Outside Qiyang Village.

The dark night enveloped the valley, and the two red bonfires on the plank road swayed in the wind, and for a moment, dyed the shimmering dark lake surface on both sides red.

The lake surface is like a twisted mirror, reflecting two swaying afterimages on the plank road.

The metal and iron collided violently, and the loud shouts came one after another.

The blade energy roared like a spear, and wherever two galloping shadows went, the wooden railings were cut off, and the bonfire split!

The already restless lake surface has been ruthlessly divided by the plundering thousands of sharp auras, and has been destroyed beyond recognition.

When we reached the center of the plank road, these two afterimages, as fast as the wind, suddenly separated, about two feet apart!

Squeak ~

The narrow door behind him opened, and the villagers who survived the disaster had been helped into the village by two people.

The third uncle of this pair of swords is so magnificent that he is more than seven feet tall, his hair is as bright as a steel needle, his beard is neat and slightly raised, and there is an ancient copper abacus hanging on his waist, with lotus patterns on his beads.

He bowed like a mantis, wearing a dark gray cloth, with black steps, and a pair of powerful iron fists clenched in front of his cuffs, crossed in front of his body like a mantis's knife arm, looking sideways behind him.

Hearing the sound of the village gate closing, his eyes were locked at the thin man in the straw raincoat with the blood feather blade hanging in front of him, and he shouted: "What do you mean when you arrive in my village?"

At this moment, the village was already crowded with people, and there were at least dozens of people.

They all looked at Uncle San's back with concern.

The two of them had a clash before, and even ordinary people had already seen that these three people were probably not ordinary demon cultivators who accidentally entered the valley to cause trouble, nor were they the villagers who could resist the wooden guns and wooden shields. I wonder if the "Three Uncle" could defeat it?

In the middle of the plank road, the mysterious thin man in the straw raincoat covered his face under the hat. He was slowly lifting his blade in front of his chest, and at the same time, he suddenly kicked out with one step back!

Da~!!

The sound of a sonic boom suddenly sounded, and his foot was down the plank road, and the broken wood flew everywhere in an instant.

Just as the third uncle frowned, the man in the straw raincoat had turned into a shadow, bringing out a series of fierce waves of hostility, and slashing in!

Uncle San also spread his arms and rushed forward.

He was like a mantis who rushes to eat. He waved the two swords in his hand and slashed forward, leading a series of golden flowers to slash chains, making the shadow of the sword in front of him burning and unstoppable.

The sound of "ding ding dangdang" continued to explode around the two of them. They moved between the whistling wind and slashed violently in the blade's aura.

The sword light and sword shadow suddenly appeared in front of and behind the plank road, as if the stars were flying, the silver dragon and the thunderbolt were slashed, and the killing was inside and outside three meters!

Only when the third uncle was angry, he not only avoided the deadly blade aura raised by the blood feather blade, but also spread his arms along the way, spinning like a silver windmill winch, and slashing and crushing towards the man in the raincoat as fast as thunder.

But this seemingly invincible and airtight attack was defeated by the opponent's whip-leg sweeping force!

In an instant, Uncle San suffered a violent blow in his head, like a white light thunder thunder in his head!

He only groaned and had already turned around and smashed three feet away.

How could the man in the straw raincoat let go of such a great opportunity?

He transformed into a storm of the wind again, and with a bloody feather blade, he slashed down with bloody force, and was about to cut off the San Uncle who was close to him with one sword!

And how could the third uncle not know the other party’s plan?

When he turned wildly, he had already clenched his swords and pressed his fists to the ground. He was strong but light. He actually turned over and knelt on one knee, not only stabilizing his body, but also raising the knife to hold him up.

The two swords of Futu hit the blood blade, and the face was covered with a violent aura, and the skin was blooming like a slaughter of thousands of feet!

The sound of gold and iron critical strike suddenly exploded into the world.

Sparks flew in front of the two of them, and the wooden railings on both sides rushed to break, and the lake surface quickly exploded and waves burst!

The man in the straw raincoat held the blood blade in one hand and pressed it down, and the blade energy roared and roared.

Uncle San, who had a close face, crossed his swords with his cuts, gritted his teeth and struggled to support him, and asked in surprise: "Are you..."

The man in the straw raincoat looked up slightly, his golden pupils flashed with a fierce smile, and he laughed strangely: "My third loss, my second separation, how can I be fine?"

Hearing these few breaths of laughter, Uncle San suddenly opened his eyes and looked shocked: "Senior Brother Third!?"

Then his light accidentally passed over the straw raincoat man and looked at the two figures standing quietly on the other side.

And just as he was distracted, the man in the straw raincoat, called the third senior brother, had already pressed the blood feather blade, and then turned the blood wheel in one go!

Puff~

The blood blade afterimage wheel slashed down, easily penetrated the flesh, and slashed directly on the third uncle's shoulder scapula and clavicle!

The flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the third uncle gritted his teeth and roared, and the two swords forced the situation to be dismembered!

But how could the man in the straw raincoat let him go?

I saw him holding the blade in his left hand and pressing it down, hitting the end of the blade handle with his right sharply. He suddenly stabbed forward and approached it. When the blade sparks rubbed and blood splashed in the front part.

Uncle San knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely not be able to escape the misfortune.

His energy sinks into his dantian and suddenly urges his power to stop drinking: "Futu~Chang Lianying!"

In an instant, the golden light of the two swords of Futu was shining brightly. Under the force of slashing and urging the spirit, the sword lights bloomed like golden lotus!

The shadow of the lotus flower in the Buddha is formed by the interweaving of thousands of spiritual power and sword shadows. The golden light covers the front, and the sharp momentum moves forward.

But the man in the straw raincoat was not afraid at all. He quickly flashed his body and retreated, and then he lowered his body and urged the evil spirit to power, and he drank like an eagle crying and Devil's Crying: "Blood feathers penetrated the sky!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his blade and picked it out. The afterimage was as fast as lightning, and it was like a big roc flapping its wings soaring into the sky for 90,000 miles. It was filled with water waves around him covering the sky and the earth!

The sound of collapse suddenly appeared in the sky and the waves. I wonder what the situation of the two people inside were?

Suddenly, the sound of a critical thunder suddenly erupted.

A gray-clothed afterimage was already screaming and rolling out and falling in front of the village gate. When it reached the ground, it opened a stone crack. When it reached the thick village gate, it was already broken and shaking!

Immediately, a disdainful laugh came from the waves: "Junior brother, the thing returns to the original owner..."

In an instant, two sharp sword lights broke through the water one after another.

It was like a silver thunder, making a harsh sound of cracking the air, and it pierced deeply into the shoulders of the third uncle who was leaning against the village gate. It was the two swords of the Futu!

Meanwhile, behind the waterfall in the valley.

The boy was looking at the third uncle who was sitting in front of the village gate with two knife nails, covered in blood. He murmured in a daze: "Why...? Why do they hurt the third uncle?"

Seeing the man in the bad straw raincoat from afar and was about to approach Uncle San, he opened his eyes immediately, exclaimed "Ah" and wanted to go there.

But Luo Yu grabbed it and said, "Don't move."

The boy turned around and struggled, desperately beating Luo Yu's fingers like iron pliers, and hissing anxiously: "Let me go! Let me go, Uncle San is in danger..."

Luo Yu still did not let go and said in a deep voice: "You go... you will die."

But the boy didn't listen, but kept shouting at him: "I'm not afraid of death! Uncle San saved me and all the villagers. He is a good person, and he can't die..."

As he said that, the boy shed tears.

Luo Yu frowned and looked at the boy for a moment. He finally let go of his hand and pushed him to Baboer's side.

He stepped out and blocked the road down the mountain, facing his back to the boy and Ba Boer who looked puzzled, and said without looking back: "Look at him."

"Young man, be careful." Ba Boer did not stop her, she grabbed the quiet boy.

The boy's eyes suddenly turned into a light of expectation. She looked up excitedly at Ba Boer: "Sister, can the eldest brother beat the bad guy?"

Ba Boer looked at Luo Yu who was walking along the mountain road without any rush, and nodded slightly: "Well, the young master is very powerful."

"real!"

The boy was naturally very excited after receiving the affirmation of the powerful sister in front of him.

Because although he had never seen Luo Yu take action, he had seen the power of this beautiful big sister.

The owner of such a powerful big sister must be even more powerful!

But when he saw Luo Yu slowly descending the mountain road as if he was walking, he was anxiously saying, "Ah~ Why is he so slow for big brother..."

Ba Boer rubbed the boy's head and comforted him: "Don't worry, your third uncle will be fine, let's talk about it... the most powerful person is always the last appearance."

"Ah~!?" The boy was stunned.

In fact, before Ba Bo'er finished speaking, they discovered three evil cultivators at this moment, and the three evil cultivators must have noticed their arrival.

Therefore, the three of them did not take action together, and the intention was to prevent them.

Previously, the reason why Baboer did not stop Luo Yu was because she knew that the strength of the three mysterious straw raincoat men would probably not surpass the Yazun's line.

Now, although Luo Yu only has the fourth level of Hechi, he has the blessing of the innate dark gold armor, and his strength is close to the holy plane, so naturally there is no danger.

...

At this moment, there were already many holes on the plank road in front of the broken narrow door.

The man in the straw raincoat, who was as fast as the wind, was coming with his blood feather blade.

He stepped on the solid ground of the island, looked at the third uncle who had pulled out his two swords and stood up, and said, "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, and you have repeatedly opposed us secretly. Don't worry about the feelings of the same schoolmates."

Uncle San held the blood-stained swords in his hand and gasped, "Same class? Haha~Same class is different!"

As he said that, he pointed to the man in the raincoat with blood: "Golden Peng! You have long deviated from my mind and have long deviated from the right path of Ganan. The Pure Land is like a purgatory on earth! I have come here for the great wish of three losses, and I vow to clear the door and cross this endless sea of ​​suffering of the Pure Land."

A sarcastic laughter sounded, and the sound shook the valley.
To be continued...