Starting from the Minshan Sword Club, Ding Ning of Baiyang Cave won the first place, Liang Lian sent troops to capture Bai Shanshui at night, and Changling was shaken. For the entire Great Qin Dynasty, many amazing events have taken place during this period. A period of time is actually not long.
Before the Minshan Sword Festival started, two practitioners dressed in ordinary Qin costumes set up two camps on a small hill and settled down.
The two obviously came together, but usually they don't talk to each other, and even the camps are divided into separate places, separated by a distance of tens of feet.
This small hill is located in the middle of Minshan Jianzong and Changling.
In the early morning of this day, the two practitioners who came at the same time but did not talk to each other saw a wisp of cooking smoke burning in the distant mountains at the same time, and then the two began to prepare at the same time.
Among them, the short-haired man with a slightly thin body rolled up his cuffs carefully, and then began to adjust his breath. Through continuous breathing, his face became more and more solemn and calm, and his whole body gave people a sense of letting go of the old and taking in the new, gradually revealing a layer of Jade fluorescence.
Another middle-aged practitioner tied his long hair with a wooden ring, wore a plain cloth robe, and had a pale face. He looked very much like a teacher from an academy in Changling.
His preparation is not like Mr. Teacher.
He just used a piece of white satin to keep wiping a small golden sword.
The short-haired man who was meditating was the first to sense something, raised his head, and looked coldly at a road in the direction of Minshan Jianzong.
After he raised his head for dozens of breaths, the shadow of a carriage slowly appeared at the end of his line of sight on that road.
But in the flash of his eyes, his sleeves swayed slightly, and two faint silver lights flew out, but they were not flying swords, but two strange silver flying insects the size of ordinary people's index fingers.
These two flying insects stuck to the ground, passing through the grass and fallen leaves, the light on their bodies disappeared, and they flew towards the road ahead of the carriage silently.
The middle-aged practitioner like a teacher looks at the sky calmly. He looks at the rising sun with clear eyes, not afraid of the dazzling light at all. His pupils are bright, and the light that falls into his pupils seems to It was stored in the depths of his pupils, and the depths of his pupils began to be densely covered with many golden threads.
The veins on the thin wings of the two strange silver flying insects are like naturally formed runes, and there is a thin layer of light yellow crystals condensed inside, which is the condensed matter of the heaven and earth vitality that the short-haired man constantly poured into during his daily practice. .
At this time, under the guidance of his mind, the wings of the two long silver worms converged, and then they burrowed into the soil under several fallen leaves, waiting for the carriage to arrive.
As the carriage got closer and closer, the brows of the two cultivators unconsciously frowned slightly.
The aura of the practitioner in the carriage was extremely faint to them and could be ignored, but the aura emanating from the practitioner of the Minshan Sword Sect in a sapphire-colored robe sitting at the front of the carriage was extremely terrifying , separated by a long distance, even made their sea of qi unconsciously vibrate until slightly numb.
It's just that this is a two-to-one situation. During the few days they stayed here, although they didn't talk to each other, the two practitioners had a lot of understanding of each other's realm and some unique methods. Clear cognition, so at this moment the two practitioners still have very strong confidence.
In particular, they can be sure that this Minshan Sword Sect practitioner is not Tantai Guanjian.
As long as it is not Tantai watching the sword, in their view, even if Geng Ren and others come, they still have a great possibility of assassinating them.
The carriage was still far away from the lurking place of the two silver worms, but there was no sign, the expressions of the two practitioners changed drastically, and at the same time, they felt the coldest threat of death covering their bodies.
The middle-aged practitioner with the appearance of a teacher let out a stern scream, and instantly ignited many golden fire threads on the small golden sword in his hand, and many golden fire threads also ignited around his body at the same time, forming a unique cage to cover himself and his side The body of the practitioner.
However, it was still too slow. When these golden lines of fire ignited, a gray sword light with terrifying killing intent had already landed on the neck of the short-haired practitioner.
At this time, the short-haired cultivator had just fully revealed his powerful state, and the massive heaven and earth vitality in the sky fell down like a mountain and merged into his body. At the same time, the amazing true essence and heaven and earth vitality accumulated in the meridians in his body also Just started to burst out.
There was a soft pop.
The moment this short-haired practitioner, whose cultivation base had already reached the mountain-moving realm, had his head cut off by a sword at the moment when he could not make any unnecessary moves in the future, under the powerful gushing of vitality, not only his head flew high When he shoots it out, even all the blood in his body is sprayed to the sky above in an instant, turning into countless dust-like blood droplets and scattering, dyeing the rain and mist above with a layer of red.
There is no bloody smell on this hill. The headless corpse lost all the blood and turned into a dry corpse that fell forward like a piece of rotten wood. The picture looked terrifying and even disgusting.
The golden wire of fire finally formed a cage, enveloping the middle-aged practitioner with the appearance of Mr. Teacher, but even under the light of the golden fire, Mr. Teacher's complexion was extremely pale.
"A practitioner from South Vietnam?"
A devil-like straight voice sounded from the forest on one side, and then a figure of a man wearing only close-fitting clothes appeared in his sight.
"Are you a practitioner of Yelang?"
Two consecutive uncertain soliloquies struck the heart of this middle-aged practitioner who looked like a teacher like a heavy hammer, causing the golden lines of fire around him to tremble slightly.
In the corner of his eyes, the carriage was still moving forward, but the terrifying aura on the front of the carriage had disappeared. The cyan figure that had been sitting quietly had disappeared at this moment, and only an empty sapphire-colored robe was hanging down on the front of the carriage. seat.
"who are you?"
The middle-aged practitioner who looked like a teacher spoke out with difficulty.
He already understood how the other party approached him quietly, but he still couldn't understand how there could be such a terrifying practitioner in the Minshan Sword Sect besides Baili Suxue and Tantai Guanjian. How could it be possible to prop up that garment with only a mass of heaven and earth vitality, without hiding the perception of myself and the grand master from South Vietnam.
"Who sent you here?"
Looking at the pale face of this middle-aged practitioner, Shao Killer didn't answer his question, but asked rhetorically.
The middle-aged practitioner pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.
Shao Killer's complexion didn't change much. He was not good at such things as coercion, and he didn't have much interest. There was only one thing he was good at in his life, and that was killing.
He draws the sword.
A straight sword without any fancy tricks.
The tip of the light gray crystal-like long sword in his hand directly hit the golden fire curtain with incredible speed.
The middle-aged cultivator uttered a scream in horror, and the true essence in his body gushed out unreservedly. The little golden sword shone so brightly that it seemed to be melting. On the gray long sword, golden flames swept up the gray sword body like gold liquid, and were about to cover Shao Murder's five fingers holding the sword.
Shao Killer frowned slightly, and opened his mouth to spray without changing the posture of holding the sword.
A small blue sword as thin as a bamboo leaf spewed out from his mouth, pierced through the shattered golden lines of fire, and pierced the middle-aged cultivator's forehead.
The middle-aged cultivator was horrified, flicking the five fingers of his left hand repeatedly, several substantial sword qi hit the small cyan sword repeatedly, and sent the small cyan sword flying.
Shao Killer's left hand trembled slightly, and a thin and transparent sword light shot out from between the nails of his index finger.
The middle-aged practitioner twisted his body forcefully, trying to avoid this tiny sword light, but with a pop, his eyes widened to the extreme, and he looked down in disbelief, only to see that a ball had already gushed out of his abdomen. Bloody.
Shao Killer retreated calmly.
The golden flame scorched the skin of his fingers, but he couldn't get in.
The middle-aged cultivator, whose sea of qi was pierced, knelt down on the ground.
Looking at Shao Killer's toes, he realized that the sharp edge jumped out from the sole of Shao Killer's foot. This middle-aged practitioner was full of unbelievable and absurd feelings in his mind.
How can such a powerful practitioner still use so many small tricks, how can there be so many small tricks!
Shao Killer has no interest in paying attention to the thoughts of this middle-aged practitioner.
For him, for a long time, killing meant only survival.
He swung his left hand without bluntness, and a sharp breath flew out along his palm, cutting across the neck of this middle-aged cultivator.
The head of the middle-aged practitioner also fell from his neck and rolled down the slightly sloping hillside.
Shao Killer turned around reassuringly.
The carriage has reached the bottom of the hill.
Feeling this thrilling but unmoving battle, a smile appeared on the corner of Ding Ning's mouth in the carriage.
No matter who arranged such two assassins, he would definitely be extremely annoyed and heartbroken at this moment.