The moon and stars are scarce, and tonight's Fengyun Village is exceptionally quiet.

The recent Fengyun Village is not very peaceful, the second village owner and the third village owner have died unexpectedly, and ordinary villagers do not dare to come out at night to hang out, for fear of unknown death.

The string of beads, which was supposed to be removed after the end of the Celestial Dragon Festival, was still hanging around the altar at this time, not at all festive, but more like an evil spirit that summoned spirits.

Bei Mingxiu walked up to the altar and shook his head slightly as he looked at the incomprehensible rune on the ground that was completely depicted but had been covered with a layer of yellow sand.

It's not the first time he's been to this place, but he just thinks that before the Tianlong Festival, there was still a festive ocean here, but now no one cares about it, and he just feels emotional.

Then he began to look around.

The terrain here is extremely open, and most of the surrounding houses are low, which is advantageous to him if the other party wants to sneak attack.

Finally, he focused on the guy standing in the center of the altar.

Du Sigui was originally looking at the sky and felt the gaze of Bei Ming Xiu, so he turned his head to look at him, there was helplessness and envy in his eyes, but more than that, it was killing intent.

Bei Mingxiu said: "There is still half an hour left in the ion time, I think we can have a good chat first." ”

Du Sigui sneered: "What is there to talk about with the enemy?"

Bei Ming Xiu said: "This battle is going to be divided into life and death anyway, no matter what we communicate, only we know, why not?"

Du Sigui thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. ”

He sat down directly with his knees crossed, looking like he was listening.

Bei Ming Xiu also sat down calmly and said, "I'm still curious, you and Sikong Jing have the same friendship, why do you want to kill Sikong Ming and Sikong Han." ”

Du Sigui shook his finger and said solemnly: "I said in the morning that Sikong Ming's death has nothing to do with me, as for Sikong Han, I didn't want to kill him, but he was too much of an obstacle, and he died." ”

He grinned bitterly, "I just want to complete the master's order and kill you, stumbling block, of course I can kick it." ”

Bei Ming Xiu frowned slightly, and continued: "Since you only need to kill me, why implicate others. ”

"I really wanted to kill you, from the time you came to ask me for directions. Du Sigui stared at Bei Mingxiu with burning eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "But you are too difficult to kill." ”

"I can feel that as soon as we met, your heavenly humanity locked on me, if it weren't for the treasure that my master gave me to cover my spiritual power, maybe you would have discovered it a long time ago. Du Sigui sighed and said, "In a way, we are actually very similar. ”

Bei Mingxiu nodded in agreement.

Du Sigui sighed: "People like us who are always vigilant around us, a little wind and grass can be fully guarded, and it is not easy to kill you alone." ”

"So you have a helper. Bei Ming Xiu looked around and said, "Actually, I'm curious, your senior brother or junior brother looks like a fat pig, how can he be so good at light body kung fu?"

A strange smile appeared on Du Sigui's face, and he said, "You want to know, don't tell you." ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "The secret rots in the stomach, and it can't save your life." ”

Du Sigui replied: "But even if I tell you, you don't have the life to endure, it's better not to say anything, so that you don't feel happy." ”

Bei Ming Xiu shook his head and said, "There is no sincerity at all, what else are we talking about?"

Du Sigui sneered: "It's like you're sincere." ”

"The third disciple of the dignified Shoreless Sword Peak, the son of the authentic immortal family, the famous Zhou Han and Zhou Shaoxia, is so lacking in virtue, and he is not afraid of being spurned by the world. ”

Bei Ming Xiu sighed: "If it turns into scolding, don't talk about it." ”

He pointed to Du Sigui's body and asked, "Is your formation ready?"

Du Sigui did not deny it, and said proudly: "My Devil Killing Array was destroyed by you once two days ago, and this time you are not so lucky. ”

Bei Ming Xiu shook his head and said, "If you lose once, you will lose a second time." ”

"This time is different from the past, I am now full of spiritual power, although my mind was used too much in the morning, and I will not be able to recover for a while and a half, but as a simple Fa Sect cultivator, I can also kill you now. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, the spiritual power you have gathered by the Heavenly Humanity has been squandered as early as the morning, and the wound that was struck by my Demon Killing Array, although it is close to being completely healed, will still cause some effects. ”

Du Sigui stood up and concluded: "I can't win a fight with you like this, what else can I take back to see my master?"

He made a move, looking like he was stunned, "By the way, maybe you don't know that I still have an elixir on my body that can replenish spiritual power, and if you want to consume it with me, you can't afford it." ”

Bei Ming Xiu stood up and said casually: "You don't have a chance to see your master anymore." ”

Du Sigui sneered: "Then try it!"

Bei Ming Xiu didn't speak, and the Cold Shadow Sword moved as he wished, fell into his hand, and disappeared in a flash. Kanshu.com

Under the cold moon, there is killing intent, and there is sword light.

......

A sword light with a chilling chill shuttled through the night sky, and countless sword intents were sprinkled with it, each sword intent was cold and piercing, as if a little bit of it would be directly frozen into an ice sculpture.

Du Sigui looked up at the sky and smiled.

After the last battle, the Northern Immortal Cultivator obviously knew that he had the ability to temporarily cut off his connection with the flying sword, but he didn't dare to let the Cold Immortal Sword get too close, and only dared to test one or two with sword intent.

Prudent people will always want to eliminate all possible unstable factors first.

Du Sigui himself is like this, and he also knows how to deal with such people.

Bluffing or indeed having hole cards can make the Northern Darkness Cultivator cast a bogey.

The Devil Killing Array was activated again, and countless ghost hands swarmed out from the altar and grabbed towards the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

Although this altar is nondescript, it actually has the original function of the altar, gathering a lot of spiritual power, and these spiritual powers have long been introduced into the Demon Killing Array by him, plus this place has just received four lives, and the resentment is deep, which has greatly increased the power of the Demon Killing Array.

That's why he chose the altar as the site of the battle.

The response of the Northern Meditation Cultivator is very simple.

The iron sword suddenly unsheathed, and he trampled it under his feet, and the sword flew into the sky, quickly shaking off the ghost hands that poked out of the ground for a long distance.

This iron sword was originally specially used for sword flying, and in terms of speed and stability, many higher-grade flying swords could not compare to it.

No matter how fast the ghost hand is, it will only be a dead thing after all, and it will only chase after his breath, but if it can't catch up, the ghost killing array will lose its due effect.

Before Du Sigui could react, the Dark Sword had already broken through the air.

The Soul Imperial Sword Technique of the Shoreless Sword Peak, as long as the soul strength is sufficient, it is completely possible to control two swords at the same time.

And he himself can do something else.

Countless ice bullets fell from the sky, as if a hailstone had fallen.

Du Sigui sneered and urged the spell, and a curtain formed by a dark shadow condensed protected him, allowing the ice bullet to smash countless ice flowers on it, and at the same time, a streamer flew out of his sleeve, colliding with the Cold Immortal Sword in the air.

Inside the streamer was a small white bell, which cracked in this collision, but it still temporarily blocked the Stygian Sword in mid-air.

Du Sigui's face was solemn.

He knew that the Northern Darkness Cultivator had ice marbles, and he also knew that his ice marbles should not be much after the last battle.

But almost all of his magic weapons were also damaged in that battle, and it was the last one that blocked the Frost Sword.

The master didn't give him anything else, and he didn't want to ask Sikong Jing.

Now he is indeed just fighting on his own.

Du Sigui looked up at the figure hovering above the altar in the air, leisurely slipping with a ghost hand, sighed, and said to himself: "Master, master, have you really recognized me as an apprentice in your heart?"

He smiled wryly, and the seal in his hand dissipated after devouring the ice bullets, turning into countless tiny ropes and escaping into the night.

He is a rare cultivator in the world, whose origin spiritual power is a dark attribute, and his cultivation qualifications are not bad, and he will be cultivated with all his strength in any Fa Sect.

But with Fang Chengyi, he didn't have that feeling of being valued from beginning to end, even if the master at that time had only one apprentice by his side.

Du Sigui's eyes were a little more envious, as well as jealous.

Why can this guy get the attention of the master, obviously he is not weaker than him!

Du Sigui gritted his teeth and poured a bottle of elixir into his mouth, and as his spiritual power skyrocketed, the killing intent of the Demon Killing Array was released.

Those ghost hands gathered into one, forming ghost claws that were dozens of feet long, and the gloomy aura spread out, and the temperature of the entire world seemed to be dropping.

The Devil's Claw is formless, and it grows stronger.

"Whether the master really wants you to die or not, I must kill you today!"

Du Sigui roared, his hands closed, and the entire Demon Killing Array merged into the Demon Claws.

At this moment, the rolling evil aura enveloped the entire altar, as if he could hear the wails of the ghosts, but he didn't know if these wails really came from those unjust souls who died in vain, or if Du Sigui was himself.

The wailing is like hell on earth.