At the moment when the wind blew and affected the size of the flames, Xu Chuan had already made a prediction about what might happen next.

So he closed his eyes in advance, waiting for the moment when darkness was completely approaching.

And this is the best time for him to fight back!

So, when Zhang Ping was affected by the sudden darkness, his vision was affected.

With a 'whoosh', an extremely sharp wooden stick pierced Zhang Ping's neck with an extremely cold posture, and then pulled it out without hesitation.

At the same time, the wind stopped, and the flames, which had almost been extinguished by the wind, regained some of their brilliance.

Under the faint light, Zhang Ping was covered in blood at the moment, and he almost became a bloody man.

A large amount of blood gushed out.

He covered the bloody hole in his neck in vain, the unwillingness, anger, and fear in his eyes were already overflowing, he was unwilling to die in obscurity in this ruined temple that no one cared about, angry that a milky little doll dared to kill him, and was afraid of the impending irresistible death.

"Ho-ho..."

He struggled to say something, but his throat was clogged with blood overflowing.

He felt the gradual coldness of his body, and the gradual blurring of consciousness.

He wanted to do something, and he raised his head with all his might, only to be greeted by another cold and merciless stabbing blow.

The stick is stabbed in and out.

Same position, same power and speed.

Poof!

Zhang Ping's slightly raised head hung down completely, and there was no more sound.

Xu Chuan looked at Zhang Ping, who was kneeling on the ground with his head hanging in front of him, and his right hand holding the 'weapon' trembled slightly.

He had killed many beasts, but it was the first time he had killed.

Even if he was ruthless when he did it, or even ruthless, at this moment, he still couldn't avoid the discomfort in his heart.

After all, it is the three views that have been cultivated for more than 20 years, and it is impossible for him to treat human life like a mustard.

But soon, he calmed down.

Because, he doesn't regret it.

Qiu Siyun's pleas and threats were not enough to ensure the safety of his life and the lives of their mother and daughter, and everything had to be pinned on Zhang Ping's thoughts.

A killer who came to hunt down and kill women and children, life and death depend on the hands of such people, Xu Chuan felt that as long as his IQ was normal, he should not have hope for this.

Qiu Siyun is like this because of the desperation of having no way out, but although Xu Chuan couldn't hit it with one blow, he never really despaired, and he was always looking for opportunities to break the game.

And the appearance of Qiu Siyun just provided him with this opportunity.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but feel a little lax when Qiu Siyun appeared, which was the result of the goal of pursuing for many days.

The fire then went out, and the visual discrepancy caused by the change in light and darkness provided the best opportunity for him to make a move.

And as soon as he made a move, he took what he could to the extreme.

Because he knows very well that this is his last chance.

At this moment, there was silence in the ruined temple, Qiu Siyun looked at the scene in front of him, covering his mouth, his face became more and more pale, Xu Chuan was calmly thinking about everything that had just happened, and the previous scenes seemed to be constantly flowing in his mind.

'Bang Bang! ’

Someone walked in step by step from outside the temple with applause.

He was dressed in black, with a sheathed long sword at his waist, his face was fair, and there was a slight vicissitudes between his eyebrows and eyes, and the whole person was like a deep cold sword, exuding a cold aura.

Whether it is momentum or style, it is far better than Zhang Ping, who just died.

It's just that, faintly, you can smell a pungent smell of blood.

He seems to have just killed someone.

His appearance made Qiu Siyun couldn't help but lose his complexion, and Xu Chuan was also tense, with a look of vigilance on his face.

He didn't care about the reaction of the two, he just looked at Xu Chuan lightly, with a bit of approval in his eyes.

"At a young age, he has such scheming and means, but it is a material for sword training."

In a word, Xu Chuan knew that everything that happened in the temple should not have escaped this person's eyes.

Moreover, he had a faint feeling that this person was only afraid that he was a master who was far superior to Zhang Ping.

Although the other party did not make any moves, there was also an indescribable pressure on his face.

In front of this person, Xu Chuan felt as if he was facing an invincible natural enemy, and there was a kind of fear that involuntarily welled up in his heart.

However, even so, he will not lose the courage to make a move.

It was also death, and he preferred that he die on the way to battle, rather than close his eyes and wait for death.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, and deeply converged everything, allowing himself to be like a spring, compressed to the extreme, ready to burst out of his strongest blow.

Seeing this, the black-clothed swordsman couldn't help but show a bit of an interesting look in his eyes.

Xu Chuan was the first to dare to make a move on him at such an age.

Even, in the entire Qi country, there are not many people who dare to make a move against him.

As soon as he was interested, although he and Xu Chuan actually had no conflict, he also wanted to see how much ability this bold boy had.

stepped forward, and in an instant, a terrifying power fell on Xu Chuan's thin body.

Xu Chuan's eyes flickered, and he only felt that a divine sword with endless edge hung above his head, and the terrible pressure almost made him feel like he had been cut by a thousand knives.

Fear came to mind.

Xu Chuan's hand holding the 'weapon' couldn't help but tremble.

The black-clothed swordsman looked down at Xu Chuan's trembling body indifferently, waiting for his choice.

Is it to strike, or to surrender?

If I can't even withstand my momentum, even if I learn martial arts, I won't be able to become a climate. The black-clad swordsman whispered in his heart.

Xu Chuan did not bow his head, and under absolute pressure, he burst out with unprecedented energy.

A low roar, like the roar of a beast.

instantly broke the huge pressure around the body, and also broke the fear in the heart.

At this moment, he forgot everything, and only the only thought left in his mind.

Sell!

Hold on to the 'weapon', and it's still a straight stab.

This time, his whole body and the 'weapon' in his hand seemed to form a whole, and a straight stab erupted with a force and speed far exceeding the stab he had killed Zhang Ping before.

Sharp whistling, piercing edge.

He was confident that in the face of this type of direct stabbing, even if Zhang Ping was resurrected, he would be able to kill him.

However, the blow he had done with all his might, and even the blow that broke out in the small universe, still looked extremely weak in front of the black-clothed swordsman.

With just two fingers, he stabbed straight into the air.

The 'weapon' he relied on was gently and skillfully clamped by two fingers, and he could neither enter nor retreat.

The black-clothed swordsman flicked his index finger, and an irresistible force instantly shattered his 'weapon' into several pieces, and his whole person was directly knocked away, and he fell on the edge of the broken temple.

Xu Chuan looked at the 'weapon' that only had a few inches left in his hand, was stunned for a long time, and quickly exhaled slowly, got up and saluted the black-clothed swordsman, and said, "Thank you seniors for your mercy." ”

At this moment, he was not injured, which was obviously not because the other party could not hurt him, but because of the mercy of his subordinates.

This terrible powerhouse doesn't seem to have any ill will towards him.

What's more, the huge gap between them made all possible rebellions meaningless.

In front of such a strong man, what he can do is probably to calmly accept the fate that may come.

In fact, the moment this black-clothed swordsman stepped into the ruined temple.

All the people in the entire ruined temple no longer belong to themselves.

And this is the innate absolute power of the real strong to dominate the weak.

Looking at the indifferent black-clothed swordsman, Xu Chuan couldn't help but feel a deep longing in his heart.

One day, he will also become a strong man and truly control his own destiny.