The practitioner slowly raised his sword, and his spiritual power rushed rapidly in the spiritual veins, emitting a very violent fluctuation. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Su Tang's back.

He likes this feeling. Once he activates his spiritual energy to the extreme, it seems that the whole world is centered on him.

"Beware" the girl screamed.

The practitioner smiled. It was useless. He had already condensed the intention of the sword. Unless he was a great practitioner, no one could escape under the intention of the sword. He had enough confidence.

Su Tang's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a vast pressure that everyone could feel appeared between heaven and earth. The deck around Su Tang made a sound of rupture, and countless tiny cracks spread in all directions with Su Tang as the center.

The practitioner rolled out his sword and the sword force just started. The sword energy like a training-like sword swept out and rolled towards Su Tang.

Grandmasters will have their own unique barriers, because the nature of spiritual skills will be different. Some are mainly attacking, some are responsible for defense, and some are both attacking and defense.

Mei Fei’s spiritual snake dance is a barrier with a wide range of undifferentiated attacks, while Xue Yi’s domineering body and domineering fist are both offensive and defense.

When the practitioner used the sword intention, Su Tang could sense that the air around him became stagnant, and even formed a resistance. The next moment, the sword force was about to explode, and the sword energy had arrived, so fast that there was no time to dodge.

There were several surviving warriors with the double-headed eagle logo near the ship's side. Although the sword was not for them, the pressure of the storm in the air still knocked them back and fell far into the river.

Since there is no time to hide, then don’t hide.

Su Tang quietly watched the sword attack, and a black shadow floated out of his body and walked straight forward to meet him.

Boom... The black shadow was shattered by the sword, and the remaining force spread to both sides, making the boat's side rushing. The practitioner looked closely and Su Tang was still standing intact next to the boat's side. He could hardly believe his eyes

"I have given you a chance." Su Tang said softly. His barrier is a magic-equipped puppet, which should be considered the most mysterious existence in the world of cultivation. It can condense into a form, and it will disperse it and turn into smoke, which can help fight and can also bear fatal attacks on his own behalf.

Su Tang's figure floated up like lightning, and the sword light turned into a light curtain, scattering towards the practitioner's head.

The practitioner took a few steps back, raised his sword, and fought hard.

Boom Su Tang's figure floated into the sky with the rebound force, and the cultivator suddenly faded away, and the deck under his feet collapsed, causing half of his body to fall into the deck.

The practitioner jumped up with all his strength, but Su Tang's sword light came to his body again.

Boom... Boom... The cultivator retreated continuously in the constant collision. Su Tang's attacks were double-clicks every time, with a black shadow in front and a back. Only those who had fought with Su Tang would understand how difficult it was.

Using spiritual power to seal the enemy's attack, and then immediately turn to counterattack. This is the habit and instinct developed by practitioners in thousands of practices and battles.

Habits and instincts are difficult to change in a short period of time, not to mention that in the battle of lightning, many details must be handled with instinct and there is no time to think about.

After the impact, the spiritual power, including muscles and tendons, began to relax, and then re-operate and tighten. At this time, it was time to launch a counterattack. Su Tang's attack would always attack in the moment when he relaxed, shaking his chest with blood.

The practitioner was very determined to fight and kept gritting his teeth and struggling to support him. He still had the belief in victory in his heart. However, if he knew that Su Tang just regarded him as a coach and increased his coordination with the shadow, he might have collapsed long ago.

Su Tang suddenly smiled, and the connection of the sword force slowed down. After repeated experiments, he finally found a feeling that he could control the shadow.

The practitioner had a chance to breathe and staggered back. At this moment, Su Tang rushed over and a black shadow rushed out of his body. He raised his hands high, held a black sword, and slashed down hard at the practitioner.

The black shadow's attack was too big. The cultivator's sword light rose up and swept it first. The surging wind shattered the black shadow. However, the cultivator had no joy because he knew it was useless. The weird black shadow seemed to have the ability to condense infinitely.

Immediately afterwards, Su Tang's sword light fell, and this time the attack rhythm between him and the black shadow was pulled apart. The rhythm difference was nearly one second, giving the practitioner enough reaction time.

The practitioner raised his sword again to block Su Tang's sword light, and then his body stood still.

A small hole appeared in the practitioner's chest, and the black shadow took shape behind him at some point and gave him a sword in the back of his heart.

The black sword emerged more than half a foot from the practitioner's chest, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and floated towards Su Tang.

Looking at the back, the practitioner seemed to be using a strange method to suck the black shadow in. Looking at the front, a thick smoke kept spraying.

Su Tang shook his head and another sword fell. The practitioner's head took off his neck and flew up high, and blood burst out. Strangely, the wound on the front chest of the practitioner did not bleed.

High altitudes on both sides of the ship, the two attackers were paying attention to the battlefield here. Seeing that their companions were killed, they immediately left the battle group and flew to the distance. The two warriors with the double-headed eagle mark did not chase them. They were both master-level practitioners and might not be able to catch up. It is more important to deal with the aftermath here. Moreover, they had known who the main messenger behind them, otherwise they would not have been prepared in advance. It would not be of much significance to pursue them or not.

The two warriors fell beside the girl and helped the girl up. Su Tang picked up the big knife, shook it in his hand, and walked towards the side of the boat again. The girl suddenly shouted: "Young Master, please stay for the time being."

"You have something to do?" Su Tang turned around and asked.

"Thank you for saving your life." The girl smiled reluctantly: "I wonder if the young master can leave his name? If you have the chance to see you again in the future, my Su family will definitely pay the young master more."

"Su family?" Su Tang couldn't help but be stunned: "Which Su family?"

"Which Su family can it be?" the girl asked back, and she looked very proud in her expression.

"Guhong Iron Curtain Su?" Su Tang asked. He was once mistaken for being a member of the Su family, so he had a little understanding of the Su family. The Su family lived in Guhong Mountain in the west. Because the spiritual veins of Guhong Mountain are very strange, the Su family is good at taming various powerful spirit beasts, guarding Guhong Mountain without any trace. It is said that even the great practitioners of the three major holy sects could not understand the inside story of the Su family. Outsiders could not enter at all, so they were called the Iron Curtain Su family.

"It's the Iron Curtain Su family." The girl said.

"If you really have the chance to see you again, let's talk about it later." Su Tang said lightly, then his figure floated up and flew to the other side of the river.

He came from Jingtao City, so he naturally had to go north. If he wanted to catch up with the old peddler as soon as possible and turned south, it would definitely make people doubt his origin and intention. Su Tang had always been cautious and would never make such minor mistakes in detail.

"Who is that young man?" A warrior looked at Su Tang's smaller and smaller back and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." The girl shook her head: "It was our luck to meet him anyway. Now, we can finally rush to the road openly."

Su Tang flew to the other side of the river, circled a lot from afar, and then turned around and rushed towards Jingtao City. He also robbed him, but by accident, he actually saved the people of the Iron Mutual Su family. The world is nothing more bizarre than this, but this is good. When he robbed the eggs of the mutated silver locust, the Iron Mutual Su family would never have thought it was him.

The old peddler had no idea that he had been targeted, so he kept walking along the dirt road, staying overnight in the morning. At noon that day, he stopped beside a forest, looked for a stone, sat down, took out the pancake, and slowly started eating.

This place is very remote, and there are almost no pedestrians on the road. The old peddler's eyes looked a little melancholy. After eating a pancake, he took out another one and took a bite. The chewing movement suddenly became stiff.

The sound of branches and leaves rubbing in the forest. After a moment, Su Tang walked out of the forest. Seeing the old peddler, he breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "It's so hard..."

The old peddler has been walking in the barren mountains and ridges. He can't see the caravan on the road at all. He holds a lot of gold tickets but has no place to spend it. He can't consume spiritual power to keep flying, because he doesn't know the strength of the old peddler. If he catches up with someone, but he can't beat the other party because he consumes too much on the road, it would be too sad.

When passing by a village, Su Tang was forced to buy a donkey. The problem was that the donkey was not easy to control and walked slowly. He tried to make the donkey run like a horse, but after less than two miles, the donkey lay on the ground and could not get up any longer.

He was having a hard time eating and was suffering from simple food. He only bought half a chicken and a bag of poor wine at a high price yesterday. He couldn't bear to eat it all at once. He was so sad when he mentioned it these days. If he mentioned it with Baolan and the others after he went back, he would probably laugh.

Su Tang reached out to pat a tree, and the branches and leaves on the tree automatically hang down, entangled with each other, forming a hammock. Su Tang sat in the hammock, looking at the old peddler, while taking out his treasured chicken legs and wine, and biting a bite on the chicken legs fiercely.

Su Tang was a little annoyed. Would this old peddler go to a place with people?

The old peddler seemed to not feel Su Tang's sight and slowly ate his own cooking cake.

After eating the chicken legs in two bites, Su Tang raised his wine bag and took a few sips. If it were in Dark Moon City, he wouldn't even smell such a bad wine, but now he has become a treasure.

After eating and drinking, there was still some wine left in the wine bag. Su Tang shook the wine bag and said to the old peddler: "Drink some?"

The old peddler seemed a little surprised, slowly raised his head, and then smiled at Su Tang, "Young master, the little old man can't drink."
Chapter completed!