Rusheng and ran straight to the grocery store in the west of the city according to the direction pointed by Pu Rusheng, which was originally one of the strongholds under the command of Heilong. At this time, it was not yet dark, and four or five intelligence personnel were resting in the courtyard behind the shop.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and Yin Banchen broke in. Several people didn't know Yin Banchen, but they knew Pu Rusheng, and immediately took out their weapons and surrounded Yin Banchen from front to back.

"Hurry up and put down your lordship!" shouted several people.

Yin Banchen could see it clearly, these people were just ordinary grandmaster cultivators, and he didn't care about this strength in his eyes. Holding the placket of Pu Rusheng's clothes with one hand, he lifted him up, and asked again, "Where is it?"

Pu Rusheng raised his hand with difficulty, pointed in a direction, and said slightly: "It's in... In that room... The second compartment of the corner cabinet... The antidote is put there..."Pu Rusheng almost said a word, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

Yin Banchen had faint suspicions in his heart, but he had poison on his shoulders, so where could he take care of so much. "I lifted him up to myself, and if anything happened, I would kill him first. He made up his mind, and carried Pu Rusheng to the room.

"Hurry up and put down your lord!" shouted several members of the Black Dragon Group as they chased after them.

Yin Banchen ignored it, kicked open the door, and saw an ordinary private house, and in the corner of the wall, there was a three-foot-high cabinet standing there.

Yin Banchen was slightly excited in his heart, and hurriedly ran over. At this time, he still had a trace of vigilance in his heart, so he did not let go of Pu Rusheng. Before he got the cabinet, he threw Pu Rusheng on the ground, and Pu Rusheng fell down, looking weak.

"Smack... Two voices sounded one after another, the first was the sound of Yin Banchen opening the cabinet, and the second was the sound of the mechanism.

The moment Pu Rusheng opened the cabinet in Yin Banchen, the power that came from nowhere, and his body suddenly rolled away. Yin Banchen was caught off guard, and suddenly stepped on the air under his feet, and suddenly fell into a dark path.

The moment he fell in, he saw a small jade bottle in the cabinet and hurriedly grabbed it in his hand. Turning his head, the sneer on Pu Rusheng's face that had succeeded in his plan looked so hideous.

"Ahh Thousands of precautions, but still fooled and trapped. If I had been more cautious, I might not have been fooled.

By a flash of light, Yin Banchen saw something that made him despair. This secret passage is like a dry well, four or five zhang high, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. Even in the heyday of his strength, he had to go all out to leap out.

However, at this time, he ran for two days and two nights, and his strength had been consumed by seventy or eighty percent, where could he jump out. Besides, being in mid-air, there is nowhere to borrow strength.

"Ahh I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Yin Banchen roared again, his voice so angry and sad.

The passage opened and closed again, and it was completely dark.

"Hmph..."Pu Rusheng leaned on the ground, listening to Yin Banchen's roar, with a sneer on his face. I didn't laugh twice, and I fainted.

......

In the dark, Yin Banchen's palm was still holding the jade bottle, he opened it and smelled it, only to feel a faint aroma oozing.

This could be the antidote, more likely the poison.

He hesitated, and became even more anxious. The strange pain in his shoulder was always a reminder to make a decision early.

This decision is difficult to make, Park Rusheng is so cunning, he doesn't believe that he will really get the antidote for himself. If this wasn't the antidote, he would have to cut off his entire left arm right away, and maybe survive.

He is at the peak of his life, where is he willing to turn himself into a monster like this. He doesn't discriminate against physical disabilities, but he refuses to allow himself to be like this.

"Ahh

"In my lifetime, I will send you and others to hell!" his voice was full of tragedy.

There was a sound of "bang", and the long sword was unsheathed.

...

Zhou Mengxuan waited in Yecheng for two days, and did not wait for the news of Uncle Yin Banchen. "Maybe there was a temporary change, so Uncle Yin left on his own. She thought to herself.

She thought of the black-clothed killer again, and the mission of the trip down the mountain was not yet complete.

She lingered no longer, and Misty was badly wounded, and the pursuit was the best time. If you wait for him to heal from his wounds, it will be difficult to kill him.

Zhou Mengxuan bought a fast horse in the city, and Wu Yu saw her sister leave, so she immediately followed. The two of them left Yecheng and investigated all the way along the trail.

The trail stretches into the mountains. The mountain range is huge, with many towering peaks. The plants that grow in the mountains change depending on the height of the mountains.

Zhou Mengxuan and the two got off the horse and walked along the mountain trail. At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them reached the halfway point of the mountain, looked up, and saw that the mountains were endless, and there were almost no people in sight. After a mountain, another mountain, the two of them trekked through mountains and rivers, which made Wu Yu miserable.

In the midst of this great mountain, where is the use of horses? Zhou Mengxuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, obviously she didn't expect this stubble. The two released their horses and walked along the mountain road on their own. Since there is a mountain road in the mountain, if you follow the mountain road, you will definitely find people.

It's just that Zhou Mengxuan suddenly thought of a problem, Misty was seriously injured, not to mention trekking through mountains and rivers, even if he escaped such a long distance on the plain, it was unlikely.

However, at this time, it was too late to rush back, there were many beasts in the deep forests in the mountains, so the two of them still found the tribal cottage first. Zhou Mengxuan figured it out in her heart, so she didn't worry about it anymore. She is an extremely cold person, and there are very few things she really cares about in her heart.

When Pu Rusheng woke up, the wounds on his body had been treated and bandaged by his subordinates. However, the injuries suffered by the internal organs need to be slowly recuperated.

"Someone!" he thought for a moment, then shouted out of the house.

Suddenly, a slightly thin man pushed the door in and said respectfully, "Master Park, what do you command?"

Pu Rusheng Wu lay down on his own, didn't get up, looked at the roof with his eyes, and said hatefully: "Send people to spread the news of the killer fog secretly." The thin man's face was slightly puzzled, and Pu Rusheng continued: "It has spread to the Divine Sword Gate, Qin'an Mansion, and to the ears of the major forces. "Misty was born in a killer organization, and Dark Dragon has already secretly recorded the information about his killer mission. In fact, every killer who takes on a mission, the organization will record it.

"My lord, is the news of the divine soldier in his hands also spreading?" asked the thin man.

Pu Rusheng sighed lightly, but unexpectedly caused severe pain in his internal organs, and his face showed a hideous look, "Pass it on, spread it out." ”

"Yes, don't worry, sir. The thin man replied respectfully, and turned and walked out the door.

"Slow down!" Pu Rusheng propped up his body with his right hand, turned his head and said, "The news of King Nightmare's death in the hands of the mist will be transmitted to the Lord as soon as possible." For details, when my injuries are healed, I will personally go to the Lord to meet the Lord. ”

......

In the Divine Sword Gate, Gan Qu helped his senior brother Quan Manying not long ago and secured the position of the master of the door. The elder of the sect was not convinced, and he raised his sword and killed the elder. In his mind, after the death of his master, the weight of his senior brother Quan Manying is particularly important.

If it weren't for the senior brother who has been taking care of himself, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago, Ganqu remembered what happened when he was a child.

He is a man who knows how to be grateful.

Seeing that the major event in the door had been decided, he planned to travel to the mainland to find out the news of this mysterious murderer.

"Senior brother!" Gan Qu entered the main hall and looked at Quan Manying sitting on a high place, feeling a little rusty in his heart. Quan Manying was dressed in brocade clothes and sat in the position where his master Bai Youchuan once sit, full of ambition. Looking at the strong man Ganqu who entered the hall, he was contemplating himself, and suddenly smiled.

The smile seemed so kind, but Ganqu only felt strange.

"Senior brother, is there anything wrong? Tell me and I'll help you. Kwon Manchu spoke with pride in his tone.

Gan Qu shook off the cranky thoughts in his heart, "Senior brother is still senior brother, how can I think about these things randomly?" He looked at Quan Manying, took a breath, and said, "Senior brother, I'm here to bid you farewell." ”

"Oh, where is the junior brother going?" Kwon Manying frowned slightly, obviously not liking to hear this.

"Senior brother, the master's revenge has not been avenged, and under the nine springs, there will be no rest. I am going to go out to find out the news of the enemy, waiting for an opportunity to avenge my master. Ganqu looked at Quan Manying's slightly frowning brows, and for some reason, there was always some inexplicable loss in his heart. He wanted to say that we would avenge the master together, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words again.

The change in people's hearts may really only be in this moment.

"It's okay!" Kwon Manying frowned for a moment and said these two words lightly. He sat high in the hall, with a somewhat indifferent expression on his face.

"Well, senior brother, I'm leaving!" Ganqu looked at him, not feeling good in his heart.

"Hmm. Kwon Manying snorted and stopped looking at him. Gan Qu turned around and walked to the door of the hall, and looked back at Quan Manying, feeling a little inexplicably angry in his heart.

"Report!" said the voice outside the hall.

"Come in!" Kwon Man-young shouted with his head bowed.

A young disciple entered the hall, saw Ganqu at the door, and bowed slightly. Then he walked to the center of the main hall and said respectfully to Quan Manying: "Door master, the disciple who guards the door received a letter, and we didn't dare to open it privately, so we sent it up and asked the door master to take a look!"

"Oh?" Kwon Manying wondered, "Take it!"

"Yes!" the young disciple stepped forward respectfully, placed the letter on the table in front of Quan Manying, turned around and left the main hall.

Ganqu wanted to know the contents of the letter, so he also turned back to the center of the temple.

"Senior brother, what is written in the letter?" Ganqu asked as he watched Quan Manying open the letter.

Quan Manying was silent for a long time, and then said, "See for yourself." When Gan Qu heard this, he stepped forward to take the letter and read it.

"What? The killer codenamed Misty killed the master? Is it the black-clothed swordsman with the pitch-black divine weapon in his hand?" Although Quan Manying has been in the Jiaozhou Divine Sword Gate, he is still aware of the recent events that have happened on the mainland. The letter also pointed out that Misty was seriously injured and could not exert his strength.

Gan Qu's heart was pounding, "Senior brother, you really don't want to avenge your master?" He looked directly at Quan Manying with his eyes, and finally said what he wanted to say.

"Hey, junior brother, didn't I tell you a long time ago, it's not that I don't want to avenge my master, but this enemy's strength is too high, if I can't take revenge, but offend him, it will definitely destroy my Divine Sword Gate." Can you bear to watch your master's hard work disappear like this?" Kwon Man's English was full of eloquence, and his words were thoughtful.

"Hmph, senior brother, I see that you are greedy for power, and you don't take revenge for your master to heart at all. Gan Qu finally broke out, pointed at Quan Manying and said: "Okay, you can enjoy your glory and wealth here, the throne of the master of the door, I will go alone to avenge the master, even if I am broken, I will not hesitate to do it!"

After Ganqu finished speaking, he turned around and strode out of the main hall. He was stout, and he walked with a sense of pride. Kwon Manying didn't speak, watching Ganqu leave. It wasn't until Gan Qu left the temple gate that his voice came faintly: "Senior brother, this letter may be a trap, don't be fooled." “

Ganqu was angry in his heart at this time, where could he listen to it. He returned to the courtyard, hurriedly packed up his salute, carried the big knife, and left the Divine Sword Manor.