Rong Yun stood in the darkness, holding the knife handle at his waist tightly.

His knife is a narrow curved knife, like a narrow arc knife used by assassins. He began to learn swordsmanship from his father at the age of five, and he was conceited that he was also a first-class player among his peers in the Rong family.

But now, none of these can make him feel at ease. He knew the danger was approaching, but he didn't know where and when.

His location is a small street.

He had just chased an enemy out of the calm house, but in a blink of an eye the enemy had disappeared without a trace.

This enemy is the demon thief of the Prison Demon Sect. Rong Yun can identify the main moves of the Prison Demon Sect because his father was killed by the Prison Demon Sect many years ago.

He hated the people of the Prison Demon Sect to the bone, and wanted to slash each of them with a thousand swords, so he clearly knew the enemy's moves. That sentence was right. The person who knows you best will always be your enemy.

There is no wind or moon tonight, and the streets are pitch black, like heavy ink pouring down.

Rong Yun suddenly felt a biting chill, coming from the back of his spine, it was murderous, the murderous aura that locked him firmly, he didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to move his footsteps, and he didn't dare to turn his head, so he could only clench it again. hilt.

The opponent was also in the late stage of Burning Spirit, with the same strength as him, so Rong Yunsheng was afraid that if he revealed a flaw, the opponent's sword would pierce his chest from behind.

"The thief of the Rong family." The other party opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, like cold iron plates rubbing together.

Taking this opportunity, Rong Yun hurriedly turned around and drew the knife, running spiritual power in his hand, and a faint white light lit up from the knife. Using this light, he saw a thin man standing at the corner of the wall. The man seemed to melt into the shadows, his hands He was holding a pitch-black sword.

"The sword of death, Duguyan? It's you." Rong Yun recognized him because he was carrying a boxy sword box behind him. I heard that there were nine swords in the Duguyan sword box, each of which was Can only be used once.

Duguyan used it twice, and each time he killed a person whose cultivation realm was higher than him, so he was also called the sword of death.

Duguyan looked at him indifferently and nodded slowly, "Yes, remember, it's me who killed you."

He reached behind him, opened the sword box with a click, and stepped out of the shadow under his feet, his eyes were as cold as ice, he held the black wooden sword in one hand and the poisoned dagger in the other, and drew it out.

Powerful spiritual power fluctuations emanated from Duguyan's body, and the silent fluctuations even made the ground seem to be in a circle. He stepped forward, but his pace was not fast, but it put a lot of pressure on Rong Yun. He knew that he had been deceived. Duguyan led him out of the house calmly, and he wanted to kill himself.

I can't stop myself!

Terrible thoughts flashed through my heart, like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

Rong Yun gritted his teeth, his cheeks trembled, and then he thought about how his father died. He was killed by this group of demonic thieves. In an instant, his hand stopped shaking, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was strong and heavy.

"You don't have a chance to draw a knife." Duguyan looked at him and said indifferently.

"Arrogant!"

Rong Yun didn't believe that he would be so weak, so he watched Duguyan approach and let out a violent drink from his throat, but the next moment he felt his eyes suddenly numb, as if he had been knocked hard by a heavy object, and then his eyes went black and his ears went black. There was also the sound of metal breaking through the air, and the sound was so sharp that it seemed to penetrate the skull.

The short sword in Duguyan's hand was thrown out, like an arrow crossbow, the quenched green blade exuded a cold and cold light, a secret treasure refined with special techniques, within such a close distance, Rong Yun could not escape, let alone. The sword is also quenched with poison.

Rong Yun fell to the ground, the disbelief in his eyes had not yet solidified, there was a finger-long wound between his eyes, and the iron was running through it, which was extremely terrifying.

"This sword box is the last thing left of my Dugu family, hehe, you won't die..."

Duguyan sneered, but the next moment his head suddenly flew out, blood splashed half a zhang high, and the smile on his face had not yet solidified.

Ji Jiu, who was dressed in black, appeared behind him, wiped the blood on the knife, and then squatted down to search for it.

He would naturally join in the fun of this slaughter feast. As for the clone at the inn, he was not afraid of being discovered by Yue Zijin.

"In the Rong Family Medicine Garden, this meeting should be very lively, but if you fight for a while, it is not enough to kill so many people. Moreover, most of the Rong Family's palace building warriors should not be here, they must be guarding them. In the dark spring."

"You can find the location of the treasure house." Ji Jiu put away the sword box, pondered for a moment, and stepped into the darkness again.

The one-eyed old man who was fighting with the black-clothed man in the air suddenly frowned. His weapon was a high-grade Lingbao, a heavy, broad and long knife with a thick blade, doped with special metals, and inscribed with it. Pocket array pattern, even if a knife goes down, the iron wall with a thickness of 10 feet will have to be broken in half.

At this moment, he is using his heavy blade to resist the attack of DONGCONG, and the sound of bang dangdang... gold and iron piercing through the eardrums of the people around him. Then there is a piece of sword light, the powerful attack of the Condensation Stage, each sword is enough to kill a Nachuan stage warrior, and the rest stay far away from there and dare not approach.

"My apprentice is dead." The one-eyed old man shook his head, with no compassion in his eyes, he was indifferent, and then he suddenly grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands~lightnovelpub.net~ The powerful and unparalleled spiritual power fluctuations instantly spread to the entire blade. , the blade trembled like a heart, and immediately everyone felt an extremely depressed cold.

"The Prison Demon Sect's technique of feeding demons with your body, Old Demon Zhao doesn't seem to be so heartless." Rong Zhong sneered.

This is a secret technique. Sacrificing one's own life can temporarily improve the realm. It is generally used by people of the Prison Demon Sect when they are dying. When sacrificing one's life, it means a desperate fight.

Dung Chung is not that stupid, he will wait for Old Demon Zhao and him to fight desperately, so the spirit force activates the soft armor on his body to prevent Old Demon Zhao from taking the opportunity to sneak attack. , like a layer of thick water curtain, it can be said to be the ultimate defense.

The two are close in strength, and Old Demon Zhao has a lot of tricks. He has been famous for many years and is not a generalist, so there is nothing wrong with being cautious, not to mention that the other powerhouses in the family have woken up from retreat, just drag Old Demon Zhao for a while. , someone will come to clean him up, and then it will be difficult to fly with wings.

The one-eyed old man's expression was as hard as iron, and his voice was as cold as iron, "No, how can I care about his life or death, useless stupid thing, if he dies, he will die, save me worrying about it every day and every night. "

At the same time as he was talking, a fiery red blazing blazing light ignited on the body of his knife, and it jumped out several meters away. The aura was as shocking as a huge torch. .

Rong Zhong was waiting in a serious line, his eyes were full of dignified expressions, and his spiritual power was even more swollen, supporting the thick defensive layer, but his eyes suddenly widened, "???"

However, the one-eyed old man took this opportunity, and his body instantly leaped into the distance like an arrow from a string, disappearing into the thick night in the blink of an eye.

After a long while, Dung Chung smacked his lips, somewhat speechless.

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