It was said to pull the sword, but Yin Biyue's leaning on the lake only had time to draw half an inch.
The black shadow in the grass has been gaining momentum for a long time, and since he jumps out, he will never be given the chance.
The wild grass of Shino folded down fiercely, and Black Shadow slapped Yin Yin's right shoulder.The huge magic breath pressed, Yin Biyue crossed the sword to block, leaning on the lake still in the sheath, buzzed, and hedged against the magic breath.
Suddenly, the bright light shook in front of him, and the dagger in the opponent's sleeve hit the door directly. The sharp light made his eyes tingle for a moment.Yin Biyue flipped her wrist, leaned against the lake to change from stabbing, and lifted the dagger, but under her feet, she couldn't catch two steps back, so she could see the shadow.
It is different from the two pale-skinned demons I have seen in Nanlu.The other party was wrapped in a strict black cloth, the realm was restrained, the depth could not be seen, only a pair of cold and sharp eyes.
It took a long time for Yin Biyue to realize that this kind of person with the same appearance has a unified name, the hunter on the wasteland.
They lived, wandered and looted in the wilderness, and their prey was the drove away.Usually know how to fight, after patient observation, long ambush, judge the strength of prey, and then kill in one blow.
Now, the track of the hunter was exposed, and suddenly he failed to kill Yin Biyue. According to experience, he should leave at the fastest speed.But he didn't.
Because these two men's robes are gorgeous in workmanship, they look very rich, and their looks are innocent.After playing this hunt, it should be enough to eat half a year.Good deal.
Yin Biyue didn't know the other party's thoughts. In fact, from Hengjian to picking a dagger, but in an instant.Yihu Jian failed to shed the sheath at the first moment, making him panicked for a while, and quickly calmed down. The two steps back have subconsciously made "Taoshanhe".
These two steps were so fast that he won time.
Leaning against the sword, she jumped out of her sheath, her white figure leaped high, accompanied by the loud and long whistle echoing in the wilderness, pressing down against her opponent like a bird throwing a forest.
Others were in the air, but the grass on the ground suddenly separated to both sides, extending ten feet away.
Sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, like the sea turning.
It is the "He He Yun Yun" of Cangya swordsmanship.
He is now a Hinayana, and Zhenyuan and Kendo are different today.This sword is ten times more powerful than the zigzag event.
At the same time when the sword came out, Yin Biyue knew that the opponent's hundred responses had been quickly calculated, and even counted out of his twenty moves.
But he did not expect that the other party simply ignored his sword.
The dagger cut through the air and cut it into his throat.Clean and neat, like weeds to cut the road.
Because it is so simple and incredibly fast, the trajectory formed a black arc light.
The hunter is confident that he is faster than him, or at least as fast.Then when Yin Biyue's sword pierced his heart, he would also cut Yin Biyue's throat.
"Sting--"
The dagger's blade is white gas.It is the sound that the body of the Hinayana practitioner's body was broken.
In a few centuries, Yin Biyue even felt the coldness deep into the bone marrow.
Even though his sword had penetrated the opponent's body, the centrifugal vein was not more than half an inch, but he was forced to move and return to the sword defense.
Because he was really afraid.
It was not until this moment that he finally understood what the Juggernaut had just said.
This is a real battle between life and death.The opponent's striking style of injury-to-injury is far different from folding flowers.
In the face of an enemy with no fear of death, all exquisite swords and calculations are meaningless.
Yin Bi fell to the ground, and the hunter did not give him any breathing opportunities.The black arc of the short dagger blade splits the air, and the trajectory condenses into thin lines.
Numerous yellow grass blades were cut at the places where the lines passed, and the cuts were smooth.Dancing wildly in the autumn wind.
The trajectory of the dagger becomes a net, dividing the space on the wasteland chaotically.
This is the hunter's net.
And Yin Biyue is in this net, and he can't move forward.
"Zhengzhengzheng--"
The tightly piercing impact sounded resoundingly. In one breath, the leaning lake sword met each line, which was a million times with the dagger.
Yin Biyue flipped her wrist and thrust the sword straight to the ground under her feet.The ground cracked deep and cracks, and countless wisps of qi flew out of his body, cutting off the large black nets.
He drew his sword, and dirt and gravel splashed all over the sky.
Chilling at first glance, the hay in the wild condensed heavy hoarfrost.
Cold Water Sword!
The hunter flew with a short dagger, and he was about to confront him head-on.
Yin Biyue was quite sure that his sword would cut off the opponent's dagger.
No one knows the sharpness and toughness of Leihu better than him.
However, the next moment, his sword did not fall.
Because the short dagger of the opponent's right hand suddenly took off and threw him at the door, while the left hand strangely appeared a long knife that cut across his waist and abdomen.
Hidden knife in the sleeve.
The enemy never said there was only a dagger on his body.
No matter how seemingly favorable, it is foolish to get the hunter close.
"laugh--"
The white smoke rises, and the body is broken.
The method is shameless, but effective.
Yin Biyue blocked Thunder's dagger, but failed to protect the long knife.
The long knife came to the fore, and the magic breath was not heavy, but it still broke his body protection.Thin blood lines oozed from the robe.
He changed his sword fast enough not to be cut off by the waist.
From now on, although the two sides have made many moves, the fighting time is only half a cup of tea.
Yin Biyue has been caught in a dangerous situation twice.
This reminded him of the experience in the dark cave of Titian Mountain.If Brother is here, he is still a laggard.
Awful.
It is clear that he was directed by the world's number one sword saint all the way, clearly that he broke through the realm.
Still no progress.
Yin Biyue sealed the wound in the abdomen with the true yuan, and his face was silent like water.
A long knife breaks the wind.
The vast devil's breath exploded in the wilderness, with the blade as the center, and the wild grass in the four fields was shredded into powder, and it was like rain.
The hunter finally used the strongest means, because he was sure that his opponent had just gotten the sword, and at this time, he was in chaos.
If he wants to make a sword, he can't avoid it.
If he wants to retreat, then he can only retreat.
Yin Biyue only turned sideways, and at the same time, she produced a sword.
The violent true yuan is poured out, but it is not a blue sky.
He flew against the blade and robed and hunted.
There is no light, no sword.
Only full of depression, cut out in one sword!
Relying on the lake, he felt the master's heart and sang in the world.
So the autumn wind was quiet, and only the sound of this sword was left in the wilderness!
The sword saint looked slightly surprised after the grass.
This is the first time the battle is here.
After a breath, the swords never met.At the same time, it was lost in the opponent's body.
Hunters will not use magic breath to protect the body, that is considered waste.And Yin Biyue chose to use all the true yuan in the sword.
So at this moment quietly, only blood spattered.
The black and red blood became flowers blooming in the air.
The hunter's eyes froze in shock.
He didn't understand why his opponent's sword would be faster than him.What went wrong?
Yin Biyue drew his sword, and the dead demon fell backwards, smashed to the ground, and the smoke rose.
The opponent's long knife was also pulled away from his body, only a few centimetres away from the heart.
Blood flowed down the sword, and the wind was full of blood.
Juggernaut came out.
Yin Biyue's expression was faint, "Master, I'm not doing well... I'm similar to him, but I almost lost to him."
Juggernaut patted his shoulder, "On life and death, not on winning or losing."
Wei Jingfeng didn't say another word.This person's realm is actually higher than that of his apprentice, but the magic cultivation method is special and it is not easy to show coercion.
Yin Biyue was patted on the shoulder by Master.Yu Qi and daze disperse.
He smiled softly.
The burning sun fell on the wasteland, shining on his blood-stained white hair and eyebrow peak.
*************
It has been seven days since Luo Mingchuan came to the western land. He took the more than 300 disciples down the mountain this time.Parting halfway, one team escorted the drifters to the north, and the other team followed him to the west to eliminate the demon.
Everywhere on the road, traces of the devastation of Moxiu can be seen, and they have also fought against several lonely people.But he hasn't met the Moxiu Brigade.
Until entering this town.
The town was not prosperous, but now it is completely empty, and even the barking of chickens and dogs cannot be heard.The streets were littered with burdens and debris, which showed how frustrating it was to flee.Fortunately, there was no blood from the corpse, but the townspeople got the news early.
But there is still plenty of magical breath in this town.
Moxiu is still hidden here, but the enemy is dark, they are bright.
"Be vigilant at all times, don't disperse the team. I'll take a look at the height." Luo Mingchuan confessed, and flew towards the tower in the town.
He has a prestige among his disciples, no matter what arrangements are made along the way, no one raises objections.The follow-up facts prove that his decision is always the most appropriate and effective.
Luo Mingchuan looked far away from the tower, and Xiao Se's town had a panoramic view.Compared with Galan's pupil technique, the consciousness looks tasteless.He didn't need to deliberately ascend, but only to guard against the clues of the exercises.
It is now the first time he has used Hitomitsu since going down the mountain.Because he has intentionally reduced his dependence on it.
Mo Xiu showed signs in his eyes. The mansion east of the town had gathered at least a dozen people.They will have a special concealment technique that can gather their breath and avoid the observation of the consciousness.This exquisite concealment should be the person in the'Bi Palace' in the twelfth house.
Luo Mingchuan was staring at it, but suddenly took three steps backwards.
As soon as his footsteps fell, where he had stood, the blue bricks burst and burst!
The whole tower shook slightly.After the smoke and dust, the figure of the enemy appeared fully.The five people, Xiu Wei couldn't see the depths, and blocked his retreat everywhere.
Cangya disciples heard the sound, and some had rushed towards the tower.
Luo Mingchuan shouted while shooting,
"Don't come here! Be careful!"
The voice did not fall, and a miserable wailing sounded from the team.At the moment when they were attracted by the explosion, they did not notice that Mo Xiu came to him quietly.
The golden light of the Buddha's big handprint lights up on the tower, which is currently the fastest way to break through.The enemy standing in front of him was blasted away, but the remaining three gathered quickly.
One of them is the highest, and the other two are headed by him.
The thief captured the king first, Shen Zhoujian struck out the sheath, and chopped forward a sharp sword spirit.
The tower split at the foot of Luomingchuan, and the cracks extended all the way, and the gravel and dust burst into the sky.And it seemed that there was life together in Jian Zhou, and cut off the enemy with Jian Feng.
It seems like thousands of swords.
The rich magic breaths of the two opposites condensed into a substantial wall and blocked in front of the other person, and the man's hands changed rapidly, and the magic breath gathered into the sky.
Weng Ming shuddered, and countless swords from both sides met in the air.
Luo Mingchuan was anxious to go to the tower to assist Cangya disciples.
"boom--"
The wall of the magic breath was broken open, and the sword gas was vertical and horizontal.
The fragile tower was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.
In the overwhelming smoke, the man stood up in the air and was still printing.His face did not change, as if he did not see his companion fall or die.Wan Jian was born out of thin air.
Luo Mingchuan sank in his heart, knowing that he underestimated the strength and reaction of the other party.
It's too late to regain the sword, but the eyes can be faster than the sword.
His pupils shrunk, and the magic breath in front of him shattered.This earned him the time to make a sword.
Shen Zhou broke through the encirclement and came to the enemy.
The other party suddenly withdrew, shocked, and let the gravel penetrate the body.Blood is flowing like a spring.
He was finally pierced with a long sword, but he looked at Luo Mingchuan's eyes and shouted,
"Sovereign..."
Then it fell from the sky and fell into the ruins of the tower.