Click!

The old ginger-headed long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the snow bright sword light was domineering and fierce, connecting into one piece, reflecting the white face of the woman under the black hood.

"This kind of power, what kind of sword technique is this? He has reached this level in just a few years!?"

Moon Shadow Sanren was horrified, and he couldn't even escape the shroud of the snow light sword light after retreating several times, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth fiercely, and the short knife in his hand reversed from the bottom to the top, stabbing into the sword light obliquely like lightning.

Rumble!

Gu Juan covered his ears violently, he didn't expect that just the collision between swords could make a thunderous sound.

A figure flew out upside down, breaking two small trees the size of a bowl and slamming into the ground.

"Why did you suddenly become so powerful?" Moon Shadow vomited blood, struggling several times before he could get up.

"You've been teaching for many years, have you heard a story about that stone tablet?"

Jiang Jiujian was unscathed, and walked in front of the Moon Shadow Scatterer step by step, suddenly revealing a cold smile, "The old man is very curious, how did you find me...... Forget it, I'll go to the sect leader to find out this problem, so I don't have to trouble you with Moon Shadow. ”

"Stele, you mean that stele? No, I ......"

The Moon Shadow Scatterer screamed in horror, but it stopped abruptly, and blood gushed happily from his neck, rising more than a meter high.

Jiang Jiujian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and turned to look at the people in the dart game.

"I just killed the Shura Sect Moon Shadow Sanren, which makes me feel a little complicated...... In this way, for the sake of fishing rice in a pot for so many years, I can choose a more pleasant way to die for you. ”

Although Gu Juan didn't find any records about the Moon Shadow Scattered People in the scattered memory fragments, he knew a little about the Shura Sect.

In the fragments of memory, the Shura Sect is a Jianghu organization hidden in the dark, and its actions are extremely secretive, and it is rarely exposed to outsiders......

However, with such a Jianghu organization, how could it suddenly come to the trouble of looking for the dart game, there should be no eight poles between the two.

What's even more terrifying is that the Moon Shadow Sanren, who should be very powerful just by hearing the name, was killed by the cowardly and honest old ginger head in the dart game, and even his head was cut off.

Gu Juan felt cold, and suddenly found that the silence around him was a little excessive, and the few executioners who were also hiding around him suddenly became silent.

Well!?

A strange smell.

Gu Juan sniffed, and suddenly asked a strange question at this fateful time, "Old Jiang, is the tiger you said before true?"

Old Jiang Tou narrowed his eyes a little, "That's true." ”

Gu Juan sighed, "Even a master like you can't beat it?"

"At that time, I didn't want to reveal my identity, otherwise I would have already taken the tiger whip and tiger bones to drink. Jiang Jiujian smiled, the long sword in his hand flashed, and when it fell again, it already brought a large amount of blood flowers.

Gu Juan didn't see the movement on the other side at all, so he felt a heat on his face and touched the blood on his hand.

Poof!

Two tiger carcasses fell to the ground, their limbs still twitching slightly.

This is the invulnerable white tiger that the old ginger said? It's a little too inferior.

Solving the white tiger with one sword, Jiang Jiujian was like an old farmer who had just finished cleaning up his crops, and walked towards Gu Ju leisurely.

Gu Juan smiled bitterly and clenched the short spear in his hand.

Explosions, crossings, serious injuries, and the continuous situation completely aroused the violent emotions in his heart, and it was just a big deal to fight to the death.

Call......

The wind is blowing.

The leaves rattled with a faint smell of fishiness in between.

Jiang Jiujian suddenly stopped approaching and looked over with a puzzled expression.

Roar!

A white shadow whistled from the darkness, and in an instant the wind blew violently, flying sand and rocks.

"Evil animals are looking for death, Qiankun swordsmanship!"

Jiang Jiujian shouted violently, and the sword was flourishing, forming a curtain of light, and he greeted him without dodging or dodging.

Boom!

Gu Juan was hit in the chest by a flying branch, and suddenly flew out in front of him black, and after landing, he rolled out more than ten meters away with a tumbling belt before finally hitting a mountain rock and stopping.

Not far away, the sound of tiger roars and crashes were connected, and it took more than a dozen breaths before falling silent again.

Gu Juan sat up stiffly, and suddenly felt that the top of his head darkened, and when he looked up, he only saw a pair of eyes on the head of the old ginger, which exuded a gloomy light in the setting sun.

Are you going to die again?

Gu Juan was weak, so he could only smile bitterly and close his eyes.

Burst!

It was the sound of a sharp blade entering the body and blood splattering.

But he strangely didn't feel any pain.

Could it be that this old fellow's sword is already close to this point?

Tick!

It's raining.

Fine raindrops dripped down from above, stuck on Gu Juan's face, and slid into his mouth.

The rich smell of blood rushed straight to his head, and Gu Juan opened his eyes with some confusion, wiped the liquid on his face, and the bright red of his hand.

The next moment, he suddenly discovered something even stranger.

What about the head of the old ginger head?

Three swords slashed the Moon Shadow Sanren, killed the white-haired big insect with one sword, and hit the second bigger tiger until the tree broke and the rock collapsed, subverting his perception of the martial artist, Jiang Jiujian died?

Just three seconds ago, the old ginger head was still sneering gloomily in front of him, and the result was that he closed his eyes and turned into a headless old man?

From the memory fragments, Gu Juan knew that the easiest way to divide the level of martial artists in this world is to have two boundaries, one is to see if there is any cultivation of internal breath, that is, true qi, and second, whether the true qi can be released externally, and how powerful the external release is.

This is also the most important basis for distinguishing ordinary practitioners, masters, and grandmaster-level masters.

As for the various realm titles that sound mysterious and mysterious, there is no such thing, it really depends on the strength of the two people, first, please follow the above two boundaries to make a rough score first, and second, let them do it once, whoever wins will be powerful.

So, the old ginger head, who has obviously reached the level of true qi release, is a powerful person who is a master of the grandmaster, and he is so confused and has no head?

It's really a surprising thing.

Gu Juan raised the short gun in his hand and poked it forward gently.

The upright corpse fell to the ground with a dull sound.

A thin volume fell out of Old Jiang's arms and landed right at Gu Juan's feet.

He had just picked up the scroll, and before he could look closely, he noticed two people walking out of the shadow of the tree behind the old ginger head.

It was two executioners, one of them was dragging a thick-backed machete upside down, and the other was carrying Jiang Jiujian's head in his hand, dripping with dirty blood.

"Thanks to the help of the two brothers, otherwise I would have died under the sword of the old ginger. ”

Seeing the appearance of familiar faces, Gu Juan's heart lightened, and he let out a long breath, and according to the action in the memory fragment, he hugged his fists and saluted.

The two runners were expressionless and took a step forward at the same time.

Well!?

Gu Ju's heart moved, and he flew back a few steps, and a layer of fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

These two people are really weird.

Their faces were bloodless as if they were powdered, their eyes were unfocused, and more importantly, they couldn't feel the breath of a living person, like two stiff corpses that could walk.