After the rain of blood that splashed in the sky subsided, Yuwen Chenyi raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and found that in the entire poplar forest, there were only eight horse thieves and five Xuanjia sergeants left. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

More than a dozen bonfires that have not yet been extinguished reflect the mess of Shura's purgatory in the poplar forest.

The corpse-strewn woods were littered with broken limbs of men and camels, as well as broken carriage parts and debris from trees.

Murong Ye held the Tai'a sword in his hand, his cloak was scattered, and his body shook with blood, and he stood up from the forest full of broken corpses and flesh, and his original elegant and handsome outfit was long gone.

Ming Chongyan, who stood up on the other side, was no better, his robe was riddled with holes, covered with blood, and the folding fan in his hand had been broken into several pieces.

The two glanced at each other, gritting their teeth and hating Li Chunfeng to the extreme.

Murong Ye looked up to the sky with resentment on his face and shouted: "Li Chunfeng old dog, the sky has eyes, and you will be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will never be reborn!"

Ming Chongyan glanced at Murong Ye with a complicated expression, and a full of concern suddenly appeared on his face, and said, "Mr. Murong, how are you hurt, is it serious?"

Murong Ye's eyes glanced at the left rib that was pierced by the qi, and was bubbling out with blood, he forced himself to stabilize his body, stretched out his hand and quickly clicked on the "Life Gate Point" on his waist, and said with a pale face: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me." ”

"Since this is the case, then I will go to find Li Chunfeng's Huangquan Flying Sword, according to the previous agreement, this sword should belong to you. ”

Ming Chongyan tidied up his robe, covered a layer of soft armor that was faintly exposed from the holes in his robe, and bent over to search in the poplar forest.

Murong Ye naturally didn't believe that Ming Chongyan really handed it over to him after finding the Huangquan Flying Sword, and turned to the eight horse thieves and five Xuanjia sergeants who survived and said, "You guys also go to look for it, and I will be rewarded for finding it." ”

When the eight horse thieves heard Murong Ye's words, they immediately came out, ran to the fire, picked up the fire sticks, and searched carefully in the forest, while the five Xuanjia sergeants were not moved at all, quickly approached, gathered together, and fled quickly out of the woods.

Seeing this, Xiao Wenfeng jumped up, and was about to rush out to meet these Xuanjia sergeants, Yuwen Chenyi grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "Don't act rashly!" After speaking, he pulled him and quietly leaned down, prostrate under the poplar tree, motionless.

Sure enough, I saw Murong Ye's cold eyes raised, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he said with a grim face: "I don't know what to lift, I want to run, do you think my name of killing the blue wolf is for nothing!"

As soon as he blurted out the words, as soon as the sword trick in his hand was introduced, the Tai'a Divine Sword suddenly flew up in the air, shining with a faint sword light, and twisted towards the five Xuanjia sergeants, blood splashed, and the five Xuanjia sergeants were in a different place in an instant.

After killing the five Xuanjia sergeants, Murong Ye staggered, almost unsteady on his feet, and hurriedly withdrew the Tai'a Divine Sword, sat cross-legged on the ground, and used his true qi to breathe.

Yu Wenchen watched the other party's every move intently, and a deep light flashed in his two dark eyes.

The body moved slowly, quietly standing under the dark poplar tree, the dark figure, skillfully integrated with the surrounding environment.

"Found it! Found it!"

Ming Chongyan shook the sheathed short sword in his hand with excitement on his face, and staggered towards Murong Ye, what he was holding in his hand was the Huangquan Flying Sword, the hilt like frost and snow still shone with a faint brilliance in the moonlight.

"Ming Chongyan, are you really willing to give me Huangquan?" Murong Ye glanced at Ming Chongyan in disbelief.

"Of course, although the Huangquan Flying Sword is good, it is Li Chunfeng's thing after all, if I take it for myself, it doesn't mean telling others that he died at my hands, although he is stupid, but it is not stupid to this point. Ming Chongyan said, handing over the Huangquan Flying Sword.

Murong Ye originally had some scruples, but when he heard his words at this moment, he immediately put his mind at ease, his eyes lit up, he couldn't help but be happy, he couldn't care about the pain on his body, turned over and stood up, and reached out to catch the short sword.

But seeing Ming Chongyan raise his eyes fiercely to look behind him, he shouted with a nervous face: "Mr. Murong, be careful!"

Murong Ye jumped up as if reflexively, turned his head and saw that except for a few poplar trees behind him, which had long shadows in the moonlight, there was nothing around him, and a thought flashed through his mind: I was fooled!

As soon as he was about to draw his sword to defend himself, he felt a cold chill coming from the left side of his neck, and a sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing, flashed at the major artery in his left neck, drawing a faint blood mark!

"You... You're... Despicable villain!"

Murong Ye turned his head in horror, his eyes widened, and he stared angrily at Ming Chongyan, who had an indifferent face.

Holding the Tai'a Sword in his right hand, he covered his neck with his left hand, and at this moment, the faint blood stains had expanded rapidly, and the blood spurted out wildly, and the blood spilled wildly between his fingertips.

"Despicable?"

Ming Chongyan glanced at Murong Ye with a sneer, and took a sip with disdain on his face: "The husband is not guilty of his crimes, you have lived such a long time, you don't even understand this basic truth." ”

Murong Ye trembled violently, his right hand clenched the Tai'a Divine Sword, pointing directly at Chongyan, his face was full of resentment and unwillingness, and his plan to restore the country disappeared in his round eyes.

Ming Chongyan watched Murong Ye fall backwards with an expressionless face, put away the Huangquan short sword in his hand, stretched out his right hand and grabbed it, snatching the Tai'a sword from Murong Ye's hand, but he didn't want to bring him up with a sword.

It turned out that although Murong Ye was dead, he still held the Tai'a Divine Sword tightly in his hand and refused to put it down, Ming Chongyan waved his hand casually, and the Huangquan short sword turned his fingertips and cut off all his five fingers, and the Tai'a Divine Sword fell to the ground with a snort and slanted into the ground.

Ming Chongyan kicked Murong Ye's corpse fiercely and sneered: "Idiot!"

Stretched out his hand to take the Tai'a Divine Sword, but before he touched the hilt, he only heard the sound of the bowstring buzzing in the distance, and a carved golden arrow shot like lightning, and the golden arrow feathers brought a burst of afterimage, like golden lightning that pierced the night, whining and going straight to the chest!

"Who dares to sneak up on me!"

Ming Chongyan was taken aback, but he didn't care at all in his heart, the body of the Onmyoji was not comparable to ordinary people.

Although they practice meditation and meditation all year round and lack exercise, their bodies have been constantly washed by the aura of heaven and earth, and the muscles, bones, bloodlines, and even the internal organs of the whole body contain pure true qi, which naturally forms a faint protective net on the outside of the body.

With his cultivation, if an ordinary sword wanted to pierce this protective net, it would not be possible to do it without super strength, not to mention that he also wore a gold silk soft armor with a precise texture.

This is also the fundamental reason why he was under Li Chunfeng's earth-shattering self-explosion, although he was injured internally, he was not penetrated by his energy like Murong Ye.

Ming Chongyan believed that with his own protective true qi and soft armor, the cold arrow shot from nowhere could not cause him any harm at all, and between the lightning and flint, the flying arrow had already reached his chest.

Poof!

With a muffled sound, the arrow feather had pierced into his chest, and the arrow was spinning at a strange high speed, many times higher than ordinary arrows, and the sharp arrow was forced into the delicate soft armor under the high-speed rotation.

Although there is no hole, it is also three points into the armor, and the most terrifying thing is that there is a layer of runes with brilliance on the shaft of the arrow, which easily breaks through his body's true qi, and the pain of the arrow piercing the skin makes his self-confidence shaken.

"Demon Breaker Arrow!"

Ming Chongyan's pupils shrank, and before he could slow down, the second carved flying arrow had broken through the air again, poof, inserted into his chest again, and the place where the arrow hit was where the first arrow feather broke through the soft armor, and the blood light first appeared, and a wisp of red flowed out along the tip of the arrow.

"It's you!"

At this time, Ming Chongyan finally saw a young man in a black cloak, standing in the dark shadow of a poplar tree in the distance, aiming at himself in the direction pointed by the magpie longbow in his hand.

Yuwen Chen Yijun's eyes were slightly raised, his right arm was violent, and the bowstring was violently pulled apart. Under the cold moon, the cold light was cold, and where the fingers were loose, the arrows were like cold stars, and they shot towards Ming Chongyan again.

He had been secretly waiting for this opportunity, although these cultivators were powerful, their martial arts skills were not outstanding.

The right talent Ming Chongyan, the method of sneaking up on Li Chunfeng and Murong Ye is not necessarily very clever, the flying sword method of these two people can be described as a god, but they all died in the hands of Ming Chongyan without exception.

Although these two people, one was highly poisonous in his body, and the other was suddenly attacked by Ming Chongyan when he was seriously injured, and he secretly succeeded in his plot, he firmly believed that if he was a martial arts powerhouse with superb martial arts, he could completely avoid Ming Chongyan's sneak attack.

Since Ming Chongyan could kill them by sneak attack, then with his superior archery skills, coupled with the demon-breaking runes engraved on the carved golden arrows, he could also shoot Ming Chongyan.

As he had expected, although Ming Chongyan had already discovered the carved golden arrow that was shooting at him, he still couldn't dodge it.

This series of three arrows was really too fast, and Ming Chongyan had just seen that the third flying feather arrow had already broken through his body's true qi and shot at his chest accurately.

The cold arrow, through the golden silk soft armor that cracked a little gap, pierced his skin and nailed it to his sternum, Ming Chongyan was shocked, and the sharp pain of the arrow piercing into the sternum finally completely destroyed all his self-confidence.

Originally, he was disdainful of worldly martial arts, but for the first time, he felt that his life was under a strong threat, and he could no longer care about the Tai'a Divine Sword at his fingertips.