A figure flew in the night wind, and his figure seemed so coordinated in the night. How many times he walked in the dark, and this time it was the same. It's just that he was wounded, and the blood stains soaked on his black clothes, showing a faint black and red color.

The black and red light on his body had long since receded, and his palms appeared even paler. Only his face was still so cold and expressionless.

He'd been wearing this mask for a long time. Perhaps the mask has been with him since the first day he joined the Killer organization five years ago.

He ran to the path outside Ye Cheng and stopped. Reaching out to hold an oak spirit tree, his body trembled slightly, and his breathing was extremely short.

He needs to rest.

The silver moon gradually sinks in the west. He turned his head to look behind him, the dense foliage of the oak trees blocking out the moonlight, and the path still seemed dark.

For a long time, there was no movement.

"I'm tired. ”

He sat down with his back against the oak tree.

He wasn't sure if anyone was following him.

But if he doesn't stop to rest for a while, I'm afraid that when he is overtaken, he will have no power to fight back.

Another figure appeared on the path. Her white clothes, though not visible in the shade of the trees in the moonlight, were still so conspicuous.

Mist stared at her, this extremely beautiful woman held a turquoise sword in her hand, and her face was cold. Compared to himself with a mask, the coldness is comparable.

Yun Tian has always been like this. Besides, what he has to do at this time is to kill the other party, and he is more indifferent to it.

She was already sure in her heart that the man in black in front of her was the target of her trip. Moreover, Uncle Yin Banchen went down the mountain on the order of the head of the sect, also to find the divine soldier in the hands of this man. She was already ready to kill the demons, and she didn't lack a reason to kill the other party.

Mist got up and slowly drew the long sword at his waist. He also understands that he has no friends, only enemies.

There was no sorrow in his heart, and the right to choose never belonged to him.

Yun Tian Qingluo's sword came out of the sheath, and a flying sword stabbed out. Like a fairy in the sky, she killed her straight towards the mist. This sword full of murderous intent, in the eyes of the mist, is still extremely beautiful.

"Maybe dying at her hands is also a good ending. In that instant, such a thought suddenly flashed through Mist's mind.

"No, I still have a lot of work to do. His body, which stood quietly, burst out with black and red light again. Perhaps for the last time, he activated the Divine Sword and burst out with the most powerful power at this time to resist the Qingluo Divine Sword.

The turquoise sword of the Qingluo Divine Sword and the black and red light of the misty black sword collided heavily.

"Groan" two sword roars, shaking the sky. The sky streaked with a huge light, like a dragon.

The power of the divine soldier is unmatched.

Yun Tian's body flew upside down, and blood oozed from his mouth.

The mist stomped on the stone slab and sank his feet in. He was already unsteady on his feet, and his left hand was propped up on the ground, and he bowed like this.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, and the wound under his ribs was like a burst of embankment. But he still held his head high, his eyes sharp, and he didn't flinch.

If he could speak, would he beg for mercy? He had many reasons to live, but his persistent eyes told Yun Tian that he never flinched.

Yun Tianxiu frowned slightly, the power of this sword, with her skill at this time, was unbearable.

She needed time to breathe a sigh of relief, and it would only take a moment before she could strike again. The mist was badly wounded, and even if she fled, she would be able to catch up.

She still has plenty of time.

She's on the move.

But the truth is often unexpected, and on the trail, a figure appears again.

The man was wearing a black cloak with a white placket peeking out of the neckline. He was quite tall, but his face was covered with a black cloth, so that people could not see his face clearly.

The masked man walked between the two and gestured to the mist. Mist's brows furrowed, he obviously didn't expect such a change. However, his desire to live was so strong, without waiting for Yun Tian to react, he mustered up the last bit of strength and jumped into the darkness.

Yun Tian saw the fog leave, and his heart was slightly flustered.

The masked man stood there like this, without the slightest intention of making a move.

Yun Tian struggled to kill the masked man with a sword, but the masked man did not fight back, but only used his way to dodge.

Yun Tian made two more moves in a row, but he still couldn't help the masked man. She wanted to get out of the mist several times, but the masked person blocked in front of her many times, and the speed of her body was so fast that Yun Tian couldn't reach it.

Yun Tian was helpless, and seeing that the masked man had no intention of dealing with him, he had no choice but to put away his sword and turn away.

The sky is white, and the silver moon has sunk in the west.

Yun Tian returned to Yecheng along the road, and he had been guessing the identity of the masked man in his heart. She was anxious to find her uncle Yin Banchen and narrate what had happened, so she hurried all the way to the old place of the Ye family.

When she arrived, she found that there was no figure in the ruins of the manor, only a few mutilated corpses, which were placed haphazardly in front of the stone monument.

There are blood stains on the stele, which are left by the previous fight.

The words "Seventy-three members of the Ye family are well-dressed" looked particularly hideous and eye-catching in her eyes.

She frowned, vaguely feeling that there might be a secret here that no one else knew. The black-clothed swordsman is likely to be the descendant of this Ye family.

She was a little hesitant in her heart, things were not as simple as she thought.

......

Misty was badly injured and staggered down the trail. His robe was soaked, and his body was nearly collapsed due to massive blood loss. He beat his spirits and didn't let himself pass out.

He needed to find a place to recuperate before it dawned. But obviously, this idea was very difficult for him at this time.

When his mind was almost blurred in the fog, he arrived at a tribal cottage.

On the territory of the Federal States, there are many such cottages. One by one, the cottages are connected to form a clan.

It was getting dark, and in front of a courtyard gate, he finally fainted to the ground.

......

Let's say that Yin Banchen rushed to Chiba City with Pu Rusheng all the way, day and night, and finally arrived in the evening of the third day.

Both of them were exhausted, Yin Banchen hurried with all his might, and during the period, he also distracted to suppress the blood flow in his arms, and even more so to take the seriously injured Pu Rusheng, the consumption was huge, it can be imagined.

At this time, the poison has spread to his arm, and if he can't get the antidote immediately, and wait for the poison to enter his torso, there is only a dead end. He is a generation of Tianjiao, he is only thirty years old, and his skills have reached the holy level, and he is the master of the first hall of the Cangtian Sword Sect, where is he willing to die.

"Bang!" Pu Rusheng was thrown heavily on the ground, "Say, where is the antidote?" Yin Banchen's face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely hideous, without the appearance of a righteous master.

"Ahem!" Pu Rusheng coughed up blood clots with difficulty, his face was withered at this time, and he was already dying.

"Ahem... The antidote is in the grocery store in the west of the city... Ahem..."Pu Rusheng said with difficulty.

"Hmph, if you deceive me, you will die without a place to bury. Yin Banchen faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, but at this time he had no choice.

Yin Banchen took Pu Rusheng and ran straight to the grocery store in the west of the city according to the direction pointed by Pu Rusheng, which was originally one of the strongholds under the command of Heilong. At this time, it was not yet dark, and four or five intelligence personnel were resting in the courtyard behind the shop.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and Yin Banchen broke in. Several people didn't know Yin Banchen, but they knew Pu Rusheng, and immediately took out their weapons and surrounded Yin Banchen from front to back.

"Hurry up and put down your lordship!" shouted several people.

Yin Banchen could see it clearly, these people were just ordinary grandmaster cultivators, and he didn't care about this strength in his eyes. Holding the placket of Pu Rusheng's clothes with one hand, he lifted him up, and asked again, "Where is it?"

Pu Rusheng raised his hand with difficulty, pointed in a direction, and said slightly: "It's in... In that room... The second compartment of the corner cabinet... The antidote is put there..."Pu Rusheng almost said a word, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

Yin Banchen had faint suspicions in his heart, but he had poison on his shoulders, so where could he take care of so much. "I lifted him up to myself, and if anything happened, I would kill him first. He made up his mind, and carried Pu Rusheng to the room.

"Hurry up and put down your lord!" shouted several members of the Black Dragon Group as they chased after them.

Yin Banchen ignored it, kicked open the door, and saw an ordinary private house, and in the corner of the wall, there was a three-foot-high cabinet standing there.

Yin Banchen was slightly excited in his heart, and hurriedly ran over. At this time, he still had a trace of vigilance in his heart, so he did not let go of Pu Rusheng. Before he got the cabinet, he threw Pu Rusheng on the ground, and Pu Rusheng fell down, looking weak.

"Smack... Two voices sounded one after another, the first was the sound of Yin Banchen opening the cabinet, and the second was the sound of the mechanism.

The moment Pu Rusheng opened the cabinet in Yin Banchen, the power that came from nowhere, and his body suddenly rolled away. Yin Banchen was caught off guard, and suddenly stepped on the air under his feet, and suddenly fell into a dark path.

The moment he fell in, he saw a small jade bottle in the cabinet and hurriedly grabbed it in his hand. Turning his head, the sneer on Pu Rusheng's face that had succeeded in his plan looked so hideous.

"Ahh Thousands of precautions, but still fooled and trapped. If I had been more cautious, I might not have been fooled.

When the goal is in front of you, it is often the time when people are least vigilant.

By a flash of light, Yin Banchen saw something that made him despair. This secret passage is like a dry well, four or five zhang high, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. Even in the heyday of his strength, he had to go all out to leap out.

However, at this time, he ran for two days and two nights, and his strength had been consumed by seventy or eighty percent, where could he jump out. Besides, being in mid-air, there is nowhere to borrow strength.

"Ahh I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Yin Banchen roared again, his voice so angry and sad.

The passage opened and closed again, and it was completely dark.

"Hmph..."Pu Rusheng leaned on the ground, listening to Yin Banchen's roar, with a sneer on his face. I didn't laugh twice, and I fainted.

......

In the dark, Yin Banchen's palm was still holding the jade bottle, he opened it and smelled it, only to feel a faint aroma oozing.

This could be the antidote, more likely the poison.

He hesitated, and became even more anxious. The strange pain in his shoulder was always a reminder to make a decision early.

This decision is difficult to make, Park Rusheng is so cunning, he doesn't believe that he will really get the antidote for himself. If this wasn't the antidote, he would have to cut off his entire left arm right away, and maybe survive.

He is at the peak of his life, where is he willing to turn himself into a monster like this. He doesn't discriminate against physical disabilities, but he refuses to allow himself to be like this.

"Ahh

"I'm going to send you all to hell in my lifetime!" his voice was full of tragedy.

There was a sound of "bang", and the long sword was unsheathed.

......

Yun Tian waited in Yecheng for two days, and he didn't wait for the news of his uncle Yin Banchen. "Maybe there was a temporary change, so Uncle Yin left on his own. She thought to herself.

She thought of the black-clothed killer again, and the mission of the trip down the mountain was not yet complete.

She lingered no longer, and Misty was badly wounded, and the pursuit was the best time. If you wait for him to heal from his wounds, it will be difficult to kill him.

Yun Tian bought a fast horse in the city, and Wu Xun saw his junior sister leave, so he immediately followed. The two of them left Yecheng and investigated all the way along the trail.

The trail stretches into the mountains. The mountain range is huge, with many towering peaks. The plants that grow in the mountains change depending on the height of the mountains.

Yun Tian and the two dismounted and walked along the mountain path. At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them reached the halfway point of the mountain, looked up, and saw that the mountains were endless, and there were almost no people in sight. After a mountain, another mountain, the two of them trekked through mountains and rivers, which made Wu Xun miserable.

In the midst of this great mountain, where is the use of horses? Yun Tianxiu frowned slightly, obviously not expecting this stubble. The two released their horses and walked along the mountain road on their own. Since there is a mountain road in the mountain, if you follow the mountain road, you will definitely find people.

It's just that Yun Tian suddenly thought of a problem, the misty body was seriously injured, not to mention trekking through mountains and rivers, even if he escaped such a long distance on the plain, it was impossible.

However, at this time, it was too late to rush back, there were many beasts in the deep forests in the mountains, so the two of them still found the tribal cottage first. Yun Tian figured it out in his heart, so he didn't worry about it anymore. She is an extremely cold person, and there are very few things she really cares about in her heart.

When Pu Rusheng woke up, the wounds on his body had been treated and bandaged by his subordinates. However, the injuries suffered by the internal organs need to be slowly recuperated.

"Someone!" he thought for a moment, then shouted out of the house.

Suddenly, a slightly thin man pushed the door in and said respectfully, "Master Park, what do you command?"

Pu Rusheng Wu lay down on his own, didn't get up, looked at the roof with his eyes, and said hatefully: "Send people to spread the news of the killer fog secretly." The thin man's face was slightly puzzled, and Pu Rusheng continued: "It has spread to the Divine Sword Gate, Qin'an Mansion, and to the ears of the major forces. "Misty was born in a killer organization, and Dark Dragon has already secretly recorded the information about his killer mission. In fact, every killer who takes on a mission, the organization will record it.

"My lord, is the news of the divine soldier in his hands also spreading?" asked the thin man.

Pu Rusheng sighed lightly, but unexpectedly caused severe pain in his internal organs, and his face showed a hideous look, "Pass it on, spread it out." ”

"Yes, don't worry, sir. The thin man replied respectfully, and turned and walked out the door.

"Slow down!" Pu Rusheng propped up his body with his right hand, turned his head and said, "The news of King Nightmare's death in the hands of the mist will be transmitted to the Lord as soon as possible." The details will be explained to the Lord in person when my injuries are healed. ”

......

In the Divine Sword Gate, Feng Youzhang helped his senior brother Quan Manying not long ago and secured the position of the master of the door. The elder of the sect was not convinced, and he raised his sword and killed the elder. In his mind, after the death of his master, the weight of his senior brother Quan Manying is particularly important.

If it weren't for the senior brother who has been taking care of himself, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago, Feng Youzhang remembered what happened when he was a child.

He is a man who knows how to be grateful.

Seeing that the major event in the door had been decided, he planned to travel to the mainland to find out the news of this mysterious murderer.

"Senior brother!" Feng Youzhang entered the main hall and looked at Quan Manying sitting on a high place, feeling a little rusty in his heart. Quan Manying was dressed in brocade clothes and sat in the position where his master Bai Youchuan once sit, full of ambition. Looking at Feng Youzhang, a strong man who entered the hall, he was contemplating himself, and suddenly smiled.

This smile looked so kind, but Feng Youzhang only felt unfamiliar.

"Senior brother, is there anything wrong? Tell me and I'll help you. Kwon Manchu spoke with pride in his tone.

Feng Youzhang shook off the nonsense in his heart: "Senior brother is still senior brother, how can I think about these things randomly?" He looked at Quan Manying, took a breath, and said, "Senior brother, I am here to bid farewell to you." ”

"Oh, where is the junior brother going?" Kwon Manying frowned slightly, obviously not liking to hear this.

"Senior brother, the master's revenge has not been avenged, and under the nine springs, there will be no rest. I am going to go out to find out the news of the enemy, waiting for an opportunity to avenge my master. Feng Youzhang looked at Quan Manying's slightly frowning brows, and for some reason, there was always some inexplicable loss in his heart. He wanted to say that we would avenge the master together, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words again.

The change in people's hearts may really only be in this moment, and the same is true for human feelings.

"It's okay!" Kwon Manying frowned for a moment and said these two words lightly. He sat high in the hall, with a somewhat indifferent expression on his face.

"Well, senior brother, I'm leaving!" Feng Youzhang looked at him, not feeling good in his heart.

"Hmm. Kwon Manying snorted and stopped looking at him. Feng Youzhang turned around and walked to the door of the hall, and looked back at Quan Manying, feeling a little inexplicably angry in his heart.

"Report!" said the voice outside the hall.

"Come in!" Kwon Man-young shouted with his head bowed.

A young disciple entered the hall and saw Feng Youzhang at the door, and bowed slightly. Then he walked to the center of the main hall and said respectfully to Quan Manying: "Door master, the disciple who guards the door received a letter, and we didn't dare to open it privately, so we sent it up and asked the door master to take a look!"

"Oh?" Kwon Manying wondered, "Take it!"

"Yes!" the young disciple stepped forward respectfully, placed the letter on the table in front of Quan Manying, turned around and left the main hall.

Feng Youzhang wanted to know the content of the letter, so he also turned back to the center of the hall.

"Senior brother, what is written in the letter?" Feng Youzhang asked as he watched Quan Manying open the letter.

Quan Manying was silent for a long time, and then said, "See for yourself." When Feng Youzhang heard this, he stepped forward to take the letter and read it.

"What? The killer codenamed Mist killed the master? Is it the black-clothed swordsman with the pitch-black divine weapon in his hand?" Although Feng Youzhang has been in the Jiaozhou Divine Sword Gate, he still knows about the major events that have happened on the mainland recently. The letter also pointed out that Misty was seriously injured and could not exert his strength.

Feng Youzhang's heart thumped, "Senior brother, you really don't avenge your master?" He looked directly at Quan Manying, and finally said what he wanted to say.

"Hey, junior brother, didn't I tell you a long time ago, it's not that I don't want to avenge my master, but this enemy's strength is too high, if I can't take revenge, but offend him, it will definitely destroy my Divine Sword Gate." Can you bear to watch your master's hard work disappear like this?" Kwon Man's English was full of eloquence, and his words were thoughtful.

"Hmph, senior brother, I see that you are greedy for power, and you don't take revenge for your master to heart at all. Feng Youzhang finally broke out, pointed at Quan Manying and said, "Okay, you can enjoy your glory and wealth here, your door master throne... I... I went to avenge my master by myself, even if I was crushed, I would not hesitate to do it!"

After Feng Youzhang finished speaking, he turned around and strode out of the main hall. He was stout, and he walked with a sense of pride. Quan Manying didn't speak, watching Feng Youzhang leave. It wasn't until Feng Youzhang came out of the palace gate that his voice came faintly: "Senior brother, this letter may be a trap, don't be fooled." “

Feng Youzhang was angry in his heart at this time, where could he listen to it. He returned to the courtyard, hurriedly packed up his salute, carried the big knife, and left the Divine Sword Manor.