The wind rose late at night, and the chill grew heavier.

Everything in the forest is quiet and silent.

The whole forest seemed to have fallen asleep in the night.

The campfire in front of the hut has been completely extinguished and the ashes have been disposed of.

Qingzhi and Xiaoru had already gone back to sleep in the house, and gradually fell asleep with their own thoughts.

The ruthless fairy was still standing in front of the wooden house, with indifference and charm in her eyes, with extremely complicated emotions, all the time looking in a certain direction in the darkness.

She stood there quietly, still dressed in white, looking the same as yesterday, and it didn't seem to be any different from before.

Her left hand was lowered straight, hidden in the wide sleeves of her robe as usual, and she did not make any movements.

The sword she held in her right hand was gone.

But the sword intent was still in his fingers.

So she still kept her sword in hand.

The sword is not here.

Naturally, I went somewhere else.

Somewhere in the dense forest, some distance from the wooden house, the sword of the ruthless fairy was suspended in mid-air, and it followed a strong man covered in muscles and muscles all the way straight ahead, not knowing where it was going.

That strong man is naturally Wu Lao Er, at this time he is carrying the remnant knife, his eyes are sad, with a bit of desolation and tragedy in his eyes, like a lonely and injured wolf, running forward in the gap between the trees, and striving in a certain direction.

Unable to sleep peacefully in the middle of the night, he was forced to come out to find a sword intent that even the ruthless fairy was afraid of.

This upset him.

In particular, he was followed by a sword.

That sword had been following Wu Lao Er since he left the wooden house, and it was a little ghostly.

In the name of protection, it is said that he is afraid that Wu Lao Er may be in danger after finding the owner of that sword intent.

With a flying sword to follow, once encountering any situation, the ruthless fairy can know it as soon as possible, and then it can arrive in the fastest time.

But Wu Lao Er knew that the sword was more of a supervision and deterrent, preventing him from taking this opportunity to escape.

Thinking of this, Wu Lao Er felt even more like a man's back.

He occasionally looked back at the sword as he went, constantly thinking about his own little calculations.

He was estimating the distance between here and the wooden house, wondering if he had escaped the range of the ruthless fairy's sword intent.

Then he would pick up his speed and gallop forward with all the strength of his body, trying to widen the distance between him and the sword behind him.

Every time at that time, the corners of the mouth of the ruthless fairy in front of the wooden house would show a contemptuous and indifferent smile, and then her right hand would be quietly clenched, the sword intent between her fingers would not dissipate, and the murderous aura would suddenly rise.

Almost at the same time, the sword behind Wu Lao Er would groan softly, and a few bright and cold sword lights bloomed in the darkness, illuminating the space several zhang in front of Wu Lao Er.

Brings a chill to the bone.

As if to remind Wu Lao Er, no matter where you go, don't think about running away.

That sword was always with him.

In the night, Wu Lao Er's eyes were full of anger and anger.

It's helpless.

You can only run all the way, and continue to look for the uninvited guest in the dark jungle.

At the same time, Tang Qing was walking in the night, walking through the gravel path in the forest, slowly walking alone.

I had no idea that some people were suspicious of his coming, and they were on guard.

The dagger hung from his waist, swaying with the sound of footsteps, with an ancient charm.

The sword intent contained in the short sword from the hills of Nanshan was still spreading, almost covering the entire forest.

That sword intent centered on Tang Qing and extended forward in the direction he was advancing, and on the way, he encountered a lot of forest beasts and ghosts resting in the night, ghosts and spirits, etc., they were silent in the dark, and after feeling the absolute intent in the sword intent, and a cold and arrogant aura that seemed to be engraved in his bones, many living beings trembled, curled up in the perched place and did not dare to make any extra movements.

Quietly wait for the sword intent to pass by, until it is far away.

The sword intent proudly left, and kept walking forward, not looking at the forest creatures more.

Even if it encountered another sword intent in a certain direction of the forest, it did not stop for a moment, and still stubbornly moved forward until the forest was completely covered.

The speed of that sword intent was very fast, Tang Qing had just finished walking a short space in this forest, and the sword intent in the short sword had already traveled back and forth through the forest, and at the moment when the wind and cold first started, the sword intent returned to the short sword, quietly, there was no longer any noise, and even the low sound of the sword sound had disappeared.

It's like I'm asleep.

And Tang Qing didn't know anything about it.

He just kept hurrying, occasionally putting his hand on the short sword and straightening it slightly, his gaze calm and indifferent, with a little maturity and steadiness that did not belong to this age.

If nothing else, he might keep going.

Until you feel a little tired, or there is a scenery worth stopping on the road.

But in this mysterious and vast wilderness forest, where countless creatures are hidden, there is no shortage of accidents.

Halfway through, Tang Qing suddenly stopped because another passerby appeared in front of him.

The man was hidden in the darkness, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the outline appeared a little burly and strong.

In the darkness, there was originally a long sword levitating behind the man, but when Tang Qing stopped, the long sword quietly retreated, and went in the direction it had been coming and going at an extremely fast speed.

The sword light lit up for a moment, and it was faintly visible, and the long sword then appeared in front of the wooden house, falling into the right hand of the ruthless fairy.

The sword intent between the fingers suddenly gathered, condensed in the sword, and lasted for a long time.

The ruthless fairy's eyes were slightly cold, and she raised her eyes slightly, looking at the darkness from which the long sword came.

It was as if he saw Tang Qing who was walking slowly, and the short sword at his waist.

In just a moment, she began to take a step, turning into a sword light and disappearing in front of the wooden house.

And in the shadows of the deep forest, Wu Lao Er naturally saw Tang Qing in front of him.

But under the observation of his divine sense, the other party was just a lone monk of the Second Realm cultivation, and walking in this deep forest late at night could only show that he was bold, and he was definitely not the master of the extremely strong sword intent in the mouth of the ruthless fairy.

What's more, he always thought that if he really had such a strong sword intent, it would inevitably only come from the hands of the sword saint descendant, Baili Duanjiang.

There can never be a second person.

Therefore, Wu Lao Er only stayed in place for a moment, and then shouted directly at Tang Qing: "Which sect and sect are you? Tell me honestly, I'll let you go, or you will consciously spurt blood to the sky, and let Zhou Jiaoxi of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy take you out. ”

As soon as this sentence fell, Wu Lao Er thought that the other party would soon be afraid and beg for mercy, or turn around and run away.

But in the dark night, there was a sudden killing intent startled, with a little cold.

In the night wind, Tang Qing's right hand was covered with the short sword on his waist.

He heard Wu Laoer's voice.