A fog suddenly rose on the side of the road. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This unexplained fog, accompanied by dark clouds and lightning, seemed to be about to go to the next winter thunderstorm.

The old man and the child on the side of the road screamed in fright and fled in all directions, because they saw four dead bodies coming out of the fog.

The faces of all four of them took on a grayish-white color like rotten dead flesh, and if it weren't for the fact that their eyes were still open, if it weren't for the fact that they were still walking around, they would definitely be considered dead.

Bloody corpses!

These four bloody corpses condensed out of the mist like ghosts, and before Nangong Wuxian drew his sword, they had already divided into four directions to surround Nangong Wuxian.

These four bloody corpses are all dressed in gold armor, and there are big characters engraved on their chests with "Wu", "Lu", "Qi" and "捌". Like the "Heavenly Roar Blood Corpse" that Yan Long saw in the old city, they were also one of the nine blood corpses refined by the Illusion Demon Palace.

The font names corresponding to "Wu", "Lu", "Qi" and "捌" are respectively "Chaos Blood Corpse", "Han Qi Blood Corpse", "Poor Strange Blood Corpse" and "Gluttonous Blood Corpse".

Behind these four bloody corpses, there was a man in white who was tightly wrapped all over his body, leaving only a pair of eyes. Because his whole body was white, he almost blended in with the snow behind him.

He spoke, and his voice was like pig iron grinding against the jagged teeth.

He said to Nangong Wuxian: "Nangong Wuxian, I just want the parchment you took from Yin Datong." Put down something like this, and you're good to go. ”

Nangong Wuxian's current martial arts level is the high-level Great Perfection of the Innate Realm, but his martial arts are excellent, and under his use, his internal force is like a work of art, and every minute has a natural beauty. Every time he swung his sword, it was like activating the force of nature, which could produce great power, so Jianghu called him the strongest swordsman among the younger generation.

His combat power is much stronger than that of many Grandmaster-level masters, which is also the reason for his self-confidence.

After listening to the words of the mysterious man in white, Nangong raised his eyebrows and said, "What if I don't want to?"

The mysterious man in white sighed, "There are no ifs." You only have this one choice. ”

Nangong smiled without injury: "Okay!" Then he took out his sword.

He draws his sword as if he were writing a poem, line after line, simple and neat, but with far-reaching artistic conception.

His sword is like writing a stele, neat and dignified, and its momentum is like thunder.

It is not unreasonable for Linglong to say that he was born to be a master with a sword.

In front of Nangong Wuxian was the No. 6 blood corpse "Han Qi", with a huge mouth and a square face, white teeth exposed, and a long-handled scythe.

After Nangong's uninjured Qiu Li's sword condensed, the tip of the sword trembled violently, until the tip of the sword had turned into a ball of white light, Nangong stepped forward without injury, and stabbed the sword into the face of "Han Zhu".

The sword was very fast, but with a swing of his head, Nangong's uninjured thunderous blow actually flashed from his side face.

The blade of the sword slashed through his neck wrapped in golden armor, and the sword qi cut through the golden armor, slicing through his neck, and gray-white blood marks shot out.

Nangong slashed horizontally with an uninjured sword, wanting to cut off the head of "Han Zhu" along the crack in the golden armor.

However, he didn't have that chance.

At the moment when he used his second move, the long-handled scythe of "Hanji" had already slashed at him with a sharp sound and dazzling arc light.

Nangong Wuxian held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand was still holding the brocade box containing Sheng Yin Datong's head.

Nangong Wuxian's sword tip trembled, and he struck down in the air, and the tip of the sword stabbed into the center of the eyebrows of "Han Qi".

"Han Zhu" seemed to be unaware, he only pushed the long scythe upward, and the hook blade was straight into Nangong's uninjured back.

Up to now, Nangong Wushu has discovered a problem, "梼杌" doesn't mind being hit by him very much, so every time "梼杌" uses a killing move that burns jade. But Nangong Wushu is different from a bloody corpse, he is an ordinary body and cannot imitate this style of fighting.

Therefore, he can only change his moves in the air. He retracted his sword, shrank his body, touched the hilt of the long scythe, pulled up again, and jumped into the snow behind him.

At this time, the luxurious carriage in the distance was getting closer and closer to them.

As soon as Nangong Wuxian's feet stood firm, a mass of things like giant rolling stones stirred up snowflakes in the sky and crashed towards him.

- Blood Corpse No. 5 "Chaos".

I saw his body bent into a ball, holding a large round iron shield, roaring and crashing into him.

The energy is like thunder, surging forward, just like the moment when a mountain torrent breaks through the embankment, this energy, with Nangong's uninjured fast sword, cannot be resisted in a hard way.

He can only avoid it.

He lifted himself up.

Like a flying bird, it swept over the sky above the giant shield.

If it was just this trick, he would have avoided it.

It's a pity that there are four bloody corpses.

In addition to "梼杌" and "chaos", there are also "poor strange" and "gluttony".

Nangong Wuwu was still in mid-air, and the tooth-shaped joint whip of "Qi Qi" had already slashed towards his back.

Nangong Wuxian's true qi was completely exhausted in Fang Cai's successive moves, and he could only ventilate in the air, with his skill, the ventilation was only in an instant, but an instant was long enough.

He only slowed down a little.

The tooth-shaped knuckle whip slashed through the falling snowflakes, shattering his protective true qi and slashing into his back.

"Crackling", Nangong's uninjured back white shirt was like being blown apart by thunder, and the blood flowers splashed like a splash, and then spread like a fog.

Nangong had no wounds, and blood spurted wildly.

He didn't stop, he knew that as soon as he stopped, he would be torn apart by these four monsters in no time.

He took advantage of his strength to leap into the distance.

At this time, the luxury carriage was already close at hand.

Nangong swept towards the woods beside the road without injury.

"As long as you can get past that birch tree, you can break the siege of these four men with the help of the cover of the woods. ”

His body was like a broken puppet at the moment, and he felt that every time he moved, his internal organs were oozing blood. He couldn't get as fast as he usually would.

So, when he swept towards the tall birch, in front of the birch tree, there was already an eighth bloody corpse.

- Gluttony.

The gluttonous golden armor was full of ice crystals, but it was not because of the cold, but because of his martial arts, his hands were wearing a pair of iron claws, and now there was a cold true qi lingering on them. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Nangong's uninjured Jizhong acupoint.

Before the claws reached his body, Nangong's uninjured body seemed to be struck by an ice knife, and the cold energy invaded his blood, making his body seem to be about to lose its vitality.

At this moment, Nangong took out his sword without injury.

His sword met the "Ice Claws" of the "gluttonous" blood corpse.

The sword stabbed the Lao Gong acupoint of "Glutton", the golden armor of the claw was shattered, and the thumb of the left hand of "Glutton" was broken.

The sharpness of Qiu Li's sword destroying gold and jade can be seen.

But this is useless, because "Tao Tao" didn't care about the injury to his left hand at all, and his left hand claw was still grabbing towards Nangong's uninjured Jizhong acupoint.

At this time, the luxury carriage was already in front of them.

The carriage was driven by a little girl as delicate as ice jade, and she said, "Nangong is not injured." ”

As soon as the words came out, the curtain of the car was lifted.

A brilliant sword qi erupted from the inside of the car and slashed towards the left hand of the "gluttonous" blood corpse.

This sword seemed to come from the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.

With a fairy spirit, but also with an incomparably strong evil spirit!

The left claw of "gluttony" melted like ice and snow meeting magma.

The ice crystals on his claws melted, and then the golden armor melted, and then his hands began to shatter inch by inch, and the gray-white blood was destroyed by the sword qi, bursting out, like the most brilliant fireworks during the New Year.

The huge body of the "glutton" was shaken away.

Nangong stood on the ground with a sword without injury, kneeling on one knee, sweating heavily in his shirt, his eyes staring at the other three bloody corpses that rushed over again, and he felt the sadness of the last battle of his life.

At this time, behind him, a cold and melodious voice sounded: "Nangong is not injured, you should not fight again, I will deal with the rest." ”

Nangong turned around without injury, and saw four people, three women and a little girl! )