Blood and water continued to fall to the ground like raindrops, washing away the dust on the stone pavement, gradually losing its fresh color, but emitting a thicker fishy smell.

This is the favorite taste of many stray wild dogs in Changling City.

Noisy and excited dogs barked in the dark alleys, and the eyes of several scalp and bony wild dogs burned with a faint flame of desire, almost running frantically.

Just a few severed fingers that fell to the ground aroused the excited bite and fight of these wild dogs, but as they moved forward with the blood, these wild dogs suddenly found that the "food" around them was becoming more and more, and they fell into inexplicable fear.

They suddenly discover that some of the "food" is the same humans they had feared before.

When some crisp sounds sounded in the distance, although the stomach acid in these wild dogs was secreting frantically, and saliva continued to flow down the corners of their bloody mouths, they could clearly hear the sounds of swords, and that fear completely suppressed their desire for food.

They wailed and fled frantically with their tails between their legs.

Tonight there were no rain clouds in the sky, but in the long alley where the sound of swords kept ringing, the wind and rain began to roar.

Crystal clear raindrops continued to fall on the several carriages scattered in this alley, and the curtains of these carriages kept flying outward, and there was a terrible sound of wind or sword light coming in and out.

The roof tiles on both sides of the long alley are constantly disturbed by invisible forces, like birds fluttering their wings, but they are pressed down by the force of raindrops.

Except for the few carriages that were blown crooked by the force of the wind and rain, leaning on or directly hitting the courtyard wall, there were still no living people in this long alley.

Next to one of the carriages lay the largest number of corpses, a dozen mutilated bodies next to the carriage, several of which were even at the front of the carriage and even on the roof, with blood and broken organs coating the carriage.

In the carriage of this carriage, sat a middle-aged man with gray hair, his lips pursed, and his handsome eyebrows were full of solemnity and solemnity.

A thin pale cyan sword blade kept flying outside the carriage of the carriage he was in, sometimes pausing to reveal the shape of the sword, sometimes turning into a faint cyan streamer.

In this picture, it is easy to think that this sword piece belongs to the middle-aged man in the carriage, but the truth is the opposite.

This sword piece was the man's worst enemy in the carriage at this time.

Most of those who died around his carriage were his guards.

The flying sword besieges but does not attack, and the owner of this flying sword would rather constantly waste precious true yuan in search of a chance to kill, this is a contest of patience and will.

The middle-aged man in this carriage has enough patience, if this flying sword does not reveal a flaw, he will definitely not take the initiative to attack, not to mention that for him, it is the owner of this flying sword who is constantly consuming true yuan, not him.

If you want to be anxious, the owner of this flying sword will be even more anxious than him.

However, in the next moment, a strange look suddenly appeared in the calm and focused eyes of the middle-aged man, and his hands landed on the carriage at his side like lightning.

Knock!

In the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that had been stirred and disordered, two terrifying forces appeared again, this carriage seemed to get rid of the fixed laws and laws of the human world, and the whole carriage carried his body, unreasonably suspended slightly, and in the next moment, it was split into hundreds of pieces, splashing out in all directions.

Almost at the same time, there were countless terrible howls in the surrounding streets.

Hundreds of feathered arrows blacker than the night broke through the air, completely enveloping the dozens of zhang radius where the carriages were.

Countless feather arrows were stimulated by the middle-aged man's vitality, and they broke one after another, hitting each other.

However, in the next moment, the second round of dense arrow rain had fallen.

The middle-aged man who flew out of the carriage turned into an afterimage in the many broken feathered arrows, and he should have been able to break out of the range of the rain of arrows before the second round of arrow rain fell, but the owner of the flying sword himself could not escape in this rain of arrows.

The flying sword paused in the air for only a brief moment, and when the owner of the flying sword knew that he could not survive this rain of arrows, the flying sword began to accelerate wildly, and it shook in the air, as if it was about to crack itself.

In the next moment, the flying sword disappeared in place, as if it had crossed the boundary of time and space, and instead appeared in front of the scurrying middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned pale.

Faced with the small sword that stabbed him in the throat, his sleeve slapped out.

There was a pop.

His sleeves were torn, and rags flew like butterflies.

The terrible flying sword was directly shot out, but at this moment, a violent rain of arrows had fallen.

Several desperate shouts rang out in the long dark alley.

The middle-aged man's body and the rest of the carriages bloomed at the same time.

Messy and hurried footsteps rang out from all directions.

Countless soldiers in black armor poured into this long tomb like a tide.

In the distance, there are many people looking at this alley.

The war between Jiaodong County and the Night Stalkers has been going on for more than a month.

From the beginning of the ordinary battle between the fierce and fearless men of the rivers and lakes, now it is inevitable to be involved in the cultivators.

And for any big city in the world, the battle between cultivators is far more worthy of vigilance than the battle between secular charlatans.

The night owl was also watching the alley from afar.

Tonight the people on both sides of the alley are dead, and there is no way to win.

He was silent, surprisingly free of shock or other emotional fluctuations.

Until a man who looked very elegant and dressed as a scholar appeared in his sight.

"You have to stop. ”

The man bowed politely to him, then whispered.

Countless complicated emotions suddenly surged in the night owl's heart, his eyes narrowed, and then he said coldly, "Why?"

"Because the Lord doesn't want you to go on like this. ”

The man slowly raised his body, both in tone and demeanor, he was still humble and polite and impeccable, "There are already too many dead cultivators, and you should have understood ten days ago that Jiaodong County will not stop." ”

"What does it matter if there are many dead cultivators?"

The night owl took a deep breath, he pursed his lips, trying his best to make his voice appear calmer, "Most of them are invited from foreign courts, what does it matter?"