Countless black air currents poured out from the sleeves of Don Juan's robe,

Under the clear light of the moon, it occupies a quiet forest unscrupulously.

Compared to the fog that rises in the early morning, this black air flow is more like the gentle waves of the sea at night.

Without the refreshing blue of the day, what remains is a sense of nothingness that can never be seen under the deep sea.

It silently swallowed up the entire forest, drowning out the trembling insects.

Let these powerless lives return to the origin of all this.

Death.

......

......

I watched the black gas continue to pass by my side silently.

Mu Daoren's eyes, which were already a little cloudy, were even more dim at this moment.

He was already old, and the black waves that had drowned him seemed to have taken away some of his little vitality.

Gradually, the moonlight reflected in his deep eyes was extinguished by the black gas.

Just one step away, it seemed as if he was about to stop breathing at this moment.

Feeling a sudden drop in his body temperature, even the Mu Dao person, who was a saint, couldn't help but let out a soft breath of white air.

"It's a good thing that no one else came over at night in this forest, otherwise I would have to freeze into popsicles. ”

"It's a bit unbearable not to work a little. ”

"It's really not good to be old!"

Mu Daoren looked at the black gas in front of him, and his sighs were full of excitement that only young people have.

"The weather in the south will one day be even colder than the cold winter in the north, and if this news spreads, it is destined to shock the old stubborns who have lived in the imperial city for a long time. ”

"Old stubborn, maybe it's an old eunuch. ”

The wooden man was just like Don Juan had seen him for the first time, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled gently.

"I forgot, you're being distracted by those things right now. ”

Mu Daoren patted his head and finally found that Don Juan was gone.

In fact, at this moment, the Mudao people could no longer see any trace of Don Juan.

Even because of the black fog, the wooden road people were even about to lose sight of their own hands.

"Can you even block the moonlight?" Mu Daoren couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the black mist hanging over his head.

As we all know, ordinary people can't see through the dark.

Even those who are able to see at night have to feel the void around them like blind people in this extreme darkness.

And as soon as this emotion that cannot be felt at anything appears, the heart is filled with fear.

So blind people need crutches.

People need light.

But for the Mudao people, he doesn't need any of this.

Because his sword qi is his crutch.

And the sword path in his heart is the brightest light in this world.

At this moment, I saw Mu Dao Man raise his right hand lightly, and a silver-white sword qi shot out from the tips of his withered fingers, instantly tearing apart the layers of black qi that had spread to the front of his body.

In fact, the black gas was not as strong as it had been.

With that finger, the Mudao people only used less than one-tenth of their strength.

It's just a little tricky.

So when the black gas in front of him was torn apart, what he saw was still the black gas that was pouring up.

"Can a saint who has been forcibly infused have such a strong power?"

"No wonder those gods can die without stiffening. ”

I don't know who he seems to be talking to, Mu Daoren's voice is flat, but there is a slight mockery.

"The stone-throwing is over. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a pressure like the sky suddenly erupting from the thin body of the wooden road man.

If the black fog is the tide that can make people die silently.

Then at this moment, the Mudao people are like a storm that rolls up the tide.

Looking at the black tide that filled the surroundings, the wooden road man took a step forward.

Just listen to the loud sound of "boom!".

At this moment, the black fog that had fallen silent seemed to be like a creature with a premonition of danger, and began to swim in panic, scrambling to escape from the side of the wooden road man.

Every time the Mu Dao people took a step forward, the black fog around them couldn't help but take three steps backwards.

The wooden road man is still the wooden road man, he is old, thin, and compassionate.

But Black Mist was like a child who had done something wrong at the moment, and he didn't dare to face such an old man, and kept trying to stay away from him.

But these black fogs have not gained real life, so how can they have this emotion of "wanting to escape"?

The gods didn't come back to life after all, they were just a little cold air on a summer day.

Even if it is a little weird, when the sun comes out, they will slowly dissipate without a trace of will.

It's just that the Mudao people really can't wait that long.

So when the first sword qi poked out.

The Mu Dao people didn't even wait for the last moment when the sword qi dissipated, and tens of thousands of sword qi were silently slashing the surrounding black qi clean.

So it's not the black qi that keeps retreating because of the fear of the wooden road.

It's just that the sword light dispersed the black qi that existed next to the Mu Dao people.

"That's why the older generation often says it's dangerous to walk at night, and there are always some young people who don't take it seriously. ”

The distance between the Mu Dao people and Don Juan was not very far, so at the same time that tens of thousands of sword qi swept around at this moment, the Mu Dao people could easily find that a part of their sword qi was dispersed by an unknown force.

I've heard that bats' eyes are not good, maybe that's how they see things in the dark, right?

Feeling the sword qi that shot not far away suddenly disappearing, Mu Dao Man smiled lightly and walked towards the place where the sword qi disappeared.

"Poof!"

At this time, I saw a gust of wind suddenly blowing from behind the wooden road man, blowing a touch of cold on the back of the wooden road man's head.

"Is there anyone else in this forest?"

Mu Daoren's body, which was originally walking forward, suddenly stopped, only to see him look back, and in the thick darkness behind him, one sword light after another was constantly emerging.

Like a purple-blue electric light hidden in the dark clouds.

"Zhang Bugou?"

Seeing the sword light constantly startled, Mu Daoren frowned slightly, but he couldn't help suppressing the feeling of wanting to compete in his heart.

The Mu Dao Man had been sanctified for a long time, and he naturally knew that this was a wonderful sense of the existence of a nearby saint.

"So don't run around at night. ”

Mu Daoren chuckled, and then couldn't help but sigh: "How long has it been since I pulled out my sword since the sword boy talked about the sword?"

"Sword Tianzi, Zhang Bugou, these two names are very different. ”

"I don't know if kendo is the same. ”

The Mu Dao Man slowly withdrew his gaze towards the sword light, and looked again in the direction where Don Juan was.

"Old sister, who would have thought that so many geniuses would come out in this life, you little apprentice, I'm afraid the road ahead will be difficult. ”