Looking through the heavy curtain of rain,

There was a man standing on the roof of the street at some point, and no one knew when he came, for he had become one with the night.

He was too quiet and too cold, and the raindrops of slaughter became the background behind him.

It was a kind of indifference and weariness that had penetrated into the marrow, but with this kind of murderous aura, he was tired, perhaps only because he had killed too many people, some of whom he should not have killed, and he killed only because he had no choice.

Either he kills someone else, or he is killed by someone else!

Xu Xian was lying in the water with half of his body, looking at Yan Shisan, who was dressed in black on the roof, and suddenly remembered what he had said,

"When a person goes to the rivers and lakes, sometimes he can't help himself by doing a lot of things, and it's the same with killing!"

Maybe he and Yan Shisan are the same, many things are involuntary, he doesn't want to kill but has to kill.

Those who enjoy killing and indulge in it are crazy, Xu Xian is not, because he knows what he wants from the beginning, and killing is just a way to achieve his goal.

Lines of sight collide,

Yan Shisan understood the meaning in Xu Xian's eyes,

drew his sword from his back,

In the black leather sheath was a gold-swallowing sword adorned with thirteen bean pearls.

In addition to the sword, he is also black from head to toe, because he loves black and worships black, black symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death, and black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility.

Just like the Yan Thirteen people!

I don't know who exclaimed in the dark crowd on the street, and someone found the figure, and the high-spirited man holding the knife had strong heart palpitations for no reason.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

Yan Thirteen took a step forward,

The black boots stepped on the bluestone, splashing countless splashes, and when he looked up, there were many swords, guns, swords, and halberds in front of him, and Xu Xian smiled in the enchantment behind him, he knew that the three top third-grade swordsmen outside the field at the moment, his cheap father couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Yan Shisan's eyes were without a trace, because killing people in his eyes was as accustomed to eating and drinking, and he really couldn't make the slightest wave.

The long sword was swung, and dozens of people in the vicinity flew diagonally on the wall board of the street like kites with broken strings, and the wooden planks shattered, and everyone fell to the ground, and the surrounding people screamed incessantly.

Xu Xian withdrew his gaze and looked at the old Taoist priest on the long pavilion.

This is their own enemy.

Yan Thirteen will die with a sword fifteen,

But I won't!

The old Taoist's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little surprised by the swordsman who suddenly appeared outside the field, because he didn't know when that person came.

It seems that he still underestimates the young man in front of him,

The old Taoist's gaze became deeper, and he was very curious about what kind of charm the person in front of him had that was worthy of the three supreme swordsmen to die for him.

From the eyes of the old Taoist, it can naturally be seen how strong the people around Xu Xian are, the third grade is not terrible, the terrible thing is that those swordsmen do not seem to have reached the peak of the old Taoist's feeling, there is still the possibility of improvement, maybe one day in the future, they can also enter the second grade.

The second grade of sword cultivation is a little smacking when he thinks about it, he has already caught and killed the unparalleled in the world, but he is really at that point that he is afraid that he can kill himself with a sword.

But the old Taoist priest didn't ask out loud,

He prefers to find the answer himself after Xu Xian's death, which is much safer, and this is something that a fool can do, and he is not stupid.

The old Taoist priest struck again,

A pile of talismans flew out of the cuffs, and there was a light flowing on them, and they all had a faint purple intent when they looked at it.

It's a bloody investment!

All the stock was taken out,

Countless indescribable runes began to emerge,

The rune paper spontaneously combusted without fire, and after a while, the lilac rune seal in mid-air had burned to be exhausted, and the breath between heaven and earth became fierce again, and the rain had increased and had become a line.

Everything in the barrier became a little strange, the spikes on the plank, the crumbling beams, the broken swords on the corpses, everything became murderous, just because he didn't fit in with the world.

There was always an inexplicable premonition that if you took a step forward, the beam would hit your shoulder, the spike would pierce the sole of your foot, and the broken sword would pierce your chest......

But if it doesn't move,

The rain that connects in a line can leave your body full of holes.

Xu Xian frowned slightly, in a dilemma,

The whole small world has been connected into a fine net, leading to move the whole body, sure enough, this is the old Taoist priest's unique ability to press the bottom of the box, looking from afar, the Taoist priest is already pale at the moment, and is sitting cross-legged to recover the consumption of mind.

In my previous life, I always thought that the Taoist priests were ghost painting peach talismans, and the talisman seal was useless except for fooling the ghosts and gods.

But soon Xu Xian's brows relaxed, and he gently brushed away the locks of hair that were wet by the rain, and his smile was very bright.

Let you have a thousand ways, all kinds of spells,

Just break it with a sword yourself, why bother so much?

Thoughts sink into the mind,

Host: Xu Xian

Exclamation: 2010000

Summoning characters: Ye Gucheng, Ximen Blowing Snow, Sikong Picking Stars, Qiu Qianzhang, Yan Thirteen......

Skill;

Flying Immortals/Cooldown/Consume 100,000 Marvel Points

Simon Blowing Snow's Sword / Available / Consumes 100,000 Marvel Points

Eight Steps to Pick Stars/Cooldown/Consume 10,000 Marvel Points

Unpredictable/Passive Skill/No Cost

Sword Fifteen / Available / Consumes one million exclamations

Looking at the terrifying one million exclamation value, Xu Xian was not too surprised, because he knew that this sword had surpassed the three grades, so it was worth the money.

Sword fifteen is the last sword that Yan Thirteen and the third young master realized when they fought each other, when the sword was stabbed, he couldn't turn back, because this was a sword that represented death, not that he was in control, but as if this sword was controlling him, he couldn't do it either, which shows the horror of this move.

Therefore he did not want this sword to remain in the world.

The sword had pierced his throat before it fell.

......

Just when the old Taoist priest was ventilated like a dragon,

Xu Xian got up and bent down to accumulate strength, and took a step forward,

The waist-deep water exploded, and a strange gap appeared in a radius of several feet, and the rain could not enter.

Sword Fifteen,

The skill is successfully activated,

Consume a million Marvel Points!

If the flying immortal outside the sky is the most amazing sword move in the world, like an immortal dancing like an immortal, then sword fifteen is the most cold sword, and the death intent has been turned into substance, just like the nine shadows come to seduce the soul messenger to plunder the vitality of all the living.

The moment the sword came out,

The old Taoist's small world was quietly shattered, and the rain lost the blessing of the formation, and it only felt slightly cool when it fell on his body, and by the way, he washed away the blood stains around his body.

The people who were fighting on the long street only felt that

There was a sudden darkness between heaven and earth,

The night was already dark, and I couldn't see my fingers,

Na Sen Leng's sword intent could indeed be felt from a distance of hundreds of zhang, his body became stiff, and he couldn't hold the weapon in his hand and fell to the ground, and the sound of gold and stone colliding was endless.

The old Taoist priest on the long pavilion was upset,

This sword will die if it falls, and I want to dodge it but find that it is difficult to move an inch, and the sword intent is getting closer and closer.

There is no way to avoid it,

The old Taoist priest smiled miserably and went to death calmly.

When the murderous aura that is like substance dissipates,

The silhouette of a figure could be vaguely seen kneeling on top of the long pavilion with a sword, and the person sitting cross-legged had no head, and the old Taoist priest who was shrouded in sword intent didn't have time to move half a step from beginning to end.

"Bang ......"

The head of the Taoist priest fell into the rain,

It wasn't a loud sound, but it hit everyone's hearts.

Through the layers of rain curtains, the man on the long pavilion slowly got up,

It was raining heavily, and he seemed to be standing in the middle of the world, accompanied only by the sound of rain.