boom--

The blade light seemed to be torn apart in people's sight, twisting and scattering, and the air was shaken out of ripples.

"What a heavy demonic aura!!"

The man in the temple pillar hat had a cloak, with a slightly slanted face, his eyes slanted to the five scholars in the corner of the wall, and he spoke hoarsely: "When you hear something wrong, go immediately, and to the north is Shangyong City."

The corner of the tent rolled up, the floor tiles were cracked under his feet, and he dragged a long-handled knife to pull out the afterimage, and rushed out of the temple gate's vision. The black shadow breaking out of the ground was a root, like a long tongue dancing in place.

"Don't be crazy!!"

The swordsman shouted loudly, took two steps in his hand, and greeted the beard outside the temple. The blade roared, accompanied by the roar of "Drink--" and slashed out with one hand.

The moment of contact.

The roots suddenly shrank, drilled back into the soil, and the cut-off edge fell on the ground. There were ripples on the ground and a layer of soil spreading around.

Under the hat, the one-armed swordsman narrowed his eyes and slowly swept across the ground. The right ear was slightly unpredictable. The next second, he lifted the knife with one foot, raised the long knife with one arm, flipped it from the top of his head, and inserted the tip of the knife straight into the ground on the other side, and the blade was more than halfway into the blade.

"Demon, die!"

The swordsman roared, grabbed the handle and twisted it. It was a "swish" sound, and a large amount of white air was leaked from the ground, and a small bundle of earth immediately flew away from the distance with the naked eye.

"Go? Where is it that easy-"

The knife edge reversed, and the swordsman pulled a backwards, pulled out a round of knife energy along the ground, chasing the soil behind the earth bun. The soil burst and tear it apart, and in a blink of an eye, caught up with the flying earth bun.

There was a loud bang.

Countless mud chips burst and splashed.

The smoke and dust filled the swordsman's cloak was stroking his cloak to sweep away the dust, holding the hilt tightly, the long sword fell to the ground with a buzzing look in front of him, his ears kept shaking, listening to the subtle movements that ordinary people around him could not detect.

As a warrior, the four senses are essential. In the past three years, since experiencing the battle with monsters, except for the transcendent perception of swordsmanship, the rest is to continuously improve these four senses, and he can be keenly caught by him at any moment of movement.

The fire from the temple gate swayed, and the light shone inch inches of mud in front of him flew into the sky, and more than ten black shadows that were more than twice as big as a person broke through the ground. The sound was like rocks shattering, and a few bangs swept across the ground like a sky covered in the sky.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh--"

The swordsman roared repeatedly, pressed the handle of the knife, dragged the knife to the ground and ran upwards against the more than ten giant black shadows. He kicked his feet, avoiding the rhizomes that were smashed, and raised his one arm and slashed off another giant object. The juice splashed everywhere. The moment he split, his body took a step and avoided it quickly. His body was interspersed among the giant objects, retracted the knife, raised the knife, and kept slashing like a storm. The air was full of tearing and slashing.

The five scholars hiding in the temple stretched out their heads by the door and looked out. In the stunned scene, they could not understand what kind of power this ultimate martial arts was. In the dim sight, countless sword lights were flashing.

Outside, the blade rolled up wind and thunder and slashed into the giant rhizome. The roots that had cracked the holes suddenly tightened, clamping the blade. In the darkness, a nearby rhizome suddenly swept across.

Facing the black shadow that rapidly enlarged the bottom of his eyes and covered his sight, the swordsman stopped his hand from the hilt, put his arm across his chest and calmed his breath.

The next second, the arm touched the dark rhizome.

The resisting arm was pressed back to his chest, and the air was vibrating and making a muffled sound. He stepped back and retreated violently, and the soil under his feet guessed several deep traps.

"There is a thousand-year-old monster hidden here, and no one can beat you. I will help you!"

There was a sudden shout from the temple. The five scholars at the door subconsciously turned around, and a shining light flew out from above their heads. Following that, the bearded man on the side bedroom beam rushed out of the temple door with a wooden box on his back and jumped into the air.

He slapped the wooden box behind him.

"Divine Sword Subduing the Demon--"

The wooden box opened, and small swords flew out from both sides, illuminating magic light. In the air, the man with a whispered beard hovered, and his palms lit up yin and yang, and rushed towards the dense rhizomes below.

Countless dense small swords were nailed to the rhizome like raindrops, and a sneer sounded, and blue smoke came out, sweeping away the rhizome of the swordsman, pausing for a moment, quickly shrank back, and in an instant, he crawled back again.

"receive!"

The bearded man landed on the ground, pointed his sword back, and the small sword returned to the wooden box, looking at the swordsman there.

"How is the injury of brother Tai?"

"I can't die..." The swordsman opened his hand with one hand, grabbed the long knife on the ground from the air, swung his arm, and the tip of the knife hung.

"You and I work together to kill the demon here..."

Before his last word "kill" was released, the cold moonlight on the ground gradually faded away. In the mist in front of him, two fox monsters who had not realized their destination had fallen down, waving their long sleeves in the gauze, standing on both sides, and lowering their bodies.

"Welcome grandma."

Behind the mist, a slim figure was vaguely supported by several nerd boys wearing red bellybands. They walked slowly and showed off. They were black hair high with golden hair and jade bells at both ends. They came to the middle of the second fox and stood there slightly over the black robe with gold silk robe and a black gauze hanging on her face.

The golden sharp fingers stroked a naughty boy's head, and suddenly the sounds of men and women suddenly sounded behind the veil.

"You are the ones who ruined my Lanruo Temple?"

The second fox looked at each other, hurriedly snuggled over, and said softly while kneading:

"Yes, grandma, it's these two."

"The two of them are full of energy, and they may be able to recover the wounds of the thunder for grandma." "When grandma recovers, she will no longer have to rely on the old monster of Black Mountain."

As soon as the Red Fox finished speaking, the black robe brushed her mouth and hit her face with a slight slap. She immediately knelt on the ground and shivered.

"The Black Mountain Old Demon is also what you can call him?"

The woman with a black background and gold-edged veiled eyes at the two of them, and several scarlet tongues poked out. The swordsman grabbed the handle of the knife and rushed out two steps. Then the bearded man carrying a wooden box grabbed his shoulder and looked up at the covered Xingyue.

"Before this demon showed his true body, the demonic energy had already covered the stars and moon. You and I can't stand it, go quickly!"

He pulled the swordsman back quickly and shouted at the five scholars who were still watching in the temple.

"Go!"

The five people who suddenly woke up from the other side rolled and crawled out of the temple gate. Before they could run two steps, a rhizome drilled out of the ground, wrapped around their ankles and spread quickly.

"I just knew there was no good thing to walk at night..." "It's not okay if we are not close to women... Um..."

As they twisted, countless corpses wrapped the five people tightly into rice dumplings and stood there.

The demonic wind was blowing. The man carrying wood chips waved a few thunders in his palm to smash the monsters that were rushing out of the ground. He pulled the swordsman and jumped up to the branches. The swordsman also had a light body skill. He kicked the shaking branches under his feet. The two of them passed through the dense leaf layer, stomped at the top of the tree cage, and flew away from the distance.

...........

Rumble.

The night wind roared and ran away for a long time. When they could see the lights of the town at the foot of the mountain, they stopped at a blue rock halfway up the mountain.

The swordsman stabbed the ground with a knife, untied the sheepskin bag around his waist, poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, and threw the man over there.

"Thank you for saving your life, I am from Xia Nan, Zuo Zhengyang!"

Over there, the man who had a mouthful of wine and put down the wooden box, his beard was stained with wine and grinned.

"Yan Chixia, a native of Qin, has been in Jiangnan for ten years, and you and I are half a fellow villager."

Zuo Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, then took off his hat and showed his face. After a battle in the capital, he could see a few white traces on his temples and his mouth was full of stubbornness, which seemed to be vicissitudes.

His sword technique has also become domineering and fierce. In the past three years, he has been looking for demons and monsters everywhere. Several monster heads around his waist are the works of sharpening the knife for this period of time.

However, thinking of the scene just now, I returned to the scene of the capital and Pudu Cihang, clenched my fists and smashed it on the rock.

"It's a pity that those people were unable to rescue them."

"Do what you can do according to your ability. If you and I get in, who will save them?" Yan Chixia returned the wine bag to him and sat down aside, frowned and thought for a while.

"I think this demon is made by practicing Taoism for thousands of years. I'm afraid it's been a long time here. With the power of you and me, you can easily create this demon at most. I think it's time to help me."

On the side, Zuo Zhengyang raised his head: "You remind me that I think of someone."

"This is a coincidence. I also thought of someone, Qixia Mountain..."

The two almost spoke a person's name in unison.

"Lu Liangsheng, Qixia Mountain."

Then, both of them were stunned for a moment, looked at each other for a few breaths, and suddenly they burst into laughter. Yan Chixia smiled and said:

"So I know this person both of you and me!"

"Since you know everyone, you only need to find him in Qixia Mountain." Zuo Zhengyang took the long knife inserted on the ground, stood up and looked back at the big man with a beard.

"I'll hold this monster here, you go to Qixia Mountain to find him!"

rustle.....

Yan Chixia didn't answer, and suddenly looked at a place in the forest. She waved her sword finger suddenly. In the wooden box, a small sword flew out, nailed it to the foot of a tree, and blue smoke came out.

"No, this monster is probably connected to this mountain range. I guess the other party will listen to you and me just now."

"Then it's not too late, you and I will act separately!"

"good!"

The two of them were not indecisive. Yan Chixia immediately carried a wooden box, went out to the rocks, and flew to the foot of the mountain below like a big bird rushing to the forest. She stepped on several treetops, and disappeared into the night for a moment.

at the same time.

The unseen message followed the demonic power and returned to Lanruo Temple from the ground. The tree demon grandma standing there sucked her long tongue and curled her sharp fingers across the corner of her mouth.

It made a sucking sound.

For a moment, the voices of men and women rang out.

"Hmph, you can call people..." He turned his head and looked at the red and white fox demon beside him.

"He went to Black Mountain and found the old demon. It's been many years since he came to see it."

The two red and white foxes looked at each other, hesitating.

"Grandma, where is Black Mountain?"

Black Mountain... In the veil, the blurred face was stunned for a moment, closed her eyes and thought about it, and lived...... Black... South...

Recalling the scene when the man left, the tree demon raised his finger and pointed his finger at the white fox's forehead.

"Do you know now?"

The white fox felt a little more of the memory that it did not belong, as if a certain location was lit up on a map. Looking at that direction, it seemed like it was going to cross a river, in the south of the Yangtze River...

"Don't go yet?"
Chapter completed!