The two figures, one black and one white, one strong and one thin, the man dressed in black had hideous scars on his face, which was not terrifying, and the man in white had a cold gaze like a poisonous snake. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

These two people are the people who are in the Drunken Moon Building, looking at Xiang Hui.

The man in black held a knife in his right hand, wrapped his arms around his chest, stared at the direction of Xiang Hui's departure with flickering eyes, and said in a low tone: "Do you want to do it." ”

"There's no rush. Hearing this, the man in white smiled slightly, and then said lightly: "There is the Zheng clan here, don't say that you and I are a small cultivator of the spiritual realm, even if it is a generation of the transformation realm, I don't dare to make a mistake here, and it is not too late to do it after he leaves the city!"

As he spoke, the two of them jumped down from the roof, and then chased after Xiang Hui.

......

Two quarters of an hour later, outside the city of Taihe, in the woodlands on the outskirts.

Sou!

During the gallop, Xiang turned around and paused for a moment, and then stopped in the forest to rest and adjust slightly.

"Whew!" Xiang Hui took out the water bag from the Qiankun bracelet, poured a mouthful of water, and then raised his eyes to look into the distance and whispered: "I knew this was the case, I should have purchased a carriage, just running like this, not to mention the physical strength, it would take too long......"

"Don't worry, soon you'll be able to travel the world. ”

Just as Xiang Hui was secretly pondering and slowing down, but when he heard two soft swishing sounds, the two monks who followed suddenly appeared from the big tree behind Xiang Hui.

"Huh?" Xiang froze at the sound, then turned to look at the two monks.

After distinguishing the appearance of the two, Xiang Hui raised his eyebrows, and then said lightly: "It's you?"

"Oh?" Hearing this, the white-clothed monk raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Since you know us?"

Xiang Hui nodded noncommittally, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "I saw you when I was eating in Zuiyue Tower. ”

Hearing this, the corners of the white-clothed monk's mouth raised, and then his eyes showed greed to stare at the Qiankun bracelet on Xiang Hui's wrist, and said in a calm tone: "Ming people don't say dark words, the two of us only seek wealth and don't kill people, as long as you obediently hand over the bracelet to me, we will never embarrass you!"

Hearing this, Xiang Hui frowned, and then said coldly: "You are actually robbers!"

Hearing this, the white-clothed monk turned his gaze and glanced at the black-clothed monk, then shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, spread his hands and said, "Sort of!"

Between the words, the white-clothed monk raised his head towards Xiang Hui, and then continued: "Boy, the one who knows the times is Junjie, it is better for you to obediently hand over the things to us." ”

Hearing this, Xiang Hui's heart sank, but he didn't have much fear, but looked at the black and white second cultivator with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Young Master Ben's things, no one has ever dared to rob them!"

Seeing this, the white-clothed monk's eyes were cold, and then he said in a condensed voice: "So, you refuse to pay?"

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Xiang Hui let out a cold snort, then squinted at the other party's movements, and said in a cold voice: "Long-winded, since you want it, just come and get it!"

Seeing that Xiang Hui was so self-controlled, the white-clothed monk frowned, and couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart, and his judgment on Xiang Hui became blurred for a while.

"Hmph!" At the same time, the black-clothed monk, who had never spoken, suddenly flashed his eyes, and then said in a cold voice: "I don't know how to lift!"

As he spoke, the man stepped on the trunk of the tree with his right foot, and immediately leaped down from the tree and swooped towards Xiang Hui.

Seeing this, the white-clothed monk's eyes flashed, and he immediately threw the doubts in his heart out of the clouds, and then flew down as well, and together with the black-clothed monk, he rushed towards Xiang Hui on the ground.

Seeing this, Xiang Hui frowned, and quickly raised his hand into a claw when he retreated, grabbing the oncoming two.

Sou!

When Xiang Hui waved his claws down, but listening to a whooshing sound, a huge wind blade suddenly appeared in front of Xiang Hui's body. The wind blade was pale green and three feet long, and it quickly slashed towards the black and white second cultivator.

Seeing this, the black-clothed monk pursed his lips and let out a disdainful sneer, then quickly reached out and drew his knife, slashing precisely at the middle of the wind blade.

Bang!

With a muffled bang, the whirling and rapidly shooting wind blade shook suddenly, and then broke violently, and it was actually cut in two by the black-clothed monk.

Bang bang!

The broken wind blade deviated from its trajectory and slashed heavily on the ground, marking two deep pit marks on the flat ground.

"Boy, it's too late for you to regret it now!" Seeing this, the white-clothed monk was stunned, and then quickly raised his hand into a palm and swiped it flat in front of him.

Whoosh!

The next moment, listening to a series of wind whistles, dozens of golden needles suddenly burst out from the palm of the white-clothed monk! The golden needles seemed to be true, but they were slightly illusory, and with a piercing whistling sound, they exploded towards Xiang Hui.

Seeing this, Xiang Hui's pupils shrank, but he did not dodge, but quickly clenched his hands into claws, and the claws were crossed and touched in front of his chest.

With Xiang Hui's movements, in front of him, eight huge wind blades instantly appeared. The eight wind blades and tails intersected, forming a windmill-like shape, and swirled rapidly in front of Xiang Hui's body, like an erected vortex, covering Xiang Hui behind.

Ping-pong ping-pong!

In the piercing impact sound, the wind whirlwind in front of Xiang Hui cracked the gap in the debut path in the earthquake, and the subsequent Xiang Hui was also forcibly pushed back under the huge impact.

Sou!

At the same time, the black-clothed monk suddenly flashed out from behind Xiang Hui, but saw that he held his knife high in both hands and slashed at the back of Xiang Hui's head.

As the black-clothed monk swung his sword, he opened his mouth and let out a low shout: "Flame Slash!"

Call!

In the midst of the loud shouting, but listening to a muffled sound, the long knife in the black-clothed monk's hand suddenly emitted a red fire. The light of the fire was extremely strong, and although it had not yet ignited a fire, it was already rising.

"Damn!" Sensing the sound behind him, Xiang Hui's pupils shrank, and he secretly scolded himself for not holding it up, and then his body fell sharply, and after avoiding the edge of the red knife, he quickly pounced diagonally.

After opening more attacks, Xiang Hui stopped abruptly in the roll, and then stretched out his right hand, shook it at the two of them, and shouted angrily: "Split Wind Slash!"

Airplanes!

But listening to a piercing humming sound, dozens of wind blades suddenly appeared outside the black and white monk's body. Those wind blades spread all around the two of them, like a whirling chaotic blade, slashing around the waist of the black and white monk.

Bang bang bang!

In a series of dull loud noises, the ground where the black and white second cultivator was located, dust rose in all directions, and broken earth flew everywhere, as if a firecracker had been ignited. And the black-and-white monk who was beheaded by the wind blade was covered by the flying dust, making it impossible to see his specific condition.

"Whew!" Seeing this, Xiang Hui breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned over and fought, muttering dissatisfiedly: "Don't mess with me......

"Stinky boy!" However, just as Xiang Hui was muttering to himself, the cold voice of the white-clothed monk suddenly came out of the dust.

"What!" Xiang Hui's pupils shrank, and then his eyes flickered to the dust, and the expression on his face suddenly became solemn.

Call!

Suddenly, there was a slight muffled sound, and the tall smoke and dust suddenly dispersed like a sensation, revealing a blue barrier within.

The barrier was blue and transparent, and its radius was one zhang long, like an inverted round bowl, guarding the black and white cultivators.

Inside the barrier, the black and white cultivators stood side by side unscathed, staring at Xiang Hui in front of them with a gloomy face. And inside the sword finger of the man in white, there was a blue note with intricate runes.

Seeing this, Xiang Hui frowned, and the solemnity on his face gradually dissipated, but in his heart, he no longer dared to be careless.

Burst!

At the same time, at the sound of a soft pop, the talisman between the fingers of the white-clothed monk suddenly trembled, and then turned into a piece of ash, dissipating invisibly. When the talisman dissipated, the barrier outside the black and white two cultivation bodies also slowly disappeared.

"Damn, dealing with a hairy boy, it took an innocent water control talisman!" The white-clothed monk stared at Xiang Hui's face with a blue face, and gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, even if you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, you don't want to live!"

As he spoke, the white-clothed monk clapped his hands into his palms and slapped them on his chest, and then shouted angrily, "Kill him!"

Airplanes!

At the same time, listening to the humming sound, the white-clothed monk's body suddenly emitted a faint golden light. The golden light was like a film of light, enveloping the body of the whitefriar.

Gurgle......

In the faint sound of a rushing water, the light film slowly condensed and penetrated countless tiny golden needles in the rapid wriggling. The countless golden needles spread all over the light film in front of the white-clothed monk, reflecting the white-clothed monk like a golden hedgehog.

Sou!

At the same time, the black-clothed monk also moved, brandishing a long knife with dazzling firelight, and rushed straight towards Xiang Hui.

"Damn, you have the ability to fight alone!" Seeing this, Xiang Hui was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly dodged and retreated.

Seeing this, the black-clothed monk let out a cold snort, quickly changed his hands to hold the knife, and then placed the long knife across his chest.

Boom!

The next moment, but listening to a muffled sound, when the face of the black-clothed monk suddenly turned strange red, the long knife in his hand suddenly surged red flames.

The flames were a foot high, surging violently, and the scorching heat emanated from them, instantly evaporating the moist air around them.

As soon as it was too late, the black-clothed monk waved the fire knife in his hand and instantly approached Xiang Hui's body.

"Suffer death, Burst Flame Slash!" the black-clothed monk stared at Xiang Hui with a cold look in his eyes, and suddenly slashed off the long flame knife in his hand.

"Bastard, don't underestimate people!" When the fire knife was approaching, Xiang Hui glared, but instead of retreating, he suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the fire knife that fell down!

Bang!

The moment Xiang Hui touched the fire knife, Xiang Hui's wrist sank, and while removing the force on the knife, the skin in his right palm suddenly turned black, rising bursts of scorched black smoke.

"Hiss!" Xiang Hui bared his teeth and let out a cold hiss, and then quickly poured the aura in his body into his right hand.

Call!

Under the infusion of aura, a flexible cyan aura barrier suddenly appeared in the palm of Xiang Hui's right hand, wrapping Xiang Hui's right hand. It was only at this time that Xiang Hui dared to use all his strength to hold the fire knife hard.

"What!" Seeing this, the blackfriar's pupils shrank, and he let out a low cry of surprise.

Bang!

In the moment when the black-clothed monk was stunned, Xiang Hui bared his teeth and let out an angry roar, and then his right hand clasped hard, and the flaming long knife suddenly exploded!

"Storm Fist!" After smashing the fire knife, Xiang Hui swung his fist upwards and slammed it into the face of the black-clothed monk.