Several groups of people, more than 20 monks, a lot of scuffles, flying swords vertically and horizontally, all kinds of powerful magic weapons, means emerge in endlessly, Zhao Xin was amazed, and secretly imagined that he would enter the avenue of cultivation in the future, holding a sword across thousands of miles, heaven and earth let me go, wouldn't it be happy and dedicated. Then I thought that I didn't even have a spiritual vein, would there really be this day? I can't help but feel lost. Taking a deep breath, he smiled self-deprecatingly, returned to his former demeanor in a blink of an eye, and said with a wicked smile: "Lao Huang, these monks have so many treasures, wouldn't it be a waste to let them squander them so much?" ”

Lao Huang half-narrowed his eyes and said with a disdainful expression: "You fucking want to borrow my cultivation to rob while the fire is hot?" Zhao Xinyi's eyes were blazing, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and Lao Huang turned around, "Very good!" Sure enough, I read you right, kid! This time, Lao Tzu is right! ”

"Come on!" Zhao Xin opened his arms, "Lend me all your cultivation!" ”

Lao Huang glanced at him, "With your small body, how much cultivation can you control Lao Tzu?" Not afraid of dying from an explosion? ”

Zhao Xin felt the cold wind blowing directly on the back of his neck, couldn't help but shrink his neck, and said stupidly: "Then you can borrow less!" ”

"With the cultivation you can control, there is only one way to die against such people!" Lao Huang said coldly.

"And what do you mean?"

"What the fuck did you forget how to restrain that stupid girl?" Lao Huang grinned, hating iron and not steel, seeing that Zhao Xinyi was still stunned, he was even more annoyed, and roared sharply, "That's Lao Tzu's divine consciousness attached to your palm, stupid, do you understand?" ”

Zhao Xinyi was even more surprised: "Divine consciousness can still be used like this?" ”

Lao Huang snorted, "You kid naturally can't, but I don't want to think about who Lao Tzu is!" The conversation changed, "Later, I will have nine loot and one of you!" ”

Zhao Xinyi scolded secretly, no wonder this old goblin was so active this time, and casually bargained: "Five-five!" ”

"Look for death!" Lao Huang bared his teeth angrily, "Eighty-two! ”

Zhao Xin was about to cut his mouth, but when he saw Lao Huang looking at him angrily, he was about to move his teeth if he didn't agree, so he had to give up. Turned his head and explained a few words to Ergou, and asked him to wait here to answer. Before he finished speaking, he saw Lao Huang's paws wave, and the two dogs fell to the ground with black eyes, as if they had been smothered in the back of their necks.

"What did you do to him?" Zhao Xinyi frowned.

Lao Huang snorted coldly and said angrily: "You fucking want him to see how you kill the Quartet?" Lao Tzu just let him fall asleep for a while. ”

Zhao Xin nodded to Lao Huang, a little impatient, but Lao Huang said: "You kid usually looks clever, why are you stupid now, are you going to go like this?" ”

Zhao Xinyi frowned slightly, came back to his senses, swallowed dryly, and said, "I'll find a black cloth to cover my face......"

"Stupid!"

Lao Huang waved his claws casually, a cloud of black mist covered Zhao Xinyi, condensed, the latter took one step, more than a zhang, both excited and nervous, wanted to shout a voice, strong momentum, but didn't think of what to shout for a while, so he turned his voice into strength, strode towards the battle circle, and a dodge quietly appeared in the post station, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at his legs in shock, "Is this the speed of a person with high cultivation?" ”

At this time, the courtyard of the post station was full of blood, and the smell of blood was in the nose. The ten black-clothed monks who appeared in the end had completely gained the upper hand, and Yan Chen's gang was defeated and retreated, Zeng Jianshen ignored Yan Chen's opposition and escorted her out of the post station, and the remaining few people struggled to support Yan Chen in order to let him escape safely.

Zhao Xinyi took a deep breath and picked up a knife from the ground, but before he was completely ready, his body had already shot away uncontrollably, like an arrow, like a meteor, and his face was blown by the strong wind. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind a blackfriar, who turned his head in panic, his eyes mixed with horror and incredulity.

Zhao Xin was dazed and didn't know what to do, but his right arm was clearer than him, and the knife fell in his hand, as fast as lightning, and a head flew out before he had time to scream, and the torso that he was standing on his own, blood gushing out, straight like a fountain. He had seen murder, and he had followed the old Taoist priest to see the execution, but the distance was so close, he personally acted as the executioner, and he was sprayed with blood, with warmth, both fishy and sticky, this was really the first time in his life, and the color of fear instantly filled his entire face.

However, his hand was not idle, and with a dip of his left hand, he grabbed a cloth bag with precision and fished it back.

The corpse immediately fell to ......the ground, blood splashing everywhere.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Xinyi's body, shrouded in black mist, faintly seeing that it was a figure, and the movements were extremely fast, so fast that they didn't even find out how he got up and down before they got off the knife, and the shot was also very ruthless, killing people in one move, without the slightest hesitation and condensation, and it was determined to the bones.

In the face of such a ruthless person who suddenly appeared, everyone was shocked, and at the same time they were all very afraid, and they were on guard and ready for battle. It's just that they don't know that such a person in the black fog is completely stupid at this time, and the six gods have no master, and they are stunned.

However, his body has not been idle. In the next moment, he suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight, without any warning, his feet did not move, and his arms did not rise. When he reappeared, another man in black died, but the difference was that he died even more miserably, his head was cut in half, and his brain was rushing.

"Ah......h Just before he fell, a hand quickly reached into his arms and took his storage bag.

The remaining eight black-clothed people came back to their senses, glanced at each other, and at the same time used their means to kill Zhao Xinyi, flying swords and spirit runes killed angrily in all directions, the momentum was terrifying, he was still lost, but his hands and feet were not panicked at all, his body was ghostly, the speed was different, there was no trace, and he could always avoid all kinds of fierce attacks.

The men in black were both annoyed and shocked. People who practice martial arts and practice all know that the body method and moves are either fast, slow, or fast and slow, but no matter which one it is, the rhythm is very important, and there are certain rules to follow. However, Zhao Xinyi's body style is fast and slow, the rhythm is fickle, and there is no discipline at all, but the blame is that his body shape is extremely stable, without any flaws, and the group of people they kill is chaotic.

A group of black-clothed people had no choice but to surround him, wanting to gather the strength of everyone and kill him through the heart, but he suddenly broke through the encirclement of the magic weapon with a dodge, and pierced the heart of a black-hearted person with a knife.

"Wow......"

"Run!"

A man in black screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and fled in a hurry.

Many things are like this, once someone takes the lead and takes advantage, others are afraid that they will suffer losses, and they will not be left behind. As soon as this person ran, the rest of the people in black heard the sound and fled one after another, for fear of killing themselves, but they made wedding dresses for others. It's just that they are too slow compared to Zhao Xinyi, and in a few moments, there are a few more ugly corpses in the courtyard.

Several blue-robed monks from the Northern Yan Imperial Court, together with a few seriously injured soldiers, looked at Zhao Xinyi with complicated eyes, both grateful, fearful, and a little puzzled, who is this guy? Is it friend or foe?

It's so weird! I can't see the cultivation, and I can't see through the number of kung fu.

It was such a person who made them feel uneasy, and only then did they take a deep breath and slowly come back to their senses. Sweeping the corpses everywhere in front of him, he just wanted to run away quickly, find a place to take a good bath, and preferably wash away the fear and anxiety in his heart. However, his feet took a big step uncontrollably, and with a wave of his arm, a stunned green-robed monk immediately turned his head in a different place.

The other three green-robed monks came back to their senses and ran away, and Zhao Xinyi, who was already panicked, disappeared in place like a ghost. The three green-robed monks were all seriously injured, and their movements were very slow. Zhao Xinyi appeared behind a green-robed monk without warning, the green-robed robe only cared about escaping, without any defense, Zhao Xinyi's arm moved, secretly frightened, and exclaimed: "Stop!" ”

Qing Pao noticed that when he turned around, before the horror could completely bloom on his face, he suddenly felt that the sky was spinning and flying, and his body was gushing with blood, and there was no head.

"Stop!" Zhao Xinyi shouted again, but his hands and feet were completely out of control, and another green robe died under his hands. Then, the last green robe also fell.

"Bastard, I'll let you stop!" Zhao Xin burst into tears, scolded, and felt that his whole body was slightly loosened, as if the control of the old yellow dog was weaker, he raised his arm with difficulty, reversed the blood knife that had been curled, and wanted to shave himself fiercely, and also give Lao Huang a good look. However, his wrist suddenly flipped and slashed straight at a soldier who fell to the ground, and at the critical moment, he resisted vigorously, and with a difficult side turn, the broadsword deviated from the back of the soldier's neck, and with a "dang" sound it was nailed into the stone ground on the right side of the soldier's head, and it was more than a foot into the ground, and the soldier turned pale with fright and passed out directly.

"Damn it!" Zhao Xinyi was in a complicated mood, rolled over and picked up a knife from the ground, and cut his throat, intending to die with the damn yellow-haired old dog.

Lao Huang easily restrained him, but he also moved the real fire, and roared angrily: "I don't know what to say! The claws were slightly raised, and before he could exert his might, he looked at Lao Huang from afar, his face was hideous, as if he looked at the enemy, and shouted angrily: "Come again, I will die with you!" ”

In the face of his declaration of war, Lao Huang did not dare to act rashly for a while.

Just when this person and dog were deadlocked, two flying swords suddenly shot out of the back room, broke out of the window, and drove side by side, stabbing Zhao Xin in the back of the heart, as fast as thunder.

Lao Huang was the first to find out, and hurriedly controlled Zhao Xinyi to dodge, but the dispute just now disturbed his mind, and at this time it was too late to move, and he couldn't dodge......