In the empty dry grass, a man slowly walked out of the dark corner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info A man in his early twenties, emaciated, green-haired, blue-eyed.

This man walked slowly, looking like he could be blown by even a gust of wind, but there was an indescribable brave and fierce aura circulating in his blue eyes, which not only subverted the impression of being weak and could not help the wind, but even felt indescribably indifferent and domineering, like a god of death overlooking the world, few people could not be in awe.

He had a sword strapped to his waist.

The casting process and size of this sword are no different from ordinary swords, this sword is just thinner and thinner than ordinary swords. In the martial arts, the guests who use swords are like carp crossing the river, and it is not uncommon for such a sword to be used.

But his sword was something that anyone would find unusual.

No sword in the world should have a scabbard, but this sword doesn't.

His sword is tied around his waist, his sword has no scabbard at all, anyone can see the style of his sword, in fact, there are few people in the world who do not know what his sword looks like, because he is an extremely famous person in the rivers and lakes.

Listening to the sword, Moye glanced at the strange swordsman who came out of the darkness, and there was no surprise in his eyes. Immediately, he swept over the chasing life standing on the other side, and said coldly: "The four famous hunters have just come to chase the two of them in cold blood, can they please move me to listen to the sword in the magic night?"

Cold-blooded, the person who came was the fourth among the four famous catches, but he was also the most praised cold-blooded in the martial arts.

There was no anger on his cold-blooded face, and there was no displeasure in his eyes. Cold-blooded stared at the Demon Night Listening Sword, and said word by word: "You really don't want to go with me?"

Listening to the sword in the magic night, he looked at the cold blood with a calm expression and a calm tone, and a look of respect flashed in his eyes, but the arrogance in his eyes did not decrease. Listening to the sword in his hand, Moye said disdainfully: "If the four famous people are caught here, there may be a chance to tie me up and go to the Shenhou Mansion or the six gates, but unfortunately only two of the four famous people have come now, so you are not qualified enough." ”

Cold-blooded looked back at the chasing life and said, "How?"

Chasing Life shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and sighed: "Although I am not willing to fight this super swordsman, it is a pity that although people are affectionate, the law is ruthless, so I can only reluctantly fight with him." He said the first word, and the cold blood had already pulled out the sword tied to his waist.

The sword light flew, and the brush brush had already stabbed the sword out.

After chasing the words of the general, the cold-blooded had already stabbed out seven seven forty-nine swords, each sword stabbed at the fatal part of the Demon Night Listening Sword, and each sword was extremely tricky and terrifying.

Cold-blooded did not formally practice any swordsmanship, his swordsmanship was realized from life and death, so his swordsmanship was absolutely simple and effective, and he definitely did not pay attention to any beautiful and complicated movements, so his sword was definitely extremely dangerous and terrifying.

This point has been felt by the Demon Night Listening Sword.

When he came out of the sword in cold blood, he had already seen that this cold-blooded martial arts attainment, who was very famous in the rivers and lakes, was not only inferior to him, but also inferior to chasing life, but it was such a swordsman whose martial arts attainments were inferior to him, but he made him feel dead several times.

The Demon Night Listening Sword, who has always been arrogant and conceited, can't help but have respect for the lone wolf and tiger opponent in front of him, but even so, the Sword of the Demon Night Listening Sword is not slow, although he has already sympathized with the cold-blooded at this moment, but he will definitely not show mercy to his subordinates.

The greatest respect for the Demon Night Listening Sword to the opponent is to show the mastery of the sword and assassinate the opponent under the sword. At this moment, the Demon Night Listening Sword already had the intention of killing the cold-blooded.

With a flick of his wrist, the purple iron sword in his hand spun quickly and slammed, shaking away the cold-blooded man and the sword, and at the same time, his hand instantly held the whirling sword, and the terrifying killing intent flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword swung out.

The tip of the purple sword flickered, instantly turning into two purple lightning bolts, and falling down with the cross of the long sword.

The sword light was uncertain, and the trajectory of the sword light was unpredictable, and it was heading down towards the cold-blooded negative pressure.

"Night Sword, Strike!"

In an instant, cold-bloodedness suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure sweeping over.

The cold-blooded expression remained unchanged, but there was already a look of horror in his heart. Cold-blooded looked at the two purple sword lights in the sky that had no trajectory and fell rapidly, and felt a terrifying pressure that could only be born in the master's place, which was a feeling of powerlessness like a baby.

However, the cold-blooded eyes were still firm, and he did not hesitate at all to stab several swords again, and the swords stabbed towards the two purple sword qi that fell from the sky like a cold light.

At this moment, the pursuit of life has also been launched.

He already knew that the magic night listened to the high level of sword martial arts attainments, so he had been on one side for the cold-blooded sweep array, at this moment seeing the cold-blooded in a desperate situation, naturally did not dare to slack off, others were faster than lightning, and instantly appeared in front of the cold-blooded, and he even had a sip of wine in his mouth.

When a man appears in front of cold blood, his mouth is ready to spit out.

The wine in the sky turned into a dark weapon in the sky, and went towards the lightning sword light that fell from the sky.

"Ding!" "Bang Bang!"

The three collided in mid-air.

The Demon Night Listening Sword, who is like a demon god, is facing a cold-blooded, life-chasing team, and this move of his extremely conceited Night Sword Strike can only be able to shake back the cold-blooded and life-chasing sword, and it does not work to kill.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the demon night hearing the sword, and he didn't expect that this move would be cracked in this way by cold-blooded and chasing life, but the curiosity in his eyes became more and more intense, and the long sword in his hand turned.

The iron sword turned into a moonlight, and once again came towards the cold-blooded attack.

Feeling the pressure of strong and terrifying, cold-blooded and chasing for life did not take a step back, the two rushed forward to fight with the Demon Night Listening Sword.

Cold-blooded sword stabbing out, stabbing out dozens of cold stars in an instant, and Chasing Life is the best footwork to deal with the Demon Night Listening Sword, his legs can be rigid or soft, and he can even fold completely at will, and he can kick at a position that even the Demon Night Listening Sword can't expect.

At this moment, even if you are arrogant and conceited like the magic night listening to the sword, you can't help but admit that the four famous catchers are really not in vain.

On the other side, Chu Feng did not leave, he sat on a boulder, a pair of eyes staring coldly at the Demon Night Listening Sword that was fighting, cold-blooded, chasing life, and his hands gently wiped the sword that had been pulled out and seen.

This sword may not be regarded as a great sword, but it is of great significance to Chu Feng, this is the sword forged for him by Invite Yue and Lianxing, this sword is not just a sword, but represents a memory.

A dusty memory of the past, every time Chu Feng took out this sword, the memories of the past in the Shifting Flower Palace would emerge little by little, the sorrow in the center of his eyes would become more and more intense, and the killing intent on his body would become more and more terrifying at this moment.

The three people who were fighting at this moment not only felt the sudden sadness and murder, but also felt an indescribable despair.

This despair does not seem to belong to this world, but transcends the cosmic wilderness, through time and space, and finally condenses into despair and sadness.

Listening to the sword in the magic night, he was not afraid of cold-blooded and life-chasing alliances, but at this moment, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Chu Feng who was wiping the iron sword on the stone, but a chill had already been born in his heart.

He likes to fight with people, he doesn't even care about his life and death, but he doesn't ask for death, at this moment he already feels the invisible threat, and at this moment, he can no longer exert his full strength with the cold-blooded, life-chasing confrontation, he must guard against Chu Feng's attack on one side.

Listening to the sword, Demon Night sighed in his heart, and he glanced deeply at Chu Feng in the distance, knowing that there was no point in this confrontation. The long sword in his hand struck horizontally, and the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, repelling the cold blood, and at the same time, he swung his left hand to expel a blow of vast palm strength and the collision of his chasing legs.

In this collision, the man flew backwards.

In mid-air, he swung the demonic purple sword again, leaving behind a majestic sword light.

Cold-blooded, life-chasing scattered the sword light, and the Demon Night Listening Sword had disappeared, and only a melancholy and mournful flute and low voice circulated in the night sky in mid-air.

This is the sound of the magic night listening to the sword before leaving. Soon the sound also dissipated into the air with the disappearance of the Demon Night Listening Sword.

"Hand over He's Bi, and everything will be over. ”

Chu Feng stopped his movements, and the words he uttered when he heard the sword leave echoed in his ears.

――Is this Magic Night Listening Sword the Magic Night Listening Sword in the Thunderbolt Puppet Show, why does he have He's Bi, and what secrets are hidden in this He's Bi? Why is Moye Tingjian so sure that He's Bi is in the hands of Chaser? Who handed He's Bi over to Chaser?

At this moment, Chu Feng's heart was full of doubts, but he did not continue to stay.

Chu Feng understood that if he stopped here at this moment, he could at least solve one or two doubts in his heart, but now Chu Feng was not ready to provoke the Demon Night Listening Sword or the Divine Marquis Mansion and the Six Gates, now he just wanted to understand the changes in the main world now and see the old people in the past, as for other things, he didn't care about it now.

Chasing his life, turning back in cold blood, Chu Feng had disappeared.

There are only two people in this empty area, chasing life and cold-blooded.

In front of the thatched hut, five corpses with terrified expressions when they died were lying on the ground, looking at the cold blood of the corpse's wounds carefully examined in front of the thatched hut.

For examining corpses, especially those with fatal blade wounds, Cold Blood is the best at this, and he does not need to interfere with it.

But soon the chase began to be curious, he had already burned a wildfire, and sat in front of the thatched hut looking at the cold-blooded who had been surveying for two quarters of an hour.

He is also a senior brother, he knows the skills of cold-blooded, even if it is a dozen or twenty corpses that died tragically, it doesn't take a quarter of an hour for cold-blooded people to clearly list why they died, the hour of death and the moves used by the murderer, they can simply be memorized.

But today is different.

However, Chasing Life did not go up to ask curiously, but waited for nearly half an hour before he walked to Chasing Life and sat down with a solemn expression.

Chasing Fate smiled reluctantly, handed a roasted chicken leg to Cold Blood, and asked curiously, "Is there anything wrong with these corpses?"

Cold-blooded shook his head and said lightly: "There is nothing wrong, it's just that the person who killed these people made a clean move, and used extremely ordinary moves, and more importantly, based on the footprints left on the ground, it can be seen that this person doesn't want to waste any strength at all." ”

Chasing Life couldn't help but think of Chu Feng's dance-like murder scene, shuddered, and said, "Can't you see what kind of sect this person is?"

Cold-blooded shook his head: "I don't know, if the person who fights him is a master like Moye Tingjian, I may be able to know, but these people are not qualified for him to use this martial art." ”

Chasing Life bit two muscles hard, and Chu Feng's decadent and cold face couldn't help but appear in his mind, and sighed lightly: "Now that the rivers and lakes and the court are extremely chaotic, I hope that this Chu Feng, who was born out of nowhere, will not let this rivers and lakes regenerate stormy waves." ”

Cold-blooded and didn't speak, he gnawed on the chicken legs, but there was a question in his mind: "Chu Feng doesn't listen to the sword competition with the Demon Night, doesn't he want us to see his family?"

The thought flashed away, and he stopped thinking about it in an instant, but today, whether it was cold-blooded or chasing his life, he couldn't help but remember a young man named Chu Feng.