The rain became heavier and heavier, and the road was full of water, and every time the raindrops hit the water on the ground, a rain flower bloomed, and the rain flowers all over the ground were densely packed into a ball, and at a glance it seemed as if the whole ground was boiling.

This ferocious rain made Liu San'er almost unable to breathe through his nose, and he had to open his mouth as a last resort. But as soon as he gasped, the damp wind and the cold rain would be poured into his mouth together, and what was even worse was that his scalp and shoulders were numb from the rain after running for a while, and it became more and more difficult to breathe. He felt as if he was being grasped by a huge invisible hand, ravaging it incessantly.

Under this suppression, Liu San'er couldn't help but speed up his running. When his body kept splitting the rain curtain like a knife and shooting out of the dark alley like an arrow, he felt a hearty pleasure, even the smell of blood in the rain and the faint cry could not overwhelm this pleasure. At this time, he just wanted to roar on his back in this rainstorm.

However, this is just a thought, and any unusual sound at this time may attract the attention of the enemy. For example, Cao Yangshan, he, Huang Xinran and Du Quanzhi knew their whistles in front, although they could let their side have a general understanding of the situation on the battlefield, they were also more likely to be surrounded and annihilated. Therefore, the first thing they do after every whistle is to hide themselves or quickly leave the place where they are sounding.

For cultivators who have the cultivation of the late stage of Qi cultivation, the secret transmission of sound can naturally avoid the risk of being discovered to a large extent. But the kind of method that can only be used by the existence of the foundation can be used to consume the spirit, and it can't spread the voice too far.

Cultivators in the late stage of Qi cultivation can only transmit sound communication within ten steps, and even if there is a foundation for sound transmission, the distance of transmission generally cannot exceed twenty steps. This is still in the case of no obstruction, otherwise the distance will definitely shrink.

Every time like this, Liu San'er will sigh at the low level of his cultivation, and is determined to make his strength further as soon as possible, but he will often forget it all later. As a cultivator, not being self-motivated is his biggest shortcoming, and it is also the most fatal shortcoming.

......

When he arrived at the third alley, Liu San'er turned around to confirm that Du Quanzhi was still behind him, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, he hurriedly grabbed Du Quanzhi, and the two of them restrained their breath with all their strength and stood against the wall.

Smack!

With a few slaps that were very similar to the sound of rain and not too big, Liu San'er finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down his tight double swords, and then turned his head and whispered to Du Quanzhi: "My own people!"

Du Quanzhi's body trembled, as if it was not a friendly soldier but an enemy. And he didn't have any magic weapons in his hands, and he didn't have to fight with others at all at all.

Seeing this, Liu San'er sighed helplessly, and looked at the black shadow again.

The person in the dark shadow is Bao Xiaojie. He ran over from the side of Liu San'er and Du Quanzhi, and happened to see Liu San'er's injured back, where there were two fish-like blood-red marks, although they were washed by the rain, although it was a rainy and dark night, they were still eye-catching and dazzling.

Bao Xiaojie's eyes couldn't help narrowing, because Liu San'er's cultivation was not enough to transmit sound, he had to look at Liu San'er with a slightly inquiring gaze, meaning how to do it, but he didn't have half a concern about whether you are okay.

This guy had a bad impression of Liu San'er, and now he asks like this. He didn't bother to answer, just gestured to explain that he and Du Quanzhi killed another one.

Bao Xiaojie's eyes immediately showed a look of approval, and he also gestured in response to him killing two. However, just when Liu San'er felt that it was okay, Bao Xiaojie looked at Du Quanzhi suspiciously, saying that he couldn't understand Du Quanzhi's strangeness at the moment.

This bastard, if you don't help me just now, forget it, and now you want me to wipe your ass! Liu San'er scolded secretly in his heart, but his face was silent, holding the sword and making a series of predetermined sign languages, which meant that Du Quanzhi accidentally lost his mana in the battle just now, and almost went mad, and was desperately recovering at the moment.

Bao Xiaojie nodded in understanding, and just as the three of them were about to go to find Huang Xinran, there was a shout not far away.

It was a crying voice, and his voice trembled and was full of fear: "Big brother, where are you, big brother, is there anyone? Where are you?"

Liu San'er jumped to the entrance of the alley in a few steps, stretched out his head and looked: a masked man was slowly walking towards them, practicing the eighth-level cultivation of qi, holding a flying sword that emitted a faint green light in his hand. He looked around in horror and cried out helplessly, but he was only answered by the sound of the rain.

Liu San'er thought to himself: This man in black should be a novice who has just entered the cultivation realm to fight, and he was frightened when he found that he was alone, otherwise how could he shout loudly in such a dangerous place, this is no different from suicide!

In a killing field, the voice often attracts not friendly soldiers, but people who come to kill you.

"Listen!" Bao Xiaojie also clearly saw everything Liu San'er saw behind Liu San'er, and it was easy to make the same conjecture as Liu San'er. Then he actually stopped gesticulating, but spoke directly and softly: "The enemy should be almost clear." I'm going to capture this guy alive this time. When he came over, I attracted his attention, Senior Brother Liu, you hit your uniform from the roof, you can't use magic weapons! Senior Brother Du hasn't recovered yet, and he is here to look at the surrounding situation!"

"Can't use magic weapons!?" Liu San'er's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but look down at the sword in his left and right hands. If you lose your double swords, you're not even a fart, and the other party is a late-stage cultivator of the eighth layer of Qi training, and you have to capture it alive, isn't it too risky to do this? What does the surname Bao mean? I want to know something? Will it coincide with myself?

Seeing that Liu San'er was unmoved, Bao Xiaojie's eyes rolled and explained: "I think that we have been killing for so long, and we are about to kill all people, and we also have the right to know who we killed and where they came from? Hey... The two juniors are still young, and they may not be able to recognize the meaning of the four words 'unpredictable', but I'm a person from the past, and I've been on more than I have ever fought, hehe... Let's kill when we catch and ask questions, which is not against the master's will, but also has the concerns in our hearts, so why not do it?"

"Senior brother, do you have any ideas? You might as well say it and mention one or two junior brothers, junior brothers are grateful!" Liu San'er blinked blindly, and asked with a confused face, but he was a little excited in his heart, and the surname Bao actually thought of a piece with himself, so it would be much easier.

Bao Xiaojie shook his head slyly and said, "No, I just don't want tonight's concerns to become a magic obstacle when advancing in the future." ”

Hehe... Will I believe you?" Liu San'er sneered in his heart, but his face was still blank. But then again, he was just as curious about the origin of the man in black, and he had to know, so he nodded after a moment's hesitation. But capturing alive is the most difficult, and capturing a cultivator of the same level alive is even more difficult. This not only requires that one party captured alive must not injure the other party's life, or even seriously injure the other party, otherwise the other party may die of blood loss. And the other party doesn't know whether to capture him alive, or he is unmoved when he knows it, he must be very desperate, and his own side can only fight with the other party because of the intention of capturing him alive, not only suffering losses, but also being killed or even killed by the other party at any time. Therefore, the best thing to do is to surprise the attack and capture it with one blow.

Bao Xiaojie naturally knew the difficulty of capturing him alive, and ordered: "I fought with him in front, you took a long way behind him, and then grabbed his flying sword and pressed him, I have my own spirit talisman to make him tell the truth, remember not to kill him! This thing is very difficult, I should have done this, but if you fight him in front, I'm afraid you can't beat him, okay, do it!"

"Hmm!" Although he didn't fully agree with Bao Xiaojie's words, Liu San'er nodded in agreement, took another breath, put away his double swords temporarily, patted Du Quanzhi, who had been trembling, to tell him to be careful, turned around and ran into the alley. Because he didn't dare to make the noise louder and disturb the man in black, the earthen wall that could have been jumped over with a slight jump could only be climbed up carefully.

The earthen wall was covered with water and mud, and Liu San'er did not feel the slightest cold when he stretched out his hand in the muddy water, but felt hot and hot.

Liu San'er said to herself, then stood on the earthen wall and rubbed her chest under her dripping clothes, where her heart was beating like it was about to burst out. Dealing with a cultivator with a late stage of Qi cultivation without a sword in both hands, he really felt that he was going crazy. But he obviously didn't: figuring out who the man in black was and who was the mastermind behind the scenes was crucial to whether to use the Thunder Blood Talisman to report to Yeluhong, so he couldn't help but do it, and he didn't do it desperately.

Liu San'er didn't feel that there was anything shameful about betraying, especially betraying someone like Ding Nian. His only concern was the price of the sale and the proceeds. How to make the cost smaller, how to maximize the return, if the calculation is low enough and the return is high enough, then he will definitely not be soft when selling people.

By the time he slowly climbed to the edge of the roof, the man in black was ten paces away from him. The man in black walked very slowly, his steps were obviously very nervous, and his mouth kept making a slight panting sound, sounding as if he was a defenseless person standing in the ice and snow. His head would suddenly twist to the left, then to the right, and the flying sword glowing green in his hand would suddenly rise with the twist of his neck, flying around his body a few times, and then reluctantly return to his hand.

Liu San'er watched the man in black pass by where he was lying on the eaves. It was low, his head no more than four or five feet from the head of the man in black. He watched the man in black intently, so nervous that he couldn't consider his own nervousness. Every time the man in black sounded his footsteps, his fists clenched a little.

Suddenly, a low shout sounded, and Liu San'er and the man in black turned their attention at the same time.

Bao Xiaojie came out of the dark shadow at the entrance of the alley with a yellow flying sword in one hand, like a fierce god in hell.

"I'll kill you!" roared the man in black. He didn't flinch, he didn't even seem to be afraid, his voice was high-pitched and even a little excited, and while roaring, he had already rushed towards Bao Xiaojie with all his might, and took the lead in sacrificing the flying sword.

The man in black changed from cowardice to bravery, but Liu San'er knew in his heart that he had also experienced the same thing: he was afraid of death before the danger came, but when he really came, he forgot everything and only cared about fighting. Because fear gives people no time to think about it, there is no fear when they fight—there is no time to be afraid. But what really torments people is waiting and imagining.

You can never know what the imaginary enemy will look like for a long time before you come, what will happen after you come, etc., but you can never know what it will be like after it really happens, so the most terrifying enemy is always the imaginary enemy in your heart, but not the real enemy.

Before this man in black met Bao Xiaojie, he must have imagined the enemy countless times in his heart, he was fighting with the illusory enemy he had created, maybe the enemy was an ancient beast with fangs, three heads and six arms, but it would never be a living person like Bao Xiaojie. When you see the real enemy, the feeling is like squeezing your body out of the eye of a teapot, not fear, but the pleasure and anger after the torment.

"Dang!" With a loud bang, Bao Xiaojie's flying sword and the flying sword of the man in black intersected, but both of them had a back hand, and almost at the same time they used the second flying sword.

In order to catch the man in black, Bao Xiaojie defended and did not attack, and the defense was impenetrable. Therefore, the man in black quickly took the lead, attacking with a sword and sword, in order to take down the opponent immediately.

Liu San'er's eyes widened, and his gaze locked on all of this like nails driven into a plank, even the roaring rain, his own quiet up, and slowly approaching the man in black on the roof did not change the slightest line of sight.

Ignoring the net-like sword light of the man in black, Liu San'er's eyes only saw his hook brain, his neck, the back of his heart, his spine, his lower back, his ribs, and between his two strands. Every place where he can use his two-handed swordsmanship can complete the fatal blow of the earth-shattering stone, even if the opponent's cultivation is higher, as long as it is not the existence of the foundation, he is sure to complete that blow. He couldn't help but draw his sword, but the drive of interest quickly overcame the impulse, and his whole heart was cold.

The cold water flowing along his body was a breeze-like thing for Liu San'er, he only felt that the hot blood in his body quickly condensed, turning his body into something like an iron plate, and slowly bending, as if it was a strong bow slowly bending, bearing endless pressure just to wait for the moment when the archer's fingers broke away from the bowstring and the arrow bounced violently!

Liu San'er saw such a scene: the fierce rain poured on the body of the man in black, and when the man in black waved his arm high and pinched the magic envoy flying sword, the rain-soaked clothes were close to his skin, as if it was another layer of skin. So much so that the muscles in his arms could be seen contracting violently and bulging together, and the rain splashed on the bulging muscles like stones in all directions.

The rainstorm smashed on the flying sword with a circle of green halo, and the water splashed, and as the flying sword moved, the green halo also drew a wonderful fan, which made Liu San'er's heart tremble.

To yin is divided into yang, and to yang becomes yin.

When the flying sword flashing with green light rose to the highest point, it froze, and this stillness seemed so wonderful, because this stillness was for the sake of frenzy, and its next moment would inevitably be a rainstorm and thunderous slash!

This is a rare opportunity!

At this moment, Liu San'er, who had been dormant for a long time, finally moved.