The sound of horse hooves on the official road rolled like thunder.

Four blood-red figures with disheveled hair, because the horse under their crotch was too fast, from a distance, looked like four black and red arrows shot from the front and back close to the earth.

The four practitioners who have entered the first level, even if they have just entered the first level, are more than a little stronger than those reckless men who have not practiced.

When you can swallow starlight in your breath, all your limbs and lungs will undergo qualitative changes... This is the first step from man to God. Even if he does not produce divinity, it is no longer the same as that of mortals.

Ning Yi ate a Sui Yang Pearl that had been around for five hundred years, and a thousand purple Xuan Danshe who had traveled around was able to swallow starlight like a dragon drawing water on the back of the red bark. Although he failed to break through the realm, his physical changes were already reflected... when he was chopping and killing horse thieves from the corn pile.

Whether it is speed, strength, or resilience, it is no longer at the same level as that of mortals.

Among the four horses, the first one was the third leader. A scarlet horse, huge and strong, with his steps trembling like rolling thunder, and rumbling to the ground like a big bulge and hitting it very quickly.

The thin man with his body against the horse's back, his hair scattered, covering his face and swept backwards. There was a cut-cut knife behind him, and the handle of the knife was tied with an iron chain and a steel cable, and he grabbed it tightly at the end.

This is a long-desolated official road. It has been deserted for many years, with weeds growing everywhere. The road is quite flat and straight, but there is a turning point at the end.

Before turning the road at the intersection, the third leader was the first to notice a trace of uneasiness.

As he passed by, two deserted ridges in front of him were floating in the face, and the cold wind blew. A young man stood in the heavy rain, his eyes closed with a cold expression, without holding an umbrella, and gently held the tip of the umbrella on the ground, standing alone in the center of the abandoned official road.

The third leader narrowed his eyes.

It was difficult for him to understand where this uneasy factor came from?

The boy who stood in the heavy rain at night was obviously waiting for him. There was no one beside him and no one behind him.

He was alone and had no practice.

There is nothing but an umbrella.

The subtle sound of chain sprockets sounded, and the man lying on the horse's back clenched the black iron chain in his hand, and the handle of the knife tied to the other end and the blade body began to tremble continuously. In the sound of the horse's hooves, the three comrades behind him held the knife expressionlessly while lowering their heads, looking thoughtful, but in fact they were preparing for the next fight that was about to break out.

When walking around the world, before you take out your sword and sword, do not have a collision of eyes. The murderous intent is hidden in the sheath, and also in your eyes. The longer you hide it, the more blood you can bring out when you are pulled out of the sheath.

If you have a disagreement, you draw your sword to face each other. There is a long period of tolerance and confrontation. The last time you pull out the sheath is often the most unexpected attack.

Twenty feet apart.

The horse thief who was originally planning to hide his murderous intent and swept by, if nothing happened, would make the horse thief who buried the teenage body in the heavy rain notice a chaotic aura in the world.

The boy who had just lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes and frowned suddenly opened his eyes.

In the heavy rain, Ning Yi picked up the umbrella sword. The boy took the first step forward and then began to run wildly. The sound of his rapid breathing mixed with the sound of his footsteps shattering the raindrops.

Carrying an umbrella is like carrying a sword, and shampooing an umbrella is like dragging a knife.

Everyone ignored the slight sound of the umbrella sword twisting the hilt.

Ning Yi slid down with his left wrist, holding the hilt of the sword in his palm, and with a click, the umbrella bone turned sideways, and the cold sword edge reflected a ray of rain. After the last step, a figure jumped high.

Holding an umbrella in both hands, a sword is like a stick.

Sword smashing!

......

......

When the weak boy started running, his body was against the wind, and his stubborn cheeks were covered with rain. He held an umbrella in his hands and the umbrella was rolling and rolling, making the third leader mistakenly think that he was a closed disciple of a sword master.

Holding an umbrella, and killing with a knife.

When he heard the sound of the "Sa" sword edge in the world, he became more cautious, thinking that this was actually a disciple of a sword master, who used an umbrella as a sword, and the Money Gang had offended such a magical swordsman.

When the distance between the two sides was only more than meter, he pulled out the iron chain, and a bunch of rain was smashed by rust, and the knife was unsheathed. However, he found that the young man did not stop and handed out the sword, but jumped high, held the umbrella in his hands, penetrated the rain curtain with the tip of the umbrella, and fell down—

The umbrella that looked delicate and small, only women could use, was so arrogant and unreasonable that the young man fell from the sky and fell to the ground. Four fast horses rushed past him. The most scarlet and eye-catching big red horse broke through the process of running, and together with the man on the horse, he slid and fell out in the heavy rain of solemn rain, and fell into pieces of blood and blood.

The boy who fell to the ground knelt on one knee, stood up, looked at a large piece of blood-red earth sliding out from behind, and took a deep breath.

Ning Yi's face was a little pale and his eyes were firm. He held the umbrella sword in both hands, and his ten fingers were still extremely stable, but his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of rain is too loud and the sound of sword is too low.

The sound of horse hooves stagnated for a moment.

The three red-eyed horse bandits witnessed their death from the third leader and forgot that they had passed by the young man. They just needed to whip the horse back to the city. They immediately turned around and pulled out the thick knife. The starry light rose, the rain splashed, and the charge began again.

In the world, love and friendship are at the forefront.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and he dragged the umbrella sword and ran away again. This time, in order to confirm his "guessment", he did not jump high again and use Xu Zang's sword smashing.

The moment the three dark horses passed by the boy, the sword energy swept around the starry light, and passed by the boy's hair and eyebrows. Ning Yi did not avoid any choice to shake him, and did not even go around. He stood up his umbrella sword in a very reckless manner, grabbed the handle of the umbrella with one hand, and stood up with one finger, pressed against the back of the sword.

Three long swords hit Ning Yi's umbrella sword almost indiscriminately. The umbrella sword did not tremble at all. The long sword was as fragile as paper, and was half in half without any suspense.

The black shadow pressed over, and then the big dark horse that hit the sword's edge brought Ning Yi a "boom" hindrance. The boy held his breath and stormed the strong wind in front of the big dark horse. He bent his knees slightly, rushed by, leaned down, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and aimed the tip of the umbrella sword at the abdomen.

The "umbrella sword" that Xu Zang bought for unknown amount of money was so smoothly opened. Ning Yi opened his eyes wide and lived under the dark horse's belly. He looked at the heavy and sticky blood in great shock, sprinkling all over his body. The horse that was as fast as thunder... without feeling the pain, he ran into two halves, slipped out, and his speed suddenly decreased. Then he widened his eyes and separated the left and right sides. Finally, he threw a loud bang and flew to the ground, and the corpse splashed heavy bloody rain.

The heavy rain was heavy, and the bumpy water holes were smashed into bright red, and the swaying mist was hissing in the hot air.

Thunder roared above the dome.

But the ground was dead silent.

The pale boy lowered his waist and turned around and stood up with a sluggish throat. Then he picked up the umbrella sword in a complicated mood. He opened the umbrella with a click, then put the umbrella in his arms, held the handle of the umbrella and then opened the sword. After repeating this for two or three times, he still couldn't see the clues of the umbrella sword.

Ning Yi, who stared at the umbrella bone silently, hesitated for several breaths, and finally gave up the idea of ​​using his finger to try the sharpness of the umbrella sword.

On the other side, the starlight was still rising, and the starlight in the first realm seemed weak and slim in the heavy rain. The two bandits riding on the horse held two cut-off knives in their hands. They did not look back to see their second dead companion.

The umbrella sword did not kill him directly, but it was not only the big dark horse that hit the sword's edge, but also the lower body of the man who charged forward on the horse's back. The dark horse ran quickly and divided into two halves. The man on the horse's back also extended the gap in the sword weapon and was torn and pulled into two halves.

The two first-level practitioners sat on the horse with pale faces, shaking and unsteady. The two horses under their crotch were irritable and restless, and they beat the ground with four feet. In any case, they were unwilling to rush to the formation again, and they almost shook the two of them off their horses.

The heavy rain poncho fell down, which made the two practitioners in the early realm feel a little cold and even a little desperate.

This young man with cruel means... was definitely not like an unknown person. As for the sharp umbrella sword, it was even more unheard of.

He didn't know what background this young man had.

But he knew... this area is three thousand miles in a radius and the largest mountain is called Shushan.

"It is not my intention to kill innocent people indiscriminately..." Ning Yi walked over with his umbrella sword. A distance away, he looked at the two tall dark horses and said softly: "If you don't escape, I will let you go."

A first-level practitioner was sitting on the back of a horse. He frowned and looked at the irritable and restless dark horse, and inserted a blade into the horse's body with force. The dark horse screamed in pain, but was still indifferent.

He knew that he could not escape, so he asked pale and said, "Are you a newly acquired disciple of Shushan?"

Ning Yi thought for a moment and said calmly: "Not counted."

The practitioner on the horse's back had a complicated expression. When he heard this answer, "It's not considered true", it was both affirmative and negative.

This sentence...is enough to show that the young man in front of him does have some connection with Shushan.

He still refused to ask: "Have the Money Gang ever offended?"

Ning Yi rotated the umbrella sword and said softly: "Yesterday outside Anle City... Jin Qian Kang had some unpleasant conflicts with me, and you cut me twice."

"Senior must kill everyone?" The man on the horse was holding half of the blade, and Xinghui gathered in his hand and said dullly: "Two swords and two swords, if you just eliminate them, my money gang is willing to pay a lot of money for seniors."

Ning Yi was stunned when he heard the word "Senior". He smiled and said, "Although the name of the Money Gang sounds very rich... but I am not short of money now."

Xu Zang once said that killing people must be killed. If he has the strength to do so, then no one can be left behind.

The umbrella sword rotated, Ning Yi jumped up, cutting across without hesitation.

With a slight sound in the sky and the earth, the rain curtain was cut open by an umbrella, the rain line closed again, and the two corpses fell off the horse.

Ning Yi, who tried hard to squeeze out a smile, patted the huge horse's head, turned around, raised his head, and sighed at Susha Qiuyu, who kept falling from the dome.
Chapter completed!