Disheveled!

In a terrible scream, Tang Mo was directly knocked into a blood mist by Wang Chan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the other side, I saw that Xie Tiange's white clothes were like snow, his whole body was not damaged in the slightest, and the long sword in his hand reflected the moonlight, revealing his edge.

In front of him, the "Qinghai Swordsman" Lin Qingyao was still holding the famous blue sea sword in his right hand, but a bloody hole had broken out of his throat at some point, and the night wind whistled through it, and he couldn't see it.

The remaining "Flower Lady" and "Drunken Arhat" were dumbfounded, Xie Tiange was just that, the top few on the list were already anti-heaven existences, Lin Qingyao was not his opponent, they had expected it in their hearts, although they were still defeated a little too quickly. Compared to Tang Mo's death, this is nothing at all.

Tang Mo, who was ranked twenty-eighth on the land list, would be killed by a little-known person in one blow, and they could already predict how the rivers and lakes would shake after the news of tonight's events spread.

"Do you want to continue?" Wang Chan looked up at the two "Flower Lady" not far away, and asked indifferently.

The tone was flat, as if asking them "whether they ate or not" and "did they sleep well last night".

"Good wine. Xie Tiange, who was on the side, raised his head and poured a sip of spirits and exclaimed.

The "Flower Lady" and the "Drunken Arhat" glanced at each other and made the same decision almost at the same time.

The two figures flew quickly into the distance, and soon disappeared into the endless night.

"Since the villain has already left, why don't you leave?" Wang Chan looked at the man in white and asked.

There was still no expression on the face of the man in white: "I came to invite by the order of the World Venerable, there are three of them. ”

"World-honored ......" Wang Chan muttered in a low voice, this time he finally heard the words of the man in white clearly.

Wang Chan and Xie Tiange, these are only two people, which means that tonight, there is another person in the north of Changlong City who has been invited.

At midnight, the already empty streets seem even more lonely and deserted.

At this moment, a cool breeze blew, Wang Chan suddenly became alert, the hairs on his body stood upside down, and an extremely dangerous feeling came from behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a figure slowly walking from a distance.

Obviously, after such a long distance, the strong killing intent could not be hidden, as if it was close at hand.

In the face of such an amazing murderous aura, even Xie Tiange put down the wine jug in his hand, he squinted his eyes slightly, burped, and said in a low voice: "Tuoba Liuyun, I really didn't expect this madman to come...... too"

"Blood Trail Thousands of Miles" Tuoba Liuyun, the third on the list.

The man in white glanced at the person and said indifferently: "Now that everyone is ready, let's go on the road." ”

Wang Chan and the three of them didn't have any extra words, and followed lightly.

Three people, three postures, represent three very different paths.

Tuoba Liuyun walked straight, like a spear.

Xie Tiange walked lazily, as if the bones in his whole body were disjointed, as if as long as someone touched him with his little finger, he would fall.

And Wang Chan is like a mortal who doesn't understand martial arts at all, every step is not small, sometimes straight and sometimes crooked, but it seems to contain some kind of truth.

One in front of three behind, four figures left Changlong City and slowly walked towards the Hidden Sword Peak in the distance.

Tonight, the Hidden Sword Peak suddenly fell silent.

Everything seems so different......

Kyushu Center, Nakashu.

In front of an inconspicuous grass hut, an old man returned to this place again.

After a long trip, the old man's clear, thin, weather-beaten face seemed to be a little heavier. He looked up at the night sky to the south, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh on his back, and his mood was even more gloomy.

"After so long, you still can't let go, can't you see through? ”

......

Also in Nakashu, the center of power throughout Kyushu.

Royal Palace, on the stargazing platform.

A child with braided hair looked at the endless night sky, blinked, and then looked at the white-haired old man beside him, and couldn't help but ask, "Master, can you really see a lot of things in this night sky?"

"Hmm. The old man did not take it lightly and did not return to the road.

The child's eyes showed curiosity, blinked, and said, "Then what did you see today?"

The old man turned around and looked at the child, with a rare serious expression: "It's better to know some things or not to know, and Kong'er will understand in the future." ”

"What if you know?" the child, called "Kong'er", raised his head, his face full of brightness and innocence.

"Heaven is unpredictable, and if you know it, there will be disaster. The old man said slowly.

"Knowing that there is a calamity, can we not think of ways to avoid it?"

The old man shook his head slowly, his expression became even heavier, and he sighed: "There are some disasters in this world that cannot be avoided, and they must not be avoided.......

The child tilted his head and frowned, as if he was annoyed why he didn't see anything.

.......

Moyang, in front of the Tibetan Sword Peak.

An eight-horse galloping carriage with a pitch-black body stopped in front of the mountain road, and an old man stood solemnly to entertain guests, only to see a white coat, with sword patterns embroidered on the sleeves, and there were as many as nine roads!

As the people of the rivers and lakes know, the moire long sword on the sleeve is the symbol of the sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and the more sword patterns on it, the stronger the strength.

Nine of them are extremely numerous, and in the entire sect, there is only one person who can embroider nine sword patterns on his sleeves. And this person is the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate.

In other words, this old man standing in front of the carriage is now the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, Yan Jiu!

As a half-step celestial powerhouse, he actually worked as a horseman here, and what happened tonight was really more appalling than a shocking thing.

Wang Chan came here after following the man in white, and at the same time saw Yan Jiu standing in front of the carriage.

"The man has been brought, and the next thing is to be handed over to you. The man in white nodded at Yan Jiu, turned around and walked towards the mountain, and soon disappeared into a thick white mist.

After seeing the man in white leave, Yan Jiu turned to look at Wang Chan and the three of them, and said indifferently: "You are the first batch of guests, please get in the car." ”

Wang Chan glanced at Yan Jiu, nodded slightly, and stepped onto the carriage.

Xie Tiange and Tuoba Liuyun followed.

The carriages are comfortable and clean, with no more than nine seats.

In other words, in addition to Wang Chan and the three of them, there are still six people who have not arrived.

No one knows when they will arrive, or if they will arrive.

Wang Chan sat in his seat, his eyes slowly closed.

Everything that happened when he entered Changlong City was like a slide, and scenes flashed in his eyes.

The man in white who suddenly appeared tonight is too weird.

From the performance between the white-clothed man and Yan Jiu just now, Wang Chan could conclude that the white-clothed man would definitely not be Yan Jiu's disciple, but he was wearing the clothes of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate.

And then there is the question of who is the "World-Honored One" in his mouth, or what is it? (To be continued.) )