The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a thousand swords falling through it.

Kunlun City was soon filled with mist, and the pavilions and roof tiles on both sides of the bluestone street were beaten by the rain, like a roar of war drums, which sounded the prelude to this battle.

The night sky was lit up by thunder, and the thunder was hidden by a beam of sword light.

Old man Zhong's knife was not in the sky, it did not break the rain curtain, but it was just a fierce bombardment of a hundred feet in front of him.

The sword qi stretched along the rain line, and when it was stormed in the air, it turned into a shocking sword momentum and fell suddenly.

Didn't hesitate.

Indomitable.

The dark green tide hidden around the inn could not be evaded, their armor refracted a deep dark light in the sword light, and in a very short time, they formed a solid defensive formation, and countless shields mixed with true strength converged above their heads, meeting the brilliant sword in the darkness.

Old Man Zhong's figure was hidden behind the light of the knife, holding the rusty and blunt long knife in both hands, the sword intent was surging, and a long roar followed the knife between his eyes.

That army tide was the most elite army in Kunlun City, the imperial power was chartered, the strength was strong, and the marching battle was almost invincible... But at this moment, under the night rain, in the face of this knife in the dark, all the soldiers were full of despair in their hearts.

Where the sword travels, it is like daylight.

Everyone's face can be seen clearly.

The literati cat stood quietly in the rain with a serious face, and had been silent for a long time.

It wasn't until the blunt knife fell that he finally sighed and silently took many steps back.

The knife is surging, and the formation is broken with one sword.

There were countless broken armors between the water on the ground, and wails abounded.

The condensed army tide was rushed open a huge gap in an instant, and that beam of extremely powerful sword qi seemed to linger around the ground for a few breaths, killing dozens of people in a row before gradually dispersing in the rain.

Old man Zhong landed on the ground and let out a cold roar, the sword light in his eyes struck people, and without a moment of breath, he rose with the knife again, and the knife intent passed through the air, slashing towards the crowd again!

The rest of my life is gathered here.

He can't stop, he can't retreat, he can't hesitate.

Swinging the knife again and again, you must cut a way out of the city for Ah Diao!

No regrets even though you die!

The literati cat squinted and sneered, and waved his hand silently behind him.

Countless masters of the Demon Hunting Alliance immediately made a big noise, breaking through the rain and rushing away.

The three major families followed, and a thick aura rolled up in the crowd, almost washing away the rain in the air.

Old man Zhong and his knife were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd.

Between the nights, only the faint snow-white knife light can be seen looming among the crowds.

A herd of hyenas surrounded a lion.

Lions often end up dying.

But the hyena pack will leave more carcasses.

Maybe Old Man Zhong never thought of being a lion, he was already old, and the knife was blunt.

But when he kept fighting in the crowd, everyone present knew that he was a lion.

And at the moment, the six strongest of the hyena pack have not yet made a move.

Because there's another lion here.

In the night rain, Diao had already finished his last sip of wine.

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Tianjia, Tianyi, and Tianbing were silent and solemn in the rain, and the smell of blood on their bodies fell with the rain, like a ghost and a god.

Liu, Lin, and Lu San quietly put on a formation, and the aura on their bodies had been condensed to the extreme, and they could explode at any time.

In front of the six Four Realm masters, no one in Kunlun City might dare to say that they could stop their alliance.

But Diao still pulled out the knife.

The ancient knife that always has six fingers on the body is very wide, with six fingers, and the knife edge is very sharp, as if it is often polished, especially the halo of the blade, which is extremely bright and cold, and can almost illuminate this night.

The sword intent began to gather.

In just an instant, the ancient knife began to hum.

It is eager to fight, just like its own master.

Ah Diao slowly moved forward with the ancient knife, and the momentum on his body began to rise rapidly.

When he crossed the shallow ditch that had been filled with blood and rain, he had reached the threshold of the Three Realms of Guarding.

The literati cat's face began to be solemn.

Ah Diao still didn't stop, he began to raise the knife, and the rain flowed down the hat, forming a hazy rain curtain in front of his eyes, covering his serious and bright eyes, as well as the two knife lights in the depths of his pupils.

When the wind blew and the rain curtain tilted slightly, Ah Diao suddenly swung a knife, simply without any warning.

This knife, the pinnacle of the four realms!

The timing was just right.

The literati cat's face changed drastically, and he almost roared: "Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the six figures turned into virtual forms and melted into the wind, quickly rushing to kill with the rain in the sky.

Ah Diao stood quietly in the rain with his knife raised, some lonely, some lonely.

But he didn't panic.

Feeling the six powerful breaths in the dark night, Ah Diao looked at it coldly, and before the first knife dissipated, he swung the second sword...

In the following period, he will swing countless knives.

For fate, for hatred, to make an end.

The battle not far away also continues.

There were already countless corpses on the ground, and blood was flowing all over the ground, and it was impossible to distinguish between rain and blood.

The enclosed sword light also began to fade, and it was not as bright as before in the shadows.

It's just that the old figure behind the sword light has never taken half a step back, and is still moving forward.

If you are not afraid of life and death, how can you say goodbye?

After tonight, no matter what the outcome is, Kunlun City will forever leave behind the legend of a blunt knife.

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And at this moment, Run Shi Niang is walking on the road.

She didn't hold an umbrella, the rain wet her already close-fitting power suit, and the strings of rain slowly flowed down the ravine in front of her chest, entering the mysterious and deep peaks, seductive reverie.

She carried a pot of broken intestines in her hand, and the smell of wine was very strong, but it still couldn't hide the smell of blood in the rain.

She glanced suddenly in the direction of the inn.

The sky was dark, only the sword light flickered there, like day.

You can see it from a long distance.

The cacophony of killing could be faintly heard.

She paused for a short time and continued on her steps.

I walked all the way to the mansion of the city lord of Kunlun City.

No one stopped her, and the road was unimpeded, as if she was familiar with the road.

Then she met the owner of the city.

The city lord Wan Ren stood by the window of the high pavilion, staring intently at a certain direction outside the window, not emotional, a little stunned.

It seems that he is on his mind.

"It's been a while since you've been bringing me wine, so why are you in the mood tonight?"

Wan Ren suddenly turned around and looked at Runshi Niang, who was soaked in front of him, his eyes became very hot.

The three thousand postures of the harem are not as good as the gentle township proprietress with a smile and a moving smile.

Run Shi Niang smiled lightly, and Bai Mei was born.

She opened the pot of broken intestines, took a sip lightly, and then stepped forward slightly, met the other party's lips, put the wine into the other party's mouth, and said with a smile: "I'm here to ask you for something." ”

Wan Ren licked his somewhat moist lips, staring at the bewitching stunner in front of him, there was already a flame burning under his lower abdomen, he opened his mouth in a condensed voice, and his breathing was a little short: "Tell me about it." ”

"I don't want Ah Diao to die. ”

Run Shi Niang took another sip of wine and smiled lightly: "You promise me, I won't leave in the future." ”

Raindrops from the ends of the hair ran down the cheeks, taking away the moisture from the eye sockets.

Shi Niang was laughing, a little sad.

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