Seeing the sudden movement of the Northern Immortal Cultivator, Song Cihe was taken aback at first, and then sneered: "The legendary fairy body, I didn't expect that even the drunken autumn wind couldn't let you go." ”

Bei Ming Xiu put his hand down and said with a smile: "It's a little numb, but it can still be overcome." ”

Song Cihe said: "But I have been paying attention to you for a long time. ”

"You have several almost fatal injuries on your body, your spiritual power is scattered, it is estimated that Zhihai was also seriously injured, but it is extremely difficult to even stand up, what can you do like this?"

Bei Ming Xiu smiled noncommittally.

His immortal physique has long been no secret in the entire continent, and he has tried to pretend to be poisoned several times to lure the enemy close to him and failed cleanly, even those small fish and shrimp, Song Ci and such big figures in the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain will certainly not be unaware of the role of the fairy body.

Song Cihe wants to let go of the drunken autumn wind and bring down the audience, he will definitely solve the problem of his own medicine first, he is now suffering heavy damage to his mental and physical body, but Song Cihe is not wary of him, maybe this is a blessing in disguise.

"Why did you get involved in the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain?" Song Cihe asked as if he was serious, folding the fan in his hand, the smile on his face was particularly terrifying, "If you enter a realm you don't understand, you will give away your life." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled disappreciatively and said, "You don't dare to kill me." ”

The smile on Song Cihe's face froze, as if he had been insulted, and shouted, "Do you want to die?"

"You don't know what Qiu Fengchun's attitude is towards me. Bei Ming Xiu said lightly, "Otherwise, after you finish poisoning, you should kill me as soon as possible." ”

Song Cihe's face quickly returned to his usual appearance, and said, "That's true, but what can you do with me?"

Northern Meditation Cultivator really didn't have much to do with him for the time being, so he didn't continue to speak.

Song Cihe sneered and put his gaze back on Lu Ping.

The effect of the drunken autumn wind may last for a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour is a long time, but anything can happen in this quarter of an hour.

Especially for Lu Ping, who he was afraid of from the bottom of his heart.

Although the current Lu Ping was hit by the drunken autumn wind, his spiritual power could not circulate, his body was also unconscious, and he was even more seriously injured by the spiritual power, he still did not dare to approach Lu Ping, even if he wanted to kill him, he had to ensure that he could be killed with one blow.

As the head of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain, Lu Ping has always been very low-key, but he has not been assassinated, but none of those who dared to assassinate him could escape with his whole body, and the most terrifying thing was that no one had ever been able to force out Lu Ping's true cultivation exercises.

Song Cihe didn't want to follow in the footsteps of those people, let alone see the special features of Lu Ping's exercises, so when he slowly distanced himself from Lu Ping, he had already secretly condensed an incomparably sharp fire blade in his hand.

The Wind and Fire Technique he cultivated was a unique Dharma Sect exercise of a small sect on Changyang Mountain, and it was okay to use one-to-many, if there was only one opponent, the power would be greatly reduced, even if he was now a quasi-high-level cultivator at the peak of the sixth order, there was still no big way to overcome the inherent defects of this exercise.

From the moment he succeeded in bringing down everyone with the drunken autumn wind, he began the accumulation of this fire blade, condensing the most spiritual power he could mobilize into such a thin and sharp fire blade, and the previous humiliation and conversation were just waiting for the time when the fire blade would condense into its most perfect state.

With a wave of Song Cihe's right hand, the fire blade swirled and shot out, and the burning blade was aimed at Lu Ping's throat.

He planned to cut off Lu Ping's head in an instant.

After the separation of a person's head, even if he cultivates to the sky, it is difficult for the gods to save him, and Song Cihe's actions are already intending to put an end to all possible variables.

However, at this moment, a face appeared in front of his eyes.

The next thing that caught his eye was a sword.

The killing intent on the sword is vertical and horizontal, and the sword can only be far away.

It turned out that Song Cihe, who was far away from Lu Ping, had already come to ten feet in front of him.

Song Cihe didn't care about the distance at first, under the drunken autumn wind, it was impossible for this strongest assassin of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain to threaten him at all.

In fact, since the drunken autumn wind permeated the audience, Guan Zhiyao has been silent, falling to the ground without saying a word, like a dead man.

But at the moment when Song Cihe's footsteps stopped, Guan Zhiyao swooped out like lightning, and the shot was a sword containing killing intent.

He forcibly opened the meridians in a short period of time with his own strength, and he couldn't use his spiritual power, this sword was all based on his physical fitness and assassination experience, such a sword was still a sword of killing.

A sword will see blood, and when you see blood, you will die.

The moment Song Cihe flew out of the fire blade, the threat of death instantly enveloped his whole body, and he was suddenly shocked when he couldn't react at all.

This is Guan Zhiyao's timely breath, and after holding his breath in time, he paid a heavy price to forcibly suppress the anesthetic effect of the drunken autumn wind, and finally stabbed out a lore sword.

If there is no accident, Song Cihe will inevitably die under his sword.

But when Song Cihe almost thought he was dead, Guan Zhiyao's sword did not fall on his body, and the killing intent that he couldn't breathe under the oppression also dissipated without a trace.

Guan Zhiyao finally chose to stab at the fire blade with a sword.

Although it was a fire blade shot by Song Cihe and condensing his cultivation, Guan Zhiyao could still see through its flight trajectory with the naked eye, so as to intercept it with a sword.

However, how could a sword without spiritual power be able to stop this fire blade? With a soft sound, Guan Zhiyao's sword broke in two.

But as the short sword met the blade of fire, it was still concerned with his own body.

The fire blade passed through his chest, blood splattered out, and Guan Zhiyao's always cold face still did not have any expression, but those who were really familiar with him could see that he was now at ease.

The fire blade that flew towards Lu Ping was blocked by him, and it had already deviated from its trajectory and flew into the mountains and forests on the side, I don't know how many trees were cut off, but fortunately the entire mountain was not set on fire in the end.

Lu Linxi shouted in a lost voice: "Uncle Guan!"

When Guan Zhiyao heard this, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Lu Linxi, and there was a flash of concern in his eyes.

The medicinal power of the drunken autumn wind filled his body again, and at this moment, he could only fall weakly.

A flame penetrated Guan Zhiyao's heart at this time, and then burst into flames, as well as Song Cihe's crazy voice full of anger: "You dare to kill me, you still dare to kill me?"

He quickly calmed down, exhaled his anger along with fright with a breath of turbidity, glanced at the Lu family and his son mockingly, and finally fixed his gaze on Guan Zhiyao, who could no longer hold the hilt of the sword in front of him, and sneered: "If you really killed me just now, I really can't avoid it, but you are an assassin, and you actually want to sacrifice your life to save people, it's really a joke!"

Assassins have always been a murderous profession, and Guan Zhiyao has reached the pinnacle in this aspect of killing, and can even claim to be the number one assassin in the world.

Just like just now, he didn't use any spiritual power, just with one person and one sword, he almost killed Song Cihe.

But most Assassins are emotionless, and to be an Assassin at the pinnacle, you can't be swayed by emotions.

Guan Zhiyao also wants to do a lot of things, he hasn't seen the other side of the sword dao comprehension that he can reach after the short battle with the Shoreless Sword Immortal, and he hasn't seen the picture of Lu Linxi really being alone...... As the best at harvesting the lives of others, he also valued his own lives.

But when Song Cihe flew out of the fire blade, his heart was still swayed by emotion.

At that moment, he seemed to be able to see the coarse steamed bun with a little dust in front of his eyes again, and saw the snot on his face when the ordinary-looking young man handed him the only steamed bun he had.

There is only one steamed bun, and he still has a young brother to raise, but when he gives the steamed buns, he still gives them so refreshingly.

"Don't die, if you have a chance in the future, just give me back. ”

At the last moment of his life, Guan Zhiyao really missed the taste of coarse steamed buns.

Without that coarse steamed bun, there would be no later Soul Hunter Gate Master Close.

Guan Zhiyao's eyes gradually blurred, but after finding that Lu Ping in the distance was still safe and sound, his face, which had not shown a smile for a long time, showed a relieved smile, and the smile was faint like a new seedling that had just sprouted in spring.

After saying goodbye to his old friend in his heart, the number one killer in the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain closed his eyes forever.