Soon when it was dark, Zhou Qingdui walked out of the mansion with his sword as promised, and did not look back.

A man who had counted his life's life walked out of the door with a pot of wine in his hand, and stood in front of the door to watch the figure of the young man in white walking away.

Finally, he just shook his head, locked the door, and turned to go inside, only to see a bag full of silver coins in an inconspicuous place in his yard.

The Taoist who has always looked at the cold and warm of the world with a cold eye was stunned on the spot at this moment.

In the darkness of the night, this small city, which was originally crowded, suddenly became deserted. On this street leading to the southeast city gate, only Zhou Qingwan was alone with a sword. Not only this alley, if Zhou Qingdui can fly in the sky now, he will definitely be able to see that all the alleys and streets in this city have their doors and windows closed.

Zhou Qingwan was used to living alone, so the coldness around him could not affect his state of mind at this time. After about a stick of incense, Zhou Qingdui finally arrived at the city gate in the southeast of the Bazi Hudao population.

This gate was not the same as the one Zhou Qingdui had seen when he came in earlier, only a very small gate was there. It is said to be a city gate, and it is better to say that it is the courtyard gate of a rich and noble family.

Zhou Qingdui didn't think much about it, raised the fairy sword in his hand and used the last trace of his true qi to mobilize the sword qi left by Qi Yan in this natal flying sword, and slashed towards the door.

With the thud of a sword and the roar of a crash against the gate, the gate was not cut open, as the Bazi Hudao man had said, but stood there intact.

Zhou Qingwan didn't doubt it, thinking that the power of his sword was not enough. Just as Zhou Qingdui was about to slash out a sword again, a ghostly wolf howl suddenly came from behind him.

After Zhou Qingdui heard this voice, he stopped the movement in his hand and turned his head to look. I saw a large piece of fleshless dry bones dressed in all kinds of clothes slowly walking towards him. All of them had an indescribable black aura on their bodies.

"Oops." Zhou Qingdui said secretly, and hurriedly ran to the alley on the other side. At this time, his state, with the strength of one person, is simply difficult to fight against so many people.

When Zhou Qingdui walked to another alley, an even worse scene appeared. At the end of this alley, a dry bone also emerged, and it was slowly walking towards Zhou Qingdu.

At this moment, Zhou Qingdui was in a dilemma.

But at this time, there was no room for hesitation, Zhou Qingdui waved the sword in his hand and rushed towards the dry bone in front of him.

A sword light flashed, and the dry bones in front of Zhou Qingdu's eyes were suddenly missing. Zhou Qingdui did not hesitate to rush into the road that was opened by himself with the power of a sword, and rushed out,

Although Zhou Qingdui successfully passed through this alley, he was still scratched by those dry bones that resembled "ghosts", and even his clothes were torn off a few times.

But Zhou Qingdui didn't have time to inspect the wound, so he just ran straight forward. There is no road at the end of this alley, and if you want to go forward, you have to turn right into another alley.

But after Zhou Qingdui turned his head and plunged into this alley, he saw the dry bones of Wu Yang again. At this time, Zhou Qingdu's brows tightened, and at this time, he was no longer able to mobilize the sword qi in the fairy sword Chaolu again.

Soon, Zhou Qingdui had to be relieved, even though he was now an empty shell with the pinnacle of returning to the Pu Realm, his physical physique was still the best among monks of the same age. These dry bones were only low-level ghosts, so he had already decided to give it a go.

Zhou Qingdui moved his legs and rushed towards the pile of dry bones, knocking down a dry bone with a single punch. As a result, Zhou Qingdui began to swing his fists continuously, punching and punching on these endless dry bones. The other hand is not idle, as long as there is a gap, it will slash out with a sword, cutting off the body of a dry bone. Although he couldn't use his true qi, Zhou Qingdu's swordsmanship was derived from the sword master Li Qiubai, and his sword was from the immortal sword of the sword immortal Qi Yan. Therefore, the power of this sword is not inferior to the attack of ordinary monks.

Although Zhou Qingdu's continuous punches and swords are now a little effective, after a long time, the large piece of dry bones chasing him behind him has also caught up. As the number continued to increase, Zhou Qingdui became more and more weak at this time. His clothes were torn to shreds from dry bones. At this time, Zhou Qingdui was like a bird surrounded by chickens, although he had the ability to soar into the sky, he was isolated.

Finally, at a certain moment, Zhou Qingdui was knocked to the ground by a dry bone in luxurious clothes. Countless dry bones also went towards Zhou Qingdui at this moment.

At this moment, it was very similar to when it was culled by the Black Feather Blood Eagle many years ago.

It's just that there was someone who would save him then, but now he is not by his side.

The clothes on Zhou Qingdu's body have been constantly torn by these dry bones, and the flesh and blood have begun to blur in some places. At this time, Zhou Qingdui was powerless to resist, only the fairy sword Chaolu was still struggling to release sword qi to sweep away the dry bones around the sword body. As a fairy sword, it will never allow these evil things to be contaminated with its body.

But Zhou Qingdui seemed to see a sword-shaped mark on the forehead of these dry bones, because it was under the night, Zhou Qingdui couldn't see it clearly, so naturally he couldn't confirm it.

Just when Zhou Qingdui was desperate, the Burial Immortal Sword, which had not been unsheathed on his back for a long time, began to be restless. Immediately after, the sword moved with Zhou Qingdu's body. Although it had never been unsheathed, the sword qi surrounding its body directly made these dry bones dare not approach Zhou Qingdui's body.

Finally, after Zhou Qingdui stood firmly on the ground, with a sword sound, the Burial Immortal Sword suddenly came out of its sheath. This sword, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it directly swept away the obstacles in front of Zhou Qingdui.

So when Zhou Qingdui saw this scene, he immediately pulled out the fairy sword on the ground and ran out. When Zhou Qingdui was running, he turned his head indifferently, as if he vaguely saw that the shattered dry bones were wrapped in a burst of black gas, and seemed to be reorganized. But Zhou Qingdui just glanced at it, and didn't have time to think about it, so he continued to run forward.

In this way, a scene of one person and one sword running in front and ten thousand "people" chasing behind him was formed.

When Zhou Qingdui escaped from this alley and turned into the next alley, he was greeted by another dry bone. These endless dry bones really made Zhou Qingdu's head extremely big.

When Zhou Qingdui's own Burial Immortal Sword in front of him opened up another way, he finally returned to the scabbard behind Zhou Qingdui's back.

Zhou Qingdui also realized that the Burial Immortal Sword just now was just a remnant candle in the wind, and it was just a remnant of the spiritual wisdom that mobilized the true qi existing in the sword body to finally open a way for Zhou Qingdui to survive. So, Zhou Qingwan didn't dare to delay, and he didn't care about his embarrassed appearance at this time, so he continued to run towards the road ahead.

When Zhou Qingdui turned an alley again, he unconsciously returned to the alley where he walked out of the house of the eight-character nonsense man before. But what hasn't changed is that the road ahead is still blocked by dry bones.

Zhou Qingdui stopped and sighed, and at this time, suddenly a figure in a robe fell from the sky, grabbed his shirt and flew into the house of the eight-character nonsense.

There is a way, the mountains and rivers are doubtful, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village?