Chen Changsheng didn't notice that it was suddenly dark.
Because he was shocked at this moment.
Liu Qing is the third assassin in the world. Su Li has taught his swordsmanship. He is extremely talented, extremely high-level, and most importantly, extremely determined. Back then in Xunyang City, he dared even stab Zhu Luo with a sword. Why didn't he dare to use his sword to that middle-aged scholar now that he was about to die
Could it be that this middle-aged scholar is stronger and more terrifying than Zhu Luo
Zhu Luo is full of wind and rain in all directions, and the people stronger than him on the mainland can be counted with two hands.
Is this middle-aged scholar so popular? Is it Nantie? Or, he is the old man Tianji
No, the middle-aged scholar is not similar to anyone in the wind and rain.
"Could it be His Majesty Baidi?" Tang Sanshiliu's face was very ugly.
In fact, there is no need to calculate carefully, the real answer is ready to come out, but they are in the mountains, no matter what, they can't think of it. Because there is no reason for that big man to appear in Hanshan, here, or here.
Beside the creek besides Liu Qing, there are some other people - Xiaode and more than a dozen strong monsters who look like subordinates.
More than a dozen strong monsters were scattered on the grass by the stream, while Xiaode stood in the stream.
Looking at the back of the middle-aged scholar in front of him, this big monster who concealed his inner arrogance with a violent appearance, calmness beyond imagination, and absolute realism, finally peeled off all the camouflage, his pale face was full of vigilance, His brown eyes were full of despair.
There was a sword wound on his body. Liu Qing, who gave him this sword wound, was bleeding from the corners of his eyes under the pressure of the middle-aged scholar, and he couldn't even pull out the sword. He knew very well that he and the middle-aged scholar How far is the gap in strength between scholars, so he is so desperate.
But desperation does not mean surrender, he exudes an increasingly violent fighting spirit.
He is worthy of being one of the top five real powerhouses on the Xiaoyao List. His performance on the mountain path before seemed to be far from his reputation, but this time he faced the real shadow of death and the night that shrouded Hanshan, and he truly showed his strength. Fearless will.
Xiaode's eyes fell on Liu Qing's right hand.
Liu Qing held the sword in his hand, trembling slightly, seemingly weak.
Xiaode is waiting for an opportunity.
He knew that only by joining hands with this strong swordsman in green who had hurt him, would it be possible to fight for an almost impossible chance of survival in front of this middle-aged scholar. He believes that he has not given up, and this man in Tsing Yi will not give up even more. No matter how much the hand holding the sword trembles, there will be a moment when it calms down.
It is a pity that the middle-aged scholar did not give them such a chance.
At the moment when Liu Qing's hand gradually stabilized and Xiaode's breathing became stronger, the middle-aged scholar turned around.
A moment ago, the middle-aged scholar looked at the lantern-like persimmons in the woods with his hands behind his back, like an official returning to his hometown for retirement.
At the next moment, the middle-aged scholar turned to look at them, with a calm expression, and returned to his identity as a peerless powerhouse.
The appearance of this middle-aged scholar is difficult to describe in words, because no matter whether Liu Qing or a star-gathering peak powerhouse like Xiaode, it seems that his brows and eyes are shrouded in a faint night, and it is impossible to see clearly. As for Chen Changsheng and the others on the mountain road, they were even more incapable of seeing this person's face.
One can only see...the world on the face of a middle-aged scholar.
The face of the middle-aged scholar is covered with brocade characters and landscape paintings. At one time, it is a desert with long yellow sand, and at another time, it is a magnificent blue sea. With eyebrows raised and lips raised, everything in the world moves accordingly. With a sense of absolute coldness.
Because there are all kinds of scenery in this world, but there is no one person.
Not a single person.
All of them are dead.
Seeing the middle-aged scholar's face, Liu Qing confirmed his guess, his face became even paler, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
That was when he bit his own tongue, and only in this way could he keep his mind.
In the depths of Xiaode's pupils that had begun to go berserk, there was a smear of blood gushing out, which was a precursor to using the monster blood to solve the secret method!
If the conjecture has been confirmed, then it is impossible to win any chance just by joining forces. They must use the most secret and powerful means to fight the other party desperately. And what makes them feel sad is that even if they try their best, they can't continue to live in this world. They just want to delay for a while and let the saints know what is going on by the stream, so that they will die unjustly... ok Well, being killed by this big shot is not wrong no matter how you think about it.
The middle-aged scholar didn't care about the psychological activities of Liu Qing and Xiaode, and didn't even look at them, even though they were two strong men at the peak of the stars, and they were ready to fight.
His gaze fell on the mountain road in the distance, and landed on Chen Changsheng.
As soon as this glance fell, snowflakes fell from the dark sky, fell on the mountain road, and also fell on Chen Changsheng's body.
Against the backdrop of the eerie night, the snowflakes falling from the sky looked extremely white, but extremely dangerous.
The temperature on the mountain road dropped sharply and became extremely cold. Chen Changsheng and others felt their bodies were frozen in an instant, and even the movement of the true essence in the meridians became countless times slower. If this situation was allowed to develop Go down, don't talk about fighting after counting breaths, I'm afraid even walking will become particularly difficult.
Feeling such a terrible danger, they naturally wanted to avoid it, but there were snowflakes everywhere on the front and back of the mountain road, and they had nowhere to go. Because those snowflakes seem to be soft, in fact, there seems to be an unimaginable amount of heaven and earth power in each thin snow.
At this time, a very hidden breath wave arose on the mountain path.
At some point, the manager of Tianji Pavilion touched the secret treasure hidden in his sleeve with his spiritual sense, preparing to warn the depths of Hanshan.
With a soft snap, the secret treasure was crushed by the snowflakes around the mountain road as soon as it breathed out, and the right arm of the steward of Tianji Pavilion turned into broken flesh and blood!
"There is an enemy!" The steward of the Tianji Pavilion was full of anger and despair, and screamed towards the depths of the cold mountain.
The howling sound failed to spread far, and was cut into pieces by the snowflakes all over the sky, and fell to the ground leisurely like dust.
At the same time, a stream of blood sprayed out from the steward's lips, and was instantly frozen into countless crimson particles by the severe cold, falling everywhere on the mountain road.
The steward's body fell down slowly, and he couldn't breathe anymore.
There was an exclamation on the mountain road.
The ascetics who participated in the stone boiling meeting looked angrily at the middle-aged scholar by the distant stream.
They couldn't see the middle-aged scholar's face clearly, but they could feel the middle-aged scholar's indifference or indifference.
It seemed like a trivial matter for this person to fall thousands of pieces of snow at a glance, trap everyone on the mountain path with a formation, and then kill a manager of the Tianji Pavilion at will.
From the moment his eyes fell, the middle-aged scholar had been looking at Chen Changsheng.
what does that mean
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