Li Xiuyuan in front of the fire didn't want to wait any longer.
At the moment when the four men in black twisted and looked at the fighting fortune teller and the middle-aged man, they suddenly blasted the burning branches in their hands towards the enemy.
When he took action, he didn't have any moves.
He just suddenly stood up from the edge of the fire, and the burning branches in his hands shot out burning sparks, like a firework burning in the night.
The fireworks that exploded in an instant hit the four men in black with their beautiful little tails. Before the four men could scream, the flying sparks had already ignited their clothes.
Li Xiuyuan stood by the fire, dressed in black, with no expression on his face, but the branch in his hand was like a burning sword.
Since the fortune teller couldn't resist the middle-aged man in front of him, he had no choice but to take action, because these four guys were already targeting him.
As long as you are targeted by a killer, there is no reason to argue.
Not to mention, Li Xiuyuan didn't reason with Helian Mingyue, so he didn't want to talk to these killers.
Woohoo! The mountain wind blew, fueling the fire, and the burning flames instantly enveloped the four men in black!
"Ah! The blind man set a fire!"
"No, brother, help me, I'm going to be burned to death!"
"Quick, go to the creek below, there's water there!"
"You blind man, wait until I put out the fire on you and I will come back and tear you apart!"
Amidst a burst of exclamations and shouts, the four burning firemen rushed towards the creek not far away.
Li Xiuyuan did not move in front of the fire. The moment he slashed out a flaming sword, he slashed out a thin bamboo sword towards the middle-aged man who was in the air like a ferocious beast!
At this time, the fortune teller was holding a sword with both hands and slashing at the middle-aged man in the air with a move that burned the sky!
The middle-aged man who was in mid-air heard his companion's cry for help and saw four burning firemen rushing towards the creek. He knew that he could no longer tangle with the fortune teller!
While in mid-air, he let out an angry roar: "Go to hell!"
Followed by a rolling evil spirit, carrying a destructive power and blessing the evil spirit sword in his hand, slashing down like a god and demon!
Woohoo! There is a hint of whimpering in the wind, as if telling the fortune teller that you are dead.
The divine fortune teller who raised fire to the sky was about to call for help, but unexpectedly heard a sound that pierced the night fog, so he stopped calling for help.
Instead, he used all his strength to strike at the middle-aged man in mid-air with his sword!
It was too late, but soon, the spiritual swords in their hands were about to cut together at the moment!
"Ding!" sounded in their ears, like a silver needle pricking gold and stone!
The middle-aged man in the air could only hear the screams of his companions, completely ignoring the soft whistle in the wind.
"Click!" A sound sounded instantly.
Then there was a miserable cry of "Ah...", an arm holding a broken sword flew into the air, and a cloud of blood splashed on the divine fortune teller's body.
Another blow, turning him into a bloody man.
There was a sword cry in the wind, carrying a thin line, and between the lightning and stone fire, the accelerating bamboo sword cut the spirit in the middle-aged man's hand into two pieces!
Countless lines instantly wrapped around the middle-aged man's arm, making it impossible for his arm holding the broken sword to spurt out the deadly evil energy.
The divine fortune teller is not Xiao Yue'er, he is not Dongfang Ruyu, and he doesn't want to swallow those nasty evil spirits anymore.
Therefore, he could only wave his hand and destroy the middle-aged man's life-threatening sword in an instant!
The middle-aged man who had lost his spiritual sword was cut off by the divine fortune teller before he understood what had happened due to the huge inertia of the sword falling downwards.
It all happened so quickly, as four men in black were fighting in the creek to put out the fire.
The fortune teller holding a sword in both hands has cut off one of the middle-aged man's arms!
The screaming middle-aged man felt a breath of death coming from him. The moment he landed on the ground, he suddenly turned around and moved sideways.
After succeeding, the fortune teller didn't pause at all, and then slashed with a sword, the moment the middle-aged man moved sideways.
The spiritual sword in his hand had pierced his chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain again!
It seemed like a long fight, but in the eyes of the fortune teller, it was just a sudden change in the blink of an eye.
In just a moment, death turned over his head several times, and finally changed hands in an instant, making him scream to the sky to let out the suffocation in his heart.
No one could understand what he had experienced at this moment. Even the driver who hid far away could only see a mass of black mist.
For a brief moment, it felt like he had endured a long winter. The middle-aged man could no longer breathe and felt like a huge mountain was pressing on his chest.
Even with his arms, his whole body seemed to no longer belong to him. He was so stiff at this moment that he couldn't even call for help.
Only then did he remember that his four companions had stepped into the creek to put out the fire.
When he came here, he hoped to catch up with the fortune teller and chop off his head to avenge his dead brother.
But he never expected that it would be himself who fell in the end.
There was no blood in the divine operator's eyes, and he pulled out the spirit sword from the enemy's chest inch by inch, stared into the enemy's eyes tightly, and then roared wildly.
At this time, the fortune teller wanted to take a sip of tea and a bowl of strong wine.
Then he didn't do anything, he just looked up to the sky and roared wildly, and there wasn't even a cheer.
Holding his chest tightly, the middle-aged man asked with some difficulty: "How is it possible? How could I be killed by you?"
Taking a deep breath, the fortune teller said coldly: "It doesn't matter if you kill me, but you shouldn't take advantage of that young man!"
The middle-aged man frowned, and then he remembered and turned to look at the young man standing by the fire, looking like a murderous god.
It was only then that he noticed that the young man's face was covered with a piece of black cloth.
Like being struck by lightning, the middle-aged man asked in disbelief: "How is it possible? How is it possible for you to be with a monster? Are you not afraid of being hunted down?"
The divine fortune teller had a strange look on his face, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.
His eyes were fixed on the increasingly frail middle-aged man, and he shook his head gently.
He said coldly: "I can tell you a secret. I met him from Niujiao Town... All the enemies who chased him became dead, including the Silver Wolf guy."
After spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood, the middle-aged man finally showed a look of pain on his face.
He calculated everything, but he failed to calculate that the divine fortune teller was actually mixed up with the young monster who was being hunted throughout the snowy land, and the relationship between the two seemed to be good.
Feeling that his vitality was quickly passing away, the middle-aged man said with difficulty: "Can you be so generous and give me a chance to rebuild?"
The fortune teller looked at the murderous young man beside the fire, thought for a moment, and nodded gently.
He said quietly: "Next time, don't be a killer anymore. I already deeply hate this line of work."
After saying this, the fortune teller held the spiritual sword and turned around and walked towards the young man in front of the fire. He never looked at the person behind him again. He was afraid that he would regret it.
The moment he fell to the ground, the middle-aged man used his last strength and shouted: "Run for your life, don't fight!"
After saying that, he felt like a high mountain falling to the sky.
At this time, the first star appeared in the sky, and the faint starlight shone on his dead face.
The corners of his mouth moved, but he couldn't make a single sound again.
...
Night spread over the entire hillside and creek in an instant. The man in black in the creek heard the roar coming from the wind and felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
One by one, they turned into black smoke and jumped into the air. They didn't even dare to look back, and flew towards the horses on the edge of the official road.
They heard the middle-aged man warning them with his life.
At this moment, it seemed that everything in the world was still, and only the night was drifting in the wind.
Everything condensed at this moment, and the middle-aged man who fell to the ground had no breath. Only four black shadows flew down the slope like ghosts.
The world is silent!
The driver on the hillside looked at the shocking changes before him and was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He thought to himself that the fortune teller was really powerful.
The fortune teller walked towards the fire with extremely difficult steps, and was about to fall to the ground. This was the first time since his debut that he was so seriously injured.
He didn't go after the four men in black who escaped. He was powerless at the moment, or for some reason, because he had really washed his hands and didn't want to be a killer anymore.
Therefore, he was embarrassed, or simply did not ask Li Xiuyuan for help, asking him to take action to eliminate the four killers.
The fire was burning quietly. Li Xiuyuan threw a few branches into the fire and pulled out another burning branch.
With a burst of thunder, the silence all around was shattered!
A gust of mountain wind blew forward and swept forward in an instant, bringing with it some burning sparks, like the flames of death.
During the burning, the sparks turned into countless fire rains, and the burning fire pits were like red gems. Gone with the wind, no, faster than the wind, because Li Xiuyuan wanted them to be faster.
Walking to the fire, Shen Suanzi fell to the ground weakly, staring blankly forward along the fire rain in the wind.
The men in black in the wind got rid of their restraints and rushed towards the horses on the roadside. They got on their horses one by one and tried to beat the horses away.
Woo hoo, the wind is getting louder, and the rain of fire, which is faster than the mountain wind, has already rushed onto the official road.
The burning rain of fire can penetrate everything, and nothing can escape those sparks that are like a rain of arrows.
Mars turns into a sword!
The red fire rain penetrated the night fog like a sharp arrow, penetrated the void, and passed over the bodies of the men and horses in black.
The rain of fire is like arrows, and no one can escape from this rain of fire.
One of the men in black had even beaten the horse and galloped, and the horse was already running.
A spark passed through his chest, and the horse galloped away. The man in black was frozen in the air for an instant, and then fell heavily to the ground, and a ball of flames burned brightly.
Before the other three men in black could react, sparks rained through their bodies and pierced their divine seas, making any resistance useless.
The raging flames will burn everything, and eventually even the bones will be burned to ashes, blown away by the wind, and scattered on the wasteland on both sides of the official road.
It only happened in an instant. Before the fortune teller could take a closer look, the four men in black who were running for their lives in the wind didn't even have time to let out a cry of pain.
Everything ended in a flash of lightning.
Compared to the middle-aged men who fell under the divine fortune teller's sword, these four men in black were not worth mentioning. Originally, Li Xiuyuan would not have cared about letting these guys escape.
However, the fortune teller is now seriously injured. He didn't know how long it would take for this guy to recover. If the escaped killer recruited his companions to hunt down the two of them.
He didn't care, but if the fortune teller couldn't kill his opponent, he would definitely die, and Li Xiuyuan was afraid of trouble.
Several piles of flames are burning in the vast night, blooming like red flowers, and will eventually be slowly extinguished in the night fog.
The divine fortune teller naturally understood what Li Xiuyuan was thinking. He looked at the burning flames and sighed silently.
He said in a daze: "Thank you."
