The change of mind of the mysterious person can really be described as 'coming and going quickly'.

-- Even a few points faster than some women who turn their faces faster than they can turn a book.

Obviously, the afterglow of the rage of the previous second still stayed on his face, and he was still so indignant, but it only took a second, and the next second he changed back into a light and breezy appearance like a brush--even smiled slightly for unknown reasons, and began to stare at the new translucent aperture in front of him without blinking, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

The mysterious man's performance naturally made the hearts of everyone in the cage feel relieved and a little chilled at the same time, and looking at the smile on his face, he felt that the other party was really a little nervous, but as the figure of the mysterious man gradually moved towards the newly appeared transparent aperture, the little heart that everyone had just put down couldn't help but raise it again.

"As soon as he steps into the aperture, this level is passed. Bai Quartz patted the railing in front of him, and then added with some regret: "It's a pity, that's just for him." ”

"As for our ......"

Bai Quartz didn't finish his words, and certainly there was no need to finish them, because the five people in the cage understood what he meant.

But one death.

The fluttering four characters represent the deepest fear, and the 'just one death' here is not the line that the heroes in literary works say indifferently before they see death as if they were home, and the five people in the cage are not trapped here to seek death - Su Hexiang is not clear, but Gu Shanlong, Xia Kucao and others came here to survive or to seek the lives of others, and they don't want to die.

But perhaps the bonds between them were enough for them to do some ugly things before the unclear death really came, so between the three people of Prunella, between Prunella and Su Hexiang, and even between Gushan Long and Su Hexiang, they just looked at each other in silence for a few moments, and then they had already dispersed tacitly, and began to seek a faint life.

The picture in front of me looked a little silent, a little bland, and a little ordinary, but there was no argument and noise and accusations against each other, and not even one person chose to bow to the only mysterious person who could control their life and death, so this scene looked a little plain and ordinary The picture immediately became less plain and ordinary, but filled with some indescribable warmth, which was enough to make the mysterious person who had other thoughts in his heart stop the boring drama at hand, and turned around and snapped his fingers directly.

So the summer withered grass faded, and when he looked back again, he was already outside the cage, in front of the mysterious man.

The abrupt change of scene was obviously a little confusing to him, but he quickly came to his senses, ignoring the presence of the mysterious man and just turned to look, just in time to meet the surprised gazes of the other four people in the cage.

Xia Kucao, who waved his hand and said hello, saw the white quartz in the cage pointing somewhere, and following the direction of the other party's finger, the circle of light that had just appeared was gone.

I see. Xia Kucao instantly cleared his thoughts, then turned around and saluted, inevitably thanking him with a little complicated: "Thank you, senior." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the mysterious man's hands and feet, and made sure that the other man's limbs were undamaged and unmistakable—but his face was still a little pale, and the wrinkles on it were faintly visible, as if he were a few years older.

"Hmph. The mysterious man didn't mind the secret look of the summer grass, but just turned around and sat down in the aperture of light, and then said very directly: "No thanks--ten kills and nine deaths, you are the one who gave birth." ”

That is to say...... He won't save again, and his next shot wins...... Will you choose to clear the customs directly?' Xia Dry Grass cleared his thoughts, but there was still nothing to be clear.

"Why me?"

In Xia Kucao's opinion, he should be an air-like existence in the eyes of the other party - even far inferior to air, because air can sustain life, and if he doesn't look at him without a glance, he will never die, so he doesn't understand why the mysterious person doesn't choose the ancient mountain dragon who should have some relationship with him, or the white quartz who must be looked at highly.

"Because I need you to owe me my life. ”

After speaking, before Xia Kucao expressed his doubts, the mysterious man suddenly raised his hand - a three-foot green blade was exposed on it, and then he raised his sword and waved it -

A bright silver thread rose from the tip of the sword, and in an instant, it had rushed into the sky.

The mysterious man's sword swing was extremely standard, that is, the expression on his face was extremely serious, and his movement seemed to be extremely slow—any movement could be broken down into countless details, and then it was completely unfolded in front of the eyes of the summer withered grass, like art rather than swordsmanship.

But no matter how pleasing the swordsmanship is, it is still only swordsmanship, and when swordsmanship is sublimated to the realm of art, it is the ultimate killing intent and unpredictable power.

This brilliant sword light that fused killing intent and power into one suddenly rose on the flat ground, and although Xia Kucao could see the opponent's sword swing movement clearly, he could only watch the sword light slash towards him-

As if death was coming, he even blew lightly on his neck.

At this moment, Xia Kucao didn't have many ideas—such as why the mysterious man rescued himself and killed him, or what the previous sentence of 'owe a life' explained, he just subconsciously tried to hide.

But what he was good at was never dodging with fists and feet, so when the mysterious man used his swordsmanship that he didn't even use on the stone platform, he could only feel a slight pain in his left chest in the next second when his thoughts arose.

Xia Kucao was tense all over his body, and he knew that if he only made a slight sword and stabbed his heart, he would die.

The feeling of imminent death was like falling into an ice cave at the time of Sanjiu, and the fear seemed to be condensed into substance, and the summer dry grass in the middle of it was soaked in the cold to the bone, and he instantly sweated profusely up and down his body, and the cold hairs stood up, and the whole person froze, unable to move.

But the blade froze—

The mysterious man maintained the posture of holding the sword for a long time, he was still sitting cross-legged in the aperture, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was not really physical, but he was pointing at the chest of Xia Kucao from a distance, but the coldness on the blade was always aimed at the rapidly beating heart in the chest.

"Saving you before, it was a lifetime of ten killings and nine deaths, but now you have stopped, you owe me my life. The mysterious man tilted his head slightly, squinted at the prunella, and then tightened his hand and teased: "Do you recognize it?"

"Confession. It was not until a long time later that Xia Kucao came back to his senses, but fortunately he did not miss the other party's words, so he had to respond with some difficulty.

"Good. The mysterious man nodded in satisfaction, but still did not withdraw his sword, as if thinking that the cold killing intent would help Xia Kucao to make some more rational answers—such as honest answers to the questions he asked.

So he asked, "You know the devil?"