"It's a spirit master!"

With an angry snort, Yin Yang held a knife in his right hand, and his body turned into a flash of lightning and shuttled out of the car window. The next moment, I only heard a soft sound of 'clang', and several miserable snorts came from outside the window in a row.

And this cloud-turning car finally landed, and the entire body made a huge shock. Zong Shou let go of his hand at the moment when the body fell. The whole person soared in the air, until the anti-shock force of the body subsided, and then fell lightly. Then he quickly went to the ground, deliberately avoiding the windows on both sides. Then he picked up a coffee table in front of him and stopped in front of him.

A series of actions that take less than a breath. At about the same time, two shuttles and three talismans rushed in from the window on the right. Exploded directly in mid-air, countless needles, and the ice and rain in the sky exploded in all directions in the carriage.

Half of them were nailed to the coffee table in front of Zong Shou, making a series of 'Ding Ding grabbing' sounds.

This freezing rain was followed by several clouds of black fog, which exploded on both sides of the cloud-turning car. At this time, it was night, and the rain was pouring down, and I couldn't see my fingers. When this black mist filled, it made it even more impossible to see within a hundred feet around the cloud-turning car.

Zong Shou's eyebrows suddenly slanted, killing Lianlian, these people really want his life!

Biting his fingertips violently, using blood as ink, he drew two very simple runes on the side of his eyes and ears. One is 'deaf' and the other is 'clear'.

Immediately, several cool air currents poured in between heaven and earth, and within fifty zhang, almost all the sounds did not miss in Zong Shou's hearing. The field of vision is also suddenly wide, although it is still impossible to reach far, but it can clearly see the surrounding ten feet.

I saw two black figures, under the cover of the fog, quietly penetrating through the car window.

But before the two of them could see the surrounding situation clearly. Two rays of white light had already shuttled up from Zong Shou's sleeve and pierced into the throats of these two people.

Two silver-white willow leaf flying knives directly tore the vocal cord trachea. The two black figures could only make a 'ho' sound, an almost inaudible hiss, and then they could no longer make a sound.

Seeing Zong Shou dodge over, he grabbed their limp bodies, and then gently lowered them until they were firmly on the sides of the carriage. The whole process, not even the slightest sound!

The pupils of the two of them shrank slightly, and this person's means and movements are even more sophisticated than them!

Looking at the age of only about thirteen years old, is it really rumored that the son of Qiantianshan who has no power to fight chickens?

But before he could distinguish himself, Zong Shou's fingers were a little heavier at the foreheads of the two. After a period of dizziness, all the consciousness of the two of them disappeared immediately.

Zong Shou's movements did not stop for half a minute. After picking up the sword in the hands of these two people, he also left the cloud turning car. The movement is fast, like a spirit fox jumping, and it is also silent.

At this moment, outside the car, countless raindrops the size of soybeans are falling densely. The crackling sound shook his eardrums, and almost completely covered out the voices of Yin Yang and Chu Xue. There was also a strong wind, cold as a knife. But he couldn't dispel the thick black fog in the slightest.

Just as he left the carriage, Zong Shou drew two more runes on his body, still written in blood, one for 'following the wind' and the other for 'sheltering from the rain'.

When his figure walked into the heavy rain, the whole person seemed to be an ethereal air mass, hidden in the wind. The raindrops fell, and they slid down on both sides very naturally.

After looking carefully in front of him, he saw a man with a scarf covering his face, looking vigilant more than ten feet away, looking at the direction of the cloud-turning car with a suspicious look. He seemed to wonder why his two companions had no news so far. There was a green glow in his eyes, and it seemed that he also had the blessing of the Dao Law, and he could see things in this black mist.

Zong Shou smiled silently, and his body ran like electricity. Before the man could react, he had already swept through the space. The sword light flashed, facing the sword light that was being intercepted in a panic on the opposite side, shuttled in, and stabbed directly into the man's skull!

The tip of the sword twisted hard, and without carefully looking at the results of his battle, the sect guard directly crossed this person and continued to run eastward.

The moment the method was activated, or others couldn't find out, he vaguely recognized that it was the spirit master who made the move, and nine percent of them were probably in this direction.

This is not just the experience he has accumulated after thousands of dangerous fights in the virtual fantasy world. It is also the self-confidence of a Heavenly Rank Martial Sect in reality!

"These two swords, one for the wind and the other for the shadow, are both runes! Where did these people come from?"

In just a few breaths of running, Zong Shou has basically mastered the quality, weight and ability of the two swords in his hand. It's just this information that makes the doubt in Zong Shou's eyes even thicker.

The Loose Wind Sword cost him a full third-order beast crystal, which was equivalent to 100,000 taels of silver before the spiritual tide began. And the value of this Wind Hidden Sword and the Shadow Stepping Sword is even higher than that of the Loose Wind Sword. Even if the price is doubled on the basis of the Pine Pattern Wind Sword, two third-order beast crystals may not be able to be bought.

What kind of manpower is this, so generous? The third-order demon beast is equivalent to the combat power of a secret martial artist. It's rare in itself, and it's even more difficult to fight it.

Such a sword was forged by the hands of a middle-level spirit forging master, and even some secret martial artists would regard it as a treasure, but at this time, it was in the hands of these middle-level martial artists, which was really suspicious.

In mid-air, there was a sudden resound. only listened to Yin Yang's voice, and suddenly shouted out the word "kill". A white flame immediately rose into the air, wrapping around a cloud of snowy sword light.

When the fire knife flashed, a charred figure immediately fell from mid-air.

"How do you feel that the breath on Uncle Yin's body is a little wrong, it seems to be locked by some prohibition? I had it when I first created the Soul Sea last time, and this time he was fighting with people, it was even more obvious——"

Secretly strange, Zong Shou was unmoved, and he didn't look back to distinguish it. Extremely calm, he urged the talismans on the two swords.

If he said that before, he was hidden in the wind, and there was still some distance from the wind. Then at this moment, when the 'Wind Diving' talisman on the sword body was activated, the whole person of Zongshou was completely integrated into this strong wind.

And when the stepping shadow was urging, a layer of black shadow appeared around Zong Shou's body, covering his figure. The sound of the feet is completely eliminated.

With the help of this wind, the speed of Zongshou is even more like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he was out of the area shrouded in black mist. However, with the help of the power of these runes, it was still like an invisible black shadow, moving in the dense forest. In just ten breaths, he was 1,700 paces away.

Then a figure also appeared in the field of vision. About thirty years old, dressed in a white robe, even in this dense forest full of mud and heavy rain, it was also spotless.

An extremely simple altar was arranged around the body, with two white wax sticks lit in front of it and three burning soul-fixing incense pillars inserted in the middle. The ground was drenched with animal blood, just forming a yin-yang pattern.

The middle-aged man in the white robe held a peachwood sword in his hand, standing in the center of the picture, stepping on the left and right yin and yang eyes, and four yellow talismans were suspended in front of him, and his mouth was full of righteous thoughts.

At this moment, he also opened his eyes and sneered: "You actually found this place, it turns out that there is no capable person by the side of the son! Since you are here, then die!"

With just a slight finger of his hand, the four Dao talismans have been typed one after another. Gathered in this dense forest, countless water ice spiritual energy pierced through the air.

Zong Shou's expression was indifferent, but his figure did not retreat but advanced. The speed under his feet immediately increased by a full thirty percent! Facing the momentum of the four ice runes, he rushed forward quickly.