"There should be two more people in front, right?"
After Su Poman asked a question to himself, without waiting for the two of them to respond, he patted the storage bag and took out the glowing dragon scale sword box.
"Fen Ying, go!"
With a flash of consciousness, a red flying sword with an extremely stunning appearance took off its sheath and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.
"Senior, we were wrong. We can't see the Taishen Mountain. Please spare our lives, senior!" Zeng Xiangtian fell to his knees with a plop and begged loudly for mercy.
Yu Quan on the other side was frightened by this scene. His eyesight was not as good as that of the boss. Although he saw some clues, he did not know the gap between the two sides. He had a glimmer of hope before, feeling that the four of them had joined forces. It should be able to kill this powerful enemy in front of you.
But Zeng Xiangtian's performance immediately made him panic. Yu Quan knelt down and said with his spiritual consciousness: "Boss, we can't fight him at all. Can the four of us really not be able to defeat him? I feel that he must be carrying a rare treasure to block the attack of the 'Golden Sword Talisman', but this method is probably very expensive and he will definitely not be able to last a few times. Why should I beg him for mercy? Why not..."
Just as Yu Quan was talking, a red shadow came from the horizon with two round things on it.
Yu Quan took a closer look and felt as if he had fallen into a cold cellar, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
The flying sword was sheathed, and two round things rolled in front of the two of them. Zeng Xiangtian's face turned pale, and he stared at the head with a goatee, feeling as if his heart was shaking.
"He... is actually a sword cultivator! It's over this time... If I had known better, I shouldn't have listened to the third child and fucked him. If I had to rush to do it, this time, I would have died with him!" Zeng Xiangtian was filled with resentment in his heart. At this time, he raised his head and met Su Poman's smiling eyes. His heart beat violently, "What a evil star. He just killed two people and he was still smiling so brightly." , I hope I won’t suffer any torture later!”
"Please, don't kill me!"
At this time, Yu Quan crawled and knelt in front of Su Poman, crying loudly, with a look of fear on his face.
"Since you have chosen this path, you should be prepared!" Su Poman said coldly.
After Zeng Xiangtian heard these words, his heart sank to the bottom. After repeated ideological struggles, he finally showed an expression of relief. He slowly stood up from the ground, first brushed off the snow on his clothes, and then carefully arranged it. He checked his collar, stretched his neck and said with a smile: "In that case, let's do it. I hope your sword can be faster!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes and waited slowly.
But Yu Quan couldn't accept the fact that he was going to die. He opened his eyes wide in horror, with regret in his eyes, and kept bowing his head on the ground, "Senior, please spare my life, they are all the masterminds, you see Zeng Xiangtian He is actively seeking death, so kill him and spare me, I was forced to do so, I have seniors above me and everyone below..."
"Noisy!"
A flash of red light.
The place suddenly fell silent.
Yu Quan still kept his head-butting posture, his body hunched on the ground, but his head rolled to the side of the other two heads, and hot blood spurted out of his cavity like a fountain.
Hee hee hee…
The blood dyed the white snow red, like red roses blooming on a white canvas.
Several thousand meters away, two roses were also blooming. However, at this time, the bone stubble at the mouth of the cavity had begun to freeze, and the two roses had stopped growing.
Zeng Wentian closed his eyes and waited silently. The "chichi" sounds around him gradually stopped and became quiet.
Could it be that he planned to spare me?
With doubts, Zeng Wentian opened his eyes, and saw a red light. Then he saw a bloody fountain, and then the perspective flipped and he bumped into the goatee.
Before he had time to form any thoughts, his consciousness fell into endless darkness.
"Seeing as you are a man, I will let you live for a few more minutes, but it is impossible to survive!"
Su Poman said to himself, and with a wave of his hand, he withdrew the Burning Shadow Sword that was not stained with blood.
To deal with minions of this level, there is no need to use the Fenji Sword.
At this time, fine snowflakes were floating in the sky. Slowly, the sun was gradually obscured by dark clouds, the wind howled, and the goose-feather-like snow covered the earth with another layer of white.
In the vast sky and earth, the three corpses were quickly submerged in the thick snow, and the storage bags around their waists were also missing.
A bronze-colored beast cart gradually disappeared into the mountain valley through the wind and snow, and the ruts left along the road quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.
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The further south you go, the warmer the climate becomes.
The snowy scenery along the way gradually disappeared, patches of green began to appear in the sight, and the sunlight became brighter.
There are many rainforests in southern Xinjiang, which are subject to scorching summers all year round. Recently, due to the opening of the 'Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Insects', the number of monks coming and going has increased several times.
On the streets, in the alleys, and even in some caves far away from human traces, there are some low-level outsiders active.
Ninety percent of these monks are casual cultivators. The purpose of coming here is to participate in the "Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Insects" opened by the "Blood Gu Sect" and join this sect through the secret realm trial.
When Su Poman passed through southern Xinjiang, he had already discovered traces of several fights. Obviously, these casual cultivators were not in harmony when they came here. Most of the strong ones were very arrogant and liked to deliberately find trouble and bully the weak in this way. If they are resisted, it will be exactly what they want. After killing the opponent, they can gain a lot of practice resources.
People with low strength are very dangerous in such a mixed place. They usually find a few friends, form a gang, and form a small group. Only in this way can they protect themselves. However, after entering the secret realm, they have to rely entirely on themselves. Faced with Due to interests and the temptation to join a sect, no matter how close the relationship between the individual cultivators is, there is still the possibility of backstabbing each other.
At this time, Su Poman was sitting on the second floor of the 'Lingmei Teahouse' in the market. There were many monks gathered here to chat, but most of them were casual monks living a tight life and had the money to order a pot of Lingmei Tea House. There are very few people taking tea, and most of them just sit here and chat.
The owner of the teahouse downstairs came up several times. Seeing that they were so outnumbered, he could only pinch his nose and admit that he was unlucky.
"Have you heard that this time the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Insects is opened, the Blood Gu Sect has increased the number of people who can join the sect!"
"This must be because the Seven Sects of Nanyue Kingdom are about to arrive. The Blood Gu Sect is probably trying to find a group of seedlings among the casual cultivators so that they can get a better ranking!"
"Haha, Brother Xie is right. In the end, we have to rely on our desperate group of casual cultivators to earn some face! I'm afraid the flowers in the greenhouses in the sect have never even seen blood. They really have no spiritual power... …”
"My generation of casual cultivators has indeed gone through hundreds of battles and has rich experience in fighting. Once we change to better skills and magical weapons, we will be like a tiger with even more power. The dragon will enter the sea and the fighting power will be stronger than those little brats who grew up from the sect." many!"
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