The rain falls without a trace, and the night is cool.

The sky in Yangzhou City suddenly became a little colder.

In the streets and alleys of Yangzhou in this unknown place, there are also flashes of swords and swords.

Jia Si's situation at the moment is very bad, Lu Yingyan, who had just been severely injured by him before, not only did he take the wrong medicine at this moment, not only was his injury almost healed, but the offensive was coming towards him like a tiger.

The figures of the two flickered and disappeared under the rain curtain, and the cloaks on their bodies never seemed to be stained with a drop of rain.

Hearing the sound of searching, Lu Yingyan suddenly flashed out from in front of him, raising the scimitar in his hand, the blade was like a man, as if it had just been taken out of the sword-casting furnace, emitting a red light, blazing hot.

Sonorous!

The four scimitars staggered in the air, the majestic flames constantly wound around him like fiery snakes, and Jass felt as if his hands were in a raging fire, so hot that he could barely hold the scimitar.

"Is this the horror of the Shadow Burning Sutra?" Jass thought to himself, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes.

The forbidden technique he stole was powerful, but it was at the cost of depleting his vitality, which was really a fly in the ointment. If he has one more peerless discipline in his hands, dominating the Central Plains will be just around the corner.

I saw a sinister smile appear in Jia Si's eyes, and he muttered in a low voice: "Lu Yingyan, you go to die!"

Lu Yingyan sensed that something was wrong, and a terrifying aura suddenly spread from behind him.

Before he could look back, he knew what it was.

At this moment, behind him, there were many figures exactly the same as Jia Si, also holding double knives, but this figure seemed a little illusory and a little unreal.

Remnant clone!

Whoa!

The scimitar stabbed into Lu Ying's body, although it was only an illusory image, but it contained this powerful spiritual power fluctuation, and this knife was no less than a blow from a sixth-order cultivator.

The flames on Lu Ying's twin blades exploded, and sparks suddenly shot out around the two of them, and the blazing temperature evaporated the rain that fell from the sky, creating a layer of hazy mist, enveloping the bodies of the two.

Jath used all his strength to jump out of the mist and walk on the wall as if he were walking on the ground. He quickly climbed out of a few lanes, turned around to make sure that Lu Yingyan was not chasing, and then landed on the ground with peace of mind.

His hands were still shaking, and there were many burns on his body, and the cold raindrops were falling, making him feel like he was in the two heavens of ice and fire.

"Lu Yingyan has been severely injured by me, not injured and disabled, if it weren't for the fact that I had no strength to fight back, I would have let him die here. Jath looked up, a hideous expression in the dim night light.

"Perhaps, you don't have that chance anymore. At that moment, a cold voice echoed through the alley.

When Jath heard this, his face couldn't help but change greatly. He never expected that this Lu Yingyan would actually have a backhand.

As the words fell, he saw a woman wearing a hat, holding a black brush, and no sword on her body.

"Just you?" Jath smiled. Sure enough, there is no infinite path in the sky, as a sixth-order cultivator, how could he not see this woman's cultivation, but he was just in the realm.

The woman no longer talked nonsense, the brush in her hand seemed to be turned on, and the tip of the pen reflected a cold front, and the momentum was compelling.

"Huh?" Jath looked at the scene, slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, this weak little girl actually hid this hand.

Jia Si smiled slightly, and the figure disappeared in front of the woman, only to see that the stagnant water on the ground was suddenly pierced by a force, and an obvious gap was split from the middle, and the water splashed to both sides one after another.

By the time the woman saw what was going on, a deadly scimitar was already on her neck. Jia Sike is the number one killer of Xiliang, and under his scimitar, there is never a remnant soul.

However, the woman was very calm, as if she had given up resistance. At this moment, a dark finger suddenly rushed straight up, and it was forced to take one of his fatal knives.

Taiyin Soul Break!

At the same time, the woman made two backflips, and her body quickly retreated, and several splashes splashed on the ground.

The woman stabilized her body and held the pen tightly, and the edge on the tip of the pen was even more vigorous.

With the pen as the sword, the ink sprinkles the galaxy.

Jia Si suddenly saw a painting, a painting of the night galaxy stained with ink. Thousands of stars seemed to be muttering their own star language, and he couldn't understand what it meant, but he could clearly feel that this was what death was like.

He knew he was going to die.

A meteor falls, there is no fancy and colorful color, and there is no overwhelming roar and explosion, a life is gone, and a meteor falls, which is the eternal law of all things in the universe.

He saw that the eternal flame gradually dimmed before his eyes, and finally dispersed the humble light.

Syllable......

Jath's sword-wounded figure fell weakly in the stagnant water, letting the raindrops mercilessly fall on his body, and the ground was unconsciously dyed into a pool of blood.

The thunder was still ringing, and the rain showed no signs of abating.

The water level along the river is also rising, and it can be clearly seen that the ships docked in the harbor are already level with the shore. If the rain continues, the river will overflow the city of Yangzhou.

"Do you know who she is?"

"Who do I care who she is? If you don't agree, I'll kill her right away." ”

"Her name is Zhan Liuli, and she is the personal disciple of Zhongli Xueyu of the Canglan Sword Sect. ”

The face of the man in the hat holding the sword in his hand couldn't help but change slightly, obviously he had caused a big disaster.

"Boy, don't think I'm so easy to scare. What about Zhongli Xueyu? Now that she is not there, I killed someone with my front foot, and smeared oil with my back foot, what can she do with me?" the man in the hat sneered.

As he spoke, the killing intent emanating from his body became even stronger.

"Xu Changfeng, he may really be able to do what he says. Du Yuchen on the side said with an ugly face.

The boy did not reply, his eyes calmly staring at the man in the hat.

He's waiting, and so is the man in the hat.

"I'll count three, and after three, I'll kill him!" the man in the hat seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and whispered, "One, two, three......"

"I promise you!" Before the man in the hat could utter a third sound, the young man hurriedly spoke.

A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, and then he let go of Zhan Liuli, who used light skills to quickly move away from the madman.

He is indeed a madman, and there are only a few people in the world who dare to argue with Zhongli Xueyu.

The boy stepped forward and drew his sword from its sheath.

The dark green short sword looked even brighter against the backdrop of the pouring rain.

"Draw your sword first, lest you say that I am a bully of the small. The man in the hat said with a smile.

The young man nodded slightly, and the shallow spiritual power slowly spread to the sword body.

The man in the hat was very happy, and at the moment when the boy drew his sword, a flash of excitement flashed on his face, even if it was only a moment's effort, he was still noticed by the young man. That's why the boy drew his sword without any hesitation, because he knew that he would not die.

The cold air also spread from the young man's sword at the same time.

Du Yuchen, who was standing a foot away from him, shivered inexplicably, this sudden cold, coupled with this violent storm, actually created a late autumn meaning.

The cold rain is dashing, and the cold wind is shining.

The boy moved, dragging the Lone Shadow Short Sword and rushing forward. The sword body brought a rain curtain in the air, and as the rain curtain continued to converge, a thin layer of clouds and mist also surrounded the boy.

You can faintly see that a layer of ice edge has condensed on top of the dark green lone shadow short sword!

Seeing this scene, the man in the hat couldn't help but nod, which was a satisfied affirmation.

He also stepped forward with his sword, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the direction of the raindrops in the air swayed with the wind. Within a radius of seven feet around the man in the hat, the raindrops were like faults, and the rain that fell from the sky actually swirled back and forth above his head, slowly forming an even larger cloud curtain.

At this glance, it is a small storm.

WhewW......

The sound of the wind unconsciously became cold, and the clean and white snow slowly fell from the cloud curtain, and as the man walked forward, the cloud curtain also continued to move. The snowflakes that fell in the air quickly melted into the heavy rain.

Rain and snow!

The man in the hat jumped up, and the cloud curtain exploded for a while, and countless ice slags struck in front of the young man, as if a big hailstone had fallen.

The boy took a deep breath and stepped forward with his sword.

Under the lonely shadow, a sword frost!