Deep woods, unfathomable.

On the other side of the forest, there is also a cliff on which the sunset shines.

The cliff is under the sunset, and people are on the cliff.

Shangguan Rui looked at the old Taoist priest, his face was calm, the wind was blowing everywhere, and his clothes were fluttering.

There was a faint aroma on his face, which was the smell of the sachet on Shangguan Rui's body.

With a light breeze and a slanting sunset, this was originally a great place to enjoy the scenery.

Thousands of cliffs, sunset gild, and a place to enjoy the scenery is also a good place to kill.

The old Taoist priest looked at Shangguan Rui, his frowning brows never unfolded, and at this time, he took out the old handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head, he was really old, and his physical strength was already inferior to these young juniors.

The old Taoist priest wiped his sweat and frowned: "This sword is good, if it falls into the hands of a person who can't use a sword, it's really a pity." ”

Shangguan Rui said softly: "It's in my hand now." ”

The old Taoist priest nodded, with a hint of urgency between his snorts, "Your swordsmanship is good, but that doesn't mean you can use it." ”

Shangguan Rui said politely: "Please advise your seniors." ”

The old Taoist priest said slowly: "The rivers and lakes have always been divided into three, six, nine and so on, and weapons are naturally no exception. ”

After hearing this, Shangguan Rui smiled indifferently: "The rivers and lakes are originally sinister, and if they are sinister, they will naturally have poison. ”

This is true, but the weapon is quenched and poisoned, and the poison is used to win, but it is not above board enough.

Shangguan Rui sighed, and then smiled indifferently: "In this world, there is another thing that makes people's hearts. When the heart of man becomes vicious, it is more vicious than any poison in the world. Even though I used poison, I thought my heart was not poisonous, but I knew that there was a person whose heart was poisonous. ”

The old Taoist priest asked, "Who is this person?"

Shangguan Rui said: "Isn't this vicious person the Master of Wu?"

The old Taoist priest did not take this sentence.

Does the "Master Wu" in Shangguan Rui's mouth mean Wu Wei?

The old Taoist priest did not ask, and there was no need to ask, because he did not have the slightest interest in the topic.

Shangguan Rui saw that the old Taoist priest didn't speak, so she didn't talk much about the martial master, she only smiled faintly, and said: "Speaking of my poison, isn't your secret weapon also an unpopular act?"

The old Taoist priest lowered his head and looked at his dry palm, there was nothing in his palm except a very old handkerchief, no one knew what he was thinking when he looked at his hand, but he looked at his palm and laughed, sneering at himself, and he laughed at himself slowly: "Those who use hidden weapons will actually look down on those who use poison, this is simply a joke." ”

Of course, his embroidery needle is also a hidden weapon, and the needle is bloody and vicious. The number of people he killed with the flying needle was far greater than that of Shangguan Rui with the Seven Days Rainbow. He had always threaded only silver threads, but the last thing that appeared in his hands was always red threads, because when his needles flew out, they had already penetrated the flesh and blood of the enemy.

The use of hidden weapons is not a bright light.

After a while, the old man raised his head, the self-deprecation on his face disappeared, and he was replaced by an indifferent look, and the ferocity was between his eyebrows.

What about hidden weapons, and what about using poison? In the final analysis, they are just a means. As long as you can kill the person you want to kill, what means are not the same?

When the old Taoist priest put the handkerchief back in his pocket, Shangguan Rui raised the sword in his hand, and the sword light was as cold as ice. She wants to use the poison on her sword to face the hidden weapon in the hands of the old Taoist.

Shangguan Rui's swordsmanship is naturally fast, and what is faster than her swordsmanship is the flying needle in the old Taoist's hand. Shangguan Rui's sword qi had not yet flown out, and the flying needle in the old Taoist's hand had already pierced out.

Ten flying needles were ready to shoot together, silver light like electricity, and stabbed towards Shangguan Rui with a cold murderous aura.

The cold sword in Shangguan Rui's hand turned sharply, and a faint sword light flashed, and the ten silver needles that flew in were all cut off by her Qiri Rainbow at the same time.

Half of the silver silk thread threaded through the needle was still in the old Taoist's hand, and half had fallen to the ground.

The old Taoist's pupils suddenly shrank, and he smiled softly, and then more than fifty silver needles pierced out of his cuffs.

Dense silver light, stabbing Shangguan Rui at lightning speed.

Shangguan Rui looked at the flying needle, the person had already taken a step back, and just as she took a step back, the Seven Sun Rainbow in her hand suddenly shot out a silver beam.

This is the sword qi of the Water Light Cold Sword, a sword qi that is denser than the flying needle of the old Taoist.

The sword qi turned into a hard shield, blocking the attack of the flying needle.

Silent flying needles, silent sword qi, silent collisions.

The cuffs of the old Taoist priest flew out of a hundred flying needles, and a hundred needles were fired together, one became two, two became four, one hundred became two hundred, and two hundred became four hundred. The number of flying needles multiplied, and finally became a sky of silver filaments.

Dense silver filaments come all over the sky.

Even if you give birth to a hundred hands, you may not be able to catch a hundred flying needles, not to mention that the number is still increasing exponentially.

Chiba Meteor is the best stunt in his life, and he is a master of making secret weapons.

The strength of his secret weapon is not only in quantity, but also in speed. Even the best light martial arts master in the world can't completely avoid these hundreds of flying needles. No matter how many ways Shangguan Rui changes, he can't avoid the embroidery needles flying all over the sky.

Shangguan Rui knew that she couldn't dodge, so she didn't dodge.

She suddenly switched to holding the sword with both hands, with her feet as the axis, her long sleeves were lightly raised, and the person spun up, turning faster and faster.

The sword in his hand, facing the fading sunset, formed a white circle of light. The white aperture fused into a sharp sword aura.

Just when the flying needle pierced her white clothes, she had already jumped up and flew up, like a frightening flight, without getting dusty.

The silver wire in the old Taoist's hand, along with Shangguan Rui's figure, drew a curved arc in the air.

Shangguan Xin's sword qi protected himself, jumped up, the sword in his hand, the light and shadow were like mangs, and the qi ran through Changhong, and when it fell again, it had stopped ten steps behind the old Taoist.

The sun rose, and the sun set, and in the last bit of afterglow left by the setting sun, Shangguan Xin's sword slashed through the old Taoist's left arm.

A sword slashed, blood splattered.

The robe was white, and the blood was red.

The wound was deep, but it didn't hurt, because the sword felt faster than the pain.

Shangguan Rui's swordsmanship is fast, and the old Taoist's determination is faster. He almost didn't think about it, gritted his teeth, hooked a silver wire with his right hand to wrap around his left arm, and pulled hard, forcibly cutting off his entire arm.

His arm was cut by silk thread, but his fingers were only cut. His palms seemed to be harder than his arms, but the hardest thing was his heart. He was so cruel that he cut off one of his arms, because he couldn't help it.

Although the arm was severed, no blood was flowing from the wound on the severed arm.

The blood of his entire arm had already coagulated, and if he didn't cut off his own arm, the blood of his whole person would have coagulated.

The blood on his body hadn't clotted yet, so his left shoulder was bleeding, and the bleeding didn't stop.

The color of blood stained the old Taoist priest's robes red.

The sword light had disappeared, and Shangguan Rui should have been proud, but her brows suddenly wrinkled.

She lowered her gaze and looked at the snow-white dress on her body, which was oozing blood little by little, dyed into delicate plum blossoms.

The old Taoist priest threw away the silk of the needle in his hand, and the silver silk had been dyed red.

Cutting off his arm saved his life, but the old Taoist priest did not feel a trace of happiness, of course, he did not feel a trace of pain and unwillingness, his face suddenly showed a very strange expression, he looked at Shangguan Rui from a distance with such a strange expression.

The sun has completely set.

The wind on the cliff suddenly became very strong.

The blood in the air was blown from the edge of the cliff into the dense forest, and from the dense forest to another cliff.

"It's dark. ”

Ochre Aya pointed to the sky and pushed Bai Luoshang unhappily, "How long are you going to stay here?"

Bai Luoshang still looked like she was in a state of despair, looking at the dark smile stupidly.

Yue Beichuan had already stood up, "I'm going back." ”

Bai Luoshang looked at Yue Beichuan, as if he couldn't understand his words.

Yue Beichuan's cold and hard face was so pale that he didn't have any popularity, and his bright eyes were dyed with endless loneliness, he was looking at Bai Luoshang with those lonely eyes, and said lightly: "I can already go back." ”

Although his tone was very light, Bai Luoshang still heard his pain, he had been swallowed by the boundless loneliness.

The bright moonlight hit Yue Beichuan's pale face, carving out the stiff outline of his face more obviously.

He seemed to know the answer, he couldn't wait for the man to come back, and the person he was waiting for would never come back.

Bai Luoshang suddenly lowered his head, and the dark shadow covered all his expression.

Yue Beichuan took one last look at Bai Luosheng, then turned around and walked down the mountain. The thick black color quickly swallowed his whole person.

Bai Luoshang did not leave, nor did he speak.

Ochre Aya couldn't help but take Bai Luosheng's hand again, and she found that Bai Luosheng's hand was a little cold, probably because the wind in the mountains was colder at night.

Yue Beichuan was right, they could already go back. But Bai Luoshang didn't want to leave yet, so Ochre Aya could only choose to stay with him.

Wu Wei didn't go either, he still rode on horseback in a lofty attitude. He wasn't sleepy, his horse wasn't sleepy, he sat in one position on the horse's back for a long, long time.

Zou Liang had already left, earlier than Yue Beichuan, and he left before the sun had completely set. There were also more than a dozen straw bale-like men who also followed Zou Liang's footsteps down the mountain.

At this moment, in front of this cold and windy cliff, only three figures remained.

Who is Bai Luoshang waiting for?

Of course, he was waiting for Shangguan Rui, but Shangguan Rui didn't come back.

Who is Wu Wei waiting for?

Of course, he was waiting for the old Taoist, but the old Taoist priest did not come back.

After waiting like this for a long, long time, the moon hung from the east to the top, and the path was still silent, and there was not a single movement.

Bai Luoshang sighed suddenly, and then he grabbed Ochre Aya and turned around, and was about to take a step, when he suddenly noticed a vague figure slowly walking towards him from the dark path.

Bai Luoshang squinted her eyes, as if she wanted to see the person clearly.

Wu Wei was also so excited that he almost jumped off the horse.

However, the person who came was not an old Taoist priest, nor Shangguan Rui, but the richest man Shangguan Moyun.