The steppe cavalry was a little surprised, looked around to make sure there was no one else, and asked, "Who are you?"

He didn't answer the girl's question, but asked the identity of the other party, which seemed very natural, very much like a real chance encounter, but in such a remote and even unknown green state, it was impossible for a lonely steppe cavalryman and a young girl in a yellow dress to meet by chance, he just wanted to try.

Unfortunately, the girl didn't want to talk too much nonsense with him.

"You are Ning Cui Cliff, and I am naturally the curtain. The girl said.

The steppe cavalry was silent for a moment, then stood up, wiped the remnants of the stream water from his palm, looked at the opposite bank, and said: "It is worthy of the legendary twenty-three years cicada, and it can actually see through my line of hiding. ”

In this world, few people know that the real name of the Golden Horde Court National Master is Ning Cuiya, just like few people know that the secular surname of the master of the Xiling Temple is called Xiong Chumo, and few people know what happened to Ye Hongyu in her childhood, but she knows, she knows everything.

Because she is the sect master of the Demon Sect and the mysterious twenty-three year cicada, her name is Yu Curtain, her real name is Lin Wu, her life is a fog for others and the whole world, but she sees everything clearly.

Yu Curtain looked at him and said, "Your array is indeed interesting. ”

A large array composed of the soul-killing souls of the entire Golden Horde tribe and countless resentful souls seemed to her to be just a little interesting, of course, it was not easy to get such an evaluation from her.

What's even more interesting is the national teacher itself.

The national teacher was obviously in the blood sacrifice array, in front of Ning Que's eyes. But by the stream dozens of miles away in the west, in front of the curtain, he was no longer old and tired, but a young cavalryman full of energy.

What's going on?

The national teacher is dead, or rather, the old national teacher is dead. For the sake of that blood sacrifice array, he sacrificed all his longevity, and his body had decayed into dust, leaving only his spiritual consciousness and so-called divine soul.

And then, in some unimaginable way, he turned into this young steppe cavalryman.

The strange feeling that Ning Que felt in the array. It is precisely because that national teacher is not the real existence zài. It's just that he can't find out where the national teacher's body is, but fortunately, the aftermath can be found.

The national teacher exhausted his longevity to create that terrifying blood sacrifice array, who would have thought. The curtain did not go at all. Rather, it's a casual walk. And he came to the brook, and to his body.

There was a look of regret in the eyes of the steppe cavalry - if you stared at his eyes, you could see the vicissitudes of life in them and the sense of calmness that only age could form.

"No regrets. Yu Curtain looked at him and said calmly, "Whether you are reincarnated." Or hide, or take away...... How can you hide it from my eyes?"

Yes, a method like this, which has been out of the realm of human beings, seems to be extremely miraculous and seems incomprehensible, but who is the curtain...... She is twenty-three years old, she has practiced the most incredible and magical method in the cultivation world, and she has experienced the most bizarre and unimaginable changes.

The method used by the national teacher is really not qualified to mention it in front of her.

Suddenly, there was the sound of cicadas on the side of the stream.

There are no cicadas in the wasteland, there have never been cicadas, but at this time there is the sound of cicadas, which is not poignant, and it is quiet.

Because the curtain moved.

She lifted her feet, stepped on the clear and quiet stream, and slowly walked this way.

There was a wind in the grassland, blowing the yellow dress on her body, like Lingbo's little fairy.

The national teacher looked at her bare feet and said, "I thought you would jump from the sky, but I didn't expect that in the end you would come from the water." ”

Yu Curtain said calmly: "It's like everyone thought that you would fight for the Golden Horde to keep the people in my academy, but they didn't expect that you would want to escape a long time ago." ”

The national teacher asked, "Can't the academy let me escape?"

Yu Curtain said, "No, because you are indeed very strong. ”

The national teacher was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you...... I really just want to trap you, I want to leave the last blood and fire for the tribe, and I am indeed ready to travel the world. ”

Yu Curtain said: "I said, don't regret it, you can't fool my eyes." ”

"A moment ago, Ning Que said the same thing over there. The national teacher looked in the direction of the Eastern Blood Sacrifice Array, there was some kind of secret connection between him and there, and sighed and said: "My regret is not that I didn't hide it from you, I didn't expect to hide it from you all the time, I only regret that you didn't enter my array." ”

Yu Curtain said, "You think your array can trap me?"

The national teacher turned to look at her and said, "My array can kill you." ”

Yu Curtain said: "Xiong Chumo also thought so at the time. ”

"I'm not like him. ”

The national teacher said calmly: "I am more rigorous than him, and when I was in the mountain behind the academy, he didn't know that you were you, but I always knew that you were you, and I have been waiting for you." ”

Yu Curtain said, "What about it?"

The national teacher held the handle of the knife in his hand, looked at her slowly walking on the surface of the stream, and said, "I want to try." ”

His appearance at this time was that of a rough steppe cavalry, especially when he held the handle of his sword, a bloody aura that only the army could have, and suddenly rushed straight to the sky.

Contrary to his breath, the cavalry garb on his body was torn apart, and the beard on his cheeks fell without wind, and even his hair fell down, and in just a few moments, he became a monk.

A murderous, bloody and cold young monk with a kind eye.

The curtain walked to the shore, and there was not a drop of water between the bare white toes.

She looked at the young monk and exclaimed, "Not bad. ”

It is possible that it is extraordinary, at least at this moment, the young monk who has been blessed by the bloody will of the entire Golden Horde may really have that kind of wonderful realm.

Yu Curtain just sighed and admired, not afraid, not even nervous.

Back then, in the face of the unimaginable tranquility of the viewer, she was as calm as before, let alone now.

She held out a finger and pointed it to the young monk's brow.

The cicadas by the stream suddenly became countless times denser, and they seemed a little restless.

The weeds turned into grass clippings and flew all over the sky. It's like countless cicada wings, constantly cutting through space.

As soon as she made a move, she was the strongest means to transcend the five realms.

The young monk couldn't avoid it at all, so he had no choice but not to avoid it.

He stared at the thin fingers that were getting closer and closer, ignoring the grass clippings that cut tens of thousands of bloody wounds out of his skin, holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slashing forward!

"You've miscalculated something......"

That scimitar was just an ordinary scimitar, and it broke through the air at this time, but it seemed to carry the will of countless people and condensed the killing intent of countless people. No sword lights up. It just drove the heavens and the earth.

In the middle of this sword world, the young monk quietly looked into Yu Curtain's eyes and told her, you are wrong. You saw through my game though. Didn't walk into my ranks. But as soon as you come to me, you have already entered my formation, because I am the eye of the formation. Where I am, there is the array.

This knife is no longer an ordinary knife, but a blood sacrifice array, with the killing soul of the entire Golden Horde Court, which has accumulated hundreds of years of killing souls, and slashes at the innocent girl in the yellow dress.

No matter how strong the curtain is, it can withstand the will of the entire tribe?

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In the face of the young monk's earth-shattering stab, Yu Curtain's response was extremely simple.

Her response was not at all like a great cultivator who had crossed the Five Realms, but more like a child who had just entered the martial arts, and the techniques she used were somewhat taken for granted, and even a little ridiculous.

The technique is the method of the hand, and she clasped her hands together and wanted to hold the knife in the palm of her hand.

Is it really taken for granted? No, horror is simple, and she takes everything for granted.

As a result, a knife carrying the killing intent of the entire Golden Horde was caught in her hand like this.

Her hands were small and tender, but the knife could hardly get in.

Her body looked small, but it seemed to have endless power.

Between the young monk's knife and her hand, countless breaths splattered.

The stream behind her began to ripple, then boil, then vapor.

The whole stream, in the blink of an eye, dried up without a trace, and the fish and aquatic plants in the stream disappeared.

The bottom of the stream also became unusually dry, cracking into countless pieces, like the scales of a dead snake.

Those cracks quickly spread to the fields behind the stream, and in an instant they stretched to an extremely circle, and the surface of the ground within a radius of dozens of miles became dry and cracked, like an old and dead giant tortoise.

The yellow skirt and the hair on the sideburns gently swayed together in the wind, the skirt was not burned, and the hair was slightly withered.

Yu Curtain quietly looked at the young monk behind the knife.

The young monk looked at her quietly, with admiration in his eyes, not fear.

Respecting her, she really deserves to be the sect master of the contemporary Demon Sect, a great cultivator with unfathomable strength, who actually inherited the collective will of the tribe carried by the blood sacrifice array with just one hand.

There was no fear, because he knew very well that with the ability of the curtain, he could only catch this knife, and it was absolutely impossible for him to have the ability to fight back in this situation, and he did not fall behind.

Yu Curtain really didn't fight back, but there was a mocking look in his eyes.

What was she taunting?

The young monk suddenly understood.

His knife kept the curtain standing still on the banks of the stream.

Yu Curtain's hand also fixed him in place.

He couldn't move.

Dozens of miles to the east, can he still move?

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When the knife slashed towards the curtain dozens of miles to the west, Ning Que's feeling was the most obvious, because the soul power that oppressed him around him suddenly became a little looser.

The more than ten iron boxes suspended in the air suddenly trembled violently, and the resentment emanating from the white skulls and the killing intent hidden in the array were extracted by some kind of force and fled into the distance.

Ning Que Huo Ran turned his head and looked at that place.

That's in the West.

He knew that the third senior sister was in the West.

The thin line he saw in the clouds earlier was the trace left by his senior sister, he didn't know what his senior sister was doing over there, but now he had vaguely guessed the truth.

At this time, he was besieged by more than a dozen steppe high priests, what could he do?

If it were someone else, he probably wouldn't be able to react in such a short period of time, but Ning Que was not someone else, and the tacit understanding between him and Yu Curtain was hard for others to imagine.

He and Yu Curtain have rarely seen each other over the years, but the tacit understanding has always been there.

That tacit understanding started many years ago, from the sound of cicadas on the old side, from the hairpin flower Xiaokai, from the waist card, from the demon, from a very similar temperament.

He heard the chirping of cicadas dozens of miles to the west.

He knew that his senior sister had already made a move.

He closed his eyes, then opened them.

When the young monk slashed at the curtain in the west.

In the east, he slashed at the old national teacher in the carriage.

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(It feels better and better, write a little more tomorrow and hack the national teacher.) And then about the chapter name, our generation of authors, will definitely be branded with a deep mark of martial arts novels, no one can get rid of it, thanks to those predecessors who wrote very handsome stories and sentences, the pleasure of reading, unforgettable. (To be continued......)