Dugujue sighed and smiled bitterly: "That old man was my neighbor and a lone ranger, but later he went to ambush a monk named Wang Qiang in Tianyun Mountain.
"Wang Qiang..."
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan felt like he was struck by lightning and couldn't help but ask: "Then he is really shameless. What kind of cultivation does that guy Wang Qiang have?"
Silently, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh.
With Wang Qiang's cultivation level, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die in the ambush of a Fusion Realm old man or a killer.
Dugujue took a breath and said with a wry smile: "He slapped the kid off the hundred-foot cliff on Broken Heart Cliff. He thought the kid was dead..."
"But I didn't expect that I would end up dying on the way to Yinchuan City. No one even in Baixue City knew about this. This is what another guy told me..."
Dugujue shook his head: "That guy was originally a fortune teller, but because he went to take advantage of that boy Wang Qiang... I thought Sanhao old man was dead, and I was the only one who existed..."
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Xindao, this guy really has some backbone. When his junior sister broke off the engagement, he learned from the pain and practiced hard.
Dugujue sighed: "The fortune teller predicted that the old man Sanhao should not go out, but he still went and died in the hands of the disciples of Tianyun Mountain. It is really a joke to think about it!"
While telling the story of the three good old men, Dugujue recalled the desperate fight with Li Xiuyuan just now.
In the flash of lightning, he didn't even see clearly where the sword came from, and his sword was stabbed away by his opponent's sword, breaking his ultimate sword.
A terrifying power spread along his sword to his arms and body.
This is the most incredible sword he has ever encountered, because it is a sword of pure power, not a sword that condenses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like his.
He couldn't even think of asking if there was any monk in the world who had cultivated the power of the physical body who could break his sword.
In this way, he was very unwilling.
Li Xiuyuan did not talk about his relationship with Wang Qiang. From now on, he will try to remember and break up with his friends in this world one by one.
Don't let your own karma fall on others.
Thinking of this, he looked at Dugujue in front of him and said, "This battle is over, let's go!"
"We haven't decided the winner yet, how can I leave?"
Dugujue murmured: "I didn't expect you to still have such terrifying power. I am in awe of the speed and power of this sword."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied coldly: "I said, if you rush to Baixue City overnight, with your cultivation, you can still return home to explain your affairs, and then wait to die..."
Because Dugujue mentioned Wang Qiang, but Wang Qiang was still alive and killed the old man Sanhao who caused him to fall off the cliff.
So, he decided to give up and let this guy taste the heart-wrenching feeling of thousands of ants. The sword just now ended everything.
When Dugu Jue heard what Li Xiuyuan said again, he couldn't help but be instantly moved.
He said in disbelief: "You said I have lost? But I am still standing here."
"It's not that you lost, what I said before was that you died!"
Li Xiuyuan took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the Samsara Sword in his hand, then slowly sheathed it and put it away.
Looking at the herdsmen camp with sparks of light in the distance, I sighed softly.
He said quietly: "I am very afraid of death, not to mention that I have two disciples behind me. Since you want my life, I have no choice but to take your life first."
Dugujue shook his head and said: "My life is very hard, I'm afraid you can't take it away."
Li Xiuyuan clapped his hands, indicating that he had no sword in his hand.
Then he said coldly: "To be honest, I changed my mind and asked you to go home because you told me a pretty good story. You can continue to attack me."
In the distance, the two people lying on the grass were silent.
The two of them watched helplessly as the great monk in the Fusion Realm took the young man's extremely domineering sword in an instant.
Seeing that the young man actually put away the long sword in his hand, he understood that under that terrifying sword blow, Dugujue was afraid that his internal organs and meridians would be seriously injured.
If it were the two of them, there should be another thunderous offensive at this time. Where would the guy who wanted his life be left alone? Did you even chat with him for a while?
But even though the two of them were confused, they didn't dare to say anything. They just looked at the two people not far away warily.
In the eyes of the two of them, one was a cold-blooded killer who had spent most of his life licking blood from the edge of a knife, and the other was a young man similar to them.
Before, they were attracted by Dugujue's cruelty and cold-bloodedness, but they forgot that the young man in front of them was a ruthless man who had already killed five of his companions.
The night was getting colder, and the two of them had to wrap themselves up in animal skin cloaks, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
The sword in his hand was Dugujue's most powerful weapon. Until the young man wiped the sword and put it away, he did not let go of the sword that he held tightly in both hands.
He tried his best and concentrated the power of heaven and earth in a thunderous strike, but the young man in front of him did not die.
But he had the illusion that he was powerless and could no longer gather the power of heaven and earth. Could it be that he was really seriously injured? But he couldn't notice it while he was breathing.
While talking to Li Xiuyuan, he tried to find out the doubts in his heart and thought about what kind of moves he should use to solve the trouble at hand.
The more I think about it, the less I understand, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get.
He is a monk in the combined realm, and a lone ranger who is invincible in all directions.
A killer must have his own dignity. How could he turn around and run away from the young man like a wild dog?
Not to mention, there were two little kids silently watching his every move in the darkness.
If I leave tonight, even if I don't die, my colleagues in the world will laugh to death if word spreads.
Thinking of this, he ignored the stinging pain from the wound on his wrist, roared angrily, held the knife with both hands and slashed through the air, and swung the knife away into the dark night not far away.
"ah......"
The two guys lying on the grassland couldn't help but murmured softly.
He never expected that the last knife of the dying old man would not strike at the young man in front of the fire, but rather towards the tent not far behind the young man.
The two of them never expected that the paper monk in front of them would be like the two guys from Yinchuan City, shamelessly rushing towards the tent regardless of their status.
He wanted to kill the girl in her sleep, and he wanted the boy in front of him to turn around and save the girl, and then die under his knife.
For Li Xiuyuan, Ximen Mengdie, who finally survived after being possessed by the devil, was his life.
Ever since Xiao Die'er was in danger outside Furong Town, he vowed to protect her and prevent the wind and rain of the world from blowing to her.
Not to mention, Xiao Die'er and Crow met the bandits in Lantian Town, which also shocked him.
When he saw Dugujue rushing toward the tent like a mad tiger in front of him, Li Xiuyuan didn't even move, but just looked at his back quietly.
He said softly: "A dead man, but he still hurts others!"
But Dugujue ignored him, and moved at an alarming speed. The cold wind on the grassland blew his black shirt, and his clothes whistled.
To the ears of the two young monks from Yinchuan City, it sounded like the white flags in the funeral procession, whistling in the cold wind.
They were so frightened that they covered their mouths tightly.
The corners of Li Xiuyuan's mouth moved slightly, and he didn't know what he said.
Dugujue raised his eyebrows, his body was like lightning, and the sword in his hand had already reached the curtain of the tent. The moment he opened the curtain...
"Buzz..." a sound sounded.
A bolt of black lightning shot out from the tent, like a bolt of death lightning suddenly falling from the night sky with black clouds over the city...
Even Dugujue, who was stabbing at the tent door with a knife, hadn't even seen clearly...
But the two young monks lying in the distance watched the scene happening in front of them carefully...
When the blind boy in front of the fire drew his sword from Dugujue, he didn't even move, let alone turn around and rush towards the tent to save the sleeping girl.
A bolt of lightning first struck Dugujue's sword. The sword let out a cry and broke into several pieces in an instant...
When the lightning was cutting off the sword, it continued to move forward, as if it was cutting out a terrifying sword of gods and demons in front of their eyes!
Before Dugujue could even utter a exclamation, this lightning-like sword of gods and demons, the unique sword in the world, had already pierced his divine sea!
A sword cry rang out in the night fog, and it wasn't until it pierced Dugujue's divine sea that the sword cry reached the ears of the two people lying on the grassland.
Holding the sword in both hands, he tried to use the sleeping girl to threaten Li Xiuyuan's Dugujue, but he miscalculated.
There was a hissing sound in the wind, like a huge hammer hitting the stone slab. The stone slab cracked instantly and then fell apart.
The sword energy of gods and demons, which was like lightning, pierced the divine sea of a Fusion Realm monk with a squeaking sound like a knife cutting tofu.
Dugujue, who rushed up like a mad tiger, was shaken hard, his face suddenly turned pale, "Wow!" with a voice, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his black shirt red.
Looking at the stars of the herdsmen's camp in the distance, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly.
He murmured to himself: "I said, if you turn around and go home now, you still have time to explain your funeral..."
But he didn't expect that this guy didn't believe his words, and actually wanted to threaten himself with the lives of Xiao Die'er and Crow.
Not to mention that Wu Wu also had a divine sword in his hand. Even the formation he set up outside the tent would have killed Dugu Jue, who only had half his life left.
The two young monks lying on the grassland saw Dugujue being slashed away by a sword from the tent without even saying a word.
The physical body following the Fusion Realm turned out to be like a smashed stone slab, cracking in the wind and shattering on the ground.
This was not over yet, a ball of flame rose into the sky and burned in the night fog.
"Master, are you asking your disciples to get rich even in their dreams?"
Rubbing his eyes, Crow staggered out of the tent, yawned, and put away the space ring on the ground.
Then he rolled around and rushed towards Li Xiuyuan beside the fire: "I'm getting rich. Uncle Crow had a dream of getting rich, and sure enough, someone came to give him money!"
The two people lying far away looked at each other, then both lay on the ground, speechless.
The two of them never imagined that a crow could kill an old man in the Fusion Realm.
What the two of them didn't expect was that Dugujue only had half his life left before Wu Wu took action.
The sword that condensed the law of time and the law of life and death cut off half of Dugujue's life in an instant.
Even if Dugujue turned around and left immediately, he would still be dead when he returned home. In all the world, except for the help of Saint Meishan, he could save his life.
No one could save him from death, which is why he didn't even look back.
The crow has woken up, and soon it will be this guy's turn to keep watch.
How could a crow holding a divine sword be afraid of a dying old man? This was Li Xiuyuan's clear calculation.
In an instant, Dugujue, who could have died later, was killed.
The two young men in the darkness looked at each other, thinking that after daybreak, they must go to become their disciples, and they could not let go of the young man in front of them.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the happy crow, thought for a while, took out the teapot and teacup, and placed them in front of the fire.
She touched his head and smiled: "Since you're awake, I'll drink another cup of tea with you."
Crow sniffed the smell of blood in the wind and couldn't help but ask: "Master, how many bandits have you killed?"
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