Ye Mingke carried the sword box and Aru, carried the sword and bow, and walked far away in the wind and snow.

His guarded, cold gaze swept the snowy wilderness through the flickering purple thunder.

The sky was still dark, and the night was still long.

His instincts had been warning him, he felt a pair of ill-intentioned pupils watching him all the time, but the person, who had never appeared, had only followed him outside of his perception.

Ye Mingke didn't know what to do, he changed direction a few times in the wind and snow, but that didn't work.

He didn't know what the man was waiting for.

He could only walk forward step by step, adjusting his breathing little by little, clenching the knife and bow in his hand, and waiting.

Waiting, coming.

In the dark snowy night, it was as if a torch had suddenly lit to the sky.

Ye Mingke's perception was touched, and a large amount of cold sweat suddenly oozed from the hand holding the sword and bow, and an aura that was more powerful than the few immortals he had encountered before suddenly inserted into the wind and snow in front of him.

The man finally came.

In the dark night of a blizzard, when there is no thunder, it is pitch black and you can't see your fingers, and even if there is a flash of thunder, the distance you can see is only ten zhang.

Ye Mingke's figure that was originally walking slowly twisted suddenly, and he was running wildly in the wind and snow, his eyes were sharp, and he held the long knife in his mouth. The arrow in his right hand slammed into the wind and snow above him.

The arrows that seem to be spilled at the same time draw different trajectories when they fly out, some fast and some slow, some high and some low.

Ye Mingke ran forward with these arrows spilled forward, as fast as a cunning rabbit on the snow, but he stepped on the snow silently, and at the same time reached up, picked three arrows from the arrows spilled above, and wound the bow, the bow was like a full moon.

"Boom"

The muffled thunder in the sky between the wind and snow overshadowed the roar of the sharp arrows, and the sharp arrows shot forward through the distant wind and snow.

Without the traction confrontation of the gas engine, Ye Mingke chose to take advantage of the darkness of the snowy night to shoot directly like a surprise attack.

The three arrows were just the beginning, Ye Mingke, who was approaching quickly, reached up again and again, took off the arrows, the arrows were full of arrows, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sharp arrows had already approached the figure.

And after the sharp arrow, it was Ye Mingke who had approached the figure not far away.

This is the same as his tactics for dealing with the fat immortal and the thin and tall immortal, using the bow and arrow to remotely suppress and involve the opponent's immortal method, so as to take advantage of the situation to get close, and after getting close, with his monster physique and fierce killing instinct that is far beyond ordinary people, he directly kills these immortals whose physique is not strong.

This tactic was exerted to the extreme by him in the face of the thin and tall immortal, and the thin and tall immortal only had time to defend with the immortal method in the whole field, and the last sword that fought for his life was also blocked by him with the sword box calculation, and the immortal method did not have time to play at all, so he was instantly killed by him within ten breaths.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any memory of his experience in the forest against Yi Lao Liu, otherwise he would have understood that not all immortals are equally weak.

Ye Mingke's pupils, who rushed towards the figure one after the other with the sharp arrows, suddenly contracted, and when he looked down, a cyan halo that far exceeded the fiery red halo of the thin and tall immortal before, suddenly expanded from the wind and snow in front of him, covering a radius of twenty zhang in the blink of an eye.

In front of Ye Mingke, the wind and snow in front of him suddenly opened, and a handsome green-shirted swordsman was standing in the wind and snow staring at him indifferently, in his hands were three sharp arrows that had just been received by him empty-handed, and in front of him not far away, there was a rain of arrows that swooped forward and one after another, almost connected together.

But he didn't seem to see the rain of arrows, and those cold and quiet eyes just looked at Ye Mingke quietly.

"Ga"

The dozen or so sharp arrows that shot in front of him creaked softly as if they were distorted by some force, and then hovered less than a few inches away from the face of the green-shirted swordsman in Ye Mingke's shocked gaze.

"Bang"

Ye Mingke, who was originally rushing forward, paused with a heavy foot, trying to stop the forward momentum.

For the dozen or so sharp arrows hovered and turned leisurely at him, and shot at him at a speed not inferior to the incoming momentum.

Wood Seed Spiritual Power?Control Wood?

This thought flashed through Ye Mingke's mind, at this time, his body could not completely brake the momentum and lean forward, but his body flipped in the process of leaning forward by the toes that fell on the snow as a fulcrum.

There was a sharp whistling sound behind his head in front of him, and several sharp arrows in front and back were clinging to Ye Mingke's cheek and the clothes behind him.

But there were two sharp arrows coming towards him, Ye Mingke, who was holding the knife in his mouth, breathed, and the long knife in his mouth shook out, colliding with the first arrow, swinging away, making a clear impact-like sound, and the long knife was hit by the huge force on the arrow and swirled.

A hand reached out and held it.

The second arrow had also been approached in front of him, and Ye Mingke, who had already flashed the other arrows, held his knife in unison, slashed horizontally, and cut the arrow into two separate sections up and down.

But just as the arrow was cut to the end, a cold and handsome face was already approaching his eyes.

It had always been Ye Mingke who was using arrows to draw the enemy and take advantage of the opportunity to get close, but this time it was his enemy who used the arrows to disrupt his rhythm and approach him at the same time.

Ye Mingke's breath was exhausted, and when he cut the arrow to the end, he suddenly exerted his strength again, slashing at the handsome and cold face.

As the blade approached, the green-shirted swordsman didn't even draw his sword, but leaned forward again, and his hands covered with cyan spiritual power gently stroked the snow-white saber.

Obviously, when the seemingly slow and gentle fingertips touched the knife surface, Ye Mingmingke's ears seemed to sound a sharp thunderclap, and he only felt that a huge force directly cracked his tiger mouth through the knife surface, and the long knife came out of his hand, shattering between his crazy demon and the indifferent gaze of the green-shirted swordsman.

There was a deep cold light flashing in the eyes of the green-shirted swordsman, and he waved his hand coldly, still looking slow and gentle, but it made Ye Mingke feel completely unable to dodge, with a surging huge force, several shattered blades slapped on Ye Mingke, who was still unstable when he leaned forward.

With a low and muffled sound of "bang", Ye Mingke's body flew backwards and fell heavily into the snow, he lay on his stomach in the snow pit, and a few mouthfuls of red and hot blood in his mouth couldn't help but spurt out.

He didn't choose to roll to unload the force, because he was carrying the fragile Aru behind his back, and he couldn't let her get hurt.

It's just that...... He's going to break his promise again, right?

Ye Mingke's blood-stained face smiled sadly in the snow pit, and he struggled to climb out of the snow pit, but saw that the green-shirted swordsman with the cyan spirit sword was walking towards him step by step, and his handsome and narrow pupils were looking at the indifference of ants.

What a nasty stare.

His pupils were red, and he looked back at those indifferent pupils with a hideous and crazy color, struggling to get up.

He remembered the invisible and indifferent eyes that opened in the sky when the town was shattered, the bright golden eyes of the emperor looking down on them, and the indifferent and playful eyes that Ying Kui looked at him when he first met him in the sea of mist.

Suddenly, he saw his suddenly constricted pupils and great fear in the approaching green-shirted swordsman's originally indifferent pupils.

The green-shirted swordsman suddenly stopped his progress and floated back quickly.

Ye Mingke was stunned, but he quickly turned around, as he sensed, a woman with a heavy sword didn't know when she had stood behind him, and the old beggar stood in the wind and snow not far behind the woman, her waist was erect, and she didn't move like a pine.

"Sure enough, they were still following me. , and by no means very human, friend and foe. ”

Ye Mingke, who had expected it for a long time, was relieved in his heart, but his heartstrings began to relax a little, but suddenly two more vigorous torches appeared in his perception, and the brightness of one in his perception was even closer to Li Guifan in the sea of mist.

Those were two immortal cultivators with extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

He raised his eyes to look behind the green-shirted swordsman, only to see two figures slowly approaching in the snow.

As if deliberately corresponding to the two people behind him, one of the slightly brighter figures held a strange wooden box, walked in front, and stopped behind the green-shirted swordsman not far away, corresponding to the woman with a heavy sword behind him.

And among them, the immortal with crane hair and childish face, who was as bright as a small sun in the dark night in Ye Mingke's perception, stood in the wind and snow behind the green-shirted swordsman and the wooden man holding the strange wooden box with a smile on his face, like an old beggar.

Two sides and three sections and six people stopped.

The wind and snow that was originally whistling in the field turned out to be stagnant, and then it seemed to be oppressed by some strong pressure to roll up towards the sky, and spread out in all directions, and the field between the six people on both sides, the wind and snow could not enter, and it was clear.

Only the two sides were staring at each other.

In what seems to be the most tranquil piece of the field in the wind and snow, there are invisible qi engines flowing, entangled and strangled each other like a vortex, and there are even more killing intent coercion that breaks through the sky and collides with each other.

As the most vulnerable link among the six, Ye Mingke couldn't help but ooze blood from the corner of his mouth again, and he felt like a heavy stone on his chest.

In fact, it was not only him who felt this way, except for the old beggar standing at the end and the Lingchen Immortal who had nothing to do, the other five people were in such a terrifying qi coercion, and their faces began to turn pale.

But the old beggar and the Lingchen Immortal didn't seem to notice the others, just looked at each other from a distance.

"Old friends, don't come unharmed. I haven't seen him for ten years, but I miss my old friend very much. ”

In the end, it was the Lingchen Immortal who broke the silence in this field first, he looked at the old beggar's face from afar, and asked with a smile, but his eyes were cold.

"Of course it's fine. I miss my old friends very much. ”

The old beggar suddenly laughed loudly, at this time he swept away his previous decadent appearance, standing like a pine, his eyes like electricity, the abyss of the mountains, a generation of grandmasters, heroic and dry.

"I heard that my friend's realm has made a big breakthrough, and he will be promoted to the head of the Northland Duty Division in the near future. An old friend came to take off your head as a congratulatory gift!"

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