In the 143rd year of the lunisolar calendar, on the evening of February 4, Jiang Ye left a letter on the table and left.

He had stayed for too long, and the blood qi in his body was also in a controllable state, and the most important thing was that he wanted to leave Li Zhu'er.

She's just a passerby in her own life, and she'll soon be forgotten. Jiang Ye Yujian looked at the dark passage of the brightly lit town in the distance.

He took up his sword and headed north.

Before returning to Tiannanzhou, he wanted to see the scenery of Zhongzhou, and his heart was still full of yearning for this land.

Beyond the endless villages, the lonely boat with a stove on the lake, two friends sitting on the boat and drinking happily, the dark black fir trees endlessly, and the lake in the distance.

The water was gray, but shimmered white in the moonlight. Jiang Ye stopped at the edge of the lake and looked around, but the forest was silent, and there was not even a living thing.

But there was a voice in his ears, like ...... The sound of spatial tearing. Ordinary people may not be able to hear it, but as a monk, you can feel it.

The sound was getting closer, his ears were ringing, and he looked around to find the source.

At some point, the forest began to tremble, and the leaves rustled and fell to the ground like silver needles.

As the feeling of the space tearing apart became more and more intense, the trees in the forest trembled rapidly, and the leaves of the fir trees fell downwards in unison, followed by the branches, and even the lake rippled countless ripples.

Jiang Ye touched the trembling tree, and there was already a sonorous sound of iron colliding in his ears, the sound was like a bell, and it was extremely piercing.

In an instant, the source of the sound had reached the top of the forest.

It was two people, one dressed in white like snow, and it could be vaguely seen from the back that it was a woman, holding a silver spear that was crystal clear and radiated like moonlight; The other was dressed in black cloth, with a black scarf wrapped around his face, and holding a black lance, which kept gushing out black gas, and all he showed was black eyes.

The two stepped on the void, and the weapons in their hands twisted together like dragons.

They only had each other's weapons in their eyes, and the sky was as flat as the ground to them, and nothing could stop them.

They struck from heaven into the forest, from the forest to the lake, and from the lake to the river.

The dense woods were shaken by their aftermath, and the lake exploded as they waded along, setting off huge waves several feet high, and the woman in white gently stroked the lake and the lake split in half.

They are like sharp weapons, no matter what can stop them, their tricks are as dense as a drizzle, and they can't find any flaws.

The only thing that can stop them is themselves.

The two stopped at the edge of the lake, and Jiang Ye leaned back against the fir tree, not daring to make a sound.

Jiang Ye heard a man's strange "out, playing", and a woman's extremely angry "don't think".

The man laughed and said, "Well, I'll give you a ride."

Before they could finish speaking, the spears and lances in their hands had already clashed, and the thick trunk of the tree seemed to them as if it were nothing in their eyes, and everywhere they went was destroyed, and in an instant the trunk turned to powder and drifted away with the wind.

The fir trees in the forest were planted one by one, and Eba drew out the chasing lightning and prepared to leave.

Sensing the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, the man in black hurriedly shouted, "Who?"

When he said this, the flying knife in his hand was thrown out, and it pierced through the fir tree like a thunderbolt, piercing the back of Jiang Ye's neck.

Jiang Ye was startled behind him, and hurriedly slashed his sword to resist, and the two forces clashed, making a buzzing sound.

The flying knife seemed to contain infinite power, he used all his strength, gritted his teeth to resist, and he was shocked and slid three feet away, so that he could stabilize his footing.

By the time he knocked the knife out, his hand had lost his strength, and the chasing lightning fell to the ground, and he gasped slightly.

When the flying knife fell to the ground, Jiang Ye saw that it was just an ordinary flying knife, maybe just a few spirit stones.

With such a clumsy weapon, just a casual push can almost kill him, then how strong that person will be.

"At least he is also a master of the Three Realms." Jiang Ye looked at his fleshy hands and gasped.

He was almost soaking wet.

Volleying in the air can only be done by the Third Realm "Fluttering Realm", and the person who attacked him with a flying knife must be a veteran in the Three Realms, otherwise how could a flying knife be so ruthless and decisive.

He hurriedly took the blood pill and chewed it, swallowed it in his stomach, the blood in his mouth was rippling, and his breath became chaotic.

He had to do it, because the second throwing knife had already arrived, and he didn't even have time to draw it.

His hands were on the galloping knife, almost reaching his forehead, and he could only keep flying backwards until he hit a ridge of dirt. He turned his head busily, and the knife was inserted into the ridge.

This time, blood was dripping from his palm.

However, he also saw it just now, it was the handwriting of the man in black cloth.

He chewed up the rest of the blood pill, rushed out like a cheetah, picked up the chasing lightning, and galloped towards the two who were fighting.

The two were fighting each other when a black line shot out, and the man in black leaned down, and the black line passed over him.

He pulled back and jumped dozens of feet away.

The man in black stood still, his dark eyes staring at Jiang Ye without a trace of emotion.

The three of them stood silently, only the faint sound of blood dripping down.

Of course, it wasn't Jiang Ye's, but the woman in white, his right arm was already injured, and the blood soaked his clothes, and he fell to the grass dripping.

"If you leave now, I can let you go." The man in black was the first to speak in silence.

Jiang Ye said curiously: "Me?"

Seeing that the man in black nodded, he smiled and said, "Sounds really good."

"You can go, I promise I won't attack you again." The man in black said.

Jiang Ye looked at him, and the woman, the woman was about twenty years old, six feet tall, and had a plump body. The face is like a silver basin, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are ruthless but affectionate, just like a quiet lake.

Her chest is full, her figure is bumpy, and a silver spear in her hand adds a touch of heroism to her.

Jiang Ye stared at her, just like so many people who had stared at her.

There was a slight gloom in her eyes, but it was not easy to attack at this time, so she could only ignore Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye seemed to be fascinated, and he didn't notice at all that a flying knife thrown out of the black-clothed man's hand galloped towards him.

"Be careful." The woman exclaimed, and the gun in her hand also went towards the flying knife, and Jiang Ye shot at the same time, chasing the lightning and slashing towards the flying knife.

But Jiang Ye took a step slower, and slashed at the tip of the woman's spear, like a slash on a mountain peak that was difficult to shake.

He was shaken back a few steps by the force of the rebound, and the sword in his hand trembled.

Jiang Ye looked at the man and woman in black, his qi and blood were surging, and his body exuded a bloody aura, which was extremely rich.

"The people of the Demon Cult!" The woman looked at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The man in black laughed wildly and said, "It turns out that he is a fellow believer, and he has offended many people before, please help the foolish brother kill this woman."

The blood qi in Jiang Ye's body continued to surge and seep outward, burning like a flame, and his answer was also mixed with a trace of evil qi and said, "Okay."

The man in black laughed, "Okay."

He held the lance in his hand and said with a smile: "God really helped me."

His lance stabbed at the woman like a ray of light, like a rainbow of lightning.

Jiang Ye also rushed towards her with a sword in his hand, the man in black slowed down, and Jiang Ye quickened his pace to ensure that he could shoot at the same time.

The woman was ready to fight to the death, holding a silver spear to the ground, her heart was like water, ready to meet the two who were galloping in.