The vicious magic weapon had been cut into two pieces and landed on the ground, like a murdered poisonous snake.

Two disciples of the Sanqing Sect were extremely frightened and angry. They looked at the casual cultivator and shouted: "Brother Chen, what do you want to do!"

The casual cultivator named Chen looked pale and looked at Liu Shisui in shock and asked, "Why are you stopping me?"

Liu Shisui said: "Kill two colleagues to silence me, and then cover up my murder and frame me?"

The casual cultivator anxiously defended: "You will believe me in this way, don't you?"

“In theory, I should indeed accept it.”

Liu Shisui looked at him and said, "But I don't like this."

After saying this, two demon fire suddenly ignited deep in his pupils, which was extremely red and bright, and the aura it emitted became extremely wild.

The casual cultivator exclaimed, summoned the magic weapon, and wanted to escape by piping the sky.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

More than ten Daoguang Fists were born around Liu Shisui and rushed towards the casual cultivator.

Those fists are not real, the black and red colors are mixed, and they are the blood demon skills that are destroyed by the power of demon fire!

The sky is full of demon fire and demon fists, so where can the casual cultivator escape?

Only a dense sound of blows of heavy leather was heard, and more than ten pits appeared on the surface of the casual cultivator's body, and they fell heavily to the ground, and they suddenly lost their vitality.

Liu Shisui looked at the two disciples of the Sanqing Sect.

The disciples of the Sanqing Sect looked pale, but they had no intention of escaping. They pinched the sword technique and said, "Although they don't understand why you wanted to save us just now, please do it now!"

Liu Shisui asked, "Why do you want to kill me?"

A disciple of the Sanqing Sect said: "Of course everyone will be punished by demons like you who are rebellious and who are killed by the righteous seniors!"

Liu Shisui said, "What he said makes sense. You are not demons, so why should I kill you?"

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Liu Shishui returned to the town, carrying two unconscious disciples of the Sanqing Sect in both hands, as if carrying two chickens.

Through the seriously damaged carriage, he found the inn where the family lived, and brought the shopkeeper with a frightened face to the room.

The door opened, and the man rubbed his eyes and found that it was the immortal master who had just saved his family's life. He looked surprised and knelt directly on the ground.

The woman also knelt down quickly, pressed the back of the child's head, and kept saying thank you.

"Please help take care of them, wait for them to wake up and tell them what happened."

Liu Shisui put two unconscious disciples of the Sanqing Sect on the floor, left some loose silver, and turned around and left.

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If you can't control the sword, the sword light is too conspicuous.

You can't walk, it's too slow.

You can't walk in too busy places, you can easily be discovered.

You can't walk on a cliff that is too quiet and steep, as it is easy to encounter practitioners there.

So Liu Shisui chose to run forward at high speed in the mountains not far from the official road.

But what he didn't expect was that it was easy to encounter a kind of person in such a place: a thief.

He stopped and looked at the dozen thieves who were drinking and eating meat around the fire, with a slightly stunned expression.

There was a car behind the thieves, and no corpse was seen, but there was a very obvious smell of blood.

More than a dozen thieves looked at him with horror and said nothing. They knew very well that those who dared to move forward alone in such deep mountains and forests were definitely not ordinary people.

Liu Shisui asked, "You robbed goods and killed people?"

A thief reacted very quickly and shouted: "No! I dare not! We just robbed this cart of silk cloth. The merchant was injured and did not die!"

Another thief said tremblingly: "The merchant is on the official road ten miles away, so the immortal master can go and see it!"

Liu Shisui's eyes fell on the thieves' knives that cut mutton.

There was also some blood on those knives.

The two thieves were anxious and showed their blue veins and hissed: "Sheep blood! Absolutely sheep blood!"

The two disciples of the Sanqing Sect and the dead casual cultivators had not had time to inform others that they should be safe as long as they no longer made any noise.

At least before the two disciples of the Sanqing Sect wake up tomorrow.

Liu Shisui was thinking about this and was about to leave. Suddenly, she thought that if the family in the town encountered these thieves on the road, they would be afraid that they would be in danger.

He asked, "Who is the leader?"

The thieves were worried and no one responded, but several of them quietly looked at a man with a fat face.

The man glared back viciously, took off the iron knife from the roasted sheep, shouted in despair, and chopped towards Liu Shisui.

With a crisp sound, the thief leader's head disappeared and fell straight to the ground.

"Don't be a bandit in the future, it's not good and dangerous."

Liu Shisui pointed to the headless corpse on the ground and said to the bandits: "Look, it's like this."

He was going to say something.

The bandits screamed in horror, dispersed like birds and animals, and fled to the depths of the forest.

Liu Shisui thought about it and did not go to chase him.

His whereabouts are about to be revealed.

He can no longer go to Bulao Lin’s contact point.

The sky is high and the clouds are faint.

The demon fire was born from his feet.

The wind blew, and a afterimage appeared in the mountains and forests.

After counting breaths, he had become a small black dot in the next mountain.

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Two days later.

There is a valley below a certain unknown wild mountain. The mountain is extremely steep and the water is extremely bad.

The river channel was filled with stones, big or small, and the waves hit it, making a thunderous sound.

A dull collision suddenly came from the thunderous sound of water, like a sack full of rice, falling directly on the street from the city.

After a while, Liu Shisui floated out of the turbulent flow and hid her body in the cracks of the rocks with some difficulty to ensure that it was not discovered by people or strange birds in the sky.

He was soaked all over, his face was pale, there was still blood on his clothes, and his chest was slightly sunken, and he was obviously seriously injured.

The fall in his chest was not hit by the stones in the valley, but by a magic weapon.

Last night, he was caught up by several powerful cultivators, and the two sides started a fierce battle, and he was finally forced into a desperate situation.

Just as he was about to be surrounded and killed, he gritted his teeth and jumped into a dark river in the mountains.

Those scattered cultivators did not dare to continue chasing in such a dark environment, so they had to think about it again.

The dark river crosses the abdomen of the mountain range and divides into countless lines, one of which fell from the cliff of this unknown wild mountain.

He believed that those scattered cultivators should not be able to determine their position.

Although he survived by luck, it did not mean safety. He could feel that the danger was still there.

His gaze passed through the cracks of the rocks and fell into the sky.

The sword light can be seen faintly in the distance.

I don’t know if it’s Qingshan Sect or Wurong Sect, but this place should be not far from Haizhou, and there is also a high possibility that the masters of the Xihai Sword Sect will be.

If he was discovered by masters from these sects at this time, he would undoubtedly die.

An old scholar suddenly appeared in the valley.

He looked at Liu Shisui in the crack of the rock and said with emotion: "I really don't understand how people like you live to this day."
Chapter completed!