Starting from the Minshan Sword Society, Baiyang Cave Ding Ning won the first place, Liang Lian waved his army to catch Baishan Water at night, Changling shook, for the entire Great Qin Dynasty, many amazing events have happened during this time, but this time is not long.

Before the Minshan Sword Festival began, two cultivators dressed in ordinary Qin costumes set up two tents on a small hill and settled down.

The two obviously arrived together, but they usually don't talk to each other, and even the camp tents are divided into one place, separated by dozens of feet.

This small hill is located in the middle of the Minshan Sword Sect and the Changling Tomb.

Early in the morning, the two practitioners, who had arrived at the same time but were not talking to each other, saw a wisp of smoke burning in the mountains in the distance, and then they began to prepare at the same time.

Among them, the short-haired man with a slightly thin figure carefully pulled up his cuffs, and then began to breathe, through continuous breathing, his face became more and more solemn and calm, and the whole body gave people a sense of spitting out the old and accepting the new, and gradually revealed a layer of jade fluorescence.

Another middle-aged cultivator wore long hair tied with a wooden ring, dressed in a plain cloth robe, and had a clear face, looking very much like a teacher from a certain academy in Changling.

His preparation is not like that of Mr. Teach.

He just used a piece of white silk to keep wiping a small golden sword.

The short-haired man who was calming and breathing first sensed something, raised his head, and looked coldly towards a road in the direction of the Minshan Sword Sect.

After he raised his head for a few breaths, the shadow of a carriage began to slowly appear on the road, at the end of his sight.

Just in the flicker of his eyes, his sleeves fluttered slightly, and two faint silver lights flew out, but they were not flying swords, but two strange silver flying insects the size of ordinary people's index fingers.

The two flying insects pressed against the ground, weaving through the grass and fallen leaves, and the light on their bodies disappeared, and flew silently towards the path where the carriage was heading.

The middle-aged cultivator like a teacher looked at the sky calmly, his eyes were clear and he looked at the rising sun, not afraid of the dazzling light, his pupils were bright, and the light that fell into his pupils seemed to be contained in the depths of his pupils, and the depths of his pupils began to be densely covered with many golden threads.

The texture on the thin wings of the two strange silver flying insects was like a naturally formed rune, and a thin layer of pale yellow crystals was condensed inside, which was the condensation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that the short-haired man had continuously injected into his daily practice.

At this time, under the tug of his mind, the wings of the two silver insects converged and converged, and then burrowed into the dirt under several fallen leaves, waiting for the arrival of the carriage.

As the carriage got closer and closer, the brows of the two cultivators furrowed slightly unconsciously.

The aura of the cultivator in the carriage was extremely weak and negligible to them, but the aura emanating from the cultivator of the Minshan Sword Sect who was sitting at the front of the carriage in a blue jade robe was extremely terrifying, and from a long distance, it made their sea of qi unconsciously shake to the point of slight numbness.

It's just that this is a two-on-one situation, and although they haven't talked to each other for a few days here, these two cultivators have a very clear understanding of each other's realm and some unique methods, so at this moment these two cultivators still have a very strong confidence.

In particular, they could be sure that this Minshan Sword Sect cultivator was not a Tai Guan Sword.

As long as it wasn't for the Tantai Guan Sword, in their opinion, even if Geng Jian and the others arrived, they still had a great possibility of assassinating them.

The carriage was still far from where the two silver insects were lurking, but without any warning, the two cultivators' faces changed drastically, and at the same time they felt the coldest threat of death envelop their bodies.

The middle-aged cultivator who looked like a teacher screamed bitterly, and many golden lines of fire instantly ignited on the golden sword in his hand, and many golden lines of fire also ignited around his body at the same time, forming a unique cage that enveloped himself and the body of the cultivator beside him.

However, it was still too slow, and when these golden lines of fire ignited, a gray sword light with terrifying killing intent had already fallen on the neck of the short-haired cultivator.

At this time, the short-haired cultivator had just fully revealed his powerful realm, and the massive amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the sky was like a mountain, converging into his body, and at the same time, the astonishing True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi accumulated between the meridians in his body had just begun to burst out.

There was a soft pop.

The moment this short-haired cultivator who had obviously reached the mountain moving realm had no time to make any superfluous moves, his head was directly cut off by a sword, and under the powerful surge of vitality, not only his head flew out high, but even all the qi and blood in his body also sprayed into the air above in an instant, turning into countless beads of blood like fine dust and scattering, staining the rain and mist above with a layer of red light.

There was no smell of blood in the hills, and the headless corpse lost all its blood and turned into a dry corpse that fell forward like a piece of rotten wood, and the picture looked terrifying and even disgusting.

The golden line of fire finally became a cage, enveloping the middle-aged cultivator who looked like Mr. Teaching, but even under the illumination of the golden flame, Mr. Teaching's face was still extremely pale.

"A cultivator of South Vietnam?"

A devilish straight voice rang out in the forest on one side, and then a figure of a man wearing only underwear appeared in his sight.

"You're a Yoro's cultivator?"

Two uncertain self-muttering in a row struck the heart of the middle-aged cultivator who looked like a teacher like a heavy hammer, causing the golden line of fire outside him to tremble slightly.

In the afterglow of his eyes, the carriage was still moving forward, but the terrifying aura on the front of the carriage had disappeared, and the cyan figure that was originally sitting had disappeared at this moment, only an empty blue jade robe hung down on the seat at the front of the carriage.

"Who the hell are you?"

The middle-aged cultivator who looked like a teacher spoke out with difficulty.

He already understood how the other party was quietly approaching his side, but he still couldn't understand how the Minshan Sword Sect could have such a terrifying cultivator other than Baili Suxue and the people of the Tantai Guanjian, how could this person hold up that piece of clothing with just a cloud of heaven and earth vitality, and hide his perception and that of this grandmaster from South Vietnam.

"Who asked you to come?"

Shao Kill looked at the middle-aged cultivator's pale face, and did not answer his question, but only asked rhetorically.

The middle-aged cultivator pursed his lips and did not answer.

Shao's murderous complexion has not changed, he is not good at this kind of thing, and he is not too interested in it, there is only one thing he is good at in this life, and that is to kill people.

He drew his sword.

There is no fancy sword stabbing straight away.

The tip of his pale gray crystal sword in his hand slammed directly into the golden curtain of fire with incredible speed.

The middle-aged cultivator let out a roar in shock, and the true yuan in his body erupted without reservation, and the golden sword was so bright that it seemed to melt, and at the moment when the gray sword tip pierced the golden fire curtain, it slashed heavily on the gray long sword, and the golden flames swept up the gray sword body like gold liquid, and it was about to cover the five fingers of Shao's sword.

Shao Zhiren's brows furrowed slightly, his sword holding did not change, and he opened his mouth to spray.

A small cyan sword as thin as a bamboo leaf erupted from his mouth, piercing through the shattered golden lines of fire and stabbing at the middle-aged cultivator's eyebrows.

The middle-aged cultivator was shocked, and the five fingers of his left hand flicked in succession, and several substantial sword qi slammed into this cyan small sword in succession, knocking this cyan small sword away.

Shao Kill's left hand shook slightly, and a transparent and extremely small sword light shot out from between the nails of his index finger.

The middle-aged cultivator forced his body to avoid this small sword light, but with a poof, his eyes widened to the extreme, and he looked down in disbelief, only to see that a cloud of blood had gushed out of his abdomen.

Shao Kills calmly retreated.

The golden light scorched the skin of his fingers, but he couldn't go any further.

The middle-aged cultivator whose qi had been pierced knelt on the ground in a dejected manner.

Looking at Shao Killing's toes, he realized that the blade was popping out from the sole of Shao Killing's feet, and the middle-aged cultivator's mind was full of disbelief and ridiculous feelings.

How could such a powerful cultivator still use so many small means, how could there be so many small means!

Shao Killing, however, had no interest in paying attention to the middle-aged cultivator's thoughts.

For him, for a long time, killing meant only survival.

His left hand swung out without any sluggishness, and a sharp aura flew out along the edge of his palm, slicing through the middle-aged cultivator's neck.

The middle-aged cultivator's head also fell from his neck and rolled down the slightly sloping hillside.

Shao Murder turned around reassuringly.

The carriage had reached the bottom of the hill.

Sensing this thrilling but immovable battle, a smile appeared on the corner of Ding Ning's mouth in the carriage.

Whoever had set up such two assassins would be extremely annoyed and heartbroken at the moment.