The "thin-edged short sword" is headed, and everything within the range of the qi machine is outlined in the horseman's mind little by little. Even if he closed his eyes and sealed his ears, it was so clear.

The wide patio, the "night corpse" flowers in the corner, the traces of battle on the ground, and the fresh air flow brought by the night breeze appeared one after another in the heart of the mysterious groom.

The body of the mysterious groom and its surroundings are in harmony with each other, becoming an inseparable whole, and the spirit spreads along the "thin-edged short sword" all the way into the distance.

"Seeing" the mountains and rivers around the Imperial City, "seeing" the ebb and flow of the aura in the sky, and the things sensed by the short sword are equivalent to their own feelings, bit by bit, without omission.

And at the same time, he also saw a faint purple mist shrouded in his small courtyard, and sure enough, it was a rune formation, and it was this formation that prevented the movement of the battle from spreading!

The person controlling the formation was hidden in the purple mist, unable to see his form. And at this time, the formation also seemed to sense the spirit of the horseman's sudden release, and the purple mist suddenly rolled up fiercely.

With a brush, all the "induction" rewinds that extend out of the mysterious groom are once again confined to the small courtyard.

"Damn!" he cursed.

And in the main compartment, Princess Heyu and Zhang Sleeve, who were lingering, stopped moving at the same time, and there seemed to be a thought of "brushing" just now?

But now that I feel it carefully, I can't detect anything!

"Is it a delusion?"

The Jade Princess and Zhang Sleeve who were hugging each other glanced at each other, one person would have an illusion, but two people would have an illusion at the same time? Moreover, they were two supreme grandmasters, this was absolutely impossible.

Princess Heyu stood up, put on a casual robe, and walked to the outer room of the bedroom.

"Someone!"

In the courtyard, which seemed to be empty, several dark shadows appeared from all corners and quietly came to the door and knelt down on one knee.

"Your Highness the Princess!"

"Well, you guys look around and see if there's anything out of the ordinary?"

"Yes!"

The shadows dispersed

In the courtyard shrouded in black mist, the groom used the "thin-bladed short sword" in his hand as his eyes, and a sword light suddenly slashed out.

The sword momentum is leisurely, the trajectory is subtle, and it trembles slightly. It seems to feel the thunder in the sky, and the light sound echoes.

While!

The short sword was just right to block the black mist's grasp.

In the sheer darkness, in the darkness where it is impossible to see or hear, the short sword is just right to block the black mist!

There was a crisp sound in the groom's heart, but no sound leaked out.

Dangdang!

Black Mist's body had completely melted into the darkness, silently changing its position, alternating its hands and feet, and the storm was raging.

But with the treasure soldier as the "eye", the horseman seems to be connected with the "thin-edged short sword" into a wonderful whole. Man is the sword, and the sword is the man.

Whether it is fierce or lightning, the coachman slashes out with a sword, all of which are secretly in line with some kind of law between heaven and earth, the tip of the sword, the blade, the spine, the body of the sword, the hilt of the sword, and every part of the thin-bladed short sword are fully utilized, blocking the attack of the black fog from time to time.

But the mysterious coachman is actually not comfortable.

Although the opponent is currently focusing on fast and mysterious attacks, and every move cannot reach the level of the peak of the real Grand Master, that is, the effect of ordinary Grand Grandmaster not using his special moves, the horror of his gestures is not so easy to catch, and the coachman's hard resistance with one move is also a little unbearable.

What's more, the opponent hidden in the black fog can retreat and unload the force, and the coachman must carefully watch every step so as not to fall into the opponent's trap. This mental pressure also increases the physical exertion.

"It has to be like a solution!"

The coachman frowned secretly.

If there is no interference of this black mist on the five senses and six senses, the coachman can rely on his body to fight, reduce the number of hard encounters with the other party, and have a chance to win.

But now in the darkness created by the enemy, he has lost the opportunity and is difficult to dodge, so he can only block it with swordsmanship, physical body and internal strength.

The other party's cultivation is obviously not much different from his own, but he has the upper hand by relying on the weirdness of the exercises, which makes the coachman very annoyed.

The black mist's moves are getting faster and faster, and the gap is shorter, like wave after wave of tide, which makes people breathless.

But the coachman still relied on his majestic true yuan and strong body to block the black mist's attacks again and again.

is still like this, his true yuan is okay, and his true yuan, which is already stronger than the other party, is still in a relatively abundant state.

However, the internal organs of the body have already felt a sense of vibration, the qi and blood are rolling, the chest is stuffy, the right arm holding the sword is slightly numb, and the feet are broken through the green bricks, I don't know how long I can support it, especially the mental exhaustion is slowly coming.

"Do you really think the old man is easy to bully?"

The coachman's eyes suddenly shot two fine lights, and as he blocked this round of attacks from his opponent, he also got rid of the embarrassment of being attacked by surprises, and began to try to find an opportunity, wanting to turn defense into attack and find his rhythm.

He clearly knew that if he kept defending passively, he would definitely die at the hands of this enemy!

At this moment, after the "Black Mist" suppressed the "Coachman" with a storm-like attack, he found an opportunity, and opened his ten fingers with both hands, like ten sharp small chisels, the killing intent was condensed, and it seemed to be able to pierce the void.

Silent and silent, the five "sharp chisels" were like soul messengers, grabbing the coachman.

The coachman's eyes lit up, and he saw an opportunity to turn the situation around!

The thin blade of the short sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the hill above his head that held the primordial god emitted a brilliant light, and then fell downward, landing on the tip of the short sword.

Rumble!

A majestic momentum poured out from the short sword, and the air flow collapsed, and the roar was great, but in this darkness, neither thunder could be heard, nor the bright light of the hill could be seen.

The sword qi and the illusory shadow of the mountain are intertwined into one, like a white dragon entwining the mountain peaks, and the incomparably heavy power slashes towards a certain place, to the yang and the evil spirit.

While!

This time, there was a faint sound in the darkness.

The "thin-bladed short sword" reverberate, and blood overflowed from the coachman's mouth.

The killing intent invaded the body, making him like falling into an ice cave, his muscles and blood were stiff, and his spirit was paralyzed.

Fortunately, his body is really strong, and the influence can be ruled out with a little movement.

At the same time, the coachman took advantage of this momentum to retreat backwards, his sword handed over to his left hand, and his spirit was condensed, and he stabbed backwards with the feeling of "thin-bladed short sword".

The sword is bright and white, beautiful, like the light and shadow reflected by the sun, no fancy, no change, pure and terrifying.

At this moment, a pale finger peeked out from the darkness behind the coachman, the nails were clean and sharp, and the cold light was shining, and for some reason, just seeing it made people feel eerie and cold. It seems that the consciousness is invaded by death, and the original god is wanton with the intent to kill.

Bite!

The tip of the sword stabbed into the fingertip and let out a sharp chirp!

Poof, the strength collapsed, the "thin-bladed short sword" rolled upside down, and the finger of the black mist, which was full of killing flavor, was also abruptly interrupted.