The Equality King, who was standing at the head of the Rakshasa City, suddenly turned cold.

He raised his hands and pressed them down.

The four thunder drums flew up suddenly, and the scarlet hook jade engraved on the drum body instantly shone brightly, bringing out a faint red, bright and bright.

It rained heavily, and thunder suddenly appeared.

Four thunder drums hung high above the city, suppressing the eleven squares of Liu.

Brilliant thunder fell from the nine heavens, the ground was sunken, and there was continuous sputtering of thunder.

Equality King's pupils constricted.

As far as he could see, within a radius of three feet from Liu Shiyi, he was hit by thunder, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier enveloping his body, but it was only slightly dented, and it burst out with blazing sword qi like the thunder drum before, splitting the thunder backwards and shooting back.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were dark, and in an instant, they were bright.

The thunder in the sky, summoned by the four small drums, slashed on the top of Liu Shiyi's head, this is the pure power of heaven and earth, almost irresistible, especially on this kind of rainy day.

The gloomy man with his hands on the city wall suddenly thought of one thing-

Liu Shiyi's talisman.

Water Charm!

Not a drop of water sticks to your body!

The thunder law couldn't fall on Liu Shiyi's body, and after three feet, he was shattered by one clean sword qi after another, and countless thunderbolts gathered, and what smashed Liu Shiyi at this moment was not a grand thunder tribulation.

It is said that there is a sense of darkness between heaven and earth, if it is a ghost cultivator in southern Xinjiang who practices ghost arts, eats people's hearts and livers in the day, refines corpses and resurrects souls, and steals the sky.

But in fact, it is not the induction of heaven and earth, but those ghost cultivators ask for hardship, and the exercises practiced in southern Xinjiang tend to be gloomy, unable to see the light, nor can they see the thunder, whether they kill or not, as long as they practice this kind of exercises, even if they are a little ghost who has never been stained with blood, they must provoke the thunder law for no reason, and the five thunders will hit the top.

If it was not Liu Shiyi who was standing at the head of Rakshasa City at this moment, but a certain ghost cultivator of the Seven Realms in southern Xinjiang, I am afraid that he would have been wiped out.

However, the thunder in the sky was summoned by the scarlet magataya on the drum surface, and finally lasted for the small half-pillar incense.

Smoke rises.

King Ping's forehead was bulging, and he stared at the white-clothed figure in the smoke, who was uninjured and had not even lost a piece of his clothes, and his eyes were full of horror.

"How is that possible...... How is this possible?"

Liu Shiyi's hands are on both sides of the narrow scabbard of Qiang Mountain's long qi, and the four long swords of Qiang Mountain, "long raise Haoran Qi, quietly observe the wordless book", the way of walking is the most righteous and pure sword qi avenue between heaven and earth, thunder will not touch the body, and light will naturally surge.

The sword qi split the thunder, but it was just a thought, and it didn't even take much effort.

All things in the world are mutually reinforcing and mutually restrictive, which is the principle.

Liu Shiyi looked at the king of the city, sneered, and said, "The people in the underworld, how can they still thunder the law?"

Cold sweat could no longer stop oozing from King Equal's forehead, and he had vaguely guessed the origin of this long sword.

The people in the underworld are very similar to the ghost cultivators in southern Xinjiang, in the impression of the world.

But it's quite different.

The fact that people in the underworld never appear in the sun does not mean that they cannot stand in the sun.

The underworld is a powerful force that is allowed to exist in the hands of Taizong, and they live in the underground of the Great Sui Dynasty.

They can be a pork seller in the neighborhood during the day, a lady in a flower shop, or a little guy wiping water on the table in an inn...... They can be anyone before they make an assassination.

They can have a thousand faces.

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Nine hundred and ninety-nine of them were fake, just to hide the deadly sword.

There has never been a killer in the underworld, who will fight fairly, divide the winner and lose, and decide life and death.

Today's Rakshasa City is an exception.

......

......

And the long breath was stuck in the ground.

Liu Shiyi did not draw his sword.

He rested his hands on the hilt of his sword casually.

The thunder struck all around him, and three feet away, there were many more potholes on the ground, and the heavy rain fell down, and the large and small pits, which were steaming, splashed mud beads.

King Ping looked at the famous sword of Qiang Mountain called "Changqi".

He also looked at Liu Shiyi.

There was some confusion in his mind.

He knew very well that Liu Shiyi was not in a hurry to draw his sword, he was giving himself time to think.

So he clenched his fists hard, and there was a pinching pain in his palms, and King Ping bit the tip of his tongue, and under the stimulation of blood, his chaotic thoughts gradually became clear.......

There are four famous swords in Qiang Mountain, "Haoran", "Changqi", "Jingguan", and "Wuzi", which are said to be exempt from the erosion of "wind", "thunder", "water" and "fire".

Changqi is one of the four swords of Qiang Mountain.

The long qi is in Wang Yi's hands.

There is a lot of news in Tiandu, but he has a way to know the important news...... Not long ago, Wang Yi gambled on the sword and lost to a person, and lost Qiangshan to that person.

Living in Rakshasa City, it is impossible for Liu Shiyi to detect it...... The one who has the strongest perception technique in the world is the Thousand-Handed Star Monarch of Shu Mountain.

And that person......

King Ping stared at Liu Shiyi and said tiredly, "Ning Yi is your friend. ”

Liu Shiyi did not answer this question.

The King of Equality said slowly, "He healed your wounds and gave you this sword...... Also pointed the way by the way. ”

This time, Liu Shiyi spoke.

He nodded slowly, without denial.

"Yes. ”

The King of Equality said word by word, "But it is not fair. ”

Liu Shiyi raised his eyebrows.

He smiled, and suddenly felt that the spirit in his bones had been taken away in an instant, and he looked up and found that the rain was too heavy, and he couldn't see the scene outside the city, the crumbling ancient trees, the fallen leaves that fell on the ground washed away by the heavy rain, the frost grass that straightened his waist in early spring, and the countless pits on the ground, after the thunder flashed, only a scene was reflected—

One city, two people.

As the equal king of the ninth hall of the underworld, he knows a very simple truth.

He will always stand in the sun.

The game between the killer and the prey is like cat and mouse, but the difference is that the killer can also be the mouse, when he is noticed by the other party...... He became the prey.

The sky is full of fallen leaves, and it is pouring rain.

The King of Equality couldn't see Ning Yi.

He exhaled and said, "Liu Shiyi, if you want to pick your identity, I'll fight you like this...... I can't beat you. ”

Liu Shiyi said: "Not only can't you beat me, but you can't run away from me." ”

The ninth hall of the underworld suddenly smiled and asked a question: "Liu Shiyi, where is the person who showed you the way." ”

Liu Shiyi did not answer him.

"Change the question, show you the way...... Is it Ning Yi?" the King of Equality spoke again.

Liu Eleven still

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There was no answer.

"There are a lot of things to show the way, such as...... The talisman contains the power of Shushan's perception. The Equality King's voice was low, he narrowed his eyes, leaned down, locked his gaze on the "water avoidance", and said, "He has already found me, but if he came in person, how could I not find him?"

This answer was reached.

The King of Equality smiled.

He leaned back again, no longer in the posture that threatened to fall off the wall at any moment.

"Ning Yi didn't come at all. King Ping narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapped lightly on the city wall, and said slowly, "Your injuries are not healed, if he is really your friend, how can he let you take your injuries out of the city." ”

Liu Shiyi said lightly: "If you only have this means, then ...... I'm enough to kill you alone. ”

The King of Equality sighed.

"yes. ”

"Fair duels have never been our killer's forte. ”

King Ping stood at the head of the city, smiled and said, "Do you know why I chose to wait for you here?"

Liu Shiyi frowned.

"Because I know that you, Liu Shiyi, are not only a genius, but also a genius with an extremely high heart and arrogance. ”

King Ping's tone became indifferent, and he said, "You use me as a sharpening stone and use me to streamline your swordsmanship, I see it all in my eyes...... If you get out of the customs this time, the first thing you have to do is kill me. ”

"I've tried to assassinate you four times, but without success. The man on the head of the city wall, Mu Ran, said, "I won't try the fifth time...... I'll be waiting for you in Rakshasa City, and if you don't find me, I'll send you a message to come to me. ”

The whole ancient city began to tremble slightly.

Liu Shiyi had a delusion.

He looked up, and the heavy rain falling from the sky seemed to be stagnant at this moment, and the long and narrow raindrops, some of which were about to hit the city, the trunks, and the pits, were frozen for a moment at this moment.

Only for a moment.

In that ancient city, there are "things" digging into the ground.

Like an undulating dragon's back.

"Knock knock—"

The King of Equality laughed loudly.

He raised his hand, and the black sleeve robe was cut off into flying ashes, and he squeezed it violently, and his palm was smeared with thunder.

The ancient city behind him, thunder was ringing.

The thunder and drums in the sky fluttered and floated.

Not one, not four.

Rather, dozens, hundreds.

These thunder drums, from far to near, are vaguely like phantoms in the distant sky, forcing something to do.

The two dilapidated gates of the ancient city were instantly collapsed by the sword qi and black sand, and flew out upside down.

Liu Shiyi's pupils contracted, and he clenched his long qi suddenly, but what was coming was not the weak thunder summoned by Lei Yin.

At the head of the ancient city of Rakshasa, a majestic black gas gushed out, like a black tornado swept from the ground, and there was a thick sword qi in it!

It was the cold and evil aura of the ghost cultivators in Southern Xinjiang, wrapped in a hazy sword aura.

That sword qi is too magnificent, the king of equality can not control it, can only be wrapped in the evil qi scattered by the ancient city of Rakshasa , he visited many hiding places, only this "ancient city", when he first came here, he found the traces of the fierce battle of the two great cultivators, this ancient city is extremely closed, and the sword qi and evil qi have not dissipated.

Drum of thunder to drive away evil spirits.

Wrap the sword qi with evil qi.

In the sky above the rakshasa, the heart-rending voice of the King of Equality, with anger and catharsis, resounded in the thunder—

"Liu Shiyi, take me this kill!"

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