At night, a white harrier fell into a courtyard of the walled city, stood by the woman's window, uttered a murderous word, then tilted its head, blood overflowed from its beak, and died.
The woman gently stroked its head and turned back to the house.
"Command the divine guard to take action! Kill without mercy."
"It's an order."
The order cannot be changed, Xinyue stared at the door blankly, feeling regretful in her heart, maybe it was the unknown god that made the Blood Spirit God feel threatened, or maybe this matter did not go to the gods at all, just the Blood Spirit Cult
revenge?
Xinyue has never thought about killing Cao An. In such a large dynasty, there are only two gods she knows so far. One is worshiped by the Blood Spirit Sect, and the other is the one behind Cao An. Although it is a bit offensive to say this, she
Deep down in his heart, he really felt nothing about the loss of the Blood Spirit Sect, so naturally he had no hatred towards Cao An.
When she came here, she felt like she was being attracted by something divine and wanted to take a look.
I just didn't expect that the information I reported would lead to such a result.
She once entered the Blood Spirit Cult with reverence and piety for the gods. In her expectation, the gods should be bright, at least on the side of mankind. However, after so many years, she has only seen nothing in the Blood Spirit Cult.
Bloody and dirty, they picked up the behavior that even the lowest common people scorned.
She framed it into a dogma and a ritual in a deviant way, and followed it throughout her life. She experienced doubt, resentment, and numbness, to the point where she had no feeling for God, nor for the Blood Spirit Cult.
Now, she wants to see another god.
Fresh food.
Murderous intent arose at night. The moment a few people approached the guest room, Cao An had already woken up from his trance. He waved and put his gourd on his back, holding an iron sword in one hand. His eyes were cold. The moment the figure approached, he turned around slightly.
, walked out against the wall and broke through a wooden wall panel.
Walking into another room was like walking into an open door, everything flowed smoothly without any obstruction.
The two people on the bed were startled, followed by two terrifying male voices.
According to Qi Machine Perception, there are a total of twelve people near the Xianweizhai. Each of them has the strength to condense Qi in no less than three scenes. The highest one should have reached the Four Scenery Opening Veins. In Cao An's perception, the degree of condensation of Qi is
It's completely different. If the other twelve people's true energy is as cold and warm as the moonlight, his true energy is as hot and dazzling as the sun.
Whoosh!
The iron sword was unsheathed, and it pierced the window grille accurately, splashing out a touch of crimson. She sheathed the sword and raised her breath. She stood up like a flying eagle, smashed through the roof, swept away diagonally, and stood independently on the eaves. In less than three breaths,
Here, not only did he leave the encirclement, but he also occupied a condescending position, with a glint in his eyes.
It has a perfect eagle shape and can see small objects. Although it cannot achieve night vision, it is enough in such an environment.
There were eleven people left, all dressed in night clothes. The situation in the guest room had already alarmed the entire inn, because it was surprisingly quiet at the moment, without any sound.
Ah Huang stood on the eaves, a little afraid of heights.
"Protect yourself, don't follow me!" After Cao An finished speaking, three figures landed on the roof.
The sword is an ordinary iron sword, and the moves are basic sword moves, without any gorgeous sword light. Cao An casts his power like lightning, and rushes towards the black shadow on the left, like an eagle striking the sky, carrying the power of a sword, the black shadow makes
Fully prepared, the other two people in the triangle also took action.
However, at this moment, the eagle's strike into the sky suddenly turned around, and like a spiritual swallow, it drew a smooth arc in the air and turned backwards.
In the night, the iron sword suddenly gained brilliance.
Like a piece of warm jade, it disappeared in a flash, and a big head rolled down the ridge of the roof. However, the body slammed into the guest room, causing a brief but suppressed cry.
Without stopping, he struck out with his sword again and rushed towards the enemy's face. The black shadow raised his sword with both hands and stopped Cao An's sword tip with the sword body. However, he misjudged Cao An's strength and the sword body shattered, failing to stop him at all.
As a result, his eyes were horrified and full of disbelief, and he struck out with a menacing sword, but it didn't make the expected sound during the close combat.
There was only a slight sound of shattering, and the long sword was inserted into his chest like cutting tofu, cutting off the last remaining life.
The sound of breaking through the air came from behind, and the man who gracefully handed the sword seemed to have a clear sky one second, and the next second there were black clouds over the city, and thunder exploded in the sky. He raised his body several feet, twisted his body, pointed the sword tip down a little, and the silver crown fell off.
Falling, the long hair was raised, and the black shadow immediately fell to the ground, no longer alive.
The eagle strikes the swallow, its body is like lightning, or it moistens things silently, elegant and unrestrained, or it thunders and riots, destroying everything. Tonight, it is Cao An's sword dance. The cornice of the inn is his own stage. This sword dance is beautiful, but
He also danced vigorously.
In just a dozen breaths, all eleven black shadows were killed. He defeated the enemy with one move, and there was absolutely no extra sword thrown. It was fair and just.
Cao An flicked his long sword to knock off the last drop of blood. He rose and fell before settling in front of the man blocking the end of the long street.
"You didn't take any action and you didn't go to the roof. Do you still want to fight?" His tone was calm, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.
"You have entered Sanjing. It seems that the previous information is no longer valid." The man, half-covered in animal skin, untied the two cloud hammers around his waist to one side.
"Still want to fight?"
"My God wants you to die. I can't do anything but use all my strength. You killed eleven people in a row. It seems like an understatement, but you don't have much physical strength left, right? When you first enter the Three Scenes, how many times can you use your true energy? Come on,
I don't use weapons." The man said it seemingly openly and with great courage.
But Cao An could see that the distribution of muscles on this man's body made it clear that he was a man with great leg skills, but his hands did not look like he was wielding heavy weapons.
Cao An did not attack him, he took back his sword and carried it behind his back.
"You are from the Blood Spirit God Sect, right? That's fine. What I'm better at is boxing and kicking."
His smile faltered and he laughed twice, "Really? Then I'm at a higher level than you, so it doesn't count as bullying you."
Before he finished speaking, he kicked out with a kick, making a sound in the air. Cao An's face was calm, he raised his arms to block, his body was like a bell, motionless in all eight winds, he suffered this kick, except for the slight shock of some dust.
There is no impact.
The man looked horrified. He was already a level higher than Cao An, and he was caught off guard with another full-force kick. Cao An actually didn't move at all. His kick, which could break wood and crack rocks, could not make Cao An's frail figure shake.
"court death!"
With his true energy stirred up, he unleashed all his city-breaking kicks and attacked Cao Anzhou from top to bottom.
Dozens of kicks poured out, and the man's face became more and more ugly. Cao An remained motionless, as if he had known how he would move. He ignored all the city-breaking kicks, and felt a strong sense of depression.
It lingered in his mind like bone maggots, getting stronger and stronger.
After practicing in the Second Scenery, his blood was like mercury, and his thick blood was enough to support Cao An to deal with this man's leg attacks. Just as he said, when Cao An entered the Third Scenery for the first time, the real energy he could mobilize could only support three attacks. As early as on the roof
In the battle, seventy-seven hundred and eighty-eight dollars have been spent.
The blood energy surged, and gods and demons fought against each other. I never thought that even the warrior's true energy could resist it. The man attacked repeatedly, and even the power of the twelve forms of blood energy was not consumed and used.
Seeing that the situation was not right, the man wanted to retreat, but Cao An grabbed his ankle, lifted him up with one arm, and with a strange scream, banged him to the ground until there was no more sound, and he was like a dead dog with less air coming in and more air coming out.
Just throw it away.
Cao An took a few steps forward, patted the dust on his body, and then opened his mouth to breathe.
"It's really Mi Tai, his leg skills make his face look gray."
The old dog rode the evil wind back to Cao An, "The master is so brave, all the trivial fish were killed in an instant, I can see the admiration for the master in my heart..."
"Stop it, there's another one!"
"As long as the master is here, it's just a matter of holding on to the next hundred or so. Huh? Huh? Huh! Oh my god!!" The old dog fled and hid behind Cao An, its limbs trembling and its head lowered.
Xinyue walked slowly across the long street and stood less than ten feet away from Cao An.
"Isn't it the little janitor demon that the mountain god of Xiaoyin Village accepted?"
Cao An looked at Xinyue and didn't feel any hostility from her, "Well, that's it."
The old dog shivered and almost fell to the ground.
"Interesting, I've always heard that dogs are quite loyal, but now it seems that dogs with intelligence may not uphold such good moral character." Xinyue's voice had an indescribable laziness and softness, but it was
It doesn't make you feel childish.
"Can I meet your god?" She asked without giving Cao An a chance to speak.
Seeing that Cao An didn't speak, he frowned slightly, "Is it difficult to do it? If I want to kill you, will He show up?"
As he said that, a force of energy locked onto Cao An. In Cao An's perception, it was like the heaven and earth shattered, thunder destroyed the world, and the substantial murderous intent penetrated his bones and sent chills.
Meng Chixing was already in his hand, but the abnormality disappeared instantly, and the woman in front of him returned to her previous appearance.
"You have no breath of God at all. It seems that He is not with you."
Cao An took a few quick breaths and said, "Our gods are different. Naturally, you can't see my god. In fact, what you want to see should not be my god, but the ancestors of my hometown."
Crescent Moon raised her eyebrows, "Oh, why is it different?"
"The difference between God having spirit and God not having spirit."
"God has spirit? God has no spirit? I don't understand."
"Heaven and Earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs. In other words, God loves all living beings, but does not favor all living beings. If Heaven has feelings, Heaven will also grow old. Gods who have risen to this sense are my Gods. That is only God in a conceptual sense.
, He will not appear because of my crisis, because He is not partial."
Cao An felt relieved, "Yuan has come over. If she doesn't come back, I'm really afraid that she will go crazy again one day and really want to do something to him. Doesn't the realm of heaven and humans in this world cost money? I have met a few of them before and after.
In a head-on encounter, there is still a chance to release the backhand, so it would be too unjust to die suddenly.'
Xinyue frowned and thought, and Cao An slowly moved his body. Seeing that she didn't respond, he simply walked out of the long street boldly carrying the limp old dog.