The middle-aged man wearing a jade crown paid nine hundred and fifty star pills to buy the Soul Mysterious Pearl from the masked man.
He didn't dare to play tricks, because in his opinion, the masked man's ability to seize the Divine Soul Mysterious Pearl from Lingxiao Sect Jiao Kai showed that the masked man's cultivation was very good and he was not someone he could offend.
After receiving the Star Pill, the masked man left immediately.
The same scene is taking place in many places outside the auction house.
Although the buyers were shocked, they readily paid for the Star Pills because the price of 950 Star Pills was much lower than they expected.
They were all very curious about whether Jiao Kai of the Lingxiao Sect was dead or alive, but they did not dare to ask rashly for fear of arousing others' suspicion.
But he didn't know that nothing happened to Jiao Kai because he had many divine soul beads.
East of the East China Sea.
There is a country called Yamato Empire.
It is adjacent to the Su Empire.
Because they often crossed the sea and invaded the Su Empire to plunder supplies, people in the Su Empire called it the Great Japanese Kingdom.
Japanese means Japanese pirate.
A swordsman genius emerged from Yamaguchi Castle in the Yamato Empire, and he understood the state of mind of Kenshin at the age of fifteen.
The boy's name is Murajuro.
I have been studying swordsmanship in the Rurouni Kenshu for three years, and recently I went down to visit my relatives.
He left home at the age of fifteen and returned at the age of eighteen.
The boy has lost his tenderness and grown into a handsome man.
drive!
Seeing the outline of Yamaguchi Castle appearing in his field of vision, Murajuro could no longer suppress the homesickness in his heart and eagerly urged his horse to gallop.
But after running two miles forward, he suddenly reined in his horse and came to an emergency stop.
There is a man standing in the middle of the road ahead.
This man wore a wolf-head mask on his face, held a long sword in his arms, and had a cold breath.
The official road was very wide, and Murajuro could have ridden his horse to pass by, but he still reined in his horse and stopped because he had been locked by the qi machine of the wolf-head masked man.
"Who are you?" Murajuro asked, sitting on the horse and staring at the man in the wolf mask.
"I came to borrow something from you?" the man in the wolf mask said, his voice hoarse and low, as if there was a mouthful of sand in his throat.
"what?"
"Your Kenshin state of mind."
"Sorry, I won't borrow it." Murajuro looked angry.
"You have to borrow even if you don't want to borrow."
Before he finished speaking, the man in the wolf-head mask suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards Murajuro.
"Huh!" Murajuro snorted coldly, without fear, he drew his sword and flew down from the horse.
Ding ding ding——
As soon as the two of them fought, they used life-threatening killing moves, attacking each other without giving an inch.
when!
After exchanging more than a hundred moves, the two men suddenly exchanged sword blows and retreated, evenly matched.
"Yes, that's what it feels like!"
The wolf-headed masked man stared at Murajuro with scorching eyes, and his hoarse voice revealed unconcealable excitement as he said: "The state of mind of Kenshin is the king's pressure that makes ten thousand swords surrender!"
Murajuro looked solemn as he stared at the man in the wolf mask and said, "You are in the state of mind of the Sword Realm!"
He knew he had a tough opponent.
The wolf-head masked man shook his sword, and his eyes suddenly burst into brilliant light. The nine-color sword aura suddenly turned into a twelve-color sword aura, and the power of the sword surged.
Murajuro stood with his sword horizontally, sharp light bursting out from the depths of his eyes, and he opened his mouth and shouted majestically: "With the heart of my sword, I will give you an invincible heart! Wherever the sharp sword points, it will turn into ashes and smoke!"
Buzz!
The sword in his hand suddenly trembled, and the power of the sword increased steadily.
The long sword of the wolf-head masked man stabbed out quickly, and the twelve-color sword energy intertwined and swirled around the sword body, and then gathered into a point at the tip of the sword, and exploded violently at the moment of collision with Murajuro's sword.
The twelve colors of sword energy weaved into a sword energy cage, covering Murajuro in it and blocking his sight and energy.
"break!"
Murajuro roared and slashed out a sword. This sword burst out with supreme power, directly smashing the twelve-color sword energy prison into pieces.
But when the twelve-color sword energy cage shattered and his sight and energy broke through the blockade, a look of horror appeared on his face.
All he saw was a behemoth over five feet tall standing in front of him, exuding violent demonic aura. It held an equally huge sword in both hands and struck him on the head.
Murajuro hurriedly swung his sword to block, but was cut in half by the sword.
puff!
Blood spurted out, raising a bloody mist in the air.
The twelve-color sword aura carried a force and sank into the eyes of the giant creature.
"Ha ha--"
After a moment, he raised his sword and looked up to the sky, laughing wildly, and shouted excitedly: "Jian Xin's state of mind, I finally got you!"
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drive!
drive!
drive!
Loess, yellow sand, west wind and fierce horses.
A group of people were galloping on the ancient Huangsha Road. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on their backs, seeming to urge them to go home quickly.
The fierce horse raised its hooves, raising the dust on the ground, dragging a long yellow dust on the ancient yellow sand road.
They were really in a hurry to get home.
Because it's getting dark.
This time they walked a little further, and it took them five full days to come back. However, they gained a lot and met a small caravan selling mountain products.
They killed people, robbed money, women, and a lot of mountain goods.
Five girls, enough for them to have fun all night long.
This is a group of horse bandits, a group of horse bandits who block roads, rob, kill and steal goods, and do all kinds of evil.
Call!
There were only four or five miles away from the mountain stronghold, and they would be there with a few more waves of the riding whip, but they hurriedly reined in their horses and stopped because there was a group of people blocking the road ahead.
"May I ask which hero is standing opposite? Why are you blocking our path?" the leader of the horse bandits asked in surprise.
It wasn't that he was easy to talk to, but there were about twenty people opposite him, and judging by their posture, they were not easy to deal with, so he asked politely.
It's not easy to live these days, and it's even harder to live as a bandit, so there's no need to fight. It's best not to fight if you can.
What's more, they have returned home with a full load and can lie in the cottage and enjoy themselves for a long time. It would be a real loss if they died for no reason at this time.
The leader of the horse bandits smiled and clasped his fists politely.
Those who don't know better think that he is a heroic hero.
The person opposite spoke, but did not answer his question. Instead, he asked: "Are you all heroes of the Black Wolf Gang?"
Hearing the people on the opposite side politely call them heroes, the leader of the horse bandits immediately grinned and replied: "Yes, we are. May I ask what kind of hero you are?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, because the people on the opposite side suddenly unsheathed their swords and flashed their weapons.
"kill!"
Then there was a sharp shout, and he rode towards them to kill them.
"Son of a dog!"
The smile on the horse bandit leader's face suddenly turned into a ferocious look, he pulled out his long knife and shouted: "Kill his mother, no one will be spared!"
The fierce horses rushed forward, and within a distance of less than fifty steps, the two sides collided instantly.
Although there were more than thirty horse bandits in the Black Wolf Gang, which gave them a numerical advantage, the two sides decided upon each other as soon as they fought.
The formation of the horse bandits was scattered, fighting in twos and threes, while the group of people blocking the road were in uniform formation, looking after each other when fighting, with clear targets, tight rhythm, and good training.
The sword has no eyes, and soon the horse bandits were chopped off their horses.
"Hero, spare your life!"
puff!
As Su Zheng raised his knife and chopped off the horse bandit's head, the hastily started battle came to an end in just a cup of tea.
Then eighteen people continued to move west along the Huangsha Ancient Road.
"dismount!"
It was getting dark, and Su Zheng found a slightly sheltered position next to the ancient road and issued an order.
The battle just now was the fourth battle they had experienced today, and every battle was a life-and-death battle.
At this time, they were very tired mentally and physically. They felt that they could sleep to death if they closed their eyes, but they did not do so.
They dragged their tired bodies, fed fine horse feed to the horses, and then heated hot water to clean and massage the horses.
The war horse was so comfortable being served by them that he hummed.
Finally they ate and rested by themselves.
After only two hours of sleep, they got on their horses and continued to gallop westward.
Today they need to run eighty miles westward and fight two battles at the same time.
There are seventy-nine people in one of the combat targets, and there are two masters of the sixth level of heaven sitting on the guard. This will be an extremely dangerous life and death battle.
Eighteen riders galloped on the ancient yellow sand road.
The three people in front led the way, and the fifteen people behind them all lay down on their horses, squinting their eyes and sleeping.
This is a skill they have developed over more than half a month.
