Unlike those who are delicate and who have become practitioners but rarely really fight with life and death, this cultivator from Jiuzhen County can appear here from a corner of the territory that has been forgotten by most people in the Southern Dynasty. He has no idea how much hardships he suffered and how many real battles he had fought.

For danger, practitioners like him feel much more acute than those delicate practitioners in the academies and practice areas.

The young man who walked out of the pharmacy was too calm and even gave him a feeling of expectation.

This feeling is very bad.

So he didn't respond immediately, and he really took one or two breaths to weigh the trade-offs seriously.

He and the young man in the pharmacy were naturally not injustice or revenge.

But he really wanted that flying sword.

The shop that was in the old bell tower was very reputable. What he was sure of was that as long as he could kill the young man, he would definitely get the flying sword as he wished.

Thinking of the tempting luster, beautiful texture, and the aura that was extremely consistent with the skills he practiced, his heart became hot.

He really couldn't resist the flying sword.

"I really..."

He said three words, and resisted the words "I really want that flying sword" that almost blurted out from behind. Then he nodded vigorously, looked at the young man, and changed his words: "Think about it."

The young man holding a yellow paper umbrella sighed with regret.

No one likes to kill unless it is a real pervert.

Even the Demon Sect, which is rumored outside to be completely monsters, actually doesn't like to kill people.

As for him... he actually finally returned to Jiankang.

Jiankang is also his hometown that he has been away for a long time, and he is even more reluctant to start a massacre in his hometown.

But he cannot change the ideas of many people, nor can he change the trajectory of many people's lives, just like a wolf born to eat meat. If you want to avoid being eaten by a wolf, you can only kill the wolf.

He stopped talking with the cultivator from Jiuzhen County, and the alley became completely quiet.

A sound of breaking through the air sounded.

An arrow shot out from an alley next door and fell towards the young man holding an umbrella.

The cultivator from Jiuzhen County did not move, and the few figures that blocked the young man's retreat did not move, but many people in the nearby alleys moved at the same time. Countless footsteps stomped on the snow, making sounds that made people's teeth sore.

Compared with these sounds, the sound of the arrow breaking through the air is negligible.

The sound of ordinary feather arrows breaking through the air is extremely shrill, but the sound of this arrow breaking through the air is very light, just like the rustling sound of leaves shaking when the wind passes through the woods.

It was just that the arrow sounded softly, but the arrow itself was heavy.

The arrow shaft and feathers of this arrow are shining with a blue golden luster, which is a poisonous Gusu Armored Arrow produced by Gusu Archery House!

The young man holding a yellow paper umbrella was very calm. He didn't even lift the edge of the umbrella and didn't even look at the arrow shot.

With a puff.

The arrow fell one foot in front of him. The road under the thick snow was paved with stone slabs, but the arrow easily penetrated the stone slabs on the road, and seemed to be no different from the snow. It only revealed a short piece of tail feather on the snow surface.

The tail feather made of thin metal flakes vibrated slightly, causing some snow fog. The azure blue flames appeared in the mist, and there was a dangerous beauty that was difficult to describe in words.

In the streets and alleys further apart, some people just watched this scene. They were all people in the game, but they would not show up in such a battle at all.

Looking at such a picture and looking at the young man holding a yellow paper umbrella who seemed to not care about the arrow at all, many of them also felt strange in their hearts.

This arrow was just a test shot.

Those experienced archers often calibrate by one of them before volleys.

This person will accurately judge the impact of various subtle factors such as the climate, wind direction and other subtle factors on the arrow based on the arrow he tested, and then quickly inform all the arrow masters around him.

When facing practitioners with amazing reaction speed and can move quickly, such calibration judgment is extremely important because whether they can hit or actually fall around the other person's body is also extremely subtle.

The more expensive the arrows that are not easy to obtain, they are absolutely not allowed to be wasted.

Those who have seen elite border troops fighting will be familiar with such an arrow, but the young man holding a yellow paper umbrella seems to be familiar with it.

In the next moment, the pictures of the streets and alleys had completely changed and did not give these people too much room for imagination.

Hundreds of Gusu armor-breaking arrows broke through the air at the same time. The low and thin rustling sound gathered together, but turned into a crisp sound, like the sound of tearing paper.

Faced with these armor-breaking arrows that could even be broken by heavy armor, the young man holding the umbrella did not turn into a phantom and move quickly as any arrow master imagined. He was still standing there without moving, but just raised the umbrella in his hand and started to rotate.

The arrows falling on the umbrella surface easily tore the umbrella surface to pieces, and the umbrella bones on the umbrella surface also collided with the arrows as the umbrella rotated, and almost broke one after another. However, strangely, there was not much strong true energy gushing. These armor-breaking arrows that were obviously very powerful when they fell, actually collided with each other like straws, and flew out with the broken umbrella bones.

The yellow paper umbrella in the young man's hand quickly turned into bare bamboo poles. As his arms trembled, the bamboo pole knocked off the last few armor-breaking arrows that fell towards him, and then exploded in his hand with a bang, turning into dozens of bamboo strips.

This picture is very strange, but it is terrifying to many people.

If it were most practitioners, even if they used a more violent gushing method, it would be difficult to use an ordinary yellow paper umbrella in their hands to resist so many armor-breaking arrows.

In other words, this seems to be against common sense.

The cultivator from Jiuzhen County frowned deeply, his pupils contracted violently, but his hands were extremely slow.

He slowly raised his hands and took off the bamboo hat he was wearing.

He was extremely shocked at the other party's performance. He clearly realized that the other party was far superior to him in terms of talent, cultivation level, experience against the enemy, and state of mind.

But by this time, he had no way out, and he was not just going to decide the outcome with this terrible young man.

He is an excellent swordsman.

His weapon is a flying sword, and his flying sword has nothing to do with the bamboo hat he is wearing.

But when he took off the bamboo hat, some true energy flowed quietly between his palms and fingers, and a fluctuation of vital energy that was enough to attract any practitioner to perceive.

He needs some distraction from the other party.

At the same time, a piece of flat snow was raised from the side of the young man, and a white handleless sword flew out of it, instantly accelerating like lightning, bringing out afterimages, picking towards the young man's waist and spine!

The corners of the young man's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes seemed to be attracted by the bamboo hat on the head of the cultivator of Jiuzhen County, but a roar came from his sleeves. A more sharp sword light was the small sword that flew out of the snow before the cultivator of Jiuzhen County had no time to react!

when!

Two flying swords collided, making a huge sound like a bell ramming in a temple.

The cultivator from Jiuzhen County felt as if he was kicked hard by an invisible foot. He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and his whole body took two steps back.

His flying sword was also knocked out, swaying, trembling and shaking behind the young man.

It was obviously just a small sword, but the force from the sword was whipping the snow-covered ground like a giant whip and exploded into ravines.

He controlled the small sword with great difficulty, but what made his pupils shrink even more violently was that the young man's body swayed slightly, and the small sword flying out of the young man's sleeve actually recovered its balance between a shock and fell to the place where the arrows came from.

A loud shout and blood-spraying sounded.

This young man was such a powerful swordsman.

The same flying sword, the young man's flying sword is actually so powerful and stable!

The several practitioners at the entrance of the alley behind the young man felt such a powerful and stable meaning, and their hands trembled slightly unconsciously. They just looked at the flying swords that the Jiuzhen County practitioners did not fall to the ground in the air. One of the practitioners in the lead suddenly felt courage and said sternly: "He is a sword master, he only has one person, and there is no close servant around him."

When he blew this sentence, he first pulled out the long sword inserted behind him, stepped on the snow and rushed towards the young man!

Snow dust exploded under his feet.

He was full of energy and his body was filled with yellow light. His slight rays of light were scattered, and his sprint was far more powerful than that of a galloping horse, like a crazy beast.

The three practitioners behind him did not hesitate, and rushed out almost at the same time.

The bodies of these three practitioners were instantly shrouded in the snow dust that exploded behind him, and they couldn't see them clearly, but the long sword in their hands was shiny in the snow mist.

In order to avoid suspicion, many powerful people in the city who organized this bureau were not too close to these streets and alleys, but the shopkeeper in the alley next to the old bell tower arrived at a bridge not far away in a carriage.

The old man reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage. The terrain was very high and he could see the battle in the alley.

He did not expect that this young man would be so difficult, but he still had strong confidence in those brave and meaningless cultivators who rushed up.

These people are all practitioners who came from exile from the Northern Wei Dynasty.

These practitioners who use swords are extremely good at dealing with flying swords.

Few practitioners can match their close sword skills.

In his opinion, the flying sword master of the Jiuzhen County is naturally far from the young man, but at least he can still be entangled for a while.
Chapter completed!