In autumn, the night of Pingyuan Village, except for the chirping of the ubiquitous autumn insects, has always been so quiet, as if a needle falling on the ground can be heard clearly.

Bei Ming Xiu and Yuan Xue walked on the road. Yuan Xue was obviously forcibly called out by Bei Mingxiu, and she hadn't been close to the baby yet, and she had a sullen accumulation in her heart, and occasionally looked up at Bei Mingxiu, thinking that in the future, Sister Su or the girl in Zhongzhou City you said would write a letter to you, if it fell into my hands, I would definitely tear it up for you.

Bei Mingxiu didn't care about the little girl's temper next to him, anyway, it would be fine after a while.

He's in a good mood right now.

Plains Village is still the same ordinary Plains Village, and it has not been noticed because he has lived here.

Then he can rest assured.

But soon, his smile faded and gradually turned into a coldness on his face.

"Be careful. ”

Bei Mingxiu whispered to Yuan Xue, and the iron sword on his waist immediately turned into a streamer of light and flew into the night.

Tonight's moonlight was not enough to illuminate the plain village in the darkness, and that sword light was particularly dazzling.

Yuan Xue was taken aback at first, then quickly pulled out the saber at her waist and carefully observed the surroundings.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator suddenly released the iron sword, then there was only one possibility—they were being targeted, and the other party was still a cultivator with a high level of cultivation.

While observing the movements around her, Yuan Xue caught a glimpse of the Northern Meditation Cultivator already holding the Cold Immortal Sword in his hand, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Bei Ming Xiu has always been sure that he will not expose more means to the enemy, and now he is holding the Cold Shadow Sword, which means that the other party is not an opponent that an iron sword can deal with, so what realm strength does it have to be to do it?

Yuan Xue calculated silently in her heart, and suddenly found that she hadn't even seen through the cultivation realm of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and she couldn't judge the other party's cultivation realm at all.

His cultivation realm is clearly different every time he investigates!

Yuan Xue quickly calmed down and concentrated her whole body on the sword in her hand.

These days, the sword feeding of the Northern Meditation Cultivation has benefited her a lot, and it has also made her understand a truth.

When you are facing the enemy, believe in yourself and believe in your sword.

If that person dares to make a move on her, she must let the other party taste the power of the Snow Peak Sword Sect's swordsmanship!

Before she could finish the rhetoric in her heart, a dull collision sound sounded in the air.

Bei Mingxiu frowned slightly.

His sword obviously followed the perception of heaven and humanity, why was the tip of the sword a stone.

He looked at the darkness around him and said loudly: "Who is pretending to be a ghost, you might as well come out and see it!"

He was greeted by a chirp of insects, but nothing else.

The villagers of Pingyuan Village did not react either.

Bei Mingxiu's brows furrowed even tighter, and the Heavenly Humanity spread out with all his might, but he discovered a fact that shocked him.

The spiritual reaction came from the only well in the village, from the field that had just been sown with crops, and from the grove next to the village......

The spiritual power that belonged to that unknown enemy was almost completely spread throughout the Plains Village, and his Heavenly Beings couldn't find out the true location of the other party at all!

And in his vicinity, only the stone that had already been hit by his sword had a spiritual reaction, which was obviously a means that the other party had already laid out, and what he wanted was for him to discover the anomalies nearby.

If no villager hears his cry and opens the window and shouts, "What are you howling at night", does it mean that the villagers in this vicinity have fallen into the hands of the other party?

Bei Ming Xiu clenched his left fist and showed a resolute look on his face.

If this is the case, he will never allow the other party to continue to behave mischiefly.

The world of cultivators and the world of mortals should be separated, if he really made a move on the villagers, he didn't mind letting the other party be like Meng Sheng in Huangsha Town, every three years and five years, he would suffer from the cold qi of the Northern Darkness until he died, and he could not be liberated.

......

The Iron Sword shuttles through the western part of Plains Village.

It is not the natal magic weapon of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and it has no sword soul to control, the Northern Immortal Cultivator controls it simply by relying on his own soul power, and he can't be too far away from himself, otherwise the consumption of him is too great.

He chose to patrol the Quartet with an iron sword for a very simple reason.

It flies faster than the Stygian Sword.

This circle echoed, and the thirty-seven spiritual power points on the west side of Pingyuan Village were all eliminated by him.

Song He's home is not among the thirty-seven places.

There are no cultivators in those places.

Could it be that the other party is in the western part of Plains Village, or is it lurking by his side at all?

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was still calm in his heart, but when he looked at the darkness nearby, he had to be more vigilant.

Being able to lay out the entire Plains Village, the other party is undoubtedly a Fa Sect master.

But why was he able to conceal his inhumane perception and disguise so many strands of spiritual power as his own origin spiritual power?

Unless...... The other party knows that he is a natural person, and has a method of perception that is specifically aimed at him.

The Heavenly Humanity he was proud of could not help the current situation at all in terms of exploration.

Even if the Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't believe it in his heart, he could only confirm this fact.

He stretched out his hand, intending to recall the Iron Sword, and then used the Grim Sword to explore the entire plains village.

But at this moment, his pupils shrank, and the spiritual power around his body surged.

"Not good!"

......

At this time, the iron sword was rapidly swept back at the ridge in the west of the village, and it only took a short time to fly back to the hands of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

But before its blade, there was one more person.

Most of the sword cultivators are classified into the category of martial arts, and the sword cultivators in the human world are divided into two kinds, one is those who like to fight their own swords to meet the enemy, and the other is those who like to control the flying sword with their original spiritual power or ideas.

The former's sword is not easy to catch, because the world's swordsmanship is flexible and changeable, and no one dares to pretend to know the world's swordsmanship, and there are many possibilities for the sword moves made by holding the sword. A true swordsmanship master, even if he only knows some swordsmanship that is not in the mountains and wilderness, can crisscross all directions - of course, the premise is that his spiritual power cultivation is not too low that of the other party, otherwise he will be suppressed by pure spiritual power, and his swordsmanship will not be able to be used.

And the latter's sword is often more difficult to receive, because although the sword path of the flying sword is relatively single, not as smart as the sword cultivator himself, but the slightest movement of the sword cultivation may be able to make the sword path of the flying sword deviate, and under normal circumstances, this kind of flying sword consumes a lot of money for the cultivator and cannot fight for a long time, so he basically likes to use the sword of the flying sword to cultivate a sword, and this sword is a killing move.

Therefore, people in the cultivation world have a clear understanding.

If you are not 100% sure, don't mess with the sword cultivator, even if it is a sword cultivator who looks very weak.

And exposing one's body in front of the blade of the Sword Cultivation Flying Sword is an extremely stupid act.

But that's what the shadow did.

said that it was a black shadow, not only because he was dressed in black and masked, but the biggest reason was that his whole person was wrapped in an extremely thick black fog, which was extremely difficult to be detected in the dark night.

He rushed straight out of the shadows, his arms outstretched, and a hugging gesture, as if he wanted to embrace the iron sword in his arms.

Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to really hug the flying sword, and when Tie Jian was about to pierce his chest, his palms slammed into his chest, and he directly clamped the sword body of the iron sword.

The sword of Bei Ming Xiu, although he didn't originally want to kill, but the simple speed also has a lot of power, after the North Ming Xiu was shocked by the existence of other people, the sword intent surged out, but it still looked so simple that it was caught by that black shadow, and it was difficult to move.

To clamp the flying sword of the Northern Shadow Cultivator, the mysterious person wrapped in the black shadow also has to pay some price.

He took five steps back, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and a grim smile appeared on his face wrapped in black mist.

He had suffered some minor injuries, and the iron sword had fallen into his hands.

With a few crisp sounds, the iron sword engraved with the sigil was slapped into several pieces by him, and the remnants of the sword were scattered on the ground, as if there was a mournful roar echoing on the ridges of the field.

The black shadow waved his hand in the direction of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, lifted the black mist on his mouth, grinned, said a few words silently, and disappeared into the night.

The cold light in the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator was great.

Although the iron sword had not been with him for a long time, it was a gift from the people of Momei Villa, and that person actually dared to do this!

His last silent words were a cordial greeting, if Yuan Xue heard this cordial greeting, he would definitely pull out his sword and stab seventeen or eighteen holes in that person's head, and kick it into the snow cave of the Tianshan Mountains.

Although the anger in his heart swelled, the Northern Meditation Cultivator quickly calmed down.

He was extremely sure that there were at least two people on the other side, namely the Martial Sect and the Law Sect above the sixth order, and this was only a conservative estimate.

Being carried away by anger at this time is tantamount to suicide!

He could chase after the black shadow just now, but there was also a Yuan Xue by his side, and the villagers of Pingyuan Village didn't know if anything had happened.

How to break the game, this is what he should think about now and needs to practice.