Just when the two were dying.

I could only hear Mr. Song's voice in my ears.

"Slash!"

I saw a golden sword shadow crossing, as thin as a cicada's wings, the sword shadow fluttered lightly, giving people a sense of sharpness, and instantly brushed Yin San's neck, at first there was only a faint blood mark, and after a while, blood gushed out.

Yin San's head rolled off his shoulders and fell to his feet along with the bow and arrow in his hand, an expression of disbelief froze on his face.

Ning Shu saw it clearly, different from the heaviness of the earthy yellow long sword, the golden light was a small golden sword, light and full of edge.

A small, dark golden sword hovered in the air.

The next moment, it appeared next to the black-robed man's face, and the black-robed man reacted quickly and retreated smartly and strangely, even so, the dark gold sword still broke a bloody hole on his face.

The next moment, the golden sword appeared in Mr. Song's hand.

The black-robed man recalled the three soul chasing bells, touched the wound on his face with his hand, looked at the blood on his hand, put it to his mouth and licked it, and then said slowly: "I really didn't expect that you actually cultivated the second kind of Dharma intent, such a talent, if you don't get rid of you today, who else can suppress you in the future." ”

Mr. Song didn't speak, his face was a little pale, his hands trembled slightly, an earthy yellow long sword was suspended by his side, and a dark golden short sword was held in his palm, showing a momentum of attacking and defending.

He knew in his heart that although he had cultivated the second Dharma intention with his own talent and adventures, he had not broken through to the realm of the past, and compared with the half-step dream of knowing the dream, there was still a gap after all, and the gap in it was not something that could be made up by cultivating a lot of Dharma Will. In the battle just now, he consumed too much, but he only left a little wound on the opponent's body, and the difficulty of killing the opponent can be imagined.

"If you let your second Dharma intention be cultivated to the fullest, how can you be as passive as you are now. Mr. Song thought to himself.

Ning Shu on the side looked at the three soul chasing bells of the black-robed man, and he was also silently calculating in his heart.

"Yes, it only takes three bells to break through the defenses to create a chance to kill. ”

Both thought at the same time.

But how could the defense of a cultivator of the level of half-step dream know be so easily broken.

The black-robed man did not rush to attack, his eyes swept over the corpse on the ground that was beheaded by the golden sword, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. As far as the eye could see, the temperature plummeted, and even the black flames around him burned with a piercing chill.

The original plan was very simple, just kill the last three people in front of you, but I didn't expect to lose one of my subordinates in a moment of carelessness.

Except for death.

He couldn't think of how to deal with the anger of adults.

Unless he carries the bodies of the three people in front of him, perhaps he can atone for his sins.

"You deserve to die. ”

I saw that his wrist was flipped, and a fan appeared in his palm, the handle and frame of the fan were made of white bone, and the joints on it were clearly visible, I don't know what kind of biological bones were made of.

"Demons are outside. ”

Mr. Song raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

As if he understood, the small golden sword buzzed, trembling with the surrounding golden iron weapons, turning into a ray of light that tore through the air and flew towards the black-robed man.

It's like a golden lightning bolt, unable to judge the trajectory, as if heading towards the door, but as if it will appear in the back of the mind in the next moment.

From Ning Shu's point of view, the black-robed man was surrounded by golden light, but he was unable to break through due to the black flames carried by the three soul chasing bells.

It's still the most critical issue.

How to break through the black-robed man's defenses?

The shadow of the sword intersected with the black flame, and the original unmoved earthy yellow long sword made a sheathed sound, and it became larger in the air. I saw Mr. Song's lips moving slightly, reading something, Ning Shu couldn't really hear it, but he had a familiar feeling.

In addition to the sense of heaviness that the earthy yellow long sword carried at the beginning, with Mr. Song's behavior, it slowly derived a majestic righteousness, which was upright.

This is a scholarly anger that Ning Shu is all too familiar with, but it is not elegant and easy-going, but a kind of grandeur that retreats from all evils.

As soon as this sword came out, the soul chasing bell and the white bone fan brought about the wailing sound of the soul suddenly disappeared, and the original gloomy atmosphere of the entire scene was instantly cleared.

Evil does not prevail over good.

This has been a law in people's hearts since ancient times.

The expression of the man in black changed at this time, and his originally indifferent and casual face began to become shocked.

Lost voice.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Where's the apprenticeship?"

"Who taught you the Taifu Confucian Haoran Qi!?"

At the end of the question, they were a little silent, and their originally cold voices became hoarse, as if they had been greatly shocked.

"I dropped out of school halfway, only learned a little skin, and didn't dare to call myself a student of Taifu. ”

Mr. Song spoke calmly, but his eyes did not dare to slack off.

He stretched out his right hand and swung it downward, and the earthy yellow giant sword in the air slashed down like a mountain and a sea, and unlike the golden short sword, the earthy yellow giant sword carried a mighty qi like cutting tofu and broke through the black flames, and the black flames let out a howl like a ghost cry.

The black-robed man's pupils shrank, and his left hand raised a white bone fan to meet him, turning into a humanoid white bone with bone wings and horns on his head to resist, and the two collided fiercely, making a heart-palpitating sound.

Eventually, the skeleton of the unknown humanoid creature shattered under the sword, the white bone fan was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and the black-robed man's originally pale face became even paler, and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, well, Taifu really lives up to its reputation, but what if you are from Taifu? You will definitely die here today, and no one can save you. The black-robed man said grimly.

Mr. Song was silent for a moment, withdrew his two swords, and sighed softly: "As long as I kill you, it's enough, and I haven't crossed the border to challenge." ”

Although the tone was light, it reached the ears of everyone present.

For the current situation, Ning Shu and Tie Kunlun couldn't get involved at all, Tie Kunlun was extremely injured under Yin San's arrow before, let alone stepped forward to help, I just hoped that Mr. Song would win the black-robed man.

Now the situation has improved slightly, when the Haoran sword did not come out before, the black-robed man had the upper hand by virtue of his realm advantage, and then Haoran sword qi restrained the soul chasing bell and broke the white bone fan, and then the two returned to the same level.

Today is destined to fight to the death, Mr. Song is a kind of worried, listening to what the man in the black robe said, he is just doing things for others.

How powerful should the person behind him be, to make a half-step dream-knowing cultivator work for him.

It's not always an option to drag it out like this.

He was a little anxious in his heart, and he wanted to fight quickly, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

"Ahem"

Mr. Song suddenly coughed, and after reaching out to wipe it, black blood dripped.

Only he himself knew that his second meaning of Xuanjin had not been completed, and he would resist the enemy while still in his recuperation. The black flame attached to the opponent's soul chasing bell has the function of polluting the spirituality of the magic weapon, and the golden sword transformed into the meaning of Xuanjin is closely related to itself, and it is a loss.

He glanced at Ning Shu and Tie Kunlun who were standing in the distance, and thought that he had just agreed to Tie Kunlun's cargo transportation to Los Angeles yesterday and let him take a long vacation and let him go to the north where he wanted to go. By the way, I also gave myself a long vacation, maybe I would stop there, and after finding my parents, I settled in Los Angeles and lived an ordinary life.

I don't know if my parents are still alive, if they are not, I will go to the north with Tie Kunlun to see the scenery of the prairie, and take a look at the vast sky and wilderness recorded in the book, the wind blows the grass and the grass is low, and the cattle and sheep are vast.

Ning Shu's child is also going to Taifu for further study, maybe he can help him, find a chance to go back and have a look, I don't know if the gentlemen who once praised his talent are still there.

If the gentlemen see the Haoran Qi and the Xuanjin Xuantu Intention that they have cultivated, they should be proud of themselves.

I can't die.

As soon as he thought of this, he took a deep breath, and the fierce Xuanjin intent and the heavy Xuantu intent tumbled violently, and his robe hunted with the flow of air.

"Do you want to fight to the death?" the black-robed man sneered.

"The soul flame attached to the soul chasing bell is not only as simple as the spirituality of the magic weapon of the defilement, as long as it is stained with a little, it can burn the soul, ordinary monks are afraid of being contaminated with a little bit, you actually dare to directly collide with the sword condensed by the magic will, it is really unbelievable. ”

Mr. Song was unmoved when he heard this, and pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the decisiveness in the sword remained unchanged.

Without warning, no one saw how he moved, only to see a flash of earthy yellow light, and Mr. Song's body appeared in front of the soul chasing bell, his hands glowing with earthy yellow light, and shot towards the soul chasing bell. Risking one's life is to disrupt the defensive field of the Soul Chasing Bell, so that the golden short sword can kill the enemy at close range.

It is a method of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

If you're not careful, the result will be reversed.

The white bone fan had been damaged, and the black-robed man had lost his attack weapon, and could only attack with a black short knife in his hand, but the effect was much worse.

The black short knife drew black air currents in the air, blocking the speed of the two swords, and under the collision, a wave of qi spread out between Mr. Song and the black-robed man, overturning the corpses on the ground, and also overturning Ning Shu and Tie Kunlun who were standing on the side.

The two people in the center of the qi wave formed a confrontation, Mr. Song's robe was already stained red with blood, and the two swords in the air were entangled with the three soul chasing bells, and they were deadlocked. The black-robed man hung one arm to the side, and when he didn't pay attention, he showed his flaws, and was injured by the Xuanjin Sword Qi and lost his ability to move.

Between offense and defense, both sides lose.

Chill

Both are buying time for themselves.

It's about who regains mobility first.

Even if it's an attack.

Just when the two were deadlocked, Ning Shu didn't know when he picked up the black longbow of Yin San on the ground, stepped on the ground with both feet, stretched out his bow and arrows, and aimed at the black-robed man.

With the bow and arrow skills he learned in Heian Castle and the city defense army.

He pulled the bowstring with all his might, like a pitch-black crescent, the wings of the arrow's tail trembled, and the middle and index fingers of his right hand loosened slightly.

The bowstring is shaking.

Aim for the target.

An arrow is fired.

Bring up an afterimage, like lightning.

It didn't hit the black-robed man.

Because the target wasn't him.

The pitch-black arrows shimmered with a shimmering light, and there was a crisp clink.

Accurately hit a bell on the head of the black-robed man.

And it managed to shift it a little bit in direction.

Flaws emerge suddenly.

"How dare an ant do this!" the black-robed man roared.

The black-robed man threw the short black knife in his hand vigorously.

At the same time.

Mr. Song held a small golden sword condensed by the meaning of Xuanjin and pierced his left chest.

Only when the sword is in the hand can you kill.

The sharp sword qi shattered his heart in an instant, and the black-robed man spurted blood from his mouth, and fell down with his eyes open, his face full of incredulity.

He was actually killed by a mortal who couldn't even look at it with his own eyes.

The black short knife went straight to Ning Shu with black flames.

"Mr. Ning, be careful. Tie Kunlun reacted quickly, dragging the injured leg from the ground in front of Ning Shu, the black short knife passed through Tie Kunlun's chest, and also passed through Ning Shu's left chest, and finally settled on the wall behind, and the blade flowed with the blood of the two people.

A half-step dream killer blow.

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