The wind was very strong. In the deserted ridge, two figures chased each other, carrying a small piece of the carriage and stopped suddenly, turned around suddenly, and shook the carriage with both shoulders. Old Man Song slapped out with one big sleeve, and five fingers pressed on the carriage. The large pieces of iron were burned and hot, and smoke snorted in the palm of his palm. The old man's face only frowned slightly.

The two of them chased each other for nearly ten miles. The fiery red figure took the initiative to return it to the carriage, and the whole body was wrapped in flames. The voice was a little childish, and they said calmly: "Song Qiong and Song Wudi, you are the VIP guest of the Zhu family in the Western Region. After all, you are a practitioner who has been staying in the Ten Realm for 30 years. How could you be a watchdog for someone?"

Old Man Song looked at his eyes and looked at his nose and his heart, and said warmly: "The little Wuliang Mountain? The Jianhu Palace? It won't be from Shu Mountain anyway. Those holy sons are at least the eighth level. You are still half a step away. I really dare not kill the genius of the holy mountain... But the big man behind me has killed a lot. You said I am a watchdog, what are you? I set fire to bite people for the master behind me. I am alone, just seeking to break through the realm and see the prospects. Living for an additional hundred years, it's no big deal to suffer some grievances. Song Qiong I have practiced Taoism for a hundred years and have seen too many geniuses. Those holy sons who fell in the holy mountain are all indiscriminate. Baby, it doesn't matter if you look down on me. If I don't kill you, let you grow up, it's probably a problem whether I can reach the tenth level in my life."

The figure surrounded by flames was not big, and looked young with a hint of childishness. He stood with his hands behind his back and condescending. After hearing this, he sneered and said, "One day I will break through the realm, I will come to kill you. Song Wudi's title is a joke."

Old Man Song smiled and said, "This is indeed a joke. You can try it now. In the wilderness, I killed the disciple of the mountain master of a holy mountain, and no one knows the truth."

In the wind of the deserted ridge, the quasi-saint son wrapped in flames was silent for a while.

"You and I chased for ten miles just for this carriage." The quasi-saint son of the unknown holy mountain narrowed his eyes and said, "This carriage is returned to you, and you and I will clear your mind."

The old man sighed and said, "Young man, have you thought things too simple?"

"There are things in these two carriages that Your Highness attaches great importance to." The old man whispered: "Your Highness is outside the Western Region. In order to make the arrival of these few days, you specially prepared two carriages... Your appearance has caused your Highness to suffer huge losses. How could I let you leave like this?"

He said expressionlessly: "The Holy Mountain behind me will find out the truth. It's not just you, but the entire Zhu family... will suffer."

"The Zhu family will not care about the holy mountain behind you." Old Man Song raised his sleeves and closed his fingers, and his fingertips were close together in his sleeves, wrapping around them one by one, and I don't know what he was preparing for. The Taoist robe was swaying and his face was as haggard as an old man smiled kindly: "Behind me...behind the Zhu family is the third prince; and behind you is the second prince. The two princes are incompatible, but one is in the west and the other is in the east...In this struggle, we are just chess pieces. Now it is a matter of trouble. Even if an important piece dies, in order not to affect the overall situation, even a person like Your Highness can only knock down his teeth and swallow it in his stomach."

The quasi-saint son wrapped in the flames had already begun to search around him. He said coldly: "I am a disciple of Mr. Ganlu of the East Realm."

Old Man Song was slightly stunned and said sincerely: "Mr. Ganlu is meticulous. If I kill you in the East Realm, then I will definitely not be able to escape for three days, and will be caught and tortured to death."

The young man wrapped in the flames was silent, and he had already had a premonition of the unknown.

"It's a pity that this is the Western Region, with a distance of 36,000 miles between east and west. What can Mr. Ganlu...? "The old man has almost completed the magic. The starry light he hid in his sleeves carries an ancient aura that has lived for nearly a hundred years. This move is famous for its great power and is a sword energy in his sleeves.

The old man sighed and said, "Mr. Qingke told me that this is Shushan. I think Mr. Qingke is right. He killed someone in the area of ​​Shushan. Mr. Ganlu, who is far away in the western border, can't find me anyway."

"Well said."

A plain cheering shocked Old Man Song, and his eyebrows, which were originally deaf, suddenly raised.

In the wilderness, there was a man wrapped in a black robe with slender cloth hanging behind him. His steps were slow and he walked down the small desert mountain.

Old Man Song's pupils shrank.

Another figure was squatting on the Xiaohuang Mountain. The man who was squatting was gray in his hair, his eyes were covered with a black linen, and a rusty three-foot iron sword hung around his waist.

What surprised him was not the man who walked down the Little Wilderness Mountain, the man's breath was clean and neat... only the seventh level or the eighth level?

No matter which level is seven or eight, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t take much effort to kill the sword-carried man who is at least two major level.

However, the blind man squatting on the mountain gave himself a creepy feeling that he almost wanted to turn around and escape.

Beyond the tenth realm...the existence of the life star is lit up!

"It's so good... This is Shushan." The man with a sword-carrying sword in a black robe stood on the small desert mountain with the blind man from some time. Now he was walking alone, waved his hand to the blind man behind him, and signaled him not to take action.

I was blind and could not say that I could see any blind man. But after the man with a sword waved his hand, he nodded calmly.

"Nanlu is a person who is not easy to mess with. I have never heard of the clear guest you mentioned... Maybe I am ignorant." The man with a sword walked over with a smile and said, "But they must have all heard of me."

The quasi-saint son wrapped in the flames looked at the sword-carrying man walking in confusion. He suddenly understood, his eyes became terrifying and awe-inspiring.

"I finally know why there are more and more enemies in recent years... Shushan must have taken a lot of blame for the two princes, and then they all took it on my head."

The blind man squatting on the barren mountain couldn't help laughing.

Old Man Song couldn't laugh at all.

The old man in his 100-year-old bowed down and slowly bowed to Xu Zang, who was in his thirties, and asked respectfully: "But that Senior Xu is here?"

Xu Zang raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is Senior Xu? There are too many people with the surname Xu, don't admit it wrong."

Old Man Song suppressed his discomfort and showed no clues on his face. He repeatedly looked at the sword-carrying man in front of him, and confirmed that he had only the peak of the seventh level, and even the starlight was scattering out every moment.

The entire world of cultivation knows Xu Zang's name, and everyone is spreading it... It is this continuous killing of the embryo that has regressed the prosperous era of the Great Sui Dynasty for ten years.

However, more people know that this man has long since disappeared from the grand scene of his past practice.

Four academies, three hunting, the Heavenly Palace, the Underworld, the Major Sacred Mountains, the entire Great Sui Dynasty, and the entire world of practice.

He was chased for ten years.

Old Man Song heard that he was in a downward situation and was in a downward situation every moment.

Seeing him today... he was unwilling to believe it, but Xu Zang's condition did not seem to be good. The starlight accumulated on his body was pitifully small, leaving only the empty space of his realm. Can such a miserable situation be disguised?

Song Qiong doesn't believe it.

"I am indeed the heroic Senior Xu, and it seems that I can't hide it from you anymore." The man with a sword sighed, pulled off his robe, revealing his true face, and smiled on the face with a sword scar: "Song Qiong, right? I seem to have heard of your name... a waste who has lived for a long time, is still in the tenth realm when he is over 100 years old. Why not die?"

When he said this, Xu Zang completely forgot that he was just the seventh realm.

Song Qiong's face was neither sad nor happy, and said, "Senior Xu praised it. Living for a long time is a good thing."

The old man was really afraid of the blind man squatting on the small desert mountain. He glanced at him from time to time, feeling palpitations.

Old Man Song didn't want to make trouble, so he said sincerely: "Senior Xu, I would like to let that quasi-saint son go, can I just expose it?"

Xu Zang raised his eyebrows and said, "If I don't come, will he die?"

Old Man Song nodded.

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Don't care about me, kill me if I should, but I don't like the feeling of taking the blame. The two nobles behind you are not good things, and they dare not act like this, but they are all the same. Every year, every year, they eat a table of food, and they obviously hate each other and they still have to compliment each other?"

A silence.

Xu Zang looked at the old man and said, "Don't let me do it. Kill him quickly."

Old Man Song did not rush to do it, but asked seriously: "What about it?"

"Then?" Xu Zang looked at the old man, rolled his eyes, and said, "Then of course you do it yourself, may you still want me to do it?"

Old Man Song's face turned red.

The quasi-saint son was already ready to escape, but the blind man who was squatting on the small desert mountain was "calling" at him with a smile. Under the invisible pressure, he could not even move.

Old Man Song asked in great apology: "Senior, can you spare me?"

Xu Zang said seriously: "You first wave the knife and cut your tongue, then cut your legs, then cut your right hand with your left hand, and finally cut your left hand with your left hand... If you can do it, I can keep you alive."

After saying this, there was a silence.

Old Man Song at the tenth realm had a red face, raised his sleeves, and the strong wind and starry sky were dancing wildly. The sword energy that had been accumulating for a long time was smashed down by his palm.

Xu Zang, who was standing in the center of the strong wind, looked at the sword energy flying all over the sky and raised his eyebrows.

The black cloth strips were removed, tear and rotated in the air.

There was no sword in the sheath.

Xu Zang held the slender scabbard sheath in his hand, clenched it, and smashed it down violently.

The tip of the scabbard hit the ground, the soil and rocks shattered, and a straight line passed by.

The strong wind suddenly tore apart.

Xu Zang was too lazy to see the body of Old Man Song, which was cut in half, turned around and asked the quasi-saint son in a lazy way: "Behind you is the second prince, and which holy mountain is from the East Realm?"

The quasi-saint could not say a word, and his whole body trembled, and the flames were mixed with the blazing wind and sword energy, tearing and scraping away, revealing a childish face.

It turned out to be a woman.

The woman's face was bloodless, and her half-kneeling posture turned into a bumpy sitting, her eyes stayed on the scabbard held by Xu Zang.

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Why, I have heard of Xixue, but I didn't expect that what I carried was just a sword sheath?"

The woman's lips were pale, nodded and shook her head, her voice seemed to have lost her soul, and she trembled: "I am... Bailu Cave, from the Academy."

Xu Zang raised his eyebrows and said, "Bailu Cave Academy?"

He raised one hand and the dark cloth sucked in an instant, like a small tornado, surrounding the thin snow sword sheath.

Xu Zang walked all the way and killed most of the people in the world of cultivation, but there were several holy mountains... he would not kill them.

Bailu Cave Academy is one of them.

The man slowly tied the scabbard and said calmly: "The Bailu Cave Academy does not form an alliance with the prince. This is the rule. If you violate the teacher's order, please go into seclusion after you go back."

The young woman half-kneeled on the ground was stunned and didn't understand what the man meant.

Xu Zang looked a little bored and frowned and said, "Don't you understand? I won't kill the people from Bailu Cave Academy. After I go back, I will break off contact with the second prince as soon as possible, so as not to shame your master."

The woman's face was blushing and she was very ashamed.

Xu Zang turned around and was about to leave.

"Uncle Master..." The woman suddenly spoke and said, "There are people in the academy waiting for you."

Xu Zang stopped and did not look back, saying, "This is not a question worth my troubles, please stop waiting."

The woman looked sad and said quietly: "Uncle Shuiyue has always wanted to ask Uncle Junior, why don't you want to come to Bailu for a look?"

Xu Zang didn't want to look back, but stopped: "First of all, I am no longer the uncle of Shushan... Also, I don't kill the people from Bailu Cave, but just remember the old love. I don't owe Shuiyue or Bailu Cave. If she wants to see me, she can come to me. I can invite her to have tea and help her kill people. All I can do is these two things."

Xu Zang said calmly: "As for why I didn't go to Bailu Cave Academy... it's different from what you think, it's not that I don't want to see her, I don't want to see her."

The woman sitting on the ground had a hint of confusion, and she could hear a hint of tactfulness in the man's tone.

Xu Zang carried Xixue back on her shoulders and left without looking back.
To be continued...