At the same time, a dazzling golden light instantly spread from Liu San'er's left arm to his whole body. He was like a golden man who suddenly glowed, and at once he lit up the entire alley and everyone in the alley.

But in fact, there were only two people in the alley besides him, one was Du Quanzhi, who was shrinking in the original darkness, and the other was the tower-like man in black who was stabbing him with all his might.

Du Quanzhi, who was blinded by the sudden light, let out a soft groan, reflexively raised one hand to cover his eyes, and a bad thought suddenly floated through his heart: The turtle grandson surnamed Liu was obviously about to die, was he going to run away or commit suicide? At the same time, his other hand sacrificed the scroll he relied on to save his life, not preparing to run away, but preparing to fight hard. In his previous life, he was a timid master who was about to walk around when he saw snakes, insects, rats and ants, and after crossing into this other world, the original owner of the body was actually as bad as him in character, and the exercises he practiced were not good at fighting fiercely, and he had never killed a person since he practiced, and he had never been bullied.

The goddess who crossed over with her turned from pink to black, and later became strangers to herself. The golden finger can't level up crazily, can't defeat the monk of the same level in seconds, can't be able to press the existence of the upper level, there are no infatuated beauties around him, the spirit stone never comes to the door automatically, the baby doesn't come uninvited, the little beast picked up casually on the side of the road is an ordinary little beast, it's not an ancient beast cub at all, and he hasn't tripped over the box of endless treasures of peerless cheats when he walks... Everything here is almost different from Du Quanzhi's fantasy, the beautiful one in his imagination has been met by him, he can always encounter only the cruel to cold reality, no one believes in his legendary origin, and no one is optimistic about his ideal revenge, after escaping from Taihao Fang, he was seriously injured and could not be autonomous, so he had to bow to fate and admit defeat and wait for death, fortunately God favored him, he met her - Ding Nian. She was the only one who didn't look at him like a fool like the others, not only saved him but also took the initiative to take him as an apprentice.

She is such a tasteful woman, although she is older, but the years have not left too many traces on her face, she can still be bright and beautiful without powder, and she is even more shocked when she sees her again this time. Du Quanzhi felt his heart beat wildly, the former goddess left behind regardless of the blackness, he wanted to follow her from the bottom of his heart, even if it was a sea of swords and fire. When he first encountered the group of men in black, he was immediately frightened by the ferocity of the other party, and he wanted to run away as before, but the turtle grandson surnamed Liu kept reminding him with words and actions, giving him great courage and encouragement. Along the way, he finally figured out that from the moment he was rescued, he had been reborn again, and if he escaped this time, he would not only lose his life, but also lose her and lose his reborn self. He didn't want to die again, he was unwilling, so he didn't run, he still had to fight, and he didn't want to fight if he didn't want to fight!

"Uhhhh He was stunned and hesitated, the unknown always unnerved him, and he didn't think that the seemingly harmless golden light really wouldn't hurt him. So he gave up the opportunity to poke the enemy's brain right away, and leaped up sharply, and when he landed, he didn't feel safe enough and staggered back a few steps, just in time to hit a flying scroll. He swung his sword casually, and then the nightmare he could never have imagined began suddenly.

......

Du Quanzhi and the black-clothed man's series of movements were all fast, but in the eyes of Liu San'er, who was covered in golden light, it was suddenly like a turtle. The golden light on his body not only did not affect his eyesight, but gave him the illusion that everything around him suddenly slowed down. At this moment, he felt that Du Quanzhi and the man in black were like exhausted and dying little beasts in the mire, and their movements were so slow that they were mad, even the old people in the mortal world. If what he saw at this moment was true, if he still had a sword in his right hand, even if he still had a sword in his left hand, he was sure that he could easily kill the man in black. He felt that his body was light and fluttering, like a ghost often mentioned in the Chronicles of Scenery, which could float with the wind without the help of the power of a flying sword, and could easily penetrate the wall without any magic talismans, and his body seemed to be integrated with the surrounding heaven and earth aura. He knew that if the spell was successful, the Thunder Blood Rune Seal would take him a hundred miles away in an instant at the cost of his consumption of Shouyuan, although there were regrets in his heart, there were even more surprises, and the wonderful experience of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

However, Liu San'er didn't really understand what the aftermath of the catastrophe was, and his body, which was about to be completely integrated with the aura of heaven and earth, actually became clear after a burst of aura fluctuations, and the whole person was pulled back to the cruel battlefield.

A battle that cost Liu San'er sixty percent of his mana and took about ten years of longevity to escape with the help of the Thunder Blood Talisman Seal was inexplicably terminated. He was annoyed in his heart, but he couldn't find the reason for the failure, his hollowed out body was difficult to walk, his mind was dizzy and his eyes were half-open, ready to meet the fatal sword from the tower-like man in black on the opposite side. But when he saw everything in front of him, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

I saw that the tower-like man in black was raising his sword and slashing hard, and there were strange-looking beast phantoms everywhere around him. And the strange thing is that every time the man in black cuts a phantom in half, those two halves of the phantom will turn into two complete new phantoms and continue to impact, as if there is no end. The man in black had to jump back and forth like a monkey slowly, and he no longer had the calmness he had when facing Liu San as a child.

The man in black had never experienced the nightmare of today, knowing that all the beasts that attacked him were phantoms, but each one of them was the most disgusting, jealous and fearful species in his heart, so he couldn't help but swing his sword and drive away. He desperately tried to break out of the encirclement, but found that no matter how fast his steps were, he still didn't move. Everything around them, including the two people who could have been killed at any time, became more and more blurred, only the beasts that could be killed became clearer and clearer, as if they were substance. Then he saw the last scene he saw in the alley: the Confucian in front of him spewed a large cloud of blood mist from his mouth towards him. The next moment, he felt the world spinning, countless stars crossed in front of him, his head was so heavy that it was like drinking dozens of jars of old wine, and the whole person immediately lost all consciousness.

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The heavy rain poured all the time, like a baby who hadn't eaten its mother's ** for a day, wantonly releasing the sadness in his heart. He cried so sadly, so sadly, that his tears had soaked his mother's clothes and had not yet dried. He can't understand his mother's hardship, and he won't care about his mother's anxiety. He doesn't need to know others, but he wants them to obey all that he has.

I don't know how much damage this rain will bring to the farmers in the mundane world, how many houses will collapse, how many bridges will be destroyed, how many corrupt officials will get rich because of it, how many people will starve to death...

This is the sky, it does not understand human feelings, does not understand the world, never does its own thing, never changes itself easily without being subjected to strong pressure, always ruthless, always unexpected.

Liu San'er's worries about mortals and thoughts of dissatisfaction with God only flashed in his heart. He is not a complaining Lord, but only a feeling. He's safe for the time being, so he's cranky. Only he and Du Quanzhi were left in the alley, and they came together very tacitly, standing side by side by the wall that had already recovered the darkness, while trying their best to control the sound of breathing, while secretly recovering their mana.

The best way to recover mana is of course to meditate cross-legged, and then hold the spirit stone in each hand, and operate the method without distractions. But here and now, Liu San'er and Du Quanzhi can't do it, they must always be vigilant, and even have to spare one to deal with emergencies, and their hearts are full of thoughts, and they even want to alleviate this tense atmosphere by speaking.

However, now that the situation between friend and foe is unknown, and the two of them urgently need to regain their strength, it is not suitable to make any superfluous sounds so as not to attract the man in black.

Neither he nor Du Quanzhi were cultivators in the late stage of Qi cultivation, and the simple sign language they mastered was not enough to support complex conversations, let alone open their mouths. In order to reduce the danger, Liu San'er even used his mana slightly to recall the Fighting Sword that had dozens of large and small gaps on it, but the sword body was still intact, and the golden wooden sword that was dozens of steps away, had been broken in two, and could not be recalled by mana in the air, was temporarily abandoned by him.

As a bystander, Liu San'er witnessed the whole process of Du Quanzhi's attack on the man in black. There was a weirdness in it that he had never heard of or seen: the tower-like man in black swung his sword at a group of beast phantoms, Du Quanzhi's face turned pale with one hand, and the other hand slammed his chest, and his expression was crazy and distorted to spew out a cloud of blood mist on those beast phantoms, and the beast phantoms wrapped the black-clothed man as if it were a substance, and shrank rapidly, and finally disappeared. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Du Quanzhi knew what kind of spell this hand was? Was it because this spell interrupted the activation of his own thunder blood talisman? Where did the man in black go, and whether he was dead or alive? How should he explain to the others about the disappearance of the man in black?

Du Quanzhi had a lot of puzzles in his heart: How could he have a sense of déjà vu when the golden light appeared on the turtle grandson surnamed Liu just now? What was the turtle grandson surnamed Liu going to do? Why did he stop again after doing half of it? How to explain the fact that he had used his golden finger to get the man in black?

"Woo... Woo... At this time, a long, human-like, and ancient-beast roar came from the sky above the grass hut where Ding Nian was, and the sound was as loud as thunder, which shocked Liu San'er and Du Quanzhi at the same time. The two of them then looked towards the source of the voice, and through the dark night and the continuous curtain of rain, they saw a scene that stunned them.

That scene was very short and quite vague, but it deeply shocked Liu San'er. At this moment, he began to believe in Ding Nian's introduction to "Wantong Mantra", and shook his determination to tell Yeluhong the news.

The roar came from a black female silhouette suspended above Ding Nian's thatched hut, which was more than five feet high, but it was supposed to be a female black shadow.

Originally, on a dark and rainy night, a black shadow that almost merged with the darkness would never pay attention to those who were a little farther away, not to mention that it moved silently and did not escape the slightest spiritual pressure. But after all, it has the strength to build a foundation, and the heavy rain can't pass through her body, but it draws a tall female silhouette around her.

After the five-foot tall female silhouette roared, two big hands slammed into it, and the two bloodied foundation building cultivators who were about to flee were knocked off the flying sword like rats slapped by human hands, followed by two ground shakes in no particular order, mixed with the sound of bones breaking and splashing, without screaming or muffled.

Then, the female silhouette, the female shadow, quickly shrank and disappeared.

When Liu San'er and Du Quanzhi arrived at the place where the incident occurred, it was already dozens of breaths later (he was dragged by Du Quanzhi and ran over, very reluctantly), but they were actually the first to arrive, so they were the first to see the two Zhuji corpses that fell in the alley: one should have been slapped head-down, shrunk into a ball, almost a lump of rotten meat, and the heavy rain continued to wash away the blood and water that kept coming out of it, like a piece of meat that was being washed and ready to be cooked.

The other fell flat, but it was even worse, and the whole person fell into a puddle of mud. When you look at it diagonally, you can only see floating satin clothes and humanoid blood that is dyed all of the color nearby.

Liu San'er has also killed countless people, but as if he had never thought that people would be more heartbroken than the miserable death method of being shot in the head by Ye Lufeng, he couldn't help but become more and more jealous of Ding Nian in his heart. He casually glanced at the grass hut, the light inside was lit and there was no movement, and he didn't know if Ding Nian was injured or if he was training the three-legged crow with all his might. He turned his head to look at Du Quanzhi again, and found that this guy's face was actually red, and the whole person was radiant as if he was a few years younger, and there was a stupid smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but wonder what happened to this bastard?

At this moment, footsteps from far and near came from all directions, followed by a series of compliments or sincere congratulations. It was Cao Yangshan and they arrived, and these guys should have almost rushed back after determining the premise that the other party's foundation had fallen and their own side had won a big victory, which was really enough for chicken thieves.

"Yangshan, congratulations to Master on slashing the enemy!"

"Master's miraculous skills are world-famous, Yichang admires!"

"Master is mighty and powerful! My little old man has hope!"

"Xinran also congratulated the master, is the master injured?"

"Senior sister, what are you talking about! I dare to bet someone with your head, and Master is unscathed!"

arrived first but failed to congratulate Ding Nian first, which made Liu San'er regret it greatly after waking up. He thought in his heart that since everyone had returned, the man in black would naturally either die or escape, so he immediately turned on the hut with the lights on and bent down and bowed his hand, "Master, the man in black outside should have all been ambushed, I wonder what else we can do for you?"

"Hmm... You guys are doing a great job!" Ding Niantian's voice came from inside the grass hut: "Next, everyone will carry at least two corpses back, and chop up the flesh with your blood at this door, as many pieces as it can be!" The little guy is already in a hurry, hurry up..."