Qiu Yun took Zhuang Erren away, and he didn't deliberately miss this place.

The city of death represents ominousness, and no one knows the future.

For the three existences in the ancient and modern buildings, Qiu Yun has a rough guess.

There are three innovations in different methods, and each time there will inevitably be earth-shaking changes, which may invite the arrival of the traverser.

If that's the case, I'm at least the fourth traverser to this world.

One of the top three in history has become history.

And where the other two are, I don't know yet.

Zhou Yu turned back in three steps, and looked back in five steps.

Just when he turned back for the seventh time, the boxy ancient city disappeared inexplicably.

Zhuang Sheng looked around the four fields, and his thoughts were all over the place, and there was nothing unusual.

"It's weird......

"Let's go, leave it alone. But you two, how many roses are there, can you count them?"

Johnson: "Nine ......"

Zhou Yu: "Seven ......"

The two of them had their own opinions, but Qiu Yun began to be a little worried.

The black roses in the core area of the city are extraordinary at first glance.

What do the seven and nine plants portend?

As night fell, Qiu Yun finally found a small town.

At the corner of the street hung a red lantern, and a scarecrow stood with a white talisman on its forehead.

There were traces of rain on the ground, and Zhou Yu deduced that it had just rained before dark.

But Zhuang Sheng found that the white charm attached to the scarecrow's forehead did not stick to the water, and there was no sign of rain.

"Keep your guard down, your eyes are like knives, and you are not good people at first glance."

Qiu Yun was calm and calm, there was something wrong with this town, but he seemed to know nothing.

Walking all the way down the street, Zhou Yu soon found an inn.

The first floor is a hotel, and the second floor is accommodation.

There were a few ordinarily dressed drinkers drinking and chatting inside, speaking five big and three rough, with a strong local accent.

"Look down-to-earth, I'll make do with it here tonight."

Qiu Yun walked into the inn, and immediately Xiao Er stepped forward to greet him and ask the guests, staying in the hotel or eating.

Qiu Yun asked for three rooms, found a table, and ordered a few dishes.

"Wait, the guest will be here soon."

The shopkeeper went to the back hall, and Zhuang Erren sat next to Qiu Yun, each constricting his gaze and listening to the conversation at the next table.

"I heard that the Southern Barbarians called......

"Not really. The Great Qi Evil Battalion has suffered defeats one after another, and it is a joke to expect that little master who has not grown any hair......

"I heard that Han Dashuai, who was like a god of soldiers, was injured by the master of the Southern Barbarians, fled all the way, and ended up with us."

"Really, will our town be affected?"

Zhou Yu glanced at Qiu Yun and said, "The locals call the Great Departure Soldier the Southern Barbarian, and the news of Han Shuai, I estimate that most of the time is fake."

Zhuang Sheng said, "This is at least three hundred miles away from the Blood River Valley, even if Han Shuai is defeated, it is impossible for him to flee in this direction alone......

As he was talking, a long bell suddenly sounded on the street outside, thick and long, which made Qiu Yun, Zhou Yu, and Zhuang Sheng feel their hearts shaking and were affected to a certain extent.

"It's no ordinary bell, it's strange."

Zhou Yu wanted to get up to inquire about the situation, but was stopped by Qiu Yun.

"It's the sound of the sword bell, don't be impatient."

Outside the inn, the wind howled.

The figures of the long street shook, and many townspeople exclaimed in surprise when they saw a scarlet coffin flying from the end of the street towards the entrance of the street, about three feet above the ground.

On top of the big red coffin, there stood a boy with a short sword, although he was not tall, but he was majestic, and he drove the coffin at a gallop.

Suddenly, there was a figure at the corner of the street, blocking the coffin's path.

"Leave people behind."

The voice was dry and full of anger, and Qiu Yun felt familiar.

Zhuang Sheng's divine thoughts were released, and a trace of strangeness appeared on his face: "It's the evil soldier Wei Luo Jiutian."

When Zhou Yu heard this, his eyes moved to Qiu Yun's face.

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When the three of them were on the front line of the Blood River Valley, this Lord Luo took good care of Qiu Yun.

"Let's see."

Qiu Yun was calm, but many conjectures flashed through his mind.

Luo Jiutian appeared here, could it be that Han Shuai was really defeated and fled to this place?

That's true, and that's a coincidence.

"Commander Luo, are you sincerely looking for death? The master has an order, let me escort Han Shuai back, and no one can stop me."

The sword-wielding boy spoke in an arrogant tone, and he didn't take the evil soldier Wei Luo Jiutian to heart at all.

"Han Shuai is the commander of the evil barracks, I should personally escort him, and you leave people behind."

Luo Jiutian was dressed in armor, holding a long knife, his body was covered in blood, and he was in a very poor state.

"You, can you get the escort? Get the fuck out of here."

With a wave of the short sword in the boy's hand, a red sword light instantly stretched out a hundred feet, split the night sky, and appeared on Luo Jiutian's head.

With a roar, Luo Jiutian waved his long knife, faced the sword qi, and slashed down with all his might.

With a snap, the sharp qi was like Zhang, and the terrifying sword qi and the sword gang collided violently, forming a shock wave, directly bounce Luo Jiutian away, and shred the armor on his chest.

The cultivation strength of the sword boy is far above Luo Jiutian, and there is no suspense about such a result.

Many people poked their heads out of the window to see the excitement, but they were shocked and fainted on the spot.

Zhou Yu was about to get up again, but Qiu Yun still stopped him.

"Don't panic, this town is scarier than it seems."

The sword qi shattered the lanterns on both sides of the street, making the light dim all at once.

In the night, there was a sudden rustling sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the sword boy.

If you look closely, there is another figure at the corner of the street, tall and thin, with a white charm on her forehead, which is actually a scarecrow.

The sword boy sneered disdainfully, "Pretend to be a ghost, show me your form."

With a wave of his right arm, the sword qi condensed, turning into a hundred zhang sword gang, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

The scarecrow looked very sloppy, and it seemed to stumble against the sword that was slashed at the head, but it did not dodge.

Let the sword slash at the white talisman in front of his forehead.

With a loud bang, the sharp sword gang instantly cracked and spread, while the white talisman in front of the scarecrow's forehead was unscathed.

The sword boy screamed, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and the red coffin that was hanging in the air suddenly fell to the ground, making a muffled sound of impact.

This sword, unexpectedly, did not hurt the scarecrow, but shocked the sword boy.

In the inn, Zhou Yu couldn't help but let out a strange cry: "It's really an evil sect. I didn't see it before, that scarecrow was weird."

Zhuang Sheng didn't speak, because he didn't notice the scarecrow's anomaly, and the white talisman was ignored by him.

Only Qiu Yun had a normal face, and seemed to have known it for a long time.

The coffin fell to the ground, and the sword boy was injured.

The rustling sound came from the feet of the scarecrow, which dragged its slender feet and clattered towards the coffin.

The red lanterns at the entrance of the street are shining slightly, revealing an eerie light, creating an eerie and cold taste.

It was as if a dark hell opened up at this moment......

The boy with a short sword knelt on one knee on the lid of the coffin and looked up at the scarecrow walking slowly, his eyes showing resentment and madness.

"The White Mirror Talisman of the Xiyue Immortal Sect is said to be able to resist and reflect all attacks. Do you really think that just one charm can scare me away?"

With a roar, the sword boy splattered a mouthful of blood on the short sword in his hand, his right arm swept out, and the blood-stained sword body shot out a red sword light, and the scarecrow was cut off with a single click.

The scarecrow, who had lost the lower half of his body, still waving his arms and trying to get closer to the coffin, looked so ridiculous.

In the inn, Zhuang Erren was shocked.

I thought that the scarecrow was hidden and a powerful character.

Who knows, the sword boy slashed him off with a sword.

"It seems that the key is the white talisman."

The sword worked, and the sword boy laughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly stood up.

"...... Start"

The red coffin rose in response to the sound and wanted to fly away from this place.

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"Don't leave ......"

In the dark, Luo Jiutian, who was seriously injured, rushed out and blocked the way of the red coffin again.

The sword boy's eyes were fierce: "Get out of the way so that you don't die, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword."

"Leave people behind, or you won't want to leave."

Luo Jiutian's face was pale, but he didn't retreat.

"You want to die, I'll fulfill you!"

The sword boy stood on the lid of the coffin, and with a wave of the short sword in his right hand, a piercing sword roared and thundered, blasting towards Luo Jiutian.

When danger came, Luo Jiutian reacted well, quickly rushed behind the scarecrow, grabbed the back of the scarecrow's head, and met the sword boy's blow with the white talisman in front of its forehead.

Between the lightning and flint, only a loud noise was heard.

Bai Fu was unscathed, but Luo Jiutian was shocked back a few feet, the sleeve of his right arm exploded, and the surface of his skin was dripping with blood.

The sword boy screamed wildly, and the sword that was slashed was reflected by the white rune, causing him to be seriously injured, the tiger's mouth in his right hand cracked, and the coffin under his feet was cracked.

"Die."

The furious sword boy flashed out, the short sword in his hand flew and turned, and the arc-shaped sword qi was like a flying red light, converging towards Luo Jiutian from all directions.

This blow contains the variation and weirdness of the sword move, and it requires extremely accurate perception to rely solely on the white charm to block.

Luo Jiutian's cultivation is not as good as that of the sword boy, and he is naturally inferior in dexterity, speed and convenience.

He could only use the white talisman to protect the vital parts of his body, and his left arm, legs, waist and abdomen were all cut off or torn by the sword qi.

With a single face, Luo Jiutian was completely limb and became a cripple, unable to compete with the sword boy at all.

In the next moment, the sword light rose again, heading straight to Luo Jiutian's eyebrows, wanting to wipe out his soul.

In the inn, there was a hint of emotional fluctuations in Qiu Yun's eyes.

Zhuang Sheng thought he was going to make a move, who wanted Qiu Yun to still sit still.

At the entrance of the town, Luo Jiutian was powerless to dodge, and quickly blocked in front of him with a white talisman.

The sword boy had already taken precautions, and his left hand volleyed out with a palm, directly taking Luo Jiutian's heart, and the sword that must be killed was just a false move.

The ingenious double attack directly forced Luo Jiutian into a desperate situation.

And just as death was coming, the red lantern hanging high at the entrance of the street suddenly shot out a flash of fire, condensing a fire shield, and blocked the sword boy's palm for Luo Jiutian.

With a bang, Luo Jiutian was ejected several feet away by the palm force, and he escaped the killing in a thrilling way.

The sword boy raised his eyebrows, turned around and jumped back on the lid of the coffin, looking at the sudden fire shield, revealing a smile that had succeeded in his trick.

"You still can't bear to see him die here."

These words were a bit strange, but as the fire shield dissipated, turning into a pale red phantom, revealing its original face, many people peeping in the shadows realized that it was a primordial god body, hidden in the flames.

This primordial god manifested his true face, and it turned out to be a man in his thirties, cold and upright, and magnificent.

Zhou Yu and Zhuang Sheng both changed color: "Han Shuai, how is this possible."

Luo Jiutian, who got out, looked at the familiar back, and there were tears in his eyes: "Handsome......

Han Shuai's body is now lost, and only the Yuan Shen is left, bathed in firelight, revealing a bit of indescribable mystery.

He looked at the sword boy with a deep eye: "You pretended to capture me and put me in a coffin, just to lure out the followers around me, and then force me to show up with their lives and deaths, and it is a good strategy."

The sword boy sneered, "You know it's a plan, but you still show up, which shows that you care about his life and death, and it also proves that our plan is very right."

Luo Jiutian's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he jumped up in pain: "Dashuai, you go first, I'll stop them."

Han Shuai sighed softly, "It's too late to leave now."

All around, figures emerged, and a shocking scene appeared.

Sixteen young men flying with edgeworth, surrounded the streets of the town, which were obviously pawns that had been ambushed a long time ago.

Luo Jiutian was sad and angry, and realized that he had become a pawn used by the enemy, and he felt remorseful in his heart.

"Dashuai, I hurt you."

Han Shuai didn't speak, just quietly looked at the vermilion coffin, and asked faintly, "Do I know the one inside?"

The sword boy looked around at Siye and smiled a little proudly

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"You can't escape tonight, so I'll make you a ghost."

jumped up, the coffin lid flew backwards, and in the vermilion coffin, a figure suddenly sat up.

It was a handsome and confident man with red lips and white teeth, dressed in white, who was standing up from the coffin.

"I was a little dizzy from this night's sleep. What are you doing here, how can you be rude to Han Shuai and take away your sword."

Sixteen young men flying with edges quickly retracted their swords and floated to the ground one by one, still maintaining a posture of encirclement.

Luo Jiutian stared at the man in white and questioned, "Who are you?"

The man smiled and said, "Do you remember me?"

Han Shuai nodded lightly: "You are the dustless sword of the Taiyi Sword Sect, Shi Jinqi. Known as a rare sword genius in the Sword Sect in a hundred years, he is one of the three great heavenly talents of the Taiyi Sword Sect in the world, and I saw you once three years ago."

"Han Shuai really has a good memory. This time, I am on the orders of Uncle Xiao, and I am here to invite you back, and I hope that Han Shuai will not embarrass me."

Stone into seven, ten into seven, this is a very interesting name.

He is calm and confident, elegant and calm, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze.

Han Shuai sighed helplessly: "I don't want to embarrass you, but I can't go back with you."

Shi Jinqi frowned and asked, "With Han Shuai's current situation, are you sure to escape from me?" Although the White Mirror Talisman and the Red Lantern of the Xiyue Immortal Sect are attacking and defending, they alone can't help you get out."

Han Shuai said, "I didn't want to get out of here alive, I just wanted to see how much you could pay."

Shi Jinqi smiled and said, "For Uncle Junior, it's not a pity for us to die. But the handsome man can't bear to watch the people around you die for you?"

Luo Jiutian roared, "Why be afraid of death? can kill the enemy side by side with the commander, although he will die without regrets!"

Dragging his severely injured and crippled body, Luo Jiutian came to Han Shuai's side to live and die with him.

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