Not far or not close is the distance of ten zhang, for ordinary people, this number has no meaning, for the cultivators of the realm of the Dao realm, this distance represents danger and even death, because whether it is a sword master or a master of the mind, as long as they step into the realm of the Dao realm, then they can attack any target within ten zhang.

The majestic rain fell on the carriage, on the burly coachman on the wheel, and the curtain was occasionally lifted by the wind, and only the corner of the quaint robe could be seen, but the person inside could not be seen clearly—the owner of the quaint robe was a middle-aged man with a grim face, and a conjoined eyebrow was messy and thick, almost covering the big eyes like brass bells. A simple black robe was draped casually on his body, and a long black knife lay horizontally in front of his knees.

No one knew who this person was, nor did they know where this person came from, and the big horse golden knife sat in the carriage, and he didn't know what he had been through, and his face was full of misery, which made his originally somewhat embarrassing face even more terrifying.

It was miserable outside the carriage, but the middle-aged man in the carriage didn't notice anything, his hands resting on his knees trembled slightly, and his thumb kept pinching on the four horizontal stripes of his index finger and middle finger. His eyes were closed, and there was a thick curtain in front of his face, but he only needed to pinch his fingers lightly to accurately see the picture of Song's house, looking at Song Xiaoxiao in the rainstorm in the house.

The rain silk above the horizontal street of the Wind Wave Pavilion was disturbed by some invisible force, and began to become swaggering and tilting, and several fluctuations that no one could see or even perceive began to condense in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Song Xiaoxiao's lips pursed slightly in the rainstorm, tonight's battle has reached this point, the middle-aged man's slightly white handsome eyebrows and eyes have a solemn and solemn expression for the first time, for the man in the mysterious carriage, he must gather all his spirit to deal with it, so his eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't look at the dozen or so desperate Qin army elites in front of him, and his right hand that was exposed outside his sleeve clenched the long sword, and he rose from the ground again.

With the slamming of the soles of his feet into the rain, Song Xiaoxiao's figure rushed into the bullfight, and in the listening rain building, the thin green steel sword that pierced deeply into the ascetic's eyebrows snorted and retreated at high speed, turned around like lightning in the rainy sky, roared violently, turned into a streamer at a speed that had never been shown, and instantly flew over the courtyard wall and stabbed at the carriage in the rain.

In the quiet rain, a very indifferent word sounded in the carriage: "Duh." ”

The rainbow-like green steel sword, as if it was hit by the power carried in this word, and as if it was bound by the invisible vitality fluctuations in the rainy sky, just flew over the courtyard wall and suddenly struck, and then flew obliquely like a kite with a broken string and crashed into the wall opposite the alley, falling to the ground with the rain!

The sound in the carriage in the rain seemed to be able to transcend the scope of space and time, starting from ten zhang away, but at the same time it sounded like a thunderbolt in Song Xiaoshu's eardrums.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Song Xiaoxiao felt as if his heart was being held by an invisible hand, and began to beat violently, beating like a war drum, and instantly lost control of the flying sword, he knew that if he didn't make any response, the next moment, this war drum would be broken by the heavy drum, and his heart would be crushed by the man in the carriage.

The people in the carriage in the rain, where did they find them, and had they already transcended the Dao realm?

Song Xiaoxiao's thin lips were pursed, his right hand was raised like lightning, waving a bladeless long sword, and with a swipe in the air, the rain in the air was cut out of a vacuum by him, and he forcibly sealed his sea of qi, but his body had already floated diagonally off the ground with the strength of stepping on the ground, floating out of the gate of his house, and floating to the streets and alleys shrouded in rain.

With his palms heavily on the ground, Song Xiaoxiao felt the ubiquitous fluctuations of vitality in the air, felt the web woven by several cold qi lines around his body, took a deep breath, and walked forward.

He walked towards the carriage in the rain, his face became paler and paler, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and his usual calm and calmness had long been replaced by indifference and perseverance - even if every step he took, the fluctuations in the vitality in the alley would cause great damage to his body and spirit, even if he took another step, the powerful middle-aged man in the carriage would stab him with a sharper qi sea, but he still insisted on moving forward, because he had to get close to the carriage.

At the moment when Song Xiaoxiao's heart began to beat violently, Luo Fan felt something strange, in the sound of the rain, he heard the sound like a war drum, he knew that the terrible sound came from Song Xiaoxiao's body, and he used his mental power to control the vitality between heaven and earth to directly attack the enemy's internal organs!

This method seemed so miraculous that it was impossible to resist, and standing in the rain, his body began to stiffen, and the hand holding the handle of the gun suddenly felt very cold, and he knew that the truly terrible enemy had finally appeared.

Song Xiaoxiao walked towards the carriage in the rain and did not give any explanation to Luo Fan, because his spirit was completely focused on the confrontation with the enemy in the car, and he did not have the time and spirit to tell Luo Fan what to do.

Luo Fan had seen the old man Lu Qingchen's move, he knew how terrifying and terrifying the cultivator was, so he knew that he had to suppress all the fear in his heart at this moment, he knew very well that no matter how powerful the cultivator was, the relatively more fragile body was their Achilles' heel, if he wanted to let Song Xiaoxiao live, if he wanted to keep himself alive, then he had to do everything possible to hurt the body of the person in the carriage and interrupt the other party's meditation.

There was a heavy rain curtain between the Song Mansion and the carriage, and the distance was ten zhang, and the cultivator could manipulate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to ignore this distance, ignore any time and space restrictions, and directly attack the enemy, and he was just an ordinary person, what means should he choose to interrupt the other party's meditation?

The right foot kicked heavily on the bluestone slab, and a circle of slightly muddy water bloomed around the soles of the feet, relying on the huge anti-shock force, Luofan's body was like a fallen leaf swept up by the wind, and swept out of the main gate of the Song Mansion with a whoosh, jumping into the air.

The man was still in mid-air, and with a bang, the spear knife he held in his right hand was accurately inserted behind him and put it back again, and then he held the feathered arrow in the quiver, and with a flip of his left elbow, the boxwood hardwood bow appeared in front of him in a circle in the rain.

Drifting in the rain, he slammed his boxwood bow open, his tendons crumbling and releasing it, and four feathered arrows fired in a volley on his string!

Four feathered arrows shot at the rain-soaked carriage like lightning!

When Luo Fan's feet stepped into the water, and when his body fell to the ground again, the four feather arrows had already crossed Song Xiaoxiao's side, and you can imagine how amazing his reaction speed and arrow speed were!

Since what was required was speed, there was no reason to pause, only to see Luo Fan's feet step on the rain accumulated on the street again, his body leaned forward like a leopard, and galloped towards the carriage, the flat end of the boxwood hardwood bow in his hand opened again in front of him, the bowstring buzzed, and the feathered arrows shot out again like lightning!

He runs on rainy nights, he shoots arrows on the run.

In the dawn that was about to dawn, the arrows lit up the surroundings of the Wind Wave Pavilion like daylight, illuminating the eastern city and the entire capital.

These four arrow feathers shot out arrow skills that had never been seen in the world's life, just like the qi arrows condensed by a cultivator's control of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Arrow out of the capital, the world is bright!

In the blink of an eye, fourteen lightning-like feather arrows appeared in the air between the Song Mansion and the carriage in the rain, and these feather arrows crossed Song Xiaoxiao's side, piercing the dense raindrops, and very strangely avoided the burly coachman on the carriage to intercept them, and then left fourteen holes in the curtain of the carriage, and swished in.

When the middle-aged man in the carriage faced Song Xiaoxiao and walked in the rain, his expression did not change, and when Song Xiaoxiao held the bladeless long sword and came over directly.

Although this arrow was not powerful, it gave him enough shocking power, it was only the arrow of a young martial artist, but it had surpassed too many cultivators.

He opened his big eyes like copper bells, staring at the space in front of him, and his body seemed to be filled with endless mental power, which faintly filled the compartment with a faint smell of orchid fragrance, and in this orchid-like air, it was an extremely strange picture.

The feathered arrows that were like lightning outside the carriage, once they approached the old and powerful man, they were like entering a relatively static space, instantly losing all their speed and becoming a stationary dead thing!

The fourteen feather arrows were all weirdly still floating in the air, none of them could touch his quaint black shirt, one feather arrow was suspended in the air in the carriage, less than three inches away from the center of the black-shirted man's eyebrows, two feather arrows were still in front of his eyes, and more feather arrows were still suspended in front of his hands!

The still feathered arrows fell lightly, like the rain outside the carriage, more like the young leaves shot down by the rain, no matter how sharp the arrows, no matter how hard the shaft of the arrow, once it lost the speed given by the boxwood hardwood bow and twist strings, it lost all its lethality.

Arrows are powerful, but they are only for the world.

The big man put his right hand on his lap and waved it lightly, as if he was waving away the flies around him.

Immediately after, he took a breath, and then exhaled, and the four arrow feathers that he had driven away with a wave of his hand seemed to have a more powerful vitality, and they changed direction with a roar.

An arrow is faster than an arrow, and the arrow is progressing layer by layer, stretching into a long rain line, and then it shoots into the rain and shoots towards Song Xiaoxiao, who is walking in the rain.

Cultivators use the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi for their own use, and establish a connection with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi through the Qi Sea, so as to attack, and consume the powerful spiritual power in their own Qi Sea. Therefore, cultivators, when fighting with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, need to protect their physical bodies, unless they reach the Emperor Realm, they have already refined their physical bodies with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

This man's aura is still in the Dao realm, how can it be possible to change the operation law of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and make the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi drive by it.

Unable to allow him to think, his cultivation scripture that he forcibly forced to the half-step emperor realm with the help of the bladeless long sword began to fall, and his body became even more dilapidated, and blood lines oozed out of his body, mixing with the rain of this dark night, and slammed on the ground.

Slapped on the ground, the rain was slaughtered like a bayonet in the body and heart.

Song Xiaoxiao straightened his sword, knocked the arrow feathers that flew in, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he did not hesitate and walked with his sword.