The water swept in, and the crimson sword light swept out of the cave again, shocking like a long rainbow through the sun, unpredictable, and the timing was just right, as if Cui Zhilian took the initiative to put himself on the tip of the sword.

Cui Zhihuan was shocked and angry, and the other party did not retreat after a blow, still hiding at the entrance of the cave, like a treacherous beast that had hunted countless blood food, not impatient, waiting for himself to come to the door again.

Such a mind, such forbearance, and such courage are not at all like what a teenager does.

"The cultivation of the Dao Gate is suitable for meditation, and it is important to pay attention to the vividness of tranquility, while my Demon Gate prefers to survive in death and nourish the war with war. ”

The thin and sharp broken sword pierced through the river, approaching like a wisp of silent penetrating blood. Cui Zhilian's eyes were red, and the scene of the former Blood River Sect leader opening the altar to preach at dusk flashed in his mind.

"The so-called 'war' seems to be a simple fight for life and death, but in fact it is all-encompassing. The 'battle' is not only a cultivation duel of martial arts and arts, but also a contest of wisdom, experience, mentality, intuition, will, luck, observation, judgment, and mutual restraint...... , as well as the use of blind spot techniques. ”

"What is a 'blind spot'?" a disciple asked at that time.

"I jumped down from here, and I didn't do any magic, and I was unscathed. "Xie Xuan Dusk stood on the altar on the top of the towering mountain, looking down on the deep ravines below, and the wide cyan Confucian clothes were blown out of the blade-like wrinkles by the mountain wind.

Looking at the deep ravine of the sword halberd, everyone in the sect was shocked, could it be that the sect leader's body had reached the legendary realm of incorruptibility?

Xie Xuan Dusk got up, jumped off the altar gently, and fell in front of everyone. The Blood Lotus Altar made of red jade was no more than three feet high, and any boy could jump down.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and Xie Yandui smiled slightly: "It's hard to see, it's unpredictable, the son of an outsider, one of them...... This is the blind spot. ”

The sword light was like blood, stabbing the picture in his mind. This sword hit the "blind spot" of Cui Zhilian's thinking, because he didn't expect the young man to repeat his old tricks.

Cui Zhihuan roared violently, and he didn't have time to cast any spells, so he only grabbed the broken sword with his left palm.

The blood throbbed, and a strong sense of crisis surged again. Cui Zhilian immediately made a decision, and the moment his fingertips hooked the blade of the sword, the clear qi of the running blood river shook suddenly, his left arm was broken at the shoulder, and blood spurted out from the severed place, turning into a transpiring blood mist, covering the entrance of the cave.

At the same time, his severed arm and palm were penetrated by the Three-Killing Machine Sword Qi, instantly decaying and shriveling, leaving only a thin layer of wrinkled skin.

Cui Zhilian's figure retreated sharply, disappearing behind the blood mist, and a turbulent wave was set off in his heart. The other party's sword devoured qi and blood, and the effect was almost exactly the same as the Blood Shadow Dafa of the Blood River Sect. In addition to qi and blood, this sword also draws all the vitality, as well as a little bit of the mystical thing.

The Blood Shadow Dafa was obtained by the founding patriarch of the Blood River Sect from an immortal ruins, and its power is endless, and it can be called a powerful method of the first class in the world, even if it is not inferior to the "Feather Sword Sutra" of the Yu Clan. Where did such a sword technique emerge from in the world, and it is better than the Blood Shadow Dafa?

What's more, the young man's skills are shallow, and he is far from exerting the power of this sword!

Zhi Zhen's sword was slashed, and he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and heartbeat, and hurriedly withdrew and swam away. He held his breath underwater for a long time, and his breathing gradually became difficult. Only cultivators who refine qi and return to their spirits can turn their outer breath into inner breath and breathe freely underwater.

The two of them were lying on the other side of the cave entrance, and Zhi Hunt really touched the bronze hard object in his arms, which he retrieved from the pony bandit before he made a move. With this thing in hand, the pony bandits will not easily get rid of them and escape on their own.

The pony bandit's eyes flickered, and he gestured to Shin Zhijia and swam into the distance. The underwater caves are interlocked, the grass is overgrown, and the three of them go around and around, without stopping through the deep caves. Every now and then, some strange fish with transparent bones swam past them, stirring up a small stream of fire.

"Whoa!" the pony bandit grabbed the rock wall and jerked headlong out of the water, breathing desperately, his little face turning purple. Shin Zhijia also popped up and gasped. On the contrary, the fat tiger is no different, breathing freely, it is rumored that the four major cultivators are born to breathe inside, and they can also generate supernatural powers, which is quite strange.

"How's that guy?" asked the pony bandit, panting, climbing up a rock that towered out of the water. It was dark all around, and a few faint rays of light shimmered through the cracks in the stone above my head. The surrounding rocks are intertwined, and some of them protrude from the river, forming a black rocky beach with no end in sight.

"My two swords seriously injured Cui Zhilian. According to common sense, he should give up the pursuit and find a place to heal. But with his temperament, most of them will catch up. Zhi Jie really jumped onto the rocky beach and stared at the pony bandit, "You are familiar with the terrain in this area, this time it is up to you." ”

"The Demon Cubs of the Blood River Sect are not so easy to dismiss. The pony brow frowned, hesitated, and walked to a mossy cliff to the east.

"Do you also know that he is from the Blood River Sect?" Zhi Hunt is really silent, the pony bandit is really a Yan person, so he is so familiar with the Demon Gate.

"The smell of blood was so thick when he shot that he could smell it from afar. The pony bandit pouted,

After groping around the rock wall, one of the gray stones moved with the gesture. He pulled out the stone, revealing a hollow hollow in which a black cowhide pouch was hidden.

The pony bandit untied the cowhide bag, and Zhi Hunt Zhen swept his gaze, catching a glimpse of a pair of suede boots, a few sets of old Jinchu-style shirts, two short knives, a slingshot, a few packets of medicinal powder, a stack of oil naan cakes, and many bits and pieces.

Oil naan cake is the winter food of some tribes in Dayan, mixed with ghee, barley, beef and sheep bone meal, the taste is coarse and hard like bricks, but it is very hungry and can be stored for many years without deterioration.

The most special thing is the slingshot, which is a foot long and wide, with rare chalk copper as the bow frame, engraved with ancient patterns, and the curved handle of the bow is bent into a bunch of sharp sharp cones at the end. The rubber band is wide and thick, and the color is milky white, like a delicate jade.

"The Demon Gate has always been retribution. The surname Cui has suffered a loss on us, and he is determined to get back to the field. This is the unchanging mind of the disciples of the Demon Sect, and it is also the 'Tao' of their cultivation. The pony bandit said eloquently, put on his suede boots, took out his slingshot, rubbed it, hung it on his waist, and took out a short knife, one of which was inserted in the heel of the boot, and the other was thrown to the fat tiger. The blade glows in the darkness, reflecting the pony bandit's stiff lips outlined like wire.

Shin Hunt's eyes flashed and he looked at the pony bandits. The cunning, weak pony bandit seemed to disappear before his eyes, replaced by a murderous aura that showed his claws.

This time, the pony bandit did not shy away from meeting Shin Zhikari's gaze: "So we only have one way." ”

"Kill him. ”

"The Demon Gate Technique is powerful, and the backlash is also great. ”

"The current Cui Zhihuan is not much stronger than us, and he can be slowly consumed. ”

The boys looked at each other, their eyes burning equally brightly in the darkness. The fat tiger looked at them blankly, and suddenly felt a fire burning in his frightened heart.

"Fuck it!" he gripped his dagger and roared like a real tiger.

"A wounded beast is ferocious, but it's the best time to hunt it. "The pony bandit put on his skin, straightened his waist, and his eyes became sharp, like a goshawk in the sky overlooking its prey.

"Bang-" The stone was thrust back into the rock wall, and with a short, dull crash, the three of them walked deeper into the rocky beach, as if stepping on the sonorous sound of a horn.