As the caravan entered the Jiangnan region, the rain began to become abundant, and now it was the time for winter to turn to spring, and the continuous spring rain made the post road very muddy, and a careless accident could even sink the wheels into the mud.

"We've been walking for four days, but we haven't met anyone from the horse gang, which doesn't look like Yang Qianchen's style. Zhou Qixuan sat in the saddle, looking at the dreary sky and frowned.

It was getting late, the clouds were already thick overhead, and within half an hour, the rain was coming, and the air was gradually becoming stuffy, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"If you want to kill someone, will you kill him when he is on guard, or when he is unprepared?" Xu Changfeng replied calmly.

"What do you mean......" Zhou Qixuan heard this, and subconsciously looked around.

"We were full of energy a few days ago, and Yang Qianchen naturally thought that we were on guard, so he should have deliberately delayed at that time and delayed until we were tired. Xu Changfeng whispered, "This is also why we marched relatively slowly a few days ago, with the same purpose as Yang Qianchen, dragging them and making them tired." ”

"So that's why you suddenly asked to speed up today?" Zhou Qixuan asked.

The young man nodded, "Entering the Jiangnan region, it can be regarded as the territory of the horse gang, Yang Qianchen naturally doesn't want us to go too fast." As soon as we speed up, they will move. Besides, don't you think the dense forest ahead is particularly suitable for hands-on?"

Zhou Qixuan stared at the dense jungle not far away, and his face couldn't help but be a little more solemn.

The moment the carriage entered the dense forest, the soybean-like rain particles followed, and everyone put on the prepared coats in time, the rain was very strong, even if there was a dense forest block, it was still difficult to see the line of sight in front of them, and the sky was getting late, and it became extremely difficult to travel.

"This rain is very unfortunate. Zhou Qixuan shook his head and said, because of the rain, there is no place for them to camp if they want to.

At this moment, two figures, one black and one white, faintly appeared in front of them, and behind these two figures, there was something terrifying.

A coffin!

This is a funeral procession.

The line is not very long, except for the four big men who carry the coffin, a total of ten people, the black and white figure in front of them is constantly throwing paper money on the side of the road, under the heavy rain, it looks a little weird and scary.

There was only one road in the jungle, and it was hard to let a carriage go alone. The deceased was the largest, so at the request of Zhou Qixuan, the convoy leaned to the side of the road, and a passage was cleared for the funeral procession. The most taboo thing to walk in the rivers and lakes is to encounter bad luck, and now it is very bad luck to meet the funeral procession, if you grab the road with the dead again, it is inevitably a little unlucky.

Everyone stopped ten feet away from the coffin and watched the funeral procession slowly move forward. The young man stared at the people who followed behind the coffin, all dressed in white, with a robe covering most of their bodies.

As the coffin continued to get closer, Xu Changfeng's mood became more and more chaotic, and he didn't know what was going on, this sudden funeral procession made him feel a little confused and uneasy.

"Hoo ......"

At this moment, a strong wind blew, blowing the soul attraction in the hands of the spirit attractor swaying.

"Huh?"

Xu Changfeng's gaze quickly shifted from the spirit guide to the coffin, and at this moment, the funeral procession had already passed by him and Zhou Qixuan, and beyond that was the carriage transporting the goods.

The coffin was shaking slowly, although the amplitude was not very large, but it could still be seen, there was a slight swing with the wind, and the four big men were walking on the muddy road, and the footprints were very shallow, even if they looked very laborious.

Obviously, this is an empty coffin!

"Brush!"

The boy was the first to pull out the lone shadow short sword, and the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath pierced the rain curtain and reached everyone's ears.

These people are not walking the rivers and lakes for the first day, they are extremely sensitive to this kind of sound, and the moment they heard the sound, almost every Zhaoyue Gate dart master put their hands on the hilt of their swords, ready to attack.

"Kill!"

The young man shouted out such a sentence, and almost at the same time, the group of mourners also drew their sharp blades from their robes, and everyone stared at them fiercely.

Fierce battles are on the verge of breaking out.

Xu Changfeng used his spiritual power, jumped off the horse first, and slashed towards the nearest big man carrying the coffin with a sword.

Clang!

A golden light suddenly flashed in front of the young man's eyes, and the invisible sword qi burst out from the big man's body like a flash of golden light, blocking the short sword in the young man's hand. The sword qi quickly shattered, bursting out with spiritual power fluctuations, knocking the young man back, and the remaining sword qi aftermath immediately turned into several thin needles, stabbing towards the young man's body. If it goes on like this, Xu Changfeng will inevitably be tied into a hornet's nest.

However, there was not the slightest hint of nervousness on the young man's face, and he saw a black sword, like a corner of eternal night, as he cut off the golden glass steel needle, a powerful arm dragged his body from behind.

"Thank you. Xu Changfeng landed smoothly with his feet, turned his head to look at Zhou Qixuan on the side, and said in a low voice.

"This guy is a fourth-order cultivator, you dodge it first and leave it to me to deal with. Zhou Qixuan shouted in a deep voice.

Thin spiritual power fluctuations spread out from Zhou Qixuan's fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire black blade, like a black lightning, and a sword slashed down, as if cutting off the rain curtain falling from the sky.

The blood flowed slowly on the ground for ten breaths before it was washed away by the rain again.

At this moment, the dart master of Zhaoyuemen has been inseparable from this group of funeral teams. Except for a few fourth-order cultivators, the rest of the funeral procession were third-order cultivators. Zhou Qixuan glanced at the fourth-order cultivator on the ground with a dead face, retracted his mind, and wanted to go.

"If I were Yang Qianchen, I would definitely not send just a few fourth-order cultivators to send them to death, it was meaningless. As soon as Zhou Qixuan stepped forward, a young man's voice came from behind him.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Qixuan obviously also discovered this problem, and quickly turned his head and asked.

Xu Changfeng frowned, and couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while.

There are many ways to kill a fifth-order cultivator, but the premise is that the other party must be left defenseless. But now the family background of this funeral procession is completely exposed in front of everyone. The young man counted the number of people, and there were a total of fourteen cultivators, and none of them were left behind.

Zhou Qixuan saw the young man's distressed and thoughtful appearance, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "If it were you, if you wanted to kill a cultivator who was stronger than you, what method would you use?"

After all, as a fifth-order cultivator, there are very few people who want to kill but can't. He felt that the boy should have some eyebrows, and wanted to trigger his thoughts through this question.

"How?" the young man exclaimed, remembering the scene of killing Yao Xi that day.

A single sword qi of Wei Qijian could easily kill a fourth-order cultivator, what if it was two or three? As long as it was taken by surprise, perhaps a fifth-order cultivator would also ......

At this moment, a cultivator who had reached a pool of blood struggled to climb forward, and a bloody hand trembled and rested on top of the black coffin.

"Coffin!"

The young man seemed to think of something, his face changed drastically, and he shouted with all his strength.

Boom!

The moment the lid of the coffin opened, three sword qi with strong spiritual power shot towards Zhou Qixuan, a fifth-order cultivator.

Zhou Qixuan heard the young man's cry, and was about to turn around to take a look at the coffin, when the sword qi suddenly approached him.

Zhou Qixuan turned his head and stared at the sword qi, shouting in his heart, he wanted to change out the natal sword but it was already half a step late, the speed was too fast, so fast that he almost didn't have time to guard against it. He knew that he was going to die today, and even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured by these three sword qi, and at that time, any of the fourth-order cultivators could easily deal with him.

Yang Qianchen's game of chess was exquisitely played.

At this moment, a more refined sword qi killed in front of Zhou Qixuan almost at the same time. Although there was only one sword qi, this sword qi was obviously much stronger than the three sword qi in the coffin, and it was definitely from the sword qi grandmaster's handwriting.

Boom!

The sword qi exploded, bursting out terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, and the young man felt a buzzing in his ears, and his body involuntarily leaned back. At the same time, the sharp black water conservancy sword flashed in front of Zhou Qixuan. He quickly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the invisible sword intent instantly diffused.

The sword intent continued to spread outward, and finally turned into a black light and shadow, covering the aftermath of the four incomparably gorgeous sword qi under the gloomy sky. It was as if a black river had crossed it, drowning the boy and his carriage.

The young man's whole person quickly fell into darkness, and there was only a noisy sound in his ears, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or river water, but he could clearly see that the aftermath of the sword qi in front of him was slowly being swallowed up, and finally dissipated into the darkness.

At the moment when the coffin was lifted, the last sword qi in Xu Changfeng's body was already clenched in his hand, and he burst out of the sword qi almost at the same time as the coffin opened.

With a blinding lightning bolt, the endless darkness was swept away, and the young man's vision was back to the same as before, it was still this violent rain, and he saw the coffin that was shattered into pieces of wood in front of him, and the dead bodies everywhere.

Zhou Qixuan turned around and looked back at the young man, with gratitude in his eyes.

Thanks to this young man, he picked up another life today.