From the Valley of the Wicked to the Town of Demons

"Martial masters of the sixth rank, you are no match, withdraw."

Just when Yi Xing had just chopped off the head of a seventh-rank man, the strange man who had not made a move suddenly moved.

Yi Xing turned back with a savage air, raised his saber to meet him, but found that the saber couldn't strike.

Sorcery?

Yi Xing was a little uncertain, but the palm was right in front of him, and he couldn't drop the knife, so he had to turn around to hide.

boom!
Falling out in a very embarrassing situation, Yi Xing rolled on the ground twice, then stood up abruptly, but saw that the strange man was holding something in his hand, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly touched his face, and found that the face towel was gone.

"Easy to catch the head!?"

Hong Butou and Huo Yi, who were not far away, recognized Yi Xing at the same time, and immediately shouted, and then hurriedly shouted at the strange man:
"Immortal Master, you can't let this person go. This person is a god catcher. If you let the tiger go back to the mountain, we will all be finished."

After hearing the shout, the strange man turned around, looked at Yi Xing, and said:

"Since you are a member of the God Catcher, then stay. I don't feel at ease if you don't die."

The strange man raised his hand, and immediately pulled out a dagger from his robe. This dagger was similar to a dagger, but a little more slender, a bit like an Emei thorn.

If he moved again, the man was like the wind, the sword was like a shadow, and the strange man's arm didn't move, but Yi Xing felt that he was covered by sword shadows all over the sky, and there was no way to hide, no way to avoid it.

This is the sword intent, the sword intent of that strange man.

"At least it's a fifth grade."

Yi Xing was in a bad mood, this strange man was obviously more powerful than himself, if he fought like this, he might not be able to get him any favors.

But since he had already made a move, there was no way out. Yi Xing was about to slash the sword, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring aura. This was his saber intent, a strong saber intent.

It was Yi Xing's idea to break the sword intent with the sword intent.Immediately there were countless ping-pong-pong sounds, not loud, but very dense, as if there were swords and swords intersecting, and they were fighting fiercely.

"Not bad, but unfortunately not enough."

The weirdo stopped, and looked at Yi Xing with the eyes in the mask, as if he was sneering, and then he flicked the dagger in his hand, and there were several sword lights, and went straight to Yi Xing.

Yi Xing was already covered by the sword intent, and Yi Xing was like a light on his back, and now the sword light came again. He wanted to hide, but he felt a tingling pain just by moving his leg.He lowered his head, and found that at some point in time, he was covered with fine sword intent. His ankle had been cut, the cut was not big, and no blood flowed out, but the bloodstain was extremely obvious.

Bang, bang, bang!

Just when Yi Xing was about to resist, suddenly a figure arrived, it was Lin Xiaochuan, waving a small cold stick, jumped in front of Yi Xing, and blocked all the sword lights.

Yi Xing was stunned, and that strange man was also stunned. Lin Xiaochuan, who is only a rank eight, can block such a sharp sword glow?

"Hey, don't get me wrong, it's just thanks to the stick in my hand."

With Lin Xiaochuan's strength, it is naturally impossible for him to block it, but the Xiaohan stick is fine, this thing is now a magic weapon, and this kind of sword glow can't leave any traces on it at all.

"Another interesting guy."

After the weird man finished speaking, there was another sword light, but this one was more solid than the previous ones, like a real sword, just like this, Lin Xiaochuan could almost see the lines on the sword.

"This is the sword intent, is this the sword intent of a martial artist?"

While muttering to himself, Lin Xiaochuan went forward as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and after playing a trick with a stick, he raised his small cold stick and slashed down abruptly.

When the sticks and swords intersected, I saw that the sword intent was shattered by Xiaohan's stick, but the fine sword intent caused greater damage. Lin Xiaochuan flew out, feeling as if his body had been cut open by countless knives. The system prompt stopped.

"Congratulations to the host for getting ten lucky points."

"Congratulations to the host for gaining twelve lucky points."

"Congratulations to the host for getting eight lucky points."

"Congratulations to the host for getting seven lucky points."

"Congratulations to the host for getting eleven lucky points."

……

"shut up."

Lin Xiaochuan fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and let out a small growl. The system raised the sound more than 20 times, indicating that he had more than 20 cuts on his body.

And it seems that depending on the injury, the lucky value given is different. The heavier the weight, the more it will be given, and vice versa.

Seeing Lin Xiaochuan fell to the ground, a bandit who was close to him immediately came to make up the knife, but Wang Yu was one step ahead of him, standing in front of Lin Xiaochuan, and forcibly scared the bandit back.

"Lin Tiewei!"

Yi Xing yelled, with an anxious look on his face. He and Lin Xiaochuan hadn't dealt with each other very much along the way. He never thought that Lin Xiaochuan would risk his life to save each other.

Of course, there may be some rescues, but "giving up your life" is completely accidental.

"Brother Lin, are you okay?"

Monk Liaoxuan came over, his eyes were swollen like goldfish, Lin Xiaochuan wanted to pretend to be a wounded person, but when he saw his face, he burst out laughing.

Lin Xiaochuan was indeed injured, but it was all skin trauma, and no bones or organs were injured. After ten days and a half months, he will be fine.

So Lin Xiaochuan was not worried. He stood up with force and nodded to everyone, meaning that he could still hold on.

"Your stick is indeed extraordinary."

The weirdo looked at Lin Xiaochuan, but his eyes were all focused on the Xiaohan stick, perhaps feeling threatened, the Xiaohan stick trembled in Lin Xiaochuan's hand, as if he wanted Lin Xiaochuan to pass by, and put himself on the strange man Tianling for a while.

But how dare Lin Xiaochuan, he was a bit reckless when he shot just now, if it wasn't because he killed a seventh-rank, he was a little swollen, he wouldn't have come out.

But Lin Xiaochuan didn't dare to attack, but the weirdo dared to attack.

I saw him lift the short sword and put on a posture, the surrounding air seemed to be deformed accordingly, making people see a scene of phantom faintly.

It was a sword, a lonely sword hanging on the top of the mountain.

This sword is so lonely and arrogant, it regards the whole world as nothing, no one can stop its sharpness, even the morning dew, it can be divided into two.

It moved, and a fierce sword intent struck, although there was only one sword, but this sword seemed to stab everyone's heart.

Without moving, the weirdo put the dagger back into the scabbard. From the beginning to the end, he stood in place without moving a bit.

However, he put away the sword, which shows that he has enough confidence in his own move. It is impossible for people who are enveloped by his sword to survive. This is his sword intent, the sword intent to kill.

"Brother, stop making trouble."

Just when everyone was terrified and couldn't move their feet even if they wanted to hide, suddenly there was a cry, it seemed to be a sigh, it seemed to be sad, and more, it seemed to be complaining.

boom!
With this soft cry, the sword intent shattered, the sun, the mountain top, the hanging sword, and the dew all disappeared.Everyone looked around in confusion, they were still in the water village, and it was still late at night, but the strange feeling and miraculous vision were gone.

"Hey, I knew that you would find this place sooner or later."

The strange man raised his head and looked at an attic in the water village.

I saw a person standing there at an unknown time, with a blue gown fluttering in the wind, exuding an indescribable sense of freedom and ease.