There was another faint variation, and Meng Jingchen's eyes closed, improving the range and accuracy of his hearing. At the same time, just like a Chinese dance, the cold firefly in his hand turned his direction and leaned on his body, and suddenly felt a little change in weight in his palm, and then let out a low groan of thin lines colliding with cicada wings.

The flying knife returned to darkness again, just like the Mo Silver Knife at this moment.

Meng Jingchen was not anxious, on the contrary, he was very patient. In order to track down Mo Yindao and avoid the many people who had recently formed an organization to encircle and suppress Mo Yindao, he tried his best to finally lie dormant here, and waited for this shadowless and invisible devil.

Since he left the long-lived hermitage, he has never stopped tracking down the devil who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time. He knew all the temperaments of this man, and the years of such torment had made him have the patience to contend with it.

Every fight may be the last resort. He didn't want anything, as long as he could catch him and swing the blade of vengeance at him, it didn't matter who lived or died, even if he hated the wilderness.

The shadow hidden in the darkness seems to be moving more and more to the front. Suddenly, six hidden fronts came from all sides of Meng Jingchen, and the flow speed of the air was completely different, and they pointed to different points of Meng Jingchen.

Really...... Have your personality.

Meng Jingchen didn't make a sound, he only said a word silently in his heart. The strength of these six knives is different, the direction is strange, and the speed is even more precedent, if someone else is here, even if they can get away with three or four, there will definitely be at least one knife, and finally stab into the unavoidable death hole.

The blade of the Mo Silver Knife, with the unique blessing of its true qi, has its own rules.

And such a move happened to meet him. Maybe he couldn't cope with it back then, but it's time has changed.

Suddenly, Meng Jingchen spit out a belly full of air from between his mouth and nose. His abdominal cavity visibly contracted to the naked eye, and at the same time, from the pores of his whole body, there was a "tingling" whisper!

"Swallows of the rain, butterflies of the wind, not ......wet from the wind and rain," he sighed in a low voice, and his voice was also occupied by the sound of the air current, "Against the wind, the shadow of the white horse." ”

Before the words fell, the edge had arrived.

However, in the darkness, there was no longer Meng Jingchen. With Lin Feng's slight movement, his body was actually free from the blade, as if he had lost the thickness of silk!

"How long will you have to hide?"

At this moment, the figure hidden in the darkness also revealed a little strange color.

Meng Jingchen's hard battle just now, in addition to dealing with the flying knife, he also guessed the hiding place of the Mo Silver Knife through the change of airflow! Just as the six throwing knives were missing, he was already one step faster, flashing onto a towering branch of dead wood!

The black shadow was indeed hidden, and Meng Jingchen smiled faintly.

Then, Leng Ying's long heart swam like a long snake, and a bright light "poofed" pointed directly at the face of the black figure-

"Death!"

However, in an instant, Meng Jingchen's face changed greatly; At the same time, two throwing knives shot out from the black shadow's chest, stabbing him in the eyes!

"Drink!"

At the critical moment, Meng Jingchen poured true qi into his feet, and suddenly his weight increased greatly, and the branches broke in response. He fell from mid-air in a daze, but fortunately avoided the attack of two throwing knives, only to hear two "bangbang" sounds above his head, and the throwing knives cut through one of his hairs and nailed them to the tree.

Meng Jingchen fell not lightly, but he immediately got up, but he felt that the air had calmed down as usual.

"Tsk...... Damn it. Let him run again. ”

He clenched the thin sword in his hand and gritted his teeth. At this moment, he was the only one left in the forest, and the faint light could pass through the cracks in the broken branches, and the body on the branch could be seen, which was a warrior who had been hunted and killed with a flying knife.

The knives in the trees had also disappeared, and the shadow had left. Meng Jingchen stared at the innocent warrior who was killed at his feet, thought for a moment, and broke the ground covered by fallen leaves with one palm, and hastily buried the man.

Looking at the boundless darkness, a complex and painful emotion surged in Meng Jingchen's heart.

But he quickly picked himself up. This encounter showed that his strategy was correct. Using those who are in the clear place, it is easy to guess the whereabouts of the Mo Silver Knife by pushing it back. Originally, this was a confusing job, but I never thought that with the involvement of those people, my side would be much clearer.

Next, he had to deduce as soon as possible where Mo Yindao was going next. Time waits for no one.

Having already made a decision, Meng Jingchen immediately set off. In the dark forest, the wind-like figure flew around again.

…………

Next. In Luo Xi's Heavenly Palace, Jiu Feijun, who had received the message from the Nether Heaven again, was facing an unfamiliar face in the hall.

Jiu Feijun briefly read the opened letter, and then put it aside. In front of him was a stocky middle-aged man in his thirties, but the Xuan Hui on his waist could prove that he was not middle-aged.

"Swift walking. I haven't seen you for so many years, and very little has changed. ”

After reading the letter, the two pondered for a while, and finally it was Jiu Feijun who broke the silence. He glanced at the guest he had invited today, and saw that they were already watching him.

"People in the countryside are scattered, many years are plain, there are no worries, and the hair is gray slowly." Du Yuyan Xing shook his head, "Listen to this letter, there will be chaos in the Nether Heaven again." ”

Jiu Feijun had a problem in his heart, and smiled slightly at the carelessness of Du Yuyan.

"This time it's the second time that it's been a mess - you didn't feel the turmoil in the Nether Heaven last year?" He asked casually.

Du Yuyan Xing didn't have any obvious look: "After realizing it, I have been in seclusion for many years, and my nerves have become numb a lot." ”

Jiu Feijun was not in a hurry to continue discussing the matter of the Nether Heavens. He thought about it for a moment, and then turned to a new topic: "The Nether Heaven is far away, and it is understandable. But recently, it seems that I am not very stable in this peaceful day...... Do you have a clue? ”

As soon as the words turned, Jiu Feijun could notice Du Yuyanxing's face, and then faded a little loose.

"When I saw your letter, I thought you were looking for me because of this." Du Yuyan said slowly, "If I have nothing to say about this matter, there is no need to come here." ”

"You mean...... The matter of the Mo Silver Knife, right? ”

This name, in today's Sheng Ping Tian, always makes some people react unusually after hearing it.

Jiu Feijun lowered his eyes and acquiesced to this name.

Regarding the disputes in the rivers and lakes under the undercurrent, he has always adhered to an attitude of indifference as a substitute. However, this time he took the initiative to ask, and Du Yuyan seemed to understand something in his silence.

"I know, you have some personal relationship with Mo Yindao. Recently, he reappeared in the rivers and lakes and killed some people, I want to hear your opinion on this matter. Jiu Feijun said.

"I haven't seen him in a while. But I've heard the rumors on the rivers and lakes. Du Yuyan said lightly, "He killed someone, and there is no way to get rid of it." But I'm not sure of that yet, I need to find him, talk to him. ”