Yecheng is just a small city, located in the southwest of the Federal Kingdom. In the city, there are many young people of the tribe wearing blue and red knee-length skirts and wearing scimitars at their waists. The woman was dressed in a beautiful silver costume and walked down the street, making a crisp sound of tinkling dong, which was very nice.

This is the sphere of influence of the Nan Miao tribe.

After four or five days of running, Zhou Mengxuan and the two looked a little tired. Fortunately, he finally arrived in Ye City. According to the message left by Uncle Yin Banchen, the two went here to find the old site of the Ye family, but at this time it was almost dark, and the two were tired of running, so they were ready to rest and investigate again.

At ten o'clock in the night, Zhou Mengxuan woke up from her sleep. She approved a thin shirt and stood in front of the window.

It's another moonlit night.

There is an abandoned manor house in the city, which is a clutter of disorganization that has apparently been abandoned for years. The weeds that are high by one person, the maple vines that climb on the ruins... On a plaque of vermilion lacquer, the handwriting can still be vaguely seen, but it has been corroded for many years and has long been unrecognizable. Summer is supposed to be a time of life, but on this midsummer night, the manor reveals a very incongruous air of desolation and dilapidation.

It's hard to imagine what it was like in its glory.

A man in black appeared near the manor and walked straight towards the manor.

None other than the Killer Mist.

He looked around the manor, and gradually came to a pond at the back of the manor. There is a stone monument here, and the carved handwriting is covered with moss. The mist reached out and wiped it away from the stele. The moss slipped down, revealing several inscriptions:

"Ye's seventy-three people are clothed and mound", and there is a name written on the inscription - Mingdu.

The mist looked silently at the stone monument and stood here. A quarter of an hour passed, and he did not move at all. A little light gradually revealed the shadow of a sword from far and near, and it flashed behind the mist. The misty black robe was lifted, and when he turned around, the pitch-black long sword at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, blocking this sword light.

With a "bang" sound, the misty body flew out upside down and hit the stone tablet, the blood surging all over his body, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

He looked ahead, and five figures appeared in the darkness, none other than the Dark Dragon Organization Nightmare King, and his four killers. The Nightmare King stood a foot in front of the mist, and he was the one who shot it. The other four walked around the back of the fog and surrounded it.

Misty eyes glared at the Nightmare King, and he straightened up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he had expected it.

The Nightmare King looked at him with a frown, and the feeling that something was wrong was even stronger. A figure appeared again in the darkness, it was Pu Rusheng. He stood in the rear, silently observing the situation in the field. His eyes glanced over the Nightmare King, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

The misty sword was held horizontally, facing the Nightmare King from afar. On the pitch-black long sword, the black and red light lit up again, and the black clouds in the sky instantly shrouded it, covering the moonlight, and it was already in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers.

His form vanished in place, and reappeared, already in front of the Nightmare King, faster than ever. He knew in his heart that the strength of the opponent in front of him was so high that he had only seen it in his life.

"Hmph!" King Wei snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a three-foot red sword light, and resisted the black sword. Although the red sword is not as powerful as the black and red sword of the black sword, it is better than the more condensed.

The gap in one's own strength is not something that can be made up by divine weapons.

The misty sword was taken by the Nightmare King, and the force of the shock had made his arm sore. There was no expression on his face, as if he was very stiff. The Nightmare King poked out the depth of his opponent, and stabbed out one sword after another, the red sword flickered, and the mist made the black sword struggle to resist. Both of them are killers and have extremely rich experience in fighting. If the Nightmare King wants to take down his opponent in a short period of time, it is basically impossible.

"Hmph, let's go together!" After the two parted with one blow, the Nightmare King finally ran out of patience. The invisible four attacked from four directions, and with the King of Nightmare in front of them to resist the might of the divine soldiers, for a while, the fog was already dangerous.

If he had no other means, he would soon end up dead.

Suddenly, the mist began to emit black and red light, like a pitch-black sword. The light was so full that even his pale hands turned black and red.

His eyes lit up, his body spun, and a sword slashed straight at the five people, as if to cut them off together. The Nightmare King felt that his opponent's momentum suddenly increased, and he hurriedly swung his sword to resist.

As soon as there was a "groan", the King of Nightmare felt a strong force coming, the weapon was swept away, and his body couldn't help but fall backwards. The black sword was inexhaustible, and it slashed towards the waists of the invisible four. There was a loud roar between invisible life and death, and his body fell straight backwards, and the sword drew a hole in his abdomen, and he screamed miserably, his voice was so frightened. The remaining three didn't have the same eyesight and luck as him, and the black and red sword flashed, effortlessly cutting the three of them into six.

Next to the stone monument of the abandoned manor, there is blood and flesh all over the ground.

The Nightmare King was surprised, and he didn't know how his opponent could burst out with such strength. But he is a holy order after all, and besides, the command of the Lord is in his body, and he cannot be retreated. Immediately prompted the long sword, burst out with a long sword light, and slashed down towards the mist. This sword has already burst out of his strongest strength. The mist relied on the Excalibur, and the two fought together again.

Seeing this scene, Pu Rusheng's face not only showed no fear, but also showed a strong sense of greed. He was only the peak strength of the Great Grandmaster, and the battle in the field was already the power of the Holy Rank, and his greed at this time seemed so weird.

The sleeve robe waved, and Pu Rusheng had an extra strange-shaped weapon in his hand. A strange weapon shaped like a long shuttle, but with three shuttle heads, was exposed, glowing with a faint light. He found the right moment, and his figure swept into the middle of the room, heading straight for the mist.

In the field, King Nightmare and Mist saw the weapons in Pu Rusheng's hands, and they couldn't help but be wary in their hearts. With a blow of mist, the Nightmare King's weapon swung away again, and the horizontal sword fended off the strange shuttle.

The weapon is strange, and the move is set to go sideways. The long shuttle was extremely flexible, Pu Rusheng's hand shook slightly, the long shuttle avoided the mist sword, and hit him in the chest again, and the mist hurriedly resisted the sword. The Nightmare King found an opportunity to stab his sword under the mist ribs. The two of them flanked, the fog fists were invincible to the four hands, and when the long sword swung the long shuttle, the ribs had been hit by the sword of the Nightmare King, and suddenly blood gushed out, wetting the placket. The mist's eyes were horizontal, and a sword slashed towards the long shuttle, this strange weapon was too much of a threat to him. If you don't destroy this long shuttle, you don't dare to think about the consequences.

Helplessly, Pu Rusheng seemed to have taken precautions, and Changshuo immediately took it back.

Seeing that the mist was injured, Pu Rusheng sneered in his mouth, and the long shuttle like a poisonous snake attacked the mist again.

When King Wei saw that Pu Rusheng could use this strange weapon to exert such strength, he suddenly thought highly of him in his heart. At that moment, he also swung his sword again and attacked the mist. The two masters of the fog battle can only resist in a hurry at this time, and there is no power to fight back. If nothing else, in a few more rounds, he will die at the hands of the two.

There are always accidents, and that's what the Nightmare King had in mind.

The long shuttle that was originally attacking the mist, but suddenly turned the shuttle head, and the sharp shuttle head suddenly stabbed at the Nightmare King. King Nightmare was in a hurry to break through the fog defense at this time, and he didn't think that Park Rusheng would suddenly attack him. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, King Nightmare's heart was horizontal, his body leaned slightly, and the shuttle that had attacked his waist suddenly hit him on the shoulder. Pu Rusheng laughed, took out the shuttle, and swept backwards.

King Wei was furious in his heart, he didn't take him seriously at all before, but he didn't expect to be careless at this moment, but he was plotted and suffered a lot of injuries.

The Nightmare King's body swept out, and the fog did not pursue. In this big battle, he rarely had time to rest and recover.

For a while, the three of them were divided into three directions, each separated by a few feet, and they were all on guard.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

King Nightmare's eyes glared at Pu Rusheng, and his gaze almost devoured him. I really want to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Pu Rusheng looked at King Wei lightly, and let out a chuckle from his mouth. This laughter sounded extremely harsh in the ears of the Nightmare King.

King Nightmare's eyes gradually became cold, looked at Pu Rusheng, and said, "I can ignore this hatred." But if you spoil the great things of the Lord, it is really a dead end. He couldn't understand Pu Rusheng's motives in his heart, so he made a tentative speech.

"Hehe, I won't spoil the Lord's great affairs. Pu Rusheng sneered, he was scheming, how could he not see the intention of King Wei, "If you really want something bad, it is also your guilt." ”

The Nightmare King was stunned in his heart, then snorted coldly and said, "In this way, then I can't be blamed." Before he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out of the sword and attacked directly towards Pu Rusheng.

Although the fog couldn't hear the two of them talking, he also vaguely guessed seven or eight points. At the moment, he was about to take advantage of the two to fight, and he got out and left. Before he could move, the two of them attacked left and right, trapping him in the battle circle.

The three of them fought separately, and the battle was so fierce and cruel that everyone was stained red with blood. There are enemies, and there are their own.

In the darkness, Yin Banchen quietly hid his figure and watched the battle in the field. The combat power of the three of them is still very strong, he doesn't want to make a rash move, lose the advantage, so he has been quietly waiting. In his eyes, all three of them were members of the Mysterious Killer Organization and belonged to the demon category. He prides himself on being a decent person, and naturally hopes that it is best if these people are dead.

Suddenly, another figure swept out of the ruins. This person is dressed in white, with an extremely beautiful face, and a turquoise long sword in his hand, who is it not Zhou Mengxuan.

Zhou Mengxuan suddenly swept into the battle circle, and the three of them were all surprised. It turned out that Zhou Mengxuan woke up in the middle of the night and stared at the night in front of the window, and the breath of the divine sword urged by the fog was suddenly discovered by her, so she hurried over.

Zhou Mengxuan waved Qingluo and went straight towards the mist. Although the two of them didn't recognize Zhou Mengxuan, the news of the appearance of the Qingluo Divine Sword had already been found out by the Black Dragon Group. So as soon as the two saw the turquoise sword, they guessed Zhou Mengxuan's identity. The Black Dragon Group's intelligence network is all over the continent, and if you want to find out anything, unless there are extremely important secrets, the Black Dragon Group can almost collect them.

When King Wei saw Zhou Mengxuan killing towards the mist, he was overjoyed. Swinging the long sword, he slaughtered towards Pu Rusheng. Although the two belong to the same Dark Dragon Organization, they are already in a hostile relationship at this moment.

Pu Rusheng saw that the Nightmare King was killing him with all his might, and he didn't slack off at the moment, dancing with a long shuttle, and only cared about defense. The shuttle head is weird and dexterous, and although the Nightmare King is a holy rank, he can't take the other party for a while.

The four of them caught and fought each other, although the mist skill was deeper than Zhou Mengxuan, but at this moment, they had been fighting for a long time, and the injuries were not light, and their strength was only five or six percent.

Moreover, the excalibur urging also brought him a lot of load.

But Zhou Mengxuan is a new force, and both of them have divine swords in their hands, and they are fighting for a while. However, under the circumstances of this time, the fog will not be able to fight for a long time. After a long time, there is only defeat, no victory. He knows exactly what it means to fail.

Let's say that King Wei wanted to kill Pu Rusheng in one go, but as for how to explain to the lord, he already thought about it in his heart. However, the simple and holy Changshuo weapon is too weird and tricky. His long sword left wounds on Pu Rusheng's body, and he was repeatedly hit by the shuttle, although the injury was slight, it was also bloody. The Nightmare King was anxious, and he played with a lose-lose style.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed, and King Wei suddenly felt that he couldn't lift it in one breath, and the strength in his body went wrong. This surprise is not trivial, and at this time, I can't get rid of luck to check, so I have to resist it.

A sneer appeared on Pu Rusheng's face, obviously the scene had been expected at this time. After more than a dozen moves between the two, the Nightmare King finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. I saw that the blood was pitch black, as black as ink, obviously poisoned.

"You... You are so vicious!" The Nightmare King leaned on his long sword to support his shaking body, his face was dark, he had been poisoned, and he had no power to fight back. Only his eyes stared at Pu Rusheng, and his hatred was endless.

"Hmph!" Pu Rusheng snorted coldly, "The Sage is nothing more than that, in front of my Shadowless Shuttle, there is only one way to die!" He looked down at the long shuttle in his hand, and his eyes glowed with a strange light. With a wave of his hand, the long shuttle slashed through the throat of the Nightmare King, and the Nightmare King's mouth made a "ho-ho" sound, and then his body fell, trembling slightly a few times, and he was really dead.

Pu Rusheng's body trembled, and he let out a burst of excited laughter. He is also full of scars on his body at the moment, and he doesn't pay the price, how can a saint-level master be so easy to kill. It was also premeditated by him, the weapon was smeared with poison, and this poison was not easy to detect, and it started quickly, it was really a vicious thing. It was precisely because of this poison that Pu Rusheng killed King Wei unexpectedly.

"This shadowless demon poison is really powerful, it is worthy of an ancient thing!" Pu Rusheng took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the mist and Zhou Mengxuan who were fighting hard. His eyes glanced at the emerald long sword in Zhou Mengxuan's hand, and muttered, "Is this the divine weapon that came out of the Kunwu Sword Sect?"

He took aim at the right time and swung the long shuttle straight towards Zhou Mengxuan's back. In his opinion, the fog has already hurt a lot, and the longer it drags on, the easier it will be to deal with. And Zhou Mengxuan's strength is tenfold, so he shot at Zhou Mengxuan.

Zhou Mengxuan has been in contact with the Misty Sword Move, she has practiced the top swordsmanship of the Kunwu Sword Sect for many years, and her swordsmanship is naturally extremely strong. Sensing the sound behind her, she jumped up, flipped over in mid-air, and slashed towards Pu Rusheng. This trick is very good-looking, and with her beautiful appearance, she looks like a goddess.

Pu Rusheng's sneak attack failed, and Zhou Mengxuan's clever moves not only avoided the attack, but also counterattacked back. At that moment, he swung the long shuttle and hit the Qingluo Sword in Zhou Mengxuanbi's hand. I don't know what material the shuttle head is made of, and it can resist the sharpness of the divine soldier, which is really incredible.

The situation changed in the field, Zhou Mengxuan and Pu Rusheng attacked, and the fog stopped moving. He had been fighting for a long time, and his numb face also showed a look of exhaustion.

His eyes rolled, and as the two of them fought, his body retreated softly, and swept straight into the darkness.

Pu Rusheng made Changshuo hit Zhou Mengxuan's door again, just wanting to force Zhou Mengxuan away and get out of the fog. Unexpectedly, Zhou Mengxuan's swordsmanship was superb, and she actually blocked it.

There was coldness in his eyes, one move was faster than another, and the dense shuttle shadow enveloped Zhou Mengxuan, forcing her to be tired of defense and unable to attack. Zhou Mengxuan was anxious in her heart, and she knew the truth that she would lose if she kept it for a long time.

"Xuan'er, you go to track the fog, I'll deal with him!" A voice came, and Yin Banchen, who had been hidden for a long time, finally appeared.

He held a Qingfeng sword in his hand, the sword flickered, and a sword slashed towards the top of Pu Rusheng's head, the momentum was so great that it was unstoppable. Pu Rusheng didn't know that there was still someone hiding here, and he was also a saint-level master, so he screamed, and his heart was shocked and angry. Surprised, I made a praying mantis. Angry, seeing that the divine soldier was about to arrive, he left him again.

However, at this moment, he is not allowed to think too much, although Yin Banchen's strength is slightly lower than that of King Nightmare King, it is a real holy rank. The moves are rolling, directly pressing Pu Rusheng's attack.

"Xuan'er, don't go quickly!" Yin Banchen said to Zhou Mengxuan again while attacking Pu Rusheng in a hurry. Zhou Mengxuan saw that her uncle's sword aura was like a rainbow, and Pu Rusheng was not an opponent, so she put her mind at ease. The body swept up, chasing straight in the direction of the fog receding.

Yin Banchen saw Zhou Mengxuan tracking him, so he concentrated on dealing with Pu Rusheng. He had been hiding here for a long time, and although he still didn't know the other party's name, he had already determined that the other party must be a member of the killer organization. Seeing that Pu Ru was as vicious as a sacred heart, he suddenly became murderous.

Park Rusheng has fought a few times, and after a few rounds, he has shown that his strength is not good. Yin Banchen's swordsmanship is really powerful, one grade higher than Zhou Mengxuan. Pu Ru was a holy enemy, but he couldn't beat him, and a pair of eyes rolled, thinking about a plan to get out.

However, it is very difficult to get out of the face of an enemy who is stronger than you. Park Rusheng is also a ruthless person, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself. Seeing Yin Banchen's sword killing, he could have dodged the past, but he only moved his body slightly to avoid the vital point, and the long sword that was originally stabbing at his chest suddenly stabbed at his shoulder.

His heart was crossed, and he actually took the initiative to crash into the long sword, and the long shuttle in his hand drew a strange arc, and hit straight towards Yin Banchen's face. This time, it turned out to be a lose-lose style.

Yin Banchen didn't expect that the long sword didn't have time to be withdrawn, and it went straight into Pu Rusheng's left shoulder. And at this moment, Changshuo had arrived in front of Yin Banchen, and Yin Banchen was waiting to withdraw and dodge. With the speed of his holy rank, he could naturally avoid it. However, Pu Rusheng obviously had a calculation and was guarding against this. He stretched out his left hand and quickly grasped the sword that sank into his shoulder. With great force, Yin Banchen couldn't take it back for a while. Yin Banchen couldn't, so he had to make a knife in his hand, and slashed at the shuttle with one hand.

"Whew!" the shuttle head slashed across his palm, and blood flowed down his hand.

"Hmph!" Yin Banchen was angry, he saw that the king of Hades was poisoned and died, where did he not know that the shuttle was poisonous. At the moment, the strength in his hand was urging, and the homeopathic long sword was changed to sending, and Pu Rusheng was also pulling the long sword hard. In this way, the pull turned into a push, and the long sword suddenly pierced him in the shoulder.

"Give me death!" Yin Banchen snorted coldly again, and with a pull of his hand, the long sword suddenly stirred a hole in Pu Rusheng's shoulder.

"Ahh However, he did not panic at this time, but laughed miserably, and said: "You have been poisoned by the Shadowless Demon, and you are not far from death, if you push the strength again, you will only die faster!haha!"

"Hmph, where's the antidote, bring it quickly!" Yin Banchen obviously didn't doubt the toxicity of this poison at all, and he pressed it on his hand, sealing the flow of blood in his hand.

"Haha, it's useless!" Pu Rusheng fell to the ground, seeing Yin Banchen's movements, he sneered, "I'll give you the antidote, will you let me go?" His voice was slightly weak, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his shoulder, which had made him lose his strength.

"Huh?" Yin Banchen's brows furrowed, furrowed deeply.

"If you have that courage, you will quickly swing your sword and cut off your arm, so it will be fine, but are you willing?" Pu Rusheng seized the initiative and still did not give up persuading Yin Banchen to let him go.

Yin Banchen gritted his teeth, and his eyes almost wanted to erupt with fire.

"Hehe..." Pu Rusheng laughed halfway, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, he forced himself to get up, with a miserable look on his face, and said: "I didn't bring the antidote with me, I put it in Chiba City." “

Yin Banchen's eyes widened, this time to go to Chiba City, even if he hurried with all his might, it would take two days.

"Are you fooling me?" In two days, he was poisoned, where could he survive for two days, even if he survived, it would definitely be poisoned into the viscera at that time, and no matter how miraculous the antidote was, it would be useless.

"No, with your skills, within three days, you can completely suppress the poison..."Pu Rusheng's body shook, and he forced himself to cheer up and not let himself faint.

Yin Banchen's mind was racing, and he looked at the wound on his palm, which had turned black and purple at this time. He took a deep breath, and he was really too ruthless to cut off his arm.

"Hmph, I have the right to believe you, if you can't get the antidote, I will kill you. Yin Banchen was not a cruel person, but at this moment, the anger in his heart had reached its peak.

"Okay! So, let's go quickly!" Pu Rusheng was extremely injured, and Yin Banchen was not afraid that he would run away, and the two became grasshoppers on a rope.