At this time, face to face again, Qiu Shaohu saw the other party's face clearly.

The other party's black face seemed to have been exposed to the sun for a long time, and he looked at Qiu Shaohu with a playful expression with triangular eyes, as if he couldn't imagine meeting again like this.

Qiu Shaohu didn't have so much to be polite, looked at the other party and shouted: "Give back what you took away!" ”

Now that it has been exposed, it is simply no longer hidden. Qiu Shaohu almost instantly put the lock helmet on his head as protection, and at the same time flew out of the compass again and covered his body with a wolf skin, and took out the trap box, and shot out a series of feather arrows from it, almost infrequently.

The black-faced man jumped down from the wall, easily avoiding Qiu Shaohu's feather arrows, and then saw a snow-white knife light, Qiu Shaohu's Yanling knife was withdrawn, as if it had turned into a blizzard, and the cold air was fierce.

The black-faced man remained fearless, retreating and letting out a peculiar scream from his mouth.

The whistle was like an eagle screaming in the sky, which was very special, and it was obviously a signal to greet his companions.

He is also complacent, and when his companions come, when the time comes, he will catch a turtle in an urn for Qiu Shaohu, and he will naturally be able to catch it.

But after three seconds, the black-faced man felt that something was wrong. Everything was quiet as usual, except for the sound of Qiu Shaohu's knife breaking through the air and the screams of the surrounding captives, there was no response.

It's as if their companions have disappeared out of thin air!

Along with this doubt, he and Qiu Shaohu saw at the same time, and in another warehouse area not far from here, a bright light erupted from mid-air.

It's like the second round of the sun.

……

Within one zhang of the dust, it is isolated into two very different worlds.

Inside, seven clusters of shining light floated endlessly, connecting with each other, and the light was like a paintbrush, flashing countless dragons and snakes flying, extremely bright.

Outside, there were deer, tigers, rats, snakes, and countless phantoms of wild beasts, constantly emerging from the void, as if they had come from the wilderness, and constantly rushed towards the dust. The source of the phantom is those who surround the dust, and they use themselves as a medium to form a formation, exuding an extremely fierce feeling.

The fierce aura, every time it hit the range of the seven rays of light, the ice and snow melted like the sun warmed up, and it was no longer possible to get close.

The two sides were at a stalemate with each other.

Dusty like an old tree taking root, standing motionless in place, his breath is almost infinite, this Qiyao Heavenly Gong has been strong since he was seven years old. At the same time, he has been pure in heart and has few desires since he was a child, and his thoughts are pure, and the original breathless and refreshing energy has little effect on him.

In this way, the side with more people gradually showed its defeat, and when the dust saw that the time had come, his breath changed abruptly.

The seven clusters of light gathered together again, like turning into a whole furnace, urging a blazing aura, like a pot full of boiling water, exploding at a high temperature, and completely dispersing the opposing formation.

In the void, a black shadow was forced out, condensed into a human form again, and retreated in embarrassment. In the battle just now, it can be seen that although the other party's realm is similar to that of Meng Chen, the depth of his skills is really far inferior.

"Lord Harakan!" Seeing that the leader was also defeated, his subordinates hurriedly supported him, but he was hated and pushed away by this person called "Yuan Guan". He stared at the dust, a look of resentment in his eyes.

When he fell, there were also some things falling together, except for the fragments of his clothes, which were a few books that had been collected, but at this time, he was embarrassed, and he couldn't care so much.

The dust is like a rainbow, and the heart of the Tao points out, and it is hard to forge ahead for a while, but it can be unshakable and magnificent. For example, when he usually cultivates, he encounters a calamity, as long as he breaks through one of them, the rest can naturally be broken one after another.

Some variables could be felt in his consciousness, and he was secretly evolving towards changes that were beneficial to his own side and not to the other.

Like now, he heard a series of footsteps coming from outside.

……

Qiu Shaohu entangled the other party to the death, not letting the black-faced man distract.

He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he could feel that the other party's companion was entangled by some powerful opponent and couldn't be separated for a while.

Since this is the case, it is necessary to deal with the other side first, and then hold out until reinforcements arrive.

The use of the wellspring of talents, the power of Di Su, gave him almost infinite strength to fight the enemy.

On the other hand, the black-faced man was quite embarrassed at this time.

In the previous encounter, he knew that he was not Qiu Shaohu's opponent, and none of the companions he was counting on had arrived at this time. If the opportunity is taken by the other party, there is no way to turn the tables around.

Gritting his teeth, he dodged Qiu Shaohu's knife light again, quickly flashed to the other side, grabbed the nearest businessman, ignored the other party's exclamation, and threw it towards Qiu Shaohu.

After throwing it over, he didn't forget to disturb the other party's mind with words: "This is the shopkeeper of Shidian who opened the silk and satin village, save him, and you will not lack clothes in your life!" ”

Shi Dian fell far away like a cloud, and if he didn't catch it, he would inevitably burst his brain.

Qiu Shaohu didn't expect the other party to use such a trick, but he could only try to resolve it. The blade of the knife was held back, and the back of the knife slammed towards the stomach of the falling Shi Dian, making the opponent's body curl up, and the sword picked up his clothes, allowing him to take advantage of the situation to fall to the ground and roll, resolving the rapid falling speed.

This was originally a difficult thing to do, and it required a strong control of the strength of the knife, but Qiu Shaohu did it with ease.

Before he could change his mind, he heard the black-faced man shouting again: "This is Fu Qianbin who opened the Rouge Pavilion, save him, you will not lack gouache to please women!" ”

Another person was thrown by him, Qiu Shaohu acted in accordance with the law again, caught the other party with the back of the knife, and made him roll and fall on the ground.

Then the third, fourth...... The businessmen who were arrested were all used by the black-faced man as a prop to resist Qiu Shaohu, and they were thrown over one by one. In the end, there was no more businessman by the black-faced man's side.

He took the opportunity to strike again, and in the void, he grabbed Qiu Shaohu again.

The shroud of the Ghost Dao Transformation Technique was a real threat to Qiu Shaohu. At this time he had just caught another merchant, the knife at his side, unable to defend himself. was grabbed by the other party's palm print, and the Yanling knife immediately flew out of his hand, revealing the emptiness of Qiu Shaohu's chest.

Qiu Shaohu took advantage of the situation to turn around, and the handle of the Yanling knife was touched by his arm, and it immediately spun non-stop. A dazzling scene happened, Qiu Shaohu obviously did not hold the knife, but under the touch of every part of his body, the blade of the knife operated flexibly and swung freely, which was no different from him holding a knife.

Even the grip of the knife is not limited to both hands, but the knife is more flexible.

The senses of the Seven Killing Stars correspond to the sense of touch, and he can flexibly manipulate the things he touches, and with such a keen sensory blessing, Qiu Shaohu can make more movements that ordinary people can't imagine.

Seeing this, the black-faced man couldn't help Qiu Shaohu, and there was a lot of chaos for a while, and Yu Guang saw that there was still the last hostage in the corner, so he quickly ran to the other party's side and grabbed him again.

Before he could concoct and throw this last person out in the same way, Qiu Shaohu's breath was already approaching. The black-faced man was heartbroken, and subconsciously blocked the hostages in front of him. I didn't want Qiu Shaohu's knife momentum to come from top to bottom, and without slowing down at all, he split the hostage in half.

The sound of the sack breaking appeared, and the medicinal herbs inside were scattered all over the ground. This is not a hostage at all, but was confused by Qiu Shaohu with the Hundred Generations Wenzong.

Qiu Shaohu's sword momentum did not decrease in the slightest, it was full of sulfur, he didn't dare to easily use thunder and other moves that would cause sparks, but the sword light and cold shadow were enough to tear everything.

A low roar, appearing in the middle of the field, represents a secret aura.

The words "low" and "roaring" always seem to be out of place. But if you have heard this sound, you will understand that it is like a kind of cry that can only be activated by an animal that deposits its howl in its throat, and it is a cry that can only be found by ghosts in the deep mountains.

A mandrill's mask suddenly appeared from the black-faced man's chest, the mask seemed to be imprinted on his chest, and it came to life at this moment, resisting a fatal knife for him.

On the edges of the mask, special words are engraved. Qiu Shaohu didn't recognize what was written on it, but he knew what it was.

Lang Guowen, unlike the square Xia script of the Central Plains, is a text that only the Luzhou tribe will use.

It is also in the depths of the mountains there that there is a mysterious existence, and legend has it that masks are the most sacred objects of worship.

Zhenhuan sky, Kangding world - I didn't expect it to be Zhenkang Shrine, and I came here thousands of miles away!