The frost of the moonlit night adds to the hair, and the morning dew dyes the robe.

In the early morning, Liu Tugou was dressed in a black linen suit, standing on the stone steps in front of the Ziyang Temple with his hands in his hands, seemingly standing at random, but in fact, there was no leakage all over his body, and his divine will was deeply hidden, and there was a unique aura flowing invisibly.

Under the stone steps, the two hundred cavalry commanders who belonged to the Blood Tang Guard on duty last night sat cross-legged, with blood dripping between their eyebrows and fingers, and they had already started the practice of slaughtering and forging weapons every morning as usual.

Liu Tugou withdrew his gaze from the two of them, slowly closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, raised his head, and took a deep breath in the morning light, and his pure and lively divine will came out of his body.

The next moment, a strong wind came from the sky.

The two hundred horsemen at the foot of the stairs suddenly woke up from their deepest visualizations, jumped up from the ground with great vigor, turned around with their swords, and looked up the stone steps.

I saw a colorful aura waterfall falling from above the nine heavens, and in the deafening roar, it washed down towards the second master!

In the blink of an eye, Liu Tugou's whole person was submerged in the aura waterfall, and only a vague figure could be seen.

The two hundred cavalry commanders glanced at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and their previous vigilant expressions disappeared without a trace.

After all, although the scene in front of him is bizarre, it is really nothing compared to the long river of gas swallowing that day. On the contrary, both of them were a little curious, and they didn't know what their second master was going to do.

I only heard an extremely loud and clear swallowing sound suddenly from the Aura Waterfall, and every time it sounded, the body of the Aura Waterfall would visibly become much more slender with the naked eye.

It's a pity that there are too many spiritual qi falling from above the nine heavens, and the waterfall can be replenished almost in the blink of an eye, and after nine swallowing sounds are heard in succession, the falling spiritual energy is not only not decreasing, but surging even more.

The whole waterfall not only regained its original size, but even more bloated, because of hitting the ground and scattered around the aura will be submerged in the stone platform in front of the temple gate, has begun to spread towards the bottom of the steps, and if it goes down like this, I am afraid that the waterfall will accumulate into a pool.

The two hundred riders couldn't be relaxed, those auras were colorful, and they were quite pleasing to the eye, but it was precisely because of such splendid and colorful colors that they knew how chaotic they were.

What kind of terrible killing intent should be contained in the "water flow" that is like a substance and flows down from the stone steps?

With the cultivation of the two of them, I am afraid that it will be unblessed, not to mention swallowing it like the second master, I really dare to suck it at will without knowing whether it is alive or dead, not only can it not be used for its own use, but it is more deadly than any poison, not to mention the pain of soaking in it, being pierced by ten thousand swords, and scraping bones with steel knives.

The two hundred cavalry commanders glanced at each other again, their faces were bitter, they thought it was just a beautiful difference that was on duty at night, and by the way, they showed their faces in front of the second master to show their loyalty, who would have expected it to be so dangerous?

Knowing this, the two of them were full of food, so they didn't want to put down their skins and snatch such a deadly errand from the chief under their command?

In the Black Crow Army, except for a few high-born and well-read officials such as Bai Hangu and Xu Dongjiang, the rest of the officers have never attached much importance to military discipline.

Even Yang Xiongji, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes who pretends to be a scholar, every time after pressing people with force, he has to take out the lame power tricks that seem to be in the book to show off, and he has always been rushing to shoot the second master's sycophants on the one hand, and on the other hand, he is a fox and a tiger, and he wears small shoes for people who don't like the eyes everywhere, so as to sit firmly in the position of the first lackey under the second master, and even Liu Quai, who was born as a sword slave and followed the second master first, can't shake it.

It's just that in this situation, if the two hundred cavalry commanders want to leave their posts without permission and leave their families and flee for their lives alone, they will never dare, and they will never refuse.

I saw the two of them winking at each other, and then sat down side by side cross-legged, two embroidered spring knives across their knees, the tips of the knives were opposite, and they formed a line.

The bodies of the two knives were filled with the unique blood tang knife qi of the Black Crow Army, because this sword qi came from the same source, and soon echoed each other, spread and connected, as one.

Combining the strength of the two of them, a thin but tough ribbon-like sword qi embankment was gradually formed in front of the two of them, bouncing off all the scattered spiritual qi flowing towards the knees and feet of the two of them.

With such a performance, it can be seen that these two people have the cultivation of the middle realm of Qi training, and under the joint efforts, with the same source sword qi taught by the second master, they can barely use the body protection qi that can only be found in the realm of Qi cultivation, and because this blood tang sword qi is extremely pure, its essence is much higher than the turbulence of spiritual energy, and it is actually self-protected in a short period of time.

It's no wonder that these two were able to stand out last night and become two of the only five hundred riders in the Blood Tang Guard.

"Huh?"

Just when the two new hundred riders didn't dare to take a step back, struggling to resist the aftermath of the aura waterfall, Liu Erye, who was in the center of the waterfall, was also scratching his head a little.

It wasn't until this morning that most of his divine inspiration finally recovered with difficulty, much slower than before.

He was puzzled, so he wanted to try whether there was something wrong with the divine will of this newborn, who expected that he was just silently transporting the "Sick Tiger Forging Body Three Styles", and without even posing, he actually drew such a large amount of spiritual energy from the world, and hurriedly swallowed nine mouthfuls in a row in the Sick Tiger Swallowing Heaven style, but it had little effect.

At the same time, he was shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he realized that he had experienced a battle with Yangquanzi, and he had broken and stood up several times, and the purity of his divine inspiration was far beyond his expectations, reaching such an astonishing level.

Thinking about the reason, Liu Tugou silently restrained his divine will, and sure enough, he sent and received it from the heart and was unsatisfactory.

He looked down at the spiritual flow under his feet that had almost turned into a small pool of colorful water, and then noticed the two hundred horsemen who were struggling at the bottom of the steps, and couldn't help grinning, knowing that this was a rare opportunity for the two of them.

At that moment, Liu Erye stared at the two of them, gloating with interest for a moment, and only when the two of them squeezed all the knife qi out of their bodies, and there was almost no more strength left to support them, they made a move.

I saw that on the red vertical mark on the center of his eyebrows, a little light suddenly flowed, although it was not very dazzling, but it caused extremely strange changes.

Under the reflection of the red light, the frenzied spiritual air around Liu Tugou's body was quiet, and it became clear in a blink of an eye, as if it was colorless, and there was a faint color in the colorlessness, which looked extremely extraordinary.

Immediately afterwards, with Liu Tugou as the center, the aura within a circle of one zhang above and below was also tamed, turning into a waterfall that was almost chaotic.

The two hundred horsemen were struggling to support, and suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, and then they realized that there was no "water flow" rushing down the stone steps in front of them, and they suddenly felt the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

They only felt physically and mentally exhausted, and subconsciously looked up, only to see their own lord standing in the clear spiritual waterfall with his hands in his hands, and under the bright but not dazzling sunlight, the skin on his face and even his hair seemed to become crystal clear.

Under the almost transparent skin, there is a faint colorful tiger head entrenched in the second master's skull, and the tiger's forehead is not the word king, but it is a red gem like blood, dazzling, not to be forced to look at.

Suddenly, the two of them had some kind of wonderful illusion, as if there was a tiger head on the neck of the second master.

The two hundred cavalry commanders were startled, and couldn't help but look at each other, these two rising stars among the black crows who always distinguish from each other on weekdays, I don't know how many times they have flirted like this today.

Bandits such as "Second Master of Sick Tiger Mountain" and "Sick Tiger Swallowing the Sky" flashed in their minds, as well as a certain strange and nonsensical talk secretly circulating among the black crows, and in a trance, they became more and more convinced of a certain idea.

One of them asked in a low voice, "Just like Ma Ye?"

The other was thoughtful: "No wonder the second master wants to sit on that god seat!"

After saying that, the two of them changed color at the same time, and they all lowered their heads and closed their mouths.

They got up quietly, silently returned to their original positions and stood still, with their backs to the main hall, and their eyes looked straight in the direction of the front hall, just like the clay sculptures and wood carvings in the halls in the view, and they did not move.