"I don't know what I can do, and I dare to take action against me?"

"Go, take his head off. The man in the carriage commanded.

The man next to the carriage answered, stepped forward with one foot, and a crack exploded on the ground, and the gravel flew, but there was no spell fluctuation, and the crack continued in front of Mr. Song, Mr. Song waved his sword to block, the sword body trembled, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, which offset the menacing power.

The man under the carriage had caused such a violent and domineering impact with his simple physical strength.

Mr. Song coughed incessantly, and the blood dripped on the sword, but it did not slip, but melted in, gradually forming a blood line in the sword.

"Body cultivator!?"

"You're from the military?"

"The soldiers of the Divine Dynasty should take it as their duty to protect their families and defend the country, are you worthy of being a human race in doing this?" Mr. Song said angrily and shocked, and also said to the people in the carriage.

The man didn't answer, but held an iron spear in his hand, the tip of which slashed across the ground, sporadic sparks, and walked towards Mr. Song.

Calm and powerful.

The man raised his hand and stabbed it out, Mr. Song raised his sword to block, only to see the wrist of the gun bearer shake, the gun head rebounded, and a huge force came, and the earthy yellow long sword in his hand was about to fly out.

A fine light flashed in the eyes of the gun-wielder, and he didn't speak, his waist and legs rose and fell, as if he was riding a war horse, wielding a spear, like a poisonous snake swallowing the core, covering a wide area, temples, eyes, throat, heart, and lower abdomen, and stabbing at Mr. Song's vital point.

At the moment of life and death, Mr. Song stimulated the full potential of his body, and a cloud of earthy yellow condensed under his feet, calling the word "escape" in his mouth, the yellow cloud flashed, disappeared from the spot, and appeared five meters away in the next second, and at the same time, a golden sword light slashed towards the right neck of the gun holder.

A sword is a decapitation.

The gunman was not annoyed when he missed the blow, but turned to his waist, shook a spear in his right hand, turned his spear into a club, and whipped it on the golden sword that was about to pierce the neck.

The meaning of Xuanjin is meant to be sharp, and I don't know what kind of metal this spear head is made of, it can actually block the breath of Xuanjin, and only a little trace is left.

Mr. Song knew very well in his heart that the other party was a physical cultivator, and he must not be allowed to get close.

Cultivators are mainly based on the Dharma, if it is not for the great supernatural powers who have cultivated to the Five Realms, any other low-level cultivators who encounter physical cultivation in the same realm will only seek death in hand-to-hand combat, which is also the main reason why the army of the Divine Dynasty can make the cultivators who are high in the hearts of mortals rein in their edge.

It is rumored that in the early years, after the Emperor Taizu of the Divine Dynasty broke the alien race, he collected the body refining methods of various foreign races, rearranged them and added their own perceptions, and created a unique body refining method for the human race, which was passed on to the three armies. It is said that those who have cultivated to the great perfection can compete with the dragon elephant in their strength, and they are not weaker than the great supernatural powers of the five realms.

He instantly weighed the current situation, such an open terrain was very unfavorable for himself, not to mention that there was the black carriage in the distance, the person in the carriage was only strong and not weak, and he would never let him leave.

And there was a man in the house behind him.

He had to make sure the man in the black carriage was not suspicious.

So, he can't retreat.

"Up"

Mr. Song almost gritted his teeth and pronounced this word, the aura of Xuanjin around him was boiling and rolling, and the golden sword gradually became longer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the gunman stabbed at him, bringing a gust of wind.

The sword trick in his left hand was slashed, and the Xuanjin sword stabbed out, changing direction the moment the spear heads collided.

"Click. ”

As if cutting gold and breaking jade, the entire body of the gun was shattered into powder, and the gun bearer turned back when he saw this, and at the same time kicked the head of the gun in the air with his right foot, and the black head of the gun rushed towards Mr. Song with a murderous aura, so fast that Mr. Song did not have time to control the Xuantu Sword to resist.

A terrifying wound was cut on the left shoulder in an instant, but the blood gushing out still did not fall to the ground, but showed a state of blood mist like before, and all of it melted into the Xuanjin Sword.

The Xuanjin Sword made a soft buzzing sound after absorbing Mr. Song's blood mist, with a little wail in the excitement, and the sharp momentum was even stronger, and the speed was faster.

"Yikes. ”

There was an enthusiastic exclamation from the carriage.

"It's a little interesting, is it actually trying to sacrifice the law with blood in order to break through the realm?"

The gunman lost his weapon, a trace of annoyance appeared in his eyes, and he looked at the two swords on the opposite side, one yellow and one white, with a solemn expression.

I saw him kick his feet, like a fierce beast, blasted away his swords with one fist, and slashed towards the top of Mr. Song's head with the wind in one palm, wanting to kill the personality in front of him under his palm.

At the moment when he was about to meet him, Mr. Song's aura suddenly skyrocketed, and a more mellow Xuantu Dharma spirit spread.

The gunman screamed as if he had hit a mountain, and flew straight towards the carriage.

"Hmph. ”

There seemed to be an invisible hand in the carriage, and the gunman who was supposed to crash into the carriage changed the direction of flight according to the trajectory, and fell into the grass on the side, blood gushing up and down his body.

"I actually took the opportunity to break through to the realm of knowing dreams, and it is not too much to praise the wealth of heaven. "The people inside the carriage had some appreciation.

Mr. Song didn't answer, he protected himself with the Xuantu Intention, the earthy yellow Dharma Intention enveloped his body, and the sand and stones of the ground under his feet rose into the air together, pinching the sword trick in his hand, the Xuanjin Intention surged, and all the metal objects around him shook, turning into a small metal sword and following behind the white long sword.

The black carriage was unmoved.

He stood on the earthy yellow long sword, the clothes on his body rose and fell with the meaning of the law, his eyes were resolute and indomitable, and the original scholarly anger was sharp.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to Taifu for twenty years, when he was holding a wooden sword and staring at the students in the audience, for a while, no one dared to go on stage to fight him.

And just as it is today.

His hands condensed the majestic qi, holding the Xuanjin long sword in his hand, with countless silver-white small swords, stabbing towards the carriage with a swooping momentum, as if he himself had turned into a sword, like a sword river composed of swords, rushing down.

The air around him seemed to be on fire, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted by the wind, revealing the man inside.

He was dressed in a black robe with gold thread embroidered with moire, and pale gold leather boots, which was extremely majestic.

A flash of shock flashed in Mr. Song's eyes.

"Bell"

"Bell"

"Bell"

The man in the carriage leaned against the window, looking a little sleepy, his index finger casually tapping on the window frame.

Understatement of action.

There is a sound of hammering metal.

Knocked three times in a row, and with each knock, Mr. Song's downward sword impact slowed down a minute.

After two sounds, Mr. Song seemed to stop in mid-air.

After the third sound, Mr. Song's whole body was shattered, and the whole person flew out upside down and hit the tree fiercely, and the indomitable momentum suddenly dissipated.

There was regret in his eyes, as if he knew that the result would be so.

"What if you break through your dreams? The old guy fancied for a genius is nothing more than that. ”

The carriage turned around and went away, and there was a faint phrase as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Song didn't hear the words, he couldn't hear any sound anymore, and his consciousness began to gradually dissipate.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he saw his body trembling, supported by the broken sword, twisting his body with his last breath, changing the whole person in a different direction, looking ahead, his hands hanging down, and a touch of relief in his eyes.

That's the direction of Los Angeles.

.......

.......

After a long time, when Ning Shu stumbled out of the house, the man under the tree had been dead for a long time.

The sky began to rain, a young man with blood stains on his clothes dug a pit with his bare hands, I don't know how long it took to dig out a space that could accommodate a person, he struggled to drag a corpse into the pit, Mr. Song's clenched right hand was released at this time, and a dark gold wrench fell out of his hand, the young man held it in his hand, looked at it in a daze, and there were two words engraved on the wrench.

"Autumn Rain"

It turns out that his name is Song Qiuyu.