Dijiang's figure cut through the night, carrying the howling wind and moving away at high speed. The silver light gradually became farther away, but the sharp and sharp murderous intent in the distance became closer and closer.
The murderous intention was not manic and public, but filled the entire space with an extremely cold feeling, calm, indifferent, and extremely dangerous.
Li Tianlan has passed out.
The saint felt his pulse and heartbeat and breathed a sigh of relief.
The No. 6 war zone divided by the East Island is not big or small, but in two days, the Saints have been unable to find Li Tianlan. Part of it is because of the size of the No. 6 war zone, but the other part is because Li Tianlan is too fast.
There is never any nonsense in high-intensity battles, take action, fight, decide between life and death, and retreat.
Every time Li Tianlan takes a shot, the Saints are always one step behind him.
It was like this at first, but through some remaining clues, the Saint gradually could tell that Li Tianlan's strength had reached a terrifying level. Then he stopped being anxious and followed leisurely behind.
But he didn't expect that Li Tianlan would meet Di Jiang at the end of the battle. If he came a step too late, the saints didn't dare to think about the consequences.
But even so, he still let Di Jiang take away the extremely valuable Human Emperor. At this moment, looking at Li Tianlan in a coma, the saint suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
The killing intent that was wildly surging in the air suddenly stopped at a certain moment.
The night sky suddenly became clear.
The killing intent all over the battlefield turned into an almost completely transparent shadow silently. The shadow fluctuated violently in the dark night, and then turned into a black shadow.
The murderous intention has completely disappeared.
The place where the black shadow stood was filled with nothingness.
The saint's brows furrowed, thoughtfully.
"how?"
Zed, who rushed to the battlefield, asked in a hoarse voice.
He and the saint are both dressed in black, but their temperaments are completely different.
Every movement of the saint inadvertently seemed to be filled with surging sword energy, but the calamity was silent. Apart from mystery, there was only endless darkness wherever he passed.
"Severely injured, too tired."
The Saint picked up Li Tianlan and handed him to Jie. He was silent for a moment and continued: "The Human Emperor is lost."
"Um?"
Zed simply pronounced a syllable.
"It's Jiang Hongwei. You came a step too late, otherwise you might have been able to keep him."
The saint sighed with regret, but there was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes. Recalling that moment of confrontation and the lightning that penetrated the sky and the earth, he laughed at himself, thinking that he was indeed a terrible junior.
"Beihai Wang's twin thunder veins?"
Jie's tone was calm. The Jiang family in Beihai Province was already a well-respected wealthy family. Heir to the Jiang family and Wang Tianzong's direct disciple, such an identity could not be completely secret. Although Jiang Hongwei, the double thunder vein, had never taken action against him,
Some big figures in Central Continent will basically have a rough judgment on their strength.
If he can grow up normally, even if he is not in the invincible realm now, he will basically have the combat power of the invincible realm. In the Beihai Wang family, he is truly the second master.
"You should be no match for him."
Zed said, his tone clear and straightforward.
"The saint is indeed no match for him. But I am more than a saint."
The saint shook his head, his tone a little complicated.
"He knows your identity."
Jie's tone was indifferent, but both of them knew the trouble contained in this sentence.
The relationship between the Palace of Reincarnation and the City of Sighs has been established since the saint first climbed Mount Taibai. If Jiang Hongwei exposes the true identity of the saint, the uproar that will follow will be enough to make the Wang family of Beihai and Kunlun
The city was completely on alert.
The saint took a deep breath and said calmly: "There is no way. If I don't really draw my sword tonight, I won't be able to stop him, and Tianlan will be in danger by then."
He is the first king of reincarnation, but the strength he can show as a saint is really average. It is roughly between the ordinary half-step invincibility and the peak half-step invincibility. With only sword energy but no sword intention, this sword is equal to
It has no soul, but once the sword intention appears, it will be all trouble.
Jie held Li Tianlan in his arms, took out a bottle of blue medicine and gave it to him to drink, and remained silent for a while.
"Whoosh!"
The silver light in the darkness instantly cut through the night sky.
The silver light was like a meteor, with a terrifying momentum, but no killing intent. The sharp edge fell at Jie's feet.
A figure in a black cloak came out from the other side and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay."
The Human Emperor, who was taken away by Di Jiang, was still in the shape of Fang Tian's painted halberd, now stuck on the ground in front of Jie, trembling slightly.
"military adviser?"
Zed's entire face was hidden under the mask, and he raised his eyebrows calmly.
"Nice to meet you."
The military advisor's voice was filled with a smile, and he cupped his hands. He didn't say anything about the first meeting. The two had already met at the meeting a few days ago, although they had not communicated with each other.
Jie nodded, looked at the Human Emperor in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and said with some confusion: "This is..."
"I talked to the little guy named Di Jiang to reason, maybe because I felt that I was wrong. The guy left his weapon and left."
The military advisor chuckled, gentle and gentle without any sharpness.
"you?"
Jie asked rhetorically.
"I can't do it myself, but don't we have you? Anyway, the distance is not far, and I can't reason with him, so the three of us can't reason with him together? That little guy is a smart man, and he is sensible."
The military advisor glanced at the saint with a smile and continued: "There is no need to worry about your identity."
The saint seemed to understand something, and then he frowned, his eyes changed, and he winked at the military advisor.
The military advisor nodded knowingly, turned around and left.
"I know the identity of the saint. What about you? Who are you?"
Feeling Li Tianlan's breathing becoming more and more steady, Jie looked at the military advisor's back and suddenly asked.
The military advisor paused for a moment, then hurried into the darkness again, as if he was in a hurry.
His voice floated in the night sky, clearly reaching my ears.
"I am the military advisor. I am also the sword-wielding hand of reincarnation."
His figure disappeared now, and he seemed to be on his way with all his strength.
However, Jie's pupils condensed instantly. He silently looked at the direction in which the military advisor was leaving. After a long time, he turned back to look at the military advisor and said in a deep voice: "Does the sword really exist?"
knife.
Invisible knife.
A knife that is hard to detect.
In Central Continent, only a very few people are aware of the existence of this sword, but they are vague about it. Not to mention the robbery, I am afraid that even Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun don't know what this so-called sword is.
"Natural existence."
The saint said calmly: "It won't take long."
Jie took a deep breath, looked at the saint seriously and asked: "The military advisor is the hand holding the sword, so who is the sword-wielder? It can't be the Lord of Samsara Palace, right?"
"I used to be the boss."
The saint hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully: "When Tian Lan returns to China, it will be Tian Lan who holds the sword. He may never imagine what kind of sword the boss left for him in Zhongzhou."
"I can't imagine it either."
Jie's tone was as calm as water: "It seems that Mr. Qin has made up his mind. The gift she left behind is indeed valuable, but it may not be what Tianlan wants."
"But this is what he needs most. Because he is in Middle-earth."
The saint's tone was indifferent.
Jie stopped talking.
He has never been good at emotional matters. There is always a choice between sensibility and rationality. Qin Weibai made a choice, what about Li Tianlan?
He looked at Li Tianlan, who was still unconscious, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I didn't expect that the legendary sword really existed, so what have the Beihai Wang family and Kunlun City been doing for so many years? What's the meaning of what they did?
The saint did not speak, but turned around silently and said calmly: "Let's go. There are still things to do."
Without saying anything else, Jie hugged Li Tianlan and disappeared in an instant.
And on the other side of the battlefield.
The figure of the military advisor was running rapidly through the mountains and forests, without any energy left.
The trees flashed quickly behind him.
Suddenly.
His figure suddenly stopped in place.
The sweltering heat brewed in the mountain forest, bringing with it a despairing silence.
The figure of the military advisor slowly took one step forward, then another.
His body stopped under a big tree.
The military advisor was silent, but his eyes instantly became extremely wild and fierce.
here.
It's where he separates from his boss.
Before they left, the boss rested under the tree.
But now...
The big tree is still...
The boss is missing!
.......
Lin'an, Zhongzhou.
The white mist in Qingyun Mountain still lingers.
The white mist shrouded every corner of the mountain and was so thick that it could not be dissolved.
The white mist flows clearly and slowly in the night.
Master Wuwei, the most famous metaphysics master in Central Continent, stood quietly in front of the temple gate, lowering his head with a smile on his face, looking at the lush flowers in front of the temple gate.
Large tracts of flowers have now completely covered all the roads in the temple.
Ancient temples, white mist, and blooming flowers are everything.
A drop of bright red blood flowed from Master Wuwei's chest and fell on the flowers.
The old monk, whose white hair had completely disappeared, suddenly touched his bald head and looked at the night sky.
The sky is still filled with white mist, as misty as a fairyland.
Threads of water droplets were falling from the sky, breaking through the white mist and moisturizing the flowers and plants.
"It's raining..."
He murmured softly, opened his mouth, but closed it again.
The master originally planned to ask his two apprentices to come and enjoy the rain together, but as he spoke, he remembered that his two apprentices, Ruzhen and Ruye, had already been arranged by him to go to the East Island.
He sighed softly, turned around, and slowly walked into the temple door.
Another drop of blood fell from his chest.
Blood drops fell to the ground and splashed with blood flowers.
The rain is getting heavier.
...
Changdao International Airport.
Two middle-aged monks who looked exactly the same in appearance, body shape, and temperament slowly walked out of the hall.
Both of them were dressed in simple monk robes, and their expressions were peaceful and tranquil.
The two monks who had been walking side by side came to the outside of the hall in silence, looked at each other, and turned around without saying a word.
One person is facing east and the other is facing west.
Lopsided.
Rolling thunder suddenly sounded in the dull night sky.
Dense lightnings pierced the night sky before the thunder, falling from above.
In an instant, heavy rain, thunder and lightning accompanied by strong winds descended on Long Island.
The sweltering heat of Long Island has completely subsided.
The overwhelming torrential rain suppressed everything.
The only sound left in the world is the sound of rain.