The wind and fog dispersed, with murderous intent, a bloody short sword flashed like a venomous snake, with a trace of scarlet light, and the wind in the divine capital was very cold, mixed with ice and rain, making the only white shirt in the black clothes look shaky.

The three young evils are like a wisp of wind, fluctuating, the middleman stretched out the bloody minions, and the faint demon patterns that appeared before the wear and tear of cultivation appeared from time to time spread on the back of the hand, so the cold ice rose again, and the deep chill seemed to come to the world from the deep sea, appearing in vain from the hands of an intermediary, and then frantically frantically swarming towards the three young evils who gave Shi and then retreated.

The dripping wine on the broken tables and chairs instantly froze into tiny icicles when it touched the cold mist, and the frost spread on the ground, reflecting a bleak light through the moonlight, and the white flames in the pale green eyes, little by little, turned into a green mist, blending into the depths of the pupils, until the flames were extinguished and life was over.

Ye Shuo didn't move, because before he could move, he knew from the fog surging towards the broken gate that the three young evils, the surface figure of the dark department, at least had the strength to enter the Yuan Realm.

When he was still in the border army, Ye Shuo heard Li Po mention the dark department, Li Po didn't have a good impression of this dark department, but he was very jealous. Since he knew Li Po, he had never seen a jealous expression on the face of this man who had eaten the wind and sand for nearly half his life.

Li Po is not afraid of those who are desperate, because no one is more desperate than him. He is not afraid of those who calculate, because no one dares to calculate Liyang's border army, but he is afraid of being even crazier than himself.

In Li Po's eyes, most of the people in the shadows are a group of crazy people, a group of crazy people who have their own reasons and do crazy things.

Ye Shuo didn't see that kind of madness in the three young evils for the time being, but there was a strange thing, but it came so upright, compared to madness, it was more of a kind of laziness, he didn't care about anything, but he didn't see through everything easily, this kind of person was terrible.

Ye Shuo wouldn't believe that the middleman had been hidden for so many years, but now he suddenly appeared, and he didn't hesitate to kill the three young evils in front of him under such a situation where the public would definitely alarm the Shendu Imperial Spirit Guard.

When I was in the military department, I heard the reader say something about the Imperial Guard, which can be said to be the most important force to defend the gods, and if you want to enter the Imperial Spiritual Guard, you must at least have the strength of the Liuyuan Realm, for the night shimmer that can now enter the yuan, it is out of reach, the legends about the royal spirit guard on the rivers and lakes, maybe bloody, maybe cruel, but they can't hide their strength, staring at the eyes that reveal green light in the field, Night Sparkle smells the breath of death.

The middleman does not have a demon pattern, and at most he cultivates to the introduction of the yuan, but at this time, the middleman who consumes the power of life to promote the bloodline, the strength has been raised to the level of about entering the yuan realm, which is very tricky, but they are not far from death.

Liyang, the Southern Wilderness and the Western Regions, the practice of the law is the practice of secret arts, people in ancient times is the way of practice created by the demon pattern of the demon clan, the secret art and the demon pattern have the same magic, but the demon pattern is dead, the secret art is alive, the demon pattern is determined from birth, its level restricts the cultivation of the demon, and the secret art is different, we can practice different secret arts, and use the secret art to promote the realm.

At this time, the demon bloodline stimulated exuded ice, even Ye Shuo and Tang Sandao, who had cultivation in their bodies, were a little cold, not to mention that the grandfather and grandson who had not cultivated and sang the song trembled all over.

This made Tang Sandao very angry, Ye Shuo didn't know why Tang Sandao hated demons so much, even if the middleman who seemed to be tricked by fate was very pitiful, but in his eyes, he would not feel a little soft-hearted, this honest Southern Wilderness man always had some reasons of his own, such as he felt that poor people must have something to hate.

After having his own reasoning, he remembered the rules of his own behavior as he should.

Tang Sandao's guidelines for being a man are very simple, eat, sleep and fight.

And his code of conduct adheres to his code of conduct, which is as simple and straightforward.

What he said was the water that had been poured from the Wild Sword Mountain, and there was never any possibility of flowing back.

The figure that was not tall straightened his back, and the shadow of the Xiuchun knife in his hand shone on the only face of the old man, so the grandfather and grandson were completely blocked by the figure in front of them, looking at the figure standing in front of them, motionless, and felt relieved that they did not come, as if the ice of the frozen person did not have the bones before.

Xiuchun knife is a good-looking knife, it can even be said to be beautiful, but this does not mean that this knife is just good-looking, just like Tang Sandao said, Xiuchun is a knife that can be used to kill people, not to mention something that is not human.

The fingers were gently twisted between the sinuous lines of the blade, and the thumb was pressed against the pale red peach blossoms, and the rose was laughing.

The rose on the handle of the knife seemed to have changed from rigid to vigorous at the moment when Tang Sandao pulled out Xiuchun, and on the petals that were waiting to be released, the dew drops quietly dripped and ticked on the ground, raising layers of dust.

Tang Sandao's delicate face was slightly red, sweat flowed down from the ends of his hair, his eyes were always staring ahead, Xiuchun Dao was like a shy little woman, snuggled in Tang Sandao's hands, his thick eyebrows were unprecedentedly serious, and with the widening of his pupils, he slashed forward without hesitation.

Xiuchun knife with a gentle, delicate chop, but like a momentum, it is a kind of sharpness, the tables and chairs in the stands shattered, followed by a shadow hidden in the fog and darkness, one of the arms of the black shadow became bloody, the cruel pupils were filled with the green light, but could not hide the consternation.

The black shadow appeared silently, and every time in the past, the result was that he pinched the other party's heart in his own hands, and then slowly crushed it in the laughter and the other party's frightened eyes.

Hidden in the sun, the life is empty and tasteless, and you can only feel a trace of pleasure when you kill someone. Now it is even more life-consuming, and the cultivation is broken through the imprisonment and breaks through the Yuan realm, but he didn't expect that his usually invincible means were interrupted by the young man in front of him.

So after having one arm cut off, his first reaction was not pain and failure, but stunned and incredulous, and then he became angry.

The cold wind blew the black robe, revealing dry skin without a bit of life, the deformity of being an intermediary made those hands as sharp as demon beasts, and the broken arm on the ground was still rolling, and this hand stabbed Tang Sandao again.

He couldn't imagine it, and he didn't want to believe that he would fail, so he became crazy after his anger, his deformed hand emitted a green light, with a dark-like corrosion, and stabbed at Tang Sandao's heart fiercely, the sharp claws tore the clothes on Tang Sandao's chest through a layer of hazy black mist, and the black shadow's eyes finally had some brilliance, but they were replaced by fear in a blink of an eye.

Because Tang Sandao made a move, the embroidered spring knife picked up the knife flower, like a beautiful flower in full bloom, and the knife rotated the shadow of a rose flower along the claws of the black shadow, which made people dazzled, and then marveled at this beautiful scene.

Although the rose is beautiful, it has thorns after all.

This is Tang Sandao's second knife.

For the first time, the shadow no longer became crazy and not attracted by the beautiful scene, but became afraid. Every time he was playing with other people's lives, this time when the good-looking man was holding a beautiful knife on his neck, he became scared for the first time, afraid that he would die, even if he was so afraid when he consumed his life and broke the confinement of cultivation, but looking at the calm but hidden eyes of deep disgust, he became panicked and frightened.

So I couldn't help blurting out.

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die. ”

Tang San didn't raise his head, but the corners of his mouth smiled.

"It's better to die than to live, this sentence is not suitable for you, you better die!"

As the words fell, a head flew up, and until death, the face of the man in black had that desire to live.

Tang Sandao looked at the head with disgust, so he kicked it away mercilessly.

Very proudly said quite reasonable words.

It's disgusting to be dead, but it's a pity that it's a good head.