Su Zimo didn't recognize the black-clothed swordsman.

I don't understand why this person wants to help him.

But in the body of the black-clothed swordsman, he had felt an aura of extreme danger!

Fang Cai's sword also confirmed his feelings.

That sword was too fast.

Tianjiao of the Heaven Intercepting Sword Sect didn't even have a chance to release the vision of Jindan, so he died on the spot!

"Where did you come from!"

"Hmph! It's the helper of this beast on Shenhuang Island, maybe it's also a beast, and everyone will be punished!"

Some monks were clumsy, and when they saw that the black-clothed swordsman did not have any identity token on his waist, he thought that a loose cultivator who did not know whether he was alive or dead came out of nowhere, and scolded him one after another.

Seeing that Su Zimo was about to fall, maybe how many treasures would be born, and the eyes of all the heavens were red, how could they stop there.

"Let's go together, what kind of wind and waves can this person make!"

A monk greeted and struck first.

If there is a first man, there will be a second.

More and more monks are coming forward.

In an instant, the spiritual power surged, and sword lights crossed the void, dazzling, like ten thousand arrows, stabbing towards the black-clothed swordsman on the battlefield!

The black-clothed swordsman's right hand, seemingly moving slowly, landed on the pitch-black hilt on the left-hand side.

At the moment when the black-clothed swordsman's right hand held the hilt, the black-clothed swordsman's entire aura changed suddenly!

The originally sloppy gaze suddenly condensed, like two sharp swords.

The monk who shot looked at these two gazes, and they were all shocked.

Several monks screamed and quickly closed their eyes.

It's just a pity that it's too late.

In the eyes of these monks, two strands of scarlet blood flowed out, terrifying!

Just one glance at each other, the eyes of several people are already blind!

"What a powerful eyesight!"

Su Zimo's heart sank.

He cultivated the Great Wilderness Demon King Secret Codex, and he had already opened up the two eyes and cultivated a pair of demon eyes, with powerful eyesight.

Even the angry eyes of the King Kong Temple of the Buddha Gate and the charming eyes of the Demon Gate Su Nu Sect could not shake his mind.

But just by virtue of a pair of eyes, such a terrifying killing power erupted, and Su Zimo's demon eyes couldn't reach it.

Su Zimo secretly said: "I really don't know how this person cultivates, and he actually cultivates such a pair of terrifying sword eyes. ”

The eyes of the black-clothed swordsman are always empty and blank, his gaze is scattered, and he looks listless.

But the moment he held the long sword, no one could ignore the murderous intent on his body and the sharpness in his eyes!

Airplanes!

A sword roared through the heavens and the earth.

Fang Cai's stunning sword light resurfaced, blazing and dazzling.

Jingle Bell!

There was a burst of jingo fighting.

The many flying swords stabbed in mid-air were all broken.

The sword light was fleeting.

These monks who shot fell from mid-air one after another, and none of them were spared!

When it fell to the ground, it was already a corpse!

Even if he had been prepared, among the Northern Regions Tianjiao present, not many people could see the black-clothed swordsman's move.

When Zhong Tianjiao reacted, the long sword was already in its sheath.

The black-clothed swordsman's right hand returned to the side of his body, hanging down naturally, as if he had never made a move.

From beginning to end, the black-clothed swordsman was expressionless.

It seems that the deaths of more than a dozen Jindan real people can't arouse his mood swings, even the slightest.

Deathly silence!

No one expected that in this Tianjiao battle, after the appearance of the Divine Phoenix Island Demon, Xi Wuya and others, there was actually such a terrifying monk who never made a move!

Who can resist such a terrifying existence?

"Dugu Jian, you're crazy!"

Tuoba Feng glared and shouted angrily.

Dugu Sword!

Hearing this name, Su Zimo's heart suddenly changed.

There are not many monks with this surname in the Northern Regions.

Among them, the most famous is Dugu, one of the four major valves.

It's just that the monk in front of him, called 'Dugu Sword', is really too different from Tuoba Feng and the others.

There is no identity token on his waist, not to mention that he came on foot, and there is no clansman with him!

In Dugu Jian's body, Su Zimo felt a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness, something that was incompatible with this world.

It seems that except for the sword, there is nothing else in the world of Dugu Sword.

There is nothing but the sword!

Only with such a state of mind can you cultivate such a pair of sharp sword eyes, and can you cultivate such a terrifying and killing sword technique!

"Dugu Jian, this Shenhuang Island demon is a beast, not my race, you want to represent the Dugu clan and stand on his side?"

"I am me, what does it have to do with the Dugu clan?"

Dugu Jian's voice was calm, and he turned his head to look at Ouyang Xiayu.

He was still expressionless, but his empty gaze seemed to reveal a kind of irony.

sarcastically Ouyang Xiayu, he doesn't even understand such a simple question.

I am who I am, what do I have to do with others?

Ouyang Xiayu was speechless for a while.

Murong Wushuang frowned lightly, looked at Dugu Jian not far away, and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"I can't get used to it. ”

Dugu Jian said lightly.

Most of the Northern Regions Tianjiao were confused.

Who can't you get used to?

Who provoked him again?

Only Murong Wushuang's expression was complicated, and he sighed lightly in his heart.

Murong Wushuang knew what hardships Dugu Jian had experienced, and he also understood the pride in this man's heart.

Su Zimo's current experience must have resonated with this man.

He was also abandoned by this world.

Spurned by countless people, besieged by countless people, bullied by countless people, and abused by countless people!

At that time, no one helped him, no one stood by his side.

This man, completely relying on the sword in his hand, step by step, has come to this day!

He is withdrawn, not because he hates the world.

It's because the world once abandoned him.

Always by his side, the only thing that never abandoned him was the black-sheathed long sword in his hand!

Therefore, if he can't get used to it, he will take action.

Not to mention that he is an enemy of the entire Northern Regions, or an enemy of the world, he is also fearless!

Su Zimo didn't move.

This is a rare opportunity, and he must recover as much strength as possible to escape from this place.

Xi Wuyan fell, and in the ruins of Daqian, there was no one who could threaten him.

But Su Zimo can still feel that the crisis is getting closer and closer!

Demand immediate action!

The masked man of the Liuli Palace seemed to see Su Zimo's intentions and walked over slowly.

"The people of the Lonely Clan are already so arrogant. ”

The masked man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been hit badly, like a cracked bellows.

"Get out of here, or die!"

The masked man's eyes were cold, full of resentment, and he stared at the lonely sword and said slowly.

Dugu Jian's face was expressionless, he didn't say a word, just looked sideways slightly, his right hand moved slowly, and landed on the pitch-black hilt on the left hand side.

"Huh?"

The masked man's eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, his hairs stood on end!

Airplanes!

A flash of swordlight!

The lonely sword didn't speak, only responded with the long sword in his hand!