The rain fell silently.

The torches that fell to the ground were not extinguished, and even the clothes on the corpses on the ground were set on fire, as well as the dead branches and leaves.

The light of the burning fire illuminates this ruin like a hell on earth.

The puppet martial artist waved the long knife in his hand, and laughed angrily: "Rampant enough! I just hope you don't kneel down and kowtow and beg for mercy later!"

The puppet warrior suddenly moved, and the giant blade in his hand split the rain in the air, and the cold rain pulled a crystal clear ribbon of water along the blade.

Ning Baifeng was attacking with a martial artist in front of him at the moment, a rickety swordsman assassinating him behind him, and secretly there was a spirit master from the ground who was ready to launch a fatal blow at any time, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was under siege.

But he did not take a defensive position, but his momentum suddenly rose, not retreating but advancing, and with a wrong step, he had already dodged forward, and the swimming staff in his hand was like a dragon out of the sea, stabbing directly into the slashing saber that came from the head.

It's still a bang.

The sword light exploded, and the mist dissipated.

The giant blade was held up by the short staff, and froze in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

After Ning Baifeng blocked the blow, a dodge appeared on the side of the puppet martial artist like a ghost, and smashed a cane across the tall puppet's right leg.

Intercepting the ground, a staff sweeping the mountains will also be broken into two.

The martial artist who was in the puppet armor only felt a tingling pain in his heart, and his right leg knelt heavily on the ground uncontrollably, and his heart was terrified, the defense of the puppet armor was useless!

The puppet warrior stood on the ground with his sword, steadied himself on one knee, and turned his head to look at his side.

The turquoise staff swept again, this time hitting the golem's waist.

Although the puppet warrior tried very hard to dodge, the puppet itself was large in size, and it was impossible to completely avoid it, and the disadvantage of the large size and slow speed of the puppet armor was vividly reflected at this moment.

There was a sharp pain again from the place where the short staff hit, and although the staff did not hit the vertebrae, but with such a ferocious force through the puppet armor, Takeo was sure that the kidney in his body had definitely ruptured.

The puppet warrior was furious and blood splattered five steps, and after the puppet warrior resisted this blow, his heart was ruthless, and his entire huge body rolled to the left, and the war knife in his right hand slashed upward, intending to cut the white-clothed young man in two with one sword.

Ning Baifeng had already expected it, stomped his right foot, and immediately dodged and retreated.

At the same time, the chill hit behind him, and Ning Baifeng didn't turn his head back, and directly threw out the short sword in his left hand.

A clinking sound of fine iron clashing sounded.

Two short swords chased each other in the air.

When the puppet warrior saw this scene, he was furious and said, "Old ghost, what are you doing!"

The old swordsman who was standing in the distance said with a gloomy face: "Misjudgment, this kid is not an ordinary qi practitioner, he is a swordsman, my short sword was robbed by him, you be careful!"

The reason why he said you instead of you was to remind his fellow Earth Spirit Master who was hiding in the shadows.

The short sword used by the swordsman to control the sword is different from the treasure of the flying sword, even if the flying sword is only rough, after being trapped and seized by others, as long as the refining mark of the original owner on it cannot be destroyed instantly, the thing is still controlled by the owner of the flying sword, but the short swords used in swordsmanship are different, these short swords have not been refined, and they are caught by people who are also good at swordsmanship, as long as the sword qi is enough, they can be used immediately, and even the master of the short sword can die under his own sword.

Ning Baifeng knew this when he learned the sword control technique, so after seeing the short sword of the old swordsman, he didn't panic at all.

However, the puppet Takeo was a little panicked.

The short sword that helped him out of his predicament was stopped, and the young man in white rushed towards him again.

Takefu didn't dare to let himself be hit again, the giant knife in his hand slashed horizontally, slashed at the short staff that smashed on the head, and the moment the white-clothed youth was repulsed, his right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and the entire huge puppet body slid out on the muddy ground, and the rain-soaked ground instantly pulled out a ravine.

However, the young man in white, who was shaken back, rushed again at a faster speed, and the short staff in his hand struck the puppet on the head and face, like beating the water dog.

The puppet lying on the ground strives

wanted to fight back and dodge, but he was still constantly hit by a short staff, arms, shoulders, chest and abdomen, head, and there was a sharp pain all over his body, and Takefu, who was in a puppet, had already vomited blood in his mouth, and even blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and the people outside could not see the miserable situation of Takefu, but he himself knew very well that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely die.

The martial artist who has been in charge of attacking and fighting for so many years has never been so afraid of hand-to-hand combat as he is today, and the iron-clad puppet armor is like paper paste in front of this white-clothed young man, and there is no defense at all.

The puppet warrior shouted in a miserable and hoarse voice, "Shoot!"

The old swordsman who was in the distance no longer hesitated, pulled out the long sword on his back with his right hand, and rushed over in the blink of an eye, facing the white-clothed young man with a sword in his chest.

didn't make a move before, in addition to the fact that the young man in white attacked too fast, the other reason was the cooperative positioning between the three of them, the martial artist fought in close quarters, competed with the enemy to consume, dragged the opponent to the mid-game period, and then he suppressed it, if he couldn't kill on the spot, he would be clamped down by the hidden earth spirit master, and then make the final fatal blow.

Therefore, when Wu Fu made this move, it was not only the old swordsman who shouted, but also the companions in the shadows.

However, the old swordsman who came out of the sword has also never encountered such a situation today.

The speed of the young man in white is the only one he has seen in his life, no matter how exquisite his swordsmanship is, and even some of the cruel tricks he is good at, all of them were intercepted by the short staff, and the water around him could not be splashed, he could see that this young man in white did not know any swordsmanship and sword moves at all, but the way he shot confirmed the old saying, the truth that martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable.

Every time the long sword in the old swordsman's hand collided with the short staff, it would deviate by a few points, and his arms trembled uncontrollably, which made him feel worried, could it be that he was so old that he couldn't even hold the sword steadily, or that this kid was surprisingly powerful.

What's even more incredible to the old swordsman is that after a fight until now, even if it is a competition and consumption, ordinary qi practitioners should have been unable to do so, after all, the qi practitioners in the lower three realms have limited vitality in the qi sea, and they can't support such a fierce high-intensity battle at all, which is why the martial artists in the lower three realms are more durable. He himself fought with the sword, and now in hand-to-hand combat, the vitality in his body had already been consumed, but although the white-clothed young man in front of him gradually leaked a trace of fatigue, he was still able to block the attack of the long sword.

If you continue to fight, don't let the young man in white run out of money, but die first, then he won't be able to draw it.

After a long time, the short staff that the martial artist who fell to the ground will fall to his body sooner or later, he does not have the heavy protection of the puppet armor, and the martial artist on the ground can't protect it even if he has the puppet armor, not to mention his old bones, and he can't fall apart directly under the stick.

The long sword in the old swordsman's hand gradually turned from offensive to defensive, and for the first time tonight, he shouted, his voice was hoarse and dry, "Trap him!"

As the words spoke, several vines rushed up on the muddy ground again.

The white-clothed young man, who was gradually showing fatigue, seemed to know that something was wrong, and the short staff burst out with a more fierce blow than before, smashing directly into the incoming long sword, breaking it to pieces, and then slamming it into the old swordsman's left shoulder.

A series of dense bone cracking sounds sounded.

The old swordsman flew out like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily on the ground, splashing mud and water.

Although this blow repelled the old swordsman, it also exposed a flaw, and was entangled in his left arm by the vines that came from the attack.

After falling to the ground, the puppet warrior had already gotten up, and he keenly seized the opportunity of a moment, and slashed hard at the short staff with all his last strength, and smashed the short staff on the chest of the white-clothed young man, and then knocked it out hard.

The white-clothed young man in retreat spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and then he was entangled in the vines that suddenly pierced the ground, trapped to death.

Although the old swordsman who was smashed in the mud was seriously injured by this staff, he was not going to die, he vomited blood in his mouth, and shouted hoarsely and vaguely: "It's now!

But that was the end of his shouting.

As the old swordsman fell to the ground with serious injuries, the short sword he was wielding instantly lost its support

was knocked to the ground by another short sword, and when the young man in white was chopped out, the short sword had already drawn a huge arc, pulling the rain curtain out of a waterline, and then at the moment when the old swordsman finished shouting, a sword hit the center of the eyebrows, and he died on the spot.

The night rain was heavy, and the fighting was extremely tragic.

The old swordsman shouted like a dead will, naturally not to let the puppet martial artist who was half-kneeling on the ground and had no power to make a move in a short period of time forcibly attacked.

In the distance of the pine forest outside the ruins of the inn, the trunk of a large tree suddenly exploded.

A figure broke through the tree, with a fierce momentum, like a wooden ray piercing through the mountain, and rushed straight towards the white-clothed young man who was entwined with vines.

The Earth Spirit Master on the edge of the battlefield is finally no longer hiding.

Hiding in the tree is a simple but not simple means for him, simple because for him it is just a gesture, not simple but hiding in the tree, that is, the Yuan Infant Earth Immortal is coming, as long as he doesn't know in advance, he can't see through it.

A crane-beak hoe shining with emerald green light fell from the sky, like thunder, tearing through the rain curtain in an instant.

The pickaxe blade slashed directly at the head of the young man in white.

The farmer wielded his hoe and dug three feet into the ground.

The Earth Spirit Master sighed in his heart, it was finally over.

The three of them have worked together for many years, and there are not many opportunities for him to be left with this kind of fatal blow, but as long as it is left to him, it is always a hoe to kill, and there is no suspense.

This time, the three of them were hired by the old eunuch Gao Jin for a lot of money, and when they came, they heard that they just killed two Qi practitioners in the lower three realms who were not long-sighted, and they only felt that they had made a lot of money.

The old earth immortals who used to have a famous Mysterious Realm were all consumed to death by them once, not to mention the two hairy boys of the lower three realms.

Then the two companions fought with all their might, and he was so frightened that when the puppet warrior was pressed and beaten, he couldn't help but want to abandon it and run away.

If it weren't for the old swordsman's struggle, which made him see the gradual decline of the young man in white, he would rather both of his companions die than expose himself.

Dead friends don't die poor, and their lives are more important than anyone else.

Although the old swordsman died unexpectedly, but one less person will give him a piece of the pie, and he can take more, there is nothing to pity and be unhappy about.

As for the lineup configuration, there is one less person, and one more person is recruited.

The Earth Spirit Master is still afraid that he will not be able to find his teammates who will travel with him?

If it weren't for the fact that this young man in white was a person who was going to kill him, he couldn't help but want to recruit him to his side, with such a strong teammate, searching for treasure in the mountains, killing people and goods must be even more invincible.

However, in the next moment, the Earth Spirit Master with the Crane's Beak Hoe's weapon directly wanted to retreat and flee.

Fuck the money and treasures, life is the most important!

The young man in white looked at the Earth Spirit Master as if he were looking at his best friend, and greeted softly, "You're finally here." ”

The puppet warrior, who was full of hope and looking forward to the final decision, froze on his face with a smile that had not yet been released, and then his eyes were furious and terrified.

The white-clothed young man with vines wrapped around his body, a circle of fine runes lit up on the jade crown on his head, and a misty clear light shrouded his head like a bronze bell, and the sharp blade of the crane's beak hoe was less than three inches away from the head of the white-clothed young man, so he couldn't move an inch.

Talisman crown.

The runes rippled like water waves.

The earth spirit master who came from the sneak attack was not an old swordsman who died on the ground, nor was he a puppet martial artist who had lost his combat power, he knew very well what the effect of this thing was, and at the same time, he knew even more about the consequences of the young man in white if he did not die.

At the moment when he was about to retreat, he didn't even want the treasure crane beak hoe.

The young man in white smiled softly again and spit out two words, "Cunsi." ”

A small clear light sword swept out of the bamboo tube behind Ning Baifeng, directly piercing the head of the Earth Spirit Master, leaving a small hole the thickness of chopsticks on his forehead.

The Earth Spirit Master, whose eyes were full of disbelief, only had time to spit out one word, "Flying ......"

The body collapsed with a bang, and there was a splash. 2k reading web