Volume 3 Chapter 3

A black swordsman, who abandoned his bow and took his sword, broke his skin in the rain and fell to the ground in a blur of flesh and blood.

Even if the heart is like a rock, these swordsmen in black are completely red eyed and emit a roar that is not like a man.

However, the woman in white is still standing well, only raindrops and other people's blood are floating on her.

The sad looking middle-aged man and the green shirt "master" holding the oiled paper umbrella came together, but they were still looking at each other side by side, watching the last swordsman in black flying out in the shrill scream, falling on the ground, and there was no sound.

In the muddy official road, there are only four women in white, middle-aged men with sad faces and four Li Qilong, a "master" in a blue shirt with an oil paper umbrella and a judge's pen in hand.

For a moment, the heaven and the earth were in silence, only the sound of the rain was softly ringing, and no one started first.

The woman in white has already dropped the sharp axe still dripping blood. Her eyes first fall on the strange hair style of the middle-aged man with sad face. She asks calmly and calmly, "are you from the south?"

"I'm going to learn from Longji cliff when the sand falls in autumn. It's from the south where you said, Princess Chang." The sad looking middle-aged man nodded his head slightly. Although he was a little older than the woman in white, he was very clear in his heart. No matter from identity or cultivation, the other side was also worthy of the words "elder". So his eyebrows were very natural and more peaceful than before.

"That's the student of the thousand devil cave." The woman in white nodded lightly: "it's at least two months' journey from Qianmo Grottoes to Rudong mausoleum. You've had a hard time driving."

The sad looking middle-aged man and the green shirt "master" with the face hidden under the oil paper umbrella are all slightly stunned. They have tried to imagine how to face the white woman with the most noble blood of the Yunqin empire in their mind for countless times. However, when they did not expect to face it, the other side said such a sentence.

"Not hard." During the silence, the middle-aged man with a slightly stiff face shook his head: "I've been in qianxiashan, so it's not too far to get here."

"Our Empire has always attached great importance to martial arts and courage After your death, I will send your bones back to qianxia mountain and let you return to your hometown. " The woman in white looked at the middle-aged man with sad face and said lightly.

If she changed others' words, maybe anyone would feel arrogant and arrogant to the extreme, but from her mouth, the middle-aged man with a sad face turned forward slightly, solemnly made a gift: "thank you for your kindness."

The woman in white nodded slightly, turned to look at the green shirt under the oiled paper umbrella, "master": "what about you?"

The "master" of the green shirt was silent and did not answer. The white woman's mouth is a little cold, and she no longer says, "who will come first?"

the middle-aged man with a sad face wryly smiles: "let's come first, younger generation."

As the rain continued, there was a sharp and clear sound in the sky and earth. The sleeves of the cotton padded robe on the right hand of the sad middle-aged man were all split. A purple thin sword pulled out a piece of shadow in the air because of its extremely fast speed. It came to kill the woman in white!

The woman in white stepped lightly and the white axe in her hand swept out. She cut the purple sword in the middle-aged man's hand accurately and made a deafening sound.

The sad looking middle-aged man was shivering all over. The whole man was shaken out by the powerful force and fell into the mud after several meters. His face was pale. However, the thin and transparent purple sword in his hand was not damaged at all. Only a little purple light swam on the sword.

"Purple Jade As expected, he is a disciple of the thousand demons cave. " Just like knowing the thoughts of all the people in front of us, the woman in white didn't attack, but nodded slightly with approval.

The middle-aged man with a sad face smiled bitterly again, and there was a loud and clear sound in the rain curtain. His man and his sword broke the water mist again and reached the woman in white. However, the action of the woman in white was still very simple. The battle axe faster than the middle-aged man made the middle-aged man take back the sword, lay in front of him, and then fly out again.

"When When... When... "

The shadow of purple sword kept circling beside the woman in white. The middle-aged man with sad face flew around the woman in white like a big bird. But the result of the attack with weapons was that his face became more pale, his right hand with sword became more trembling, and his mouth began to ooze with drops of blood And then, drops of blood, from his nostrils.

The face of a woman in white is not half intolerant, just waving a battle axe, forcing the middle-aged man to step back and come out again and again.

All of a sudden, she took another step forward. There was no huge breath in her body, but the middle-aged man couldn't support it any more. The yellow light on her body went out like a candle fire. When the purple sword in her hand blocked the axe, it was shaken off from her hand, and the body of the sword hit him heavily.

It's like being hit by a huge hammer instead of a thin sword body. The chest of the middle-aged man with a sad face sinks in a moment, his hands fall down powerlessly, fly backward and fall heavily in the mud.

The blood in his mouth and nose flowed like a trickle, which made him unable to breathe at all, but his face was very calm.

"Elder martial brother Ouyang, it's up to you." I don't know what kind of willpower and willpower drove him. After suffering from the already fatal trauma, the military strongman of Wang Mang Dynasty, who clearly knows what this event means than Li Qilong, didn't die immediately, but couldn't look at the gray and black rain curtain above, mixed with a mouthful of blood and rain, and said such a sentence.

The "master" in the green shirt holding the oiled paper umbrella silently bowed down to salute the strong man who was trapped in the mud.

In the middle of deep bending, the rain around him was suddenly bound by the vibration in the air, everything seemed to slow down.

"Ka..." Under a strange and powerful tremor, the oil paper umbrella in his hand completely turned into debris, and collapsed in the rain, revealing a pale and young face.

The green shirt "master" who was hidden under the awning and then under the oil paper umbrella, his hair and eyebrows were snow white.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The face of this man is filled with solemn and firm white hair. His heart suddenly makes a drum like sound. With the sound, the blood vessels under his skin all stick out, become thick and ferocious, and start to turn into horrible black, like a black line on his body.

"Purgatory mountain!" Li Qilong, who was standing in the muddy official road, looked at the change that happened to the "master" in the green shirt. His body began to shake uncontrollably. He did not know whether it was because of the cold or because of the panic.

All of a sudden, he was completely lost. A pair of judges' pens in his hands fell into the mud, crying like a woman who was raped: "impossible! How can you be the man of purgatory mountain! "

As the admonition that the middle-aged uncle left to Lin Xi said, there are too many unknown places and too many strong ones in the world. The Yunqin Empire has qingluan college, and the Wangmang Dynasty in the South also has the existence of purgatory mountain.

It's not terrible to be strong. What's terrible is that the strong people who come out of places like purgatory mountain will appear beside themselves.

Since there is a strong man who is a scholar in purgatory mountain, what else should he do?

"Have I experienced all kinds of battles, and I have not been able to climb to such a high position as the governor of the mausoleum, yet I have not been exposed to the so-called power?" It's just a piece of chess played by those people? "

He thought that he had entered the real power class, but until now, he vaguely realized how shallow and vulgar he was before.

The whole body of the sad middle-aged man on the muddy ground jerked violently, and there was some strange wind in his collapsed chest. The blue shirt "master" with black blood lines knew that the sad middle-aged man had reached the last moment, and he was also very clear that the sad middle-aged man was holding on so hard just for He took a look at the final result, and this kind of hard support must also be extremely painful, so he wanted to end this matter soon, so he took a deep breath with the greatest strength of his whole body, and let the soul power in his Dantian all run between his blood vessels.

All the rain and fog outside him suddenly turned into white gas, but just as he was about to step out towards the woman in white, his face suddenly tightened, and he suddenly felt that the air around him suddenly had a strange vibration.

And the strange vibration came from his feet, from the mud underground.

Suddenly, the strong man from the holy land of Wang Mang Dynasty thought of some possibility, and raised his foot abruptly, as if he wanted to step on the muddy official road. However, it was too late. An extremely weak sword light shot out of the mud with blood water, bypassed his foot, and then suddenly accelerated, making an amazing roar in the air, "poof" a light sound. The sword light cut all the black blood veins protruding from his right neck, flew into the sky, and suspended above his head.

The "master" in the green shirt covered his neck, but the black blood was still shooting from his fingertips like arrows.

He stared, until then he could see clearly that the girl in blue who had been sitting in the front of the car had walked out of the carriage full of black arrows and looked at the flying sword above his head.

That flying sword is a broken sword without handle. It's silvery and glittering with cold light. Besides some detailed runes, there is also an obvious ice crack.

"How could it be!"

The "master" of the green shirt slowly knelt down in the big pit he stepped out of, and the rain accumulated in the pit flooded his waist and abdomen. He looked at the young girl in blue who was wearing two lambhorn braids, but his face was childish but totally ignored the blood on the ground and the broken body. His eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension: "how could it be You are only so old. How can you control the flying sword more than 50 steps? How can you achieve the cultivation of the holy master! "

Perhaps because he knew it was in vain, he let go of the hand covering his neck, and the black blood gushed out from his neck. Looking at the continuous flow of black blood, the young girl in the green blouse frowned slightly, but still seriously replied: "I was born tender And I'm a genius. "