The moonlight is hazy, the candlelight is flickering, the night is deep, and everything is silent.

Meng Tian lay quietly on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her expression calm, and a faint smile on her pale face.

Yan Shan sat on the ground, lying on the edge of the bed, secretly pitying, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement outside the window.

Meng Tian opened his eyes in an instant, just in time to meet Yan Shan's gaze.

The four eyes looked at each other, one look, and suddenly tacitly.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword tightly in his right hand, and held Meng Tian in his left hand, and quietly left this small farm yard. Meng Tian also held a sword in his hand, simple and unpretentious, it was the sword of sorrow. Whoever comes, they must face it calmly and must not implicate innocent people. In the night, the two figures walked slowly, calm and firm.

At this time, dozens of figures swept out from all around, standing tall with a cold expression, surrounding Yanshan and Meng Tian in the middle.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian stopped at this time, indifferent.

The leader asked softly, "Your Excellency is Yan Shan?"

Yan Shan replied: "Exactly." ”

The leader asked again, "Dare to ask how the Sword God predecessor died?"

Yan Shan said lightly: "I have no comment." ”

The leader sighed lightly, looked up at the night sky, and muttered, "Why did Yan Shaoxia seek his own death?"

Yan Shan smiled indifferently and said slowly: "It's you who have always wanted to kill me. ”

The leader said: "We just want to prevent Yan Shaoxia from going to Green Willow Villa, maybe the brothers have always been domineering and domineering, and it is inevitable to be reckless." ”

Yan Shan chuckled and said, "Maybe this is also within the calculation of the main messenger. ”

The leader of the humanity: "Even so, we will not hesitate. ”

Yan Shan said: "I know. ”

The leader said: "If Yan Shaoxia is willing to tell the truth about the death of the Sword God senior, we will not embarrass the two of you tonight." ”

Seemingly sincere words contain evil intentions.

Yan Shan sneered: "Since you are destined to die, why do you have to be so coy?"

The leader sneered slightly and remained silent. Suddenly, his sleeves were lightly raised, and a few cold rays of light suddenly shot out.

Yan Shan's wrist flicked, and the rusty long sword pulled out three sword flowers in the night. With a metallic clash, seven bone-piercing nails fell to the ground.

At this time, several figures had already killed in front of them

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, his wrist turned rapidly, and the rusty long sword drew three arcs in the night, slashing in three directions. At the same time, a black sword shadow flashed, and the three of them stopped abruptly, and then fell to the ground. Three sword qi swept by, blood splashed, and several screams were heard, seven people fell, and only one person survived.

In an instant, ten people were killed, and the rest were terrified.

The person at the head looked solemn and hesitated.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian exchanged a look. The sword of sorrow suddenly came out of its sheath, Meng Tian held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pinched the sword body with his left hand, froze in an instant.

Yan Shan's gaze became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart. This kind of terrifying killing intent spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

The people present did not feel their hearts tremble and froze in place.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword tightly in his right hand, and hugged Meng Tian in his arms with his left hand, and swept through the crowd along a strange trajectory, as fast as a ghost. The rusty sword was like a death scythe, constantly slashing through the throat, sealing the throat with a sword, leaving shallow blood marks behind. Meng Tian held the sword in both hands, not moving, as his body turned, the sword of sorrow passed by, blood splashed, and death and injuries were everywhere.

Suddenly, four figures attacked at the same time. These four people are not afraid of killing sword intent, two long swords and a gun and a knife are coming in an instant, and they are menacing.

Between the lightning and flint, Yan Shan immediately made a decision and swung his sword to meet the spear. A black sword shadow flashed, the tip of the spear slashed, the sword undiminished, and the rusty long sword slashed through the throat of the wielder. At the same time, the Sword of Sorrow and the two long swords collide. Yan Shan's body spun around, and a sword was swung, and the rusty long sword forced the two sword-wielding people back. Although the tip of the spear was broken, the castration did not decrease at all, and it pierced directly into Yan Shan's back. Yan Shan took advantage of the momentum to kill forward, and a black sword shadow flashed, and the rusty long sword slashed through the throats of the two sword-wielding men.

Yan Shan continued to move forward, and the man with the spear followed closely behind, and the spear still pierced into Yan Shan's back. Suddenly, the two figures disappeared suddenly, and the spear had no resistance, and the man with the spear felt bad, but it was too late. Yan Shan and Meng Tian had already appeared on the side of the man with the gun, a black sword shadow flashed, his head flew away, and blood gushed out.

In a matter of moments, dozens of people were killed and wounded.

The blood was already soaking through his clothes, Yan Shan's eyes were cold, and he looked at the person in charge, and the killing intent gradually rose.

The person at the head has been staring at Yan Shan intently, undecided. The other seven didn't move, as if waiting for something.

At this time, Yan Shan and Meng Tian exchanged a look.

Suddenly, Yan Shan left an afterimage in place, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the person who was the leader.

If the leader is aware, he swings his sword to meet him.

The rusty long sword body was surrounded by a thick blood-colored sword aura, and the momentum was terrifying.

The two swords struck each other, and the rusty long sword was indestructible. The long sword in the leader's hand was broken in two, and then his body was also broken in two, and he died tragically on the spot.

Yan Shan's figure flashed, and he returned to Meng Tian's side. Meng Tian happened to pour into his arms.

Seeing this, the other seven people were dumbfounded.

Yan Shan said coldly: "Remembering that you didn't kill Miss Tian'er just now, I will let you go today, and run for your life!"

Hearing this, the seven of them did not hesitate, turned around and left, and disappeared into the vast night.