There is still a quiet place in Weiyang Palace, but outside Weiyang Palace, it is already a mess.

The battle, which was only a hundred steps away from Dongque, was far from being destroyed.

The so-called knowledge is in the object, the object is then known, the thing has to be exhausted, the way is learned, and the law is understood to the root, which is the realm of the object.

The middle-aged man who broke the mirror with martial arts and entered the upper realm, and the Nangong guards who guarded Su Ran were not at the same level at all, seeing that he played sharply, both offensive and defensive, and faced the Nangong guards who could enter the realm of unloading armor, as if a tiger had entered a flock of sheep, the ice spear halberd was staggered for a few rounds, and the Nangong guards were shattered, the halberd was left in their hands, the shield was stained with blood, and there was no rest, so far, all the Nangong guards who were responsible for guarding Su Ran were wiped out.

The middle-aged man shot in less than ten breaths, and on the street of Lingyu Street, only Su Ran and the middle-aged man with the ice gun and ice armor remained, and in the small buildings on both sides, the elderly, children, middle-aged people, businessmen, farmers, and Jianghu people all looked at the field and were silent, they didn't want to come forward to help, but they didn't have that strength at all.

The middle-aged man had an ice gun in his hand, crossed the road, and after looking around the field, he whispered slowly, "Su Ran, I respect you as a man with backbone, go back!" ”

Su Ran clenched his fists, unmoved, still kneeling step by step, and moving forward with his head held high.

Seeing that the two people opposite each other were getting closer and closer, the middle-aged man moved his lips and said softly, "My name is Qiu Nanyue, I learned from Daqin, I realized the "Cold Spear Technique", and the realm of things, Master Su, remember my name, if you have the next life, remember to come to me for revenge!" ”

When the words landed, Qiu Nanyue raised the tip of the gun in her right hand, drew a white arc in the air, and came straight to Su Ran.

Su Ran's waist is as straight as a pine, there is no fear on his face, and he is not shocked in his heart, you have the realm of martial arts, and I have the style of a literati, come on, Su Ran begs for death!

Five steps, four steps, three steps..., just at the moment when the cold light at the tip of the spear was about to pierce Su Ran's chest, Qiu Nanyue's brows furrowed slightly, and the ice spear suddenly changed the trajectory of the attack, seeing him turn around and sweep a shot hard, the scene was still again.

Su Ran, who was standing behind Qiu Nanyue, clearly saw that the ice armor that had just been fighting against Nangong's guards was indestructible, and six big holes were poked open in the back by an unknown sharp weapon, and the big hole located in the lower left was already blurred with flesh and blood, and it was not visible, and the sticky blood with heat slowly flowed out of the hole, dyeing a piece of ice armor red.

Su Ran turned sideways slightly, wanting to look in front of Qiu Nanyue, only to see Qiu Nanyue twenty steps in front, a middle-aged man wrapped in a black scarf and earless left and right, holding a sword against Qiu Nanyue, on the hilt of the sword, the word 'zi' condensed with pine resin, the golden light flashed, very eye-catching.

Qiu Nanyue saw the person coming, thought for a moment, and then smiled, "Oh? Oh, I've heard that the twelve top assassins under the Tiger Gang, with the pseudonym of Twelve Hours, are all masters above the realm of breaking the city, and today they have to fight with the famous dead soldiers, and they have no regrets in this life! ”

The dead man did not answer, seeing that he danced a beautiful sword flower with the long sword in his hand, and between the thoughts, the momentum of the sword body increased sharply, and the silver-white pale light floated on it, just like the moonlight swaying the earth, and the stars surrounded the pale light, like the stars.

Qiu Nanyue was no longer verbose, his waist was stiffened, the tip of the ice spear in his hand turned light blue, the ice armor behind his back was wrapped around his body again, and the bloody wound was temporarily sealed by the cold.

Just now, if it weren't for the successful sneak attack of the dead soldier, which consumed Qiu Nanyue's physical strength and agility, in this battle, the dead soldier's chance of winning against Qiu Nanyue was extremely small, and only under the premise that Qiu Nanyue was injured, the dead soldier would dare to confront Qiu Nanyue head-on.

The master decisively, only in a moment, Qiu Nanyue and the dead man's momentum reached its peak at the same time, a silver white, a blue and white two cold lights immediately hedged up, and in an instant, the gun shot out like a torrential rain, and the sword danced like a meteor, overwhelming, very good-looking.

Qiu Nanyue used the gun like a dragon and a snake, the spear was mainly swept and supplemented by thorns, seeing that the cold gun in his hand was wrapped in bursts of frost, first sweeping the legs, then sweeping the waist, and then sweeping the neck, the connection was orderly, tight, sweeping the dead man left and right to dodge, the body of the gun slightly touched the dead man's clothes, leaving a frost mark, as long as he found a trace of opportunity, he concentrated his mind on the tip of the gun, and stabbed the dead soldier with a shot.

The dead man is very uncomfortable, the so-called inch long and inch strong, not to mention the difference between the two realms. Under Qiu Nanyue's timely stop loss, the effect of the sneak attack was not obvious, and it did not cause serious damage to Qiu Nanyue. Even if the dead soldier can't splash the oil of the sword dance in one hand, Qiu Nanyue will always attack the west and the east to find the flaw, and then use his mind to dissolve the cold on the tip of the spear, and attach it to the dead soldier's skin through his clothes, slowing down his ability to move, forcing him to turn his mind into his mind.

The fold made the dead soldier feel a big headache, Qiu Nanyue's intention to consume his mind was very obvious, that is, he wanted to exhaust the dead soldier's strength with the difference in realm, and then kill him with one shot.

The battle between the two sides has been less than twenty rounds, and the dead man has been completely at a disadvantage, he is fighting and retreating, defending with all his might, and even the people on the small buildings on both sides can see that if nothing happens, within ten rounds, the dead man will definitely die.

The dead soldier was unwilling, his eyes showed a cold light, his face was hideous, he shouted in a low voice, swept with his sword, opened and closed widely, and changed positions with Qiu Nanyue, and forced Qiu Nanyue back ten steps away with a sword.

Then, the dead man stood in front of Su Ran, turned around slightly, and pulled off the black scarf with one hand, only to see that his face was full of scars, which was very terrifying.

The dead soldier looked at Su Ran with hope, smiled lightly, and a small poem came out of the dead soldier's mouth, "Fifteen from the military, forty from the beginning." There are no old and young people in the house, and the lights are dark on the cold night in the mountains. In order to repay the king's righteousness, he went to fame. Looking back, there is no regret or anger. ”

It seems that the dead man is also a poor person who has been floating like duckweed in the world for half his life.

Without waiting for Su Ran to speak, the dead man nodded slightly to Su Ran and said in a low voice, "I learned the sword by mistake, since I was a child, I have been a thin traveler in the world." Mountains and rivers are always there, sir, go all the way! ”

An endless sense of grief poured out from the bottom of Su Ran's heart, his lips moved lightly, and he wanted to say something, but he found that all the gratitude in the world was not as good as the dead man's obscurity and protection of his life.

In the depths of his love, Su Ran put aside the yellow scroll in his hand for the first time, bowed deeply to the dead man, and bowed, "Go all the way!" ”

The dead soldier laughed, turned around and held the sword with one hand, his heart moved, the qi flowed, the clothes all over his body were broken, and the blood suddenly spurted, on his body, every blood vessel seemed to be moving rapidly, arching in the skin, flowing in the veins, and the blood vessels gradually bulged, as if they would burst at any time.

The red blood vessels surged rapidly from bottom to top, and when they moved to the heavenly spirit of the dead soldier, the dead soldier's hair fell, the ear piercings, the corners of the eyes, and the nostrils were bleeding nonstop, and the dead soldier was like the gods and demons of the heavens, in his hand, the silver-white saber immediately turned into scarlet, and the saber was not automatic, pulled by the blood, got up on its own, and stabbed towards Qiu Nanyue.

This sword poured all the thoughts and qi of the dead man, and after a sword, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would be a wasted person.

The dead man didn't care about this, at this moment, he was looking at the saber out of his hand with satisfaction, as if looking at his favorite work, he watched a torrent rushing, and smiled weakly, "In my life, I have only realized this sword, which is called 'perverse'!" ”