A deserted village on a rainy night.
Song Mu had fallen back against the wall, holding the cultural tourmaline in his hand. His breathing was weak at this moment, but his consciousness was not completely disconnected.
In front of Song Mu, Ke Jijin had already stood there, motionless.
On the ground, no matter how the rain fell, the piece of land that had become poetry remained still at this moment. Countless literary energy was pouring out from above, making the surrounding area hazy.
Ke Jijin looked at the deserted village in front of him, but he was suddenly stunned at this moment.
His body was in turmoil at the moment, but the scene in front of him made him look even more frightened.
Another strange place, that little kid is so capable, and even released a strange place under such circumstances.
Moreover, in this foreign land, there were bursts of chilling aura at this moment.
That was a killing that Ke Jijin would never forget. It reminded him of the scene he saw on the battlefield in Western Xinjiang when he first became a scholar.
The monstrous waves of blood, the violent murderous intent, and the iron hooves of the demonic army.
They came from afar, shaking the heaven and earth, holding weapons emitting cold light in their hands, with murderous intent on their bodies, a fierce light in their eyes, and white vapor coming out of their mouths and noses.
At that time, Ke Jijin understood for the first time that there were many powerful people in this world.
What can you do if you hold a bamboo pen in your hand?
It wasn't until later that people from the Demon Sect came to find him. They had overcome the shortcomings of short lifespan, and they gave him a magic method, a magic method that could conceal the truth from the sky.
He marched forward until he became a Jinshi.
Not long ago, they found themselves again and said they wanted to give themselves more power.
But they have to submit a petition.
The people of that city and the place of death.
I did it myself, but everything went in an unpredictable direction.
Now, the seriously injured myself was trapped in such a situation by a little scholar.
"Little baby, where did you learn this skill?"
Ke Jijin suppressed the discomfort in his body and said an attack in the direction he vaguely remembered, but the attack was ineffective.
This space is still so deserted.
Deserted village, ruins, broken walls, the sound of rain.
The raindrops soaked his chest and back, wetted his eyes, and covered everything, making it difficult for him to tell where he was at the moment.
Where is that damn guy?
Anger welled up in his heart, and the frustration made Ke Jijin furious. At that moment, his heart trembled, he raised his palms, and unleashed countless attacks on the surroundings.
At the same time, he roared loudly.
"Come out, rat! Have a good fight with me!"
"Until death..."
Kojijin suddenly shouted, and suddenly there was a neighing of horses, and then the sound of a real horn.
Ke Jijin's eyes suddenly widened. At this moment, he glanced around and saw a black line on the far horizon.
It rolled in with great momentum.
That was the sound of armor clashing, that was the sound of military formations moving in order.
An army is rushing in,
Ke Jijin clutched his already aching chest. If he didn't treat this strange poison as soon as possible, the poison would cause him to break his muscles and bones again.
At this moment, he looked around, exerted force on his feet, and flew to one side.
He wanted to escape, to get out of here.
But what responded to him was a dull howl.
Then there was a sharp, sharp snap.
That bit of cold light flashed in the air, and Ke Jijin realized that he could not avoid it. He turned around and saw a fierce short spear. His palms were opened, and the black energy turned into a barrier.
The short spear struck with a crash, and the next moment there was a huge force. Ke Jijin was horrified to find that the black air barrier in front of him was shattering.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Ke Jijin's figure fell to the ground like a heavy object. The short spear whizzed down and tore a hole in his waist.
"who is it!"
Ke Jijin let out an angry roar, and his eyes had already glanced around, but in the vast space, the sound of the armor clashing intensified again.
In the mist, the sound of horse hooves slowly came, and the puddles on the muddy ground actually caused ripples.
In the rain curtain, a knight more than ten meters tall was riding towards him, splashing water.
Dark horse, black armor, black cloak.
The only thing that shines is the long knife in his hand!
Ke Jijin stood stunned on the spot. At this moment, boundless shock suddenly poured into his heart. Ke Jijin's heart was already trembling.
"This is such a strange place!"
The knight came dragging the sword, and Ke Jijin stood up with force, and immediately he let out a loud roar. Black energy surged around his body crazily, and his pale face was filled with black energy.
"I will definitely kill you! Rat!!"
Ke Jijin roared, and his hands turned into sharp swords and struck hard at the knight.
The knight shattered into pieces and disappeared into pieces of light feathers.
But all this was not over. The sound of horse hooves sounded again in the rain. At this moment, two black knights appeared.
The sword energy was everywhere, and Ke Jijin went out wildly, shattering the phantom again and again, and facing the phantom again and again.
The scarlet eyes were already overflowing with black energy, but at this moment there was only the powerlessness of rage!
All this still did not disappear, and among the rain, spearmen wearing infantry armor actually appeared.
The same black face, black armor and black cloak, with shining weapons in his hands.
At that moment, it seemed that the surrounding area was filled with soldiers and horses, and there were weapons everywhere.
Ke Jijin waved his hand and hit him. The surrounding soldiers dispersed one by one, but more black soldiers gathered around him.
When things finally go wrong, Ke Jijin's body becomes more and more traumatized.
At this moment, the body finally ushered in an explosion.
As soon as Ke Jijin repelled an attack, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and looked around blankly.
The next moment, a spear penetrated the chest from behind.
The tip of the spear arched out, and what was flowing out was black blood.
Ke Jijin lowered his head blankly and looked at the gap in his chest.
But the next moment, another spear tip penetrated, and in an instant, the chest was torn open.
Severe pain struck, and Ke Jijin suddenly fell to his knees. His whole body had lost all strength. He was panting now, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
The raindrops were still falling, but there was a sound of horse hooves.
Ke Jijin slowly raised his head, only to see the black knight not far away in front of him again dragging his sword.
Ke Jijin tried to get up, but found that he had lost control of his body.
At this moment, looking at the ferocious knight coming on the waves, he could only move his eyes, move his Adam's apple and say something softly.
"This is impossible……"
In the blood-red eyes, the knight rode past, the long knife lit up. Ke Jijin felt the world spinning, and the next thing he saw, he saw his body falling in front of him.
…
I don't know when the sky began to no longer seem gloomy. The stars cleared away the clouds and mist, and the peaks of the mountains to the east shone brightly. There was already a hint of deep blue in the sky in the distance.
Song Mu slowly closed his eyes, only remembering that the man in black robe in front of him suddenly fell down and fell into pieces.
Not long after, several rays of light came from the west, passed through the deserted village, and then landed with a crash.
"This is the seventh village, everyone, search carefully!"
Shang Zuliang fell down and looked around with sharp eyes. He only saw this ordinary village, which seemed to have no movement.
Suddenly someone shouted.
"At this!"
Shang Zuliang quickly stood up and left, his hurried steps suddenly stopping.
In that dilapidated courtyard, the ground was in a mess at the moment, and there seemed to be thousands of pairs of footprints slowly stepping on them, as if there was a big battle.
In the courtyard, a black-robed corpse was lying on its back, its chest wide open and its body separated.
The black blood soaked the surrounding area.
But looking forward, a muddy figure fell to the ground. He was holding a branch in his hand, and a large pool of blood was flowing in front of him.
"Song Mu!"
Shang Zuliang shouted, took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and tried it slightly. His expression was startled, and he immediately picked up Song Mu and jumped into the air.
"He's still alive."
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