The young man in gray looked up in shock.

The dust falling from the roof tiles fell on his face.

He sensed the falling sword intent, and he had seen such a spark sword killing people in this bazaar before.

It's just that he can't understand at all, how could this person with a sword capture his breath and cast such a sword from such an astonishing distance, obviously far away?

He was indeed an Assassin who wanted to disadvantage the porter, but it was not easy to realize that he was an Assassin, let alone to use such a sword outside of everyone's perception.

This incomprehensible shock slowed his movements, so he didn't have time to react at all, and the moment the dust hit his face, a hole appeared in his eyebrows, and a cloud of blood mist burst through the flying dust.

This is what happened inside an unobtrusive shop.

The vast majority of people in this bazaar did not even notice the death of the young man in gray.

However, the spark that came with such a cold killing intent did not stop.

In front of the porter carrying the long log, there are some stalls along the street, these stalls sell some dry goods, some are sun-dried wild mushrooms, which are very delicious for soup, and some are some medicinal herbs in the mountains.

A middle-aged man who looks like a vendor is looking at some tiger bones and sun-dried tiger tendons as he haggles with the stall owner.

At this time, the porter was not far from him, and he still had two long tiger bones in his hands, so he turned to look at the porter.

His eyes flickered slightly.

He hesitated a little, but in an instant, this hesitation turned into a cold killing intent.

Dust rose from under his feet.

His body posture didn't change, but his whole body flew up like a cloud.

His body brought out the afterimage of his debut in the bright sunlight, and the two tiger bones in his hands seemed to turn into two knives in his hands, roaring towards the porter.

Countless exclamations rang out.

However, before the exclamation could be heard, the top of his head and the clothes of his entire body seemed to suddenly brighten.

The afterimages faded quickly.

The middle-aged man who looked like a vendor was frightened, and he let out a terrible scream, and the tiger bone in his hand rose upward.

A cold spark fell.

The two tiger bones in his hands were instantly severed.

A line of blood appeared on his neck, then cracked.

Waterfall blood rushed out of his neck.

Just behind a stall selling preserved fish not far away, the stall owner raised his head, glanced at the cultivator who had fallen to the ground, and looked at the blood that was spreading on the ground, although he was also exclaiming, but in the depths of his eyes, there was not even a trace of horror.

The Night Stalker squinted slightly at the cold pale Starfire, and his face seemed to be dyed pale by the Starfire.

His lips pursed unconsciously, gradually losing their blood.

He began to guess the identity of the owner of this Starfire Sword, but he felt the cold and lonely meaning, he still couldn't believe it at this time, what kind of experience did such a glamorous looking girl have, to be able to use such a sword intent at such an age?

As those people continued to die, he had also understood that these Spark Swords were an attitude and a demonstration against him.

This girl from Jiaodong County wanted him to know that the most prosperous market in Changling City was not his territory, but the territory of Jiaodong County.

......

The spark is still falling, and there are still people dying in this bazaar.

Baili Suxue looked at the falling spark in the daytime, and his brows furrowed.

"This is your man?"

He asked Wang Jingmeng.

For some reason, this cold sword intent made him intuitively dislike.

Wang Jingmeng paused, there was naturally a difference between Jiaodong County and Bashan Sword Field, but Zheng Sleeve joined forces with them, so after a slight pause, he said, "Yes." ”

"Killing people in this way is deterrent enough to be frightening. ”

Baili Suxue turned her head and glanced at Wang Jingmeng, and said: "It's just that this method is disgraceful, fear can only make people fear and surrender, but it can't arouse people's courage, which is inconsistent with your public sword competition." ”

Wang Jingmeng was a little stunned.

He looked at Baili Suxue, he didn't expect Baili Suxue's mind to be so smart and delicate, or rather, he didn't expect Baili Suxue to understand what he thought so well.

"Nobody likes to kill, and if it's not necessary, she'll use it less. Wang Jingmeng looked at the sky that was extremely bright and a little strange because of the falling starfire, and said.

He and Thyme Suxue were bathed in bright light.

They continued to follow the porter.

At this time, the ordinary people in this market were too afraid to approach, and this long street, which was originally very crowded, seemed extremely empty.

Just looking at the calm and calm expressions of the two young cultivators, all these people who didn't know what they were doing vaguely guessed in their hearts that they seemed to be ensuring the safety of the porter carrying the standing log.

They are like the porter's attendants, trying to make sure that porter reaches the end safely.

Lu Wei looked at the two young cultivators with emotion.

He didn't agree with the Nangong family's approach, but he didn't object to the Nangong family's approach, at this time, any gate valve naturally hoped that a gate valve like the Nangong family would stand up first.

However, who would have thought that the seemingly loyal and dull and very mediocre prince Yingwu would have the help of Bashan Sword Field and Jiaodong County, and now there is even a Minshan Sword Sect.

Today's failure of the Nangong family is also the failure of all Changling gate valves.

After all, for the gate valve that took many years to form in Changling, these people in Jiaodong County have always been outsiders who have been fairly well-behaved before.

But now, these strangers don't seem to want to play by their rules.

"If the people of the Nangong family can be gentle, they will not be the Nangong family. ”

There was no smile on his face, but there was a hint of solemnity in his emotion, "The status of the night owl in Changling over the years is the accumulation of the bones of many brothers, and it is impossible for him not to accept this kind of challenge." ”

The cultivator in the pale yellow robe who had been sitting beside him looked at the other side of the long street, the porter carrying the standing log was not walking slowly, and he had never stopped, so he was not far from the north gate of the market.

Looking at the more and more Divine Capital Prison cultivators who appeared on the other end, he nodded slowly.

This matter is about to end, but the counterattack of the Nangong family is afraid that it will immediately set off a terrible bloody storm in Changling.

He was just thinking about what Jiaodong County would do now.