The night is cold, and there is a moon.

The moonlight was sprinkled, and the earth was silvery white.

A man fell to his knees, gasping for air.

He is about thirty, in the prime of life, tall, and has an inexplicable yin owl temperament.

He was dressed in a gray robe with dark green edges, and held a sword with five characters engraved on it with a small seal: Luzhou, Baijia, and Mountain.

Bai Shan did not have the surname Bai, at least at the beginning of his memory, not Bai; one day, he was sent to the Bai family in Luzhou, and after a series of harsh training, he had a new surname, Bai.

Such a person should not have knelt in the stone forest of barren mountains and deep valleys, and such a sword should not have been stuck in the ground and groaned to himself.

It was a beautiful uninhabited valley with clear skies, clear moonlight and bright red wildflowers.

But now, he was trapped in a formation, and all he could see was no sky, no moonlight, no wild flowers, only the ghostly boulders and the white mist that hid them.

The white fog is not water vapor transpiration, nor smoke and dust floating, but a kind of indescribable and unclear fog.

If a person is trapped in the formation for a long time, he will forget the time, how long has he been trapped?

An hour?

One day?

Or a month?

He still has strength, but he feels sad from the bottom of his heart: he can't get out of the fog after exhausting all methods, and everyone will be sad.

He tried to cut off the strange stones, and when one stone was broken, another came to him, and there was no end to it, and he tried to mark the stone with his sword, and he went all the way, but at last he returned to the original point, and at last he dragged the ground with his sword, and dragged all the way forward in a straight line, but at the end, the first of the straight lines was connected.

Straight lines will not meet, never will, there is only one possibility, this seemingly straight line segment is actually a curve.

It's a weird feeling, because you see it — it's straight.

The wheezing sound, chiseled into the ear, vibrated the eardrum, and made a "plop, plop" sound, which merged with the heartbeat in the chest, and could not distinguish each other.

He felt that he was tired, even though there was almost no loss of true qi, but the tiredness of his soul was draining his strength little by little.

It wasn't quick, but it made him feel fear.

Die!

This disturbing word came to mind.

"No, I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die here!"

The sword pestle landed on the ground, supporting the body, and stood up tremblingly, the tall body was not straight, but looked a little rickety, he had tried his best, but at most it could only go to this extent.

A figure came from the mist, and Bai Shan's pupils narrowed, revealing a frightened gaze, but it was quickly controlled.

I am a member of the Bai family in Luzhou, yes, I am a dead soldier of the Bai family in Luzhou!

Bai Shan remembered his identity, straightened up, his waist was straight, but his back was still trembling, as if he would fall at any time.

The person who came walked very slowly, so slow that Bai Shan could see his face clearly before he could get a glimpse of the whole picture.

"Han Chuang!"

The sound almost came out of the gap between the teeth, mixed with a hint of coolness, and behind that coolness was the fear of not being known, not even known.

"Hahaha! Han Chuang!" Bai Shan stared at this delicate figure, full of dirty white shirts, unable to hide his temperament like warm jade.

HAN Chuang,

That's right, the person who came was Han Chuang.

Only an hour has passed, and with the use of devouring martial spirits, he not only healed most of his injuries, but also recovered some strength, although he could not deal with the three of Baishan at the same time, but they were all broken, but it was easy.

He came to Bai Shan and stared at him emotionlessly, like staring at a dying man.

"You're scared!"

"Nonsense"

Bai Shan looked panicked as if he had been hit by something.

Am I afraid?

No!

How could I be afraid!

How could you be afraid of him!

He repeatedly denied it in his heart, but the trembling of the sword-wielding hand could not deceive others, let alone himself, he was afraid, frightened.

Han Chuang glanced at Bai Shan and said faintly: "Your two companions have gone, and now, only you are left." ”

Bai Shan's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Impossible, you can't kill them!"

A smile appeared on Han Chuang's handsome face.

The laugh was sarcastic and cold.

"Do you think it's impossible? So I'm here to show you that I'm telling the truth. ”

Bai Shan subconsciously took a step back and said in a deep voice: "Are you here to kill me?"

Han Chuang smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "Kill, I want to know something before killing you." With a smile, two cold lights shot in his eyes: "Why did the Bai family send people to this deserted valley where no one was around!"

The cold eyes and heavy words were like a heavy hammer hitting Bai Shan's chest, and he kept backing and backing again until his back touched the cold stone.

He knew there was no way back.

Bai Shan glared at him and shouted, "No, I will say, you can kill me, as long as you have the ability." "Swinging the sword upward, a flat stab, the tip of the sword turns into two, two into four, and four into tens of millions, which is dazzling.

Bai Shan is good at using his palm, but no one knows that he is even better at using swords, his swordsmanship is pitch black into ink, not against the moonlight, with clever swordsmanship, a sword stabs out, and he arrives in front of Han Chuang's throat silently.

His eyes were bloodshot, bloodshot time, and there was a faint crazy gaze.

How can I kill someone as quickly as possible?

Hakusan was trained in this area, and you had to use a weapon to pierce from the front of the throat, from the back of the head, pierce the brain stem, and cut off the central nervous system, and it only took half a second, or even a few tenths of a second, for the enemy to die.

Without any space and time to resist, just a sword, a simple sword.

Bai Shan is good at using a sword, but he is only good at this murderous sword; a sword is stabbed, either you die, or I will perish, and there is no third way to choose.

When that ink-colored short sword pierced Han Chuang's throat without hindrance, Bai Shan's complexion changed almost instantly.

No way!

There was no feeling of piercing the flesh and skin, the sword was empty, as if it had pierced the air, and after hundreds of times of piercing the throat, Bai Shan would never forget the feeling of the skin and flesh rolling and biting tightly on the body of the sword.

At this moment, there was no such feeling, in other words, he did not stab Han Chuang.

The next moment, Han Chuang in front of him disappeared.

Phantom!

Bai Shan reacted suddenly, he didn't know how Han Chuang did it, but he was sure that this was a phantom, real and incredible, but it was indeed just a phantom.

A cold voice came from behind him, like a demon whispering in his ear: "Do you know about the Shadow Spirit?"

Bai Shan's heart froze, and his gaze suddenly became dull.

Shadow Ghost! a name that has been hammered into the imprint of his blood, a name that has been constantly mentioned in people's ears since he was trained by the Bai family.

The pinnacle of killers, an unsurpassable existence!

"Sword ghost! Sword ghost! You are a sword ghost! Not Han Chuang!"

He yelled and screamed, and Zhang Huang was at a loss.

The short sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Bang dang!"

With a crisp sound, Han Chuang's voice once again drifted into his ears: "I'm not a sword ghost, but I can also be a shadow ghost!"

An arm suddenly reached out of the air and grabbed Bai Shan's shoulder, and before he could react, the true qi in his whole body surged towards his shoulder as if he had found a pouring mouth.

Bai Shan felt that his true qi was constantly being sucked away, continuously, without stopping, passing through his shoulders and into another person's body.

He turned his head and saw the handsome face, and at this moment, the expression on this face was indescribably evil.

Han Chuang stood in front of him, absorbing his true qi, skillfully taking and plundering, without any mercy!

"One last chance, tell me why the Bai family is here, if you don't say it, I will suck the true qi of your whole body, and then throw it out and fend for yourself! I believe that must be something more terrible than death!"

die

Not necessarily the scariest thing.

As early as when he was training, Bai Shan understood that there are many things in this world that are more terrible than death, and those things will make your life worse than death.

lost his true qi, died and died, and it sounded good.

The enemies of Baishan can be spread all over the entire southeast region, as long as they hear the news that he has lost his true qi and the protection of the Bai family, he will definitely come to the door.

then

die

It's just a far-fetched luxury.

"You devil!" he roared, his voice hoarse and weak, and in a short period of time, the original full true qi was at the bottom.

At this time, the suction suddenly stopped, and Han Chuang's voice chiseled into his ears: "The last chance, to say it or not!"