The heavens and the earth were silent, as if only the remnant knife glowed with a reddish glow remained.

There was a muffled sound, a tiger roar sounded, and the black ripples of the riot in the sky trembled slightly, and they actually changed direction, and then a wave of brains poured down, and the earth suddenly seemed to be deeply sunk into it by a huge oppressive force.

Qin Fan stood quietly aside with the remnant knife, and the wind bear and the snow fox were affected by the aftermath of that huge force, although they were injured, they were not serious.

The breeze blew up the snowflakes, which fluttered and fell on the three of them, a little embarrassed.

After a long silence, Qin Fan slowly turned his head, waved his hand at Qin An and Lao Jiu, and said, "Let's go." ”

The wind bear and the snow fox looked at Qin Fan and his party who disappeared on the snow so quietly, a little stunned, and they didn't know who spoke: "I think I'm starting to like this boy." The other was silent for a while, staring at the strings of footprints in the snow and saying nothing.

"Be careful, the evil path and the righteous path are ready to take action, you can't escape the ...... at all" A soft voice sounded, this was the cold voice of the snow fox, but I don't know if Qin Fan heard it, or if they heard it, they wouldn't care at all.

Wind Bear and Snow Fox glanced at each other, and the two of them spoke almost at the same time: "The high-level instrument spirit that launched the guqin is not his, but what the hell is that?"

The wind and snow rose again, and it took a while for Feng Xiong to seem to remember something, and he opened his mouth to say a name: "Fairy Gu Yao?!" Snow Fox frowned slightly, and then said: "No wonder it looks familiar." ”

......

Crossing a wilderness, Qin Fan no longer rode on Lao Jiu's body, but led Lao Jiu with Qin An and walked forward without hurry, but Qin An always felt bitter in his heart when he looked at his eyes covered by white cloth, but she still didn't say anything, didn't ask anything. Because she knew she couldn't help at all.

In front of the city, a few guards are still standing sparsely under the city gate, looking at the passers-by with some boredom, and even dozing off, this is the city gate into Zhongzhou, out of this city gate is out of Zhongzhou, then Ningzhou, and finally overseas.

It's just that the righteous way will kill him because he colludes with the demons, and the evil way will also snatch and kill him for the sake of that treasure. Many ranger warriors will also despise him for colluding with monsters to fall into the well, unconsciously he has been surrounded by enemies, and now he just hopes that those people will come slowly, probably because of the emperor's death, now out of Zhongzhou, wars are raging, and the emperor's orders are rarely as strong as before.

But this will only be more dangerous, from the monks to the robbers and thieves, if you want to come to such a lax guard, the order to kill and arrest yourself should not have been passed on yet!

Soon out of this city gate, Qin Fan could still feel the faint footsteps behind him, I don't know what the reason is, the killer hidden in the shadows never made a move, it may be that he witnessed Qin Fan's mighty sword, or he may be afraid of the strange weapon spirit that has already dissipated the black fog. In short, he never made a move.

And Qin Fan and Qin An also seemed to deliberately ignore the threat behind them, and while talking, they moved forward, passing through one city and town after another, these places Qin Fan didn't know, but he just wanted to go to the west, because he knew that he could always reach his destination all the way to the west.

Finally, when he couldn't remember how many towns he had experienced, they came to a new town, which, unlike all the previous ones, seemed to be quiet, as if it had no life, dead and desolate. Qin Fan's footsteps paused, and then he sped up again.

The wind and snow came head-on, and there was a sharp sound of breaking the air, which was the strange sound of sword qi tearing through the sky.

"Where are you going?"

Guang Lingzi stood on top of the house in a white dragon and tiger robe, but he was alone, and he asked questions with a calm face.

is calm because he is full of confidence, and it is not difficult to see with his strength that almost none of Qin Fan's ** is intact, and the seriously injured ** doesn't know what he has experienced, and he has become more injured and injured. Of course, even if he is intact, he can't hurt him.

Hearing this calm question, Qin Fan suddenly became a little nervous, he naturally knew his situation clearly, the knife from the day before would naturally not be extraordinary, at that time, he suddenly found that the strange machine spirit would not listen to the orders of his "master", so he had no choice but to urge the remnant knife and beat those fierce attacks aside.

But how can there be nothing at all, for a few days in a row, his internal organs seem to be displaced, the pain is unbearable, fortunately, he is used to the pain, and the side effects of forcibly urging the knife are gradually disappearing, but he will always feel a burst of dizziness, this kind of vertigo is very sad, this is mental pain, this pain is far more torturous than **, several times he has a kind of vomiting ** , but he still held back after all, because Qin An was here, if she really showed an unbearable appearance, how could she feel at ease, so she has survived until now.

But this time he couldn't hold on, and there was no way to force it. For the first time, he felt the gap in this realm, and the Guangling Taoist priest in front of him gave him a completely unpredictable feeling, like the sea, and like a mud pool, don't think about coming out if you fall into it, this person in front of him is like the sky standing horizontally in front of him, and if he wants to leave the great wilderness, he has to push this day away.

Qin Fan didn't answer, but just clenched the remnant knife in his hand. In the face of Qin Fan's silence, Guangling Zhenren did not get angry, nor did he say anything else, but continued very calmly: "Hand over that thing!"

Qin Fan could feel a storm of inhibition, as if the sea in front of him was brewing a terrifying torrent of waves, and he was alone looking at the rough sea in front of him, listening to the roar of the sea, and standing quietly.

At this moment, he is facing a righteous person, whether it is an image issue or from a moral point of view, as a famous faction of the righteous path, there will always be some rules, so he has to say a few words to Qin Fan first, and even if it is a move, they will predict the opponent and say, "I am going to do it", this is the right way.

"What a fair and upright path, hehe. Qin Fan sneered in his heart, looking at this righteous path master, he didn't speak, a gust of wind blew, and the air seemed to be filled with a cold murderous aura.

The town was quiet, there was wind and snow falling from the buildings, Qin An could see many scattered monks around him, and faintly could see many ranger swordsmen in ambush, but they didn't make a move, they were all waiting for the young man's answer.

At the beginning, a poor orphan boy is now a well-known figure in the entire Great Wilderness Kyushu, who doesn't know that he is an ordinary teenager, and now he is the goal of all the evil ways and even the ranger warriors, his name has spread throughout the Great Wilderness cultivation world since the Jiuhua Mountain Incident, and even some ordinary people can know some rumors and legends, whether it is the notoriety of colluding with monsters, or the strange treasure that can become immortals and attain the Tao, in short, the original nameless people have successfully transformed into the "Tang monk meat" that everyone is hot at. ”

Of course, there is no Tang Seng in this world, and he will not be the Tang Seng who is helpless to be killed. So, he drew his sword, but the Guangling real person seemed to see through his intentions, and just smiled at him, and he didn't move anymore, and froze in place.

It was an oppression from the soul, even if it was just a smile, it was like a huge mountain, and he finally knew that he could not win, there was not a single possibility, not even a trace of hair.

The scene became quieter, dead silent. Qin Fan slowly lowered his head, and the hand holding the remnant knife tightened, he still had no intention of giving up the attack.