Unlike those people who come from a noble background and become practitioners but rarely fight with life and death, this practitioner from Jiuzhen County can appear here from a corner of the territory that has been forgotten by most people in the Southern Dynasties, so he does not know how to eat.
How many hardships were endured and how many real fights were carried out.
When it comes to danger, practitioners like him are much more sensitive than the delicate practitioners in academies and monasteries.
The young man who walked out of the pharmacy was so calm that it even gave him a sense of anticipation.
This feeling is very unpleasant.
So he didn't respond immediately and really took a breath or two to weigh it carefully.
Naturally, he and the young man in the pharmacy had no grudges.
It's just that he really wants that flying sword.
The shop in the old clock tower that matched the relationship was very reputable. He was sure that as long as he could kill this young man, he would definitely get the flying sword as he wished.
Thinking of the attractive luster, beautiful texture, and aura that was very consistent with the technique he practiced, his heart became hot.
He really couldn't resist that flying sword.
"I really..."
He said three words and held back the "I really want that flying sword" that he almost blurted out later. Then he nodded vigorously, looked at the young man, and changed his words: "Think about it."
The young man holding the yellow paper umbrella sighed with regret.
No one likes killing unless they are truly perverted.
Even the Demon Sect, who is rumored to be a complete monster, actually doesn't like killing people.
As for him...he actually returned to Jiankang with great difficulty.
Jiankang is also his hometown that he has been away from for a long time, and he is even more unwilling to go on a killing spree in his hometown.
It's just that he can't change the minds of many people, nor can he change the trajectory of many people's lives. Just like wolves are born to eat meat, and if you want to avoid being eaten by wolves, you can only kill the wolf.
He and the cultivator from Jiuzhen County stopped talking, and the area around the alley became completely quiet.
A sound broke through the air.
An arrow shot out from an alley next door and landed on the young man holding an umbrella.
The cultivator from Jiuzhen County did not move, nor did the several figures blocking the young man's retreat. However, in several nearby alleys, many people moved at the same time, and countless footsteps were trampled intensively.
It was covered with snow and made a tooth-aching sound.
Compared with these sounds, the sound of this arrow breaking through the air is negligible.
The sound of ordinary feather arrows breaking through the air is extremely sad, but the sound of this arrow breaking through the air is very soft, just like the rustling of leaves when the wind passes through the woods.
It's just that the sound of the arrow's sound is soft, but the arrow itself is heavy.
The shaft and feathers of this arrow are shining with a deep blue golden luster. It is the poisoned Gusu Armor-piercing Arrow produced by Gusu Arrow Factory!
The young man holding the yellow paper umbrella was very calm. He didn't even lift the edge of the umbrella and didn't look at the arrow at all.
There was a pop.
The arrow landed a foot in front of him. The road beneath the thick snow was paved with stone slabs, but the arrow easily penetrated the stone slabs on the road. It seemed to be no different from piercing through the snow.
Only a short tail feather is exposed on the snow.
The tail feathers composed of thin metal sheets vibrated slightly, stirring up some snow mist. Blue flames appeared blurred in the snow mist, and there was a dangerous beauty that was difficult to describe in words.
In the streets farther away, some people were just watching the scene. They were all players in the game, but they would never show up in such a battle.
Looking at this scene, looking at the young people holding yellow paper umbrellas who seemed not to care about the arrow at all, many of them also had strange feelings in their hearts.
This arrow is just a test shot.
Experienced archers will often have one of them calibrate before firing a salvo.
This person will accurately judge the impact of various subtle factors such as the climate and wind direction on the arrow based on the arrow he tests, and then quickly inform all the archers around him.
When facing practitioners who have amazing reaction speeds and can move quickly, this kind of calibration judgment is extremely important, because the difference between whether the shot can hit or actually land around the opponent's body is extremely small.
The more expensive and hard-to-obtain arrows are, the more they must not be allowed to go to waste.
Anyone who has seen elite frontier troops fighting will be familiar with such an arrow, but this young man holding a yellow paper umbrella seems to be familiar with it too.
In the next moment, the scene in that street had completely changed, which did not give these people much room for imagination.
Hundreds of Gusu armor-piercing arrows shot through the air at the same time, and the low and fine rustling sounds gathered together, but turned into a crisp sound, like the sound of tearing paper.
Faced with these armor-piercing arrows that could break even heavy armor, the young man holding an umbrella did not turn into a phantom and move quickly as any archer had imagined. He actually still stood on the same spot without moving.
He just raised the umbrella in his hand and started spinning it.
The arrows that landed on the umbrella easily tore the umbrella into pieces. The ribs on the umbrella also broke almost simultaneously as the umbrella rotated and hit the arrows. However, the strange thing is that there was not much intensity.
The true energy spurted out, and these armor-piercing arrows, which were obviously very powerful when they fell, actually hit each other like tangled straws and flew out along with the broken umbrella ribs.
The yellow paper umbrella in the young man's hand quickly turned into bare bamboo poles. As his arms shook, the bamboo poles knocked off the last few armor-piercing arrows that fell towards him, and then
It exploded in his hand with a snap and turned into dozens of bamboo sticks.
This picture is very strange, but it is very scary in the eyes of many people.
For the vast majority of practitioners, even if they use a more violent jet of true energy, it would be difficult to resist so many armor-piercing arrows with an ordinary yellow paper umbrella in their hand.
In other words, it seems counterintuitive.
The practitioner from Jiuzhen County frowned deeply, his pupils shrank violently, but his hands moved extremely slowly.
He slowly raised his hands and took off the bamboo hat he was wearing.
He was extremely shocked by the opponent's performance. He clearly realized that the opponent was far superior to him in terms of talent, cultivation level, experience against enemies, and state of mind.
But by this time, he had no retreat, and he was not alone in his fight with this terrifying young man.
He is an excellent swordsman.
His weapon is a flying sword, and his flying sword has nothing to do with the bamboo hat he wears.
But when he took off the bamboo hat, some true energy quietly flowed out from between his palms, and a wave of vitality vibrated around the bamboo hat that was enough to attract the perception of any practitioner.
He needs a little distraction from the other party.
At the same time, behind the young man, a patch of flat snow lifted up, and a small white handleless sword flew out from it. It accelerated like lightning in an instant, bringing out afterimages and striking at the young man.
The waist and spine!
The corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes seemed to be attracted by the bamboo hat on the head of the cultivator from Jiuzhen County, but a whistle came from his sleeves, and a sharper sword light came out.
This cultivator from Jiuzhen County had no time to react before he struck the small sword that flew out of the snow hard!
when!
The two flying swords collided, making a loud sound like bells ringing in a temple.
This cultivator from Jiuzhen County felt as if he had been kicked hard by an invisible foot. He groaned uncontrollably and took two steps back.
His flying sword was also shot away, swaying, trembling, and vibrating continuously behind the young man.
It was obviously just a small sword, but the force from the sword struck the snowy ground like a giant whip, exploding ravines.
It was extremely difficult for him to control the small sword. However, what made his pupils shrink even more was that the young man's body just shook slightly, and the small sword flew out of the young man's sleeve.
It actually regained its balance in one shock and fell towards the place where the arrows came from.
There were loud shouts and the sound of blood spurting.
This young man turned out to be such a powerful swordsman.
The same flying sword, this young man's flying sword is actually so powerful and stable!
The several practitioners in the alley behind the young man sensed such a strong sense of stability, and their hands trembled slightly unconsciously. They just looked at the flying swords of the Jiuzhen County practitioners in the air without falling to the ground. One of the leaders
The practitioner suddenly gained courage and said sternly: "He is a sword master. He is alone and has no attendants around him."
After he said these words, he first pulled out the long knife stuck diagonally behind his back, stepped on the snow, and rushed towards the young man!
Lines of snow dust exploded under his feet.
His whole body was full of true energy, and his whole body was emitting yellowish flames. He was running with a momentum far beyond that of a galloping horse, like a crazy beast.
The three practitioners behind him did not hesitate and rushed out immediately behind him almost at the same time.
The bodies of these three practitioners were instantly shrouded in the snow and dust that exploded behind them, and their figures could not be seen clearly, but the long knives in their hands shone brightly in the snow and mist.
In order to avoid suspicion, many dignitaries in the city who organized this bureau did not get too close to these streets and alleys, but the shopkeeper in the alley next to the old clock tower rode a carriage to a bridge not far away.
The old man stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the carriage. The terrain was high and he could see the fighting in the alley.
He did not expect that this young man would be so difficult to deal with, but he still had strong confidence in those practitioners who rushed forward bravely and needlessly.
These people are practitioners who fled from the Northern Wei Dynasty.
These practitioners who use swords are extremely good at dealing with flying swords.
Their close-quarter sword skills are something few practitioners can match.
In his opinion, the flying sword of the Jiuzhen County swordsman was naturally far different from that of this young man, but at least it could still be entangled for a while.
This moment was enough for these knife practitioners to kill the young man. (To be continued)