Daoist is robbing darts again today [Sword Three + Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Yellow sand fills the sky.

A man in white clothes stood with his sword in his hands, surrounded by a layer of faint white light, his immortal demeanor was not like that of a mortal.

He looked up at the scorching sun above his head, a trace of helplessness finally appeared on his expressionless face all year round.

It's noon.

But he got lost in the yellow sand of the Longmen Desert. No matter how he walked, he couldn't reach the Yumen Pass. Not to mention, he couldn't even find a horse thief and sand thief that can be seen everywhere on weekdays. It seems that it is absurd to get lost. Suddenly, I came to a deserted place.

Today's darts are impossible to rob.

He wasn't in a hurry at all, but he felt a little empty in his heart.Although Evilman's Valley is notorious in Jianghu, there are many disciples worthy of friendship in the valley. He robbed darts in the Longmen Desert for a year, and he also made friends with many disciples of Evilren's Valley. Now suddenly I can't see those people The long-lost loneliness and bleakness quietly climbed into my heart.

He is probably a person who is afraid of loneliness.

Ever since that person left the rivers and lakes, he couldn't bear the loneliness of being alone anymore, so he left Chunyang Palace and joined that person's former camp, and used that person's name to wield swords and walk across the rivers and lakes. Where are there many people? just go wherever.

That person's name is Bai Jin.

This name was the last gift that friend left him.

"Drive--! Drive--!"

Suddenly, the sound of people came from a distance, Bai Jin looked sideways, and saw smoke and dust billowing at the end of his line of sight, as if a team of horses and horses were galloping towards them.

Dressed so uniformly, they should all be a group of people.

Those who walk in the Longmen Desert like this are either the villain's merchant running brigade or the local horse bandits, but here is obviously not the way to run merchants.

The only remaining possibility is the horse bandit.

With a sound of "Clang!", the long sword was unsheathed.

The Taoist priest in white was dexterous, and after a few ups and downs, he flew several feet away, and landed lightly on the path that the bandits had to pass. He stood with a sword in his hand, his brows were cold and cold, and he wanted to intercept the bandits. horse bandits.

"Wow—!"

The group of suspected horse bandits reined in their horses and stopped, and the leading man sternly asked, "Who dares to stop me from the Western Demon Cult?!"

Bai Jin never talked nonsense during a fight. He raised his hand and patted Liang Yi. The man next to the leader let out a short scream, and fell straight off the horse, headfirst into the hot sand.

The leader froze for a moment, "You dare to provoke the Demon Cult?!"

Today's horse bandit... seems a bit too much nonsense?

Bai Jin thought for a while, then asked back, "Western Demon Cult?"

After he finished asking, he shook his head again, "I haven't heard of it."

His tone is light, seeking truth from facts.This self-talking look looked very contemptuous in the eyes of the leader. The leader's face instantly became extremely ugly, and his gloomy face was full of murderous intent. He was even more astonished than before. He ordered gloomyly: "kill!"

The remaining eight people immediately showed their long knives and surrounded Bai Jin. They didn't communicate with each other, they didn't even exchange a look. They had a tacit understanding at first glance. It would be nice to think that this group of horse bandits would work together. It's been a short time.

With such murderous intent and such a battle, even if there was a fight, it wouldn't be considered that he was bullying the rookies, right?

Bai Jin said: "Good job."

He swung his sword to create an aura, and a clear sword was inserted into the sand under his feet, exuding an invisible sword intent, covering most of the enemies.

The expressions of the eight men in the aura couldn't help but change.

The swordsman in white moved.

His sword is very light, very stable, even very slow, but the trajectory of the blade seems to have its own unique way, which has given birth to countless sword auras. For a while, the sword aura filled the field, and the enemies on the horse were struck by the sword aura one after another. Hitting the fallen horse, raised bursts of yellow sand.

The formation formed by eight people was broken just like that.

...Sure enough, he is still a horse bandit. The dart disciples in the Valley of the Wicked are not so vulnerable.

Bai Jin lowered his eyes, thinking casually.

A few more people fell down one after another. Such a strange way of attacking was almost unheard of. All I could see was the blue sword aura flying in the field, and the white-clothed swordsman hung his head and eyes down in the center of the sword aura, as quiet and indifferent as a statue.

The leader said in amazement: "Who are you?!"

The trick that killed the fourth child just now came too fast, and the leader didn't see the sword qi clearly until now. He thought in horror, could this be the legendary sword qi released?

If it is true that the sword energy is released, then this person's cultivation is at least at the level of a master!

But why did such a master-level expert come to trouble the Western Demon Cult?

Thinking of the things that were in charge of escorting this time, countless conspiracy theories surged in the leader's heart. He gritted his teeth. If the things were lost, he would not be able to survive anyway, so he might as well fight to the death here!

It wasn't a day or two for Bai Jin to rob the darts in the Longmen Desert, but no one really asked him what he was here for. It may be because of the relationship between the sect. The broken silver ones were also willing to lie on the ground and tease him. Some ran away on horseback, and would come back after handing over the goods. "Master Dao, you are a bit of a dick", "Master Dao, don't leave! I called my relatives and friends to watch the Qi Chun Jie dart!" and so on.

Thinking of this, he felt more and more depressed.

The white-clothed swordsman casually slapped a blue sword aura, and said coldly: "Jie dart!"

The leader's complexion twisted subtly, and he blocked the sword energy with a big knife, "Jie dart?!"

He pulled out the long knife on his back and shouted: "Then let me see if you have this ability!"

Bai Jin frowned, this man was full of bloody smell, worse than any horse bandit he had met before, he didn't like it very much.

Facing the opponent's open and close sword skills, Bai Jin made up for himself to sit and forget himself, and flew up with extremely mysterious footwork.

"when!"

Very heavy knife.

The leader said: "This knife is five feet three inches long and weighs fifty catties."

Bai Jin said coldly: "Haven't you heard of a way to die?"

"How to die?"

"Death by talking too much."

A burst of sword energy pushed the leader a few feet away.

"Cough...! You!"

The white-clothed swordsman's face was cold, and he concentrated his energy calmly, making up for him with the last sword.

The leader's eyes were wide open, and he fell down slowly unwillingly.

The desert is finally quiet again.

The corpses of a group of people were lying all over the ground.

Bai Jin's slender and fair hands reached into the brocade box on the horseback of the bandit leader, and his soft fingertips touched something icy and cool.

He picked it up and saw that it was a delicate jade tablet.

72 heavenly demons, 26 earth evil spirits.

[Raksha card. ]

A voice in his mind told him that this thing was called Rakshasa card.

"Raksha card..."

Bai Jin frowned. He had never heard of the Raksha card. As far as he knew, none of the forces in Longmen had anything related to the word Raksha. Not right either.

Generally, people in the rivers and lakes like to transport 150 or [-] goods at a time. He has never seen an example of such a team transporting [-] goods.

Yes, ten.

There are ten Raksha cards in the brocade box.

The white brocades were touched one by one, and nine of them were high-grade jade, and the workmanship was also excellent. There should be a blue quality evaluation from the special appraiser. As for the last one, it is more exquisite and more aura than the other nine. It gives people who touch it a kind of mysterious feeling, even Bai Jin, who has never been too cold about this kind of thing, can't put it down after touching it.

Evil door.

Bai Jin thought.

This brand must be of purple quality.

Click.

Suddenly feeling a wave of malice, Bai Jin snapped back to his senses, before he had time to think about it, he raised his hand and dropped an aura on the bottom of his feet.

Xuanjian transforms into momentum.

Town, mountain, river!

Damn it, one of them wasn't completely dead.

Countless small but sharp hidden weapons shot at him like a blanket, the speed was too fast to dodge, Bai Jin's face was as cold as ice, he read a four-element reincarnation in Zhenshanhe's aura, and those who plotted against him were inevitable, Received the sword head-on.

When Zhen Shanhe's aura dissipated, the surroundings of Bai Jin were covered with hidden weapons from the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, which clanged to the ground.

The man who attacked him bared his eyes, staring at Bai Jin as if he was looking at a monster.

Bai Jin patted the dust off his sleeves, walked over, and picked up the empty bamboo tube.

[Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle (damaged). ]

The voice in his head told him so.

He was slightly surprised, "Is this the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle? It looks different from the moves of the Tang Sect in the middle of Shu."

The man who attacked him opened his mouth wide, but he could only let out an unpleasant gasp. His vitality was passing away, and Bai Jin could feel that he was on the brink of death.

He gave the last remaining horse bandit a sword, and let him die happily.

Blood spattered, Bai Jin took a step back to avoid the bright red blood, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

These people seem different today than they ever were.

Not those "players" who were only "seriously injured" even if they died, nor were they the fragile horse bandits in the Longmen Desert.

Western Demon Cult...

Is it a new force in the arena, or a new gang?

There are also Raksha cards.This is a hot thing, and he intuitively knew that these brands would bring him a lot of trouble.

It's just that things still have to be taken away.

The man's energetic voice was still in my ears.

"I robbed the dart with my own ability, so why can't I get the broken silver?"

"You can't be cowardly when playing pvp, Daoist, you have to face the anus, you know."

Well, if you have a frontal bar, then come one to kill one, come two to kill one pair.

Bai Jin summoned the Juechen horse, and rode away on the snow-colored horse.

I don't know if the peddler of the Haoqi League will accept this Raksha card, but it's only ten yuan, and it's still a little hard to sell... If there are red names on the way back, they should also be robbed, and he can't be told to make a trip in vain.

The author has something to say: [Please take a good look at the copywriting QAQ! 】

In the copywriting, various thunder points, attacking and receiving problems, etc. are marked.And the stupid author is not a big hand, but a newcomer, with sloppy writing, and I don’t have any confidence in any of the characters in the plot, so little angels who continue to read the article, please be sure to lower your expectations for this article, I really do Not so good QAQ