[Ran^Text^Library] The windows of the house were closed and unusually dark. novel

The quilt on the bed is also neatly folded, and there is no trace of being moved. In the dark corner of the wall, there was a flickering light, and on closer inspection, it was a pair of eyes like hunting dogs, because only the eyes of hunting dogs are so sharp.

Chi Xi hasn't slept yet. A cold swordsman like him rarely sleeps. The more savvy people are, the less sleep they get.

Obviously, Chi Xi is such a person, it is estimated that even if he sleeps, he will not honestly lie on the bed and sleep, but sleep standing and sitting.

Now he's just sitting and sleeping, but he's not asleep yet. When you're tired, sit down and rest for a while.

He didn't know what was waiting for tonight.

His eyes were sharp, like only goshawks and hounds. His palm rested on the Burning Flame Sword, rubbing it constantly, as if he had no friends other than this sword that had been with him for years.

A dark room, a blood-red sword.

As he was rubbing his sword, he suddenly heard a few barks from a distance. Chi Xi's eyes shot two cold lights, and he was already staring at the wine glass hanging from the table. The glass was shaking, and a lot of wine was already spilling from it.

Chi Xi stood up suddenly with a sword in his hand, grabbed the hanging wine glass with one hand, and drank it all. Then he sneered, and his body soared into the air, crashing through the roof. As soon as he spun around, he landed on the roof.

On the roof, there were already eight people standing, and all of them were black night clothes. It is incompatible with Chixi's white clothes.

When Chi Xi appeared, the eight people were not surprised, and they still stood like that, as if they were standing here just to wait for him.

"What person?" Chi Xi said lightly.

None of the eight spoke, so it was as if they were waiting for an order. "Hades let you die on the third watch, and you will never leave anyone until the fifth watch!"

Among the eight, someone suddenly shouted. "Do it!"

The wind swept by, rolling out three blades. Eight people acted together, four people outside each stood in a corner, and four people inside, like a red sunset. Where they ran, two more people suddenly stopped and offered magic weapons.

A fiery red bowl. The two of them urged the treasure at the same time, but it was still a little difficult. These two turned out to be rare treasure fighters, and they were also at the magic weapon level.

There are not only cultivators, but also treasure fighters. Although Chi Xi cared about the fiery red bowl, he didn't have time to make a move, because two men in black had already rushed in front of him, just like him, two swordsmen. It's just that they are martial swordsmen, unlike Chixi, who are swordsmen among cultivators.

The two of them quickly approached Chixi, and before anyone arrived, the sword light had already arrived. Chi Xi held the sword in his hand, but he just dodged and did not draw the sword. But if you don't pull out your sword in the first place, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future. The swords of the two are also dancing faster and faster, complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses, and the moves are all hidden killing moves, taking people's lives.

But Chi Xi just blindly dodged, not only did he dodge the serial swordsmanship of the two, but he also had to dodge the wind blades that flew from the four corners. The reason why he didn't draw his sword was just that he was waiting for an opportunity, the best opportunity to draw his sword.

Because there is no flawless swordsmanship in this world, and there is no one who will not panic. Even if there were, at least they wouldn't be in front of them.

The fiery red bowl has become the size of a millstone. The color is also more scarlet. The two people who urged the bowl also had fine beads of sweat on their faces, obviously they were preparing a big killing move, but it still took time.

And so it was.

The swordsmanship of the two of them has been used until now, and there are really flaws. There is no such thing as a perfect swordsmanship. The two of them also seemed to dare to do something wrong, and there was already a look of horror on their faces. But I can't do it. In a moment of fright, Chixi's sword had been drawn.

The sword flashed, and the sword sealed the throat.

The figures of the two suddenly stopped. Their hands suddenly covered their necks, and their mouths also made a 'gurgling' sound, and they didn't say anything they wanted to say, so they fell to the ground.

The faces of the people standing in the four corners had changed several times. They also apparently underestimated Chixi's means. They couldn't think about it, but with the cooperation of their wind blades, the two swordsmen were still killed in one fell swoop.

"From—"

At this moment, the two treasure fighters suddenly shouted. Their faces were painful, and they drove the magic weapon to attack Chixi.

Gordon sword in hand. Looking at the magic weapon the size of a grinding disc, there was no trace of panic. The brilliance in the crimson bowl flickered, and suddenly shot out a thick bowl of horses, sweeping towards Chixi.

Red is as fast as lightning.

"Waning Moon!"

Chi Xi stared at the horse training that was quickly slashing towards him, and with a flash of sword light, he also cut out a red mang, roaring past, and met the blood-colored horse training.

Chi Xi cut out the training, after catching the red mang, it didn't last long, and it turned into nothingness. The blood-colored practice, with the urging of the two, also became more condensed, and roared towards Chixi.

Chi Xi looked at the training that was coming towards him, and his face finally had a solemn look. The sword light in his hand shot out, drawing a full moon as black as ink in the void.

"No Moon!"

As he spoke, the red blood that shot out had already hit the full moon that was as black as ink, and when it collided, the mirror surface of the full moon, which was originally as calm as water, suddenly became turbulent.

It is like a bottomless pit, refining red blood and swallowing it into it, leaving not a drop left. After swallowing, it disappears into nothingness.

When the red blood chain disappeared, the blood-red bowl suddenly became dim. The two people who urged the bowl flushed and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Waning Moon!"

When the blood-colored practice dissipated, Chi Xi slashed out another awe-inspiring sword qi. The sword qi burst through the air and slashed the bowl in half.

"Poof—"

The magic weapon was destroyed, and the two of them were even more moved. A mouthful of blood spurted out. Looking at Chixi's blood-colored blade, his face was as pale as paper.

"Help me—"

They suddenly retreated at the same time, already running towards the two in the corner. I want to seek their refuge.

Chi Xi sneered.

The sword flashed, and the head rolled off.

When the four people in the corner of the house saw Chixi's cold-blooded and ruthless swordsmanship, they already had a retreat in their hearts. Their faces were also pale as paper, as if they had seen death.

"Since you're here, leave your life behind!"

Chi Xi suddenly turned his head, looked at the four people in the corner of the house, and said hideously. As he spoke, the others had already swept up and slashed at the person next to him.

"Withdraw—"

At this time, I don't know who shouted, and the four of them fled in four different directions as if they were running for their lives.

But Chi Xi didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were always fixed on the prey he saw first. That person's light skills are not bad, and he also knows that Chi Xi is eyeing him, and he tries his best to escape, and a few of them are scattered, and they have already reached the opposite room.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chixi's mouth. He laughed fiercely.

"No one can leave alive!"

As he spoke, the others had already swept up, volleyed out four horses, and faced four directions.

"The favor is not weak, and the waning moon is not broken!" As he spoke, the sword was already in its sheath. He stood with his hands in his hands, as if waiting for something!

The favor is not light, and the waning moon is not broken!

If a person is passionate, how can he practice such a superb sword!