After death, it is still a silent night.
The fortune teller took out the gold medicine to bandage the wound, and Li Xiuyuan walked on the hillside to clean the battlefield.
Picking up the middle-aged man's space ring from the ground, he slowly walked towards the official road with a smile on his face.
From now on, Xiaodie'er will live in this world. Since the killers came to give money, he will save it for Xiaodie'er and not waste it.
The coachman came over with a pile of dry firewood and helped light a fire for cooking.
He looked at the divine fortune teller and said, "Sir, you are really powerful. Even those killers are no match for you. I was scared to death just now."
The divine fortune teller shook his head feebly and looked at him with a wry smile and said nothing. The meaning was obvious, I only have half a life left, and it is not me who is more powerful, but the young man.
The coachman threw a few branches into the fire to let it burn and prepare to cook dinner.
In an instant, the fortune teller's ears moved rapidly, and then in just a split second, he rolled back with his head in his hands, and suddenly left the side of the fire.
A terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from the coachman's body, and he held a burning branch in his hand and stabbed the fortune teller behind him.
At the moment, he was only three feet away from the divine fortune teller!
The fortune teller had to retreat, and the driver holding the burning branch suddenly became extremely powerful, with the aura that could kill him with just a wave of his hand.
Holding the burning branch in hand, there is an illusion in the eyes of the fortune teller.
Just like Li Xiuyuan holding the branch just now, the sparks in the sky skyrocketed in an instant, and the burning sparks tried to entangle the retreating divine operator.
Not only that, the coachman held a spiritual sword in his other hand and stabbed him in an instant!
With burning sparks on one side and a soul-stirring spiritual sword on the other, the fortune teller just felt like his soul was going to explode at this moment.
If he can't handle it well, he will die under the sword of this killer who is pretending to be a coachman.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" In shock and rage, the fortune teller who fell to the ground took out the spiritual sword in his hand, chopped the burning branches into pieces, and turned them into a rain of fire that filled the sky.
The rain of fire did not stop, but came towards him one after another, just like the four men in black who died in the rain of fire just now.
A gust of wind blew, and the wind helped the fire, blowing up the broken fire rain and rushing towards the rolling divine fortune teller.
The fortune teller didn't even have time to let out an angry cry, and could only chop the burning branch in front of him high into the sky in an instant.
I hope that the blind boy can also see the present moment.
The driver screamed strangely: "The blind man can't see. You kill the eldest brother, and I'll kill you. This will allow the five of them to walk in peace."
The divine fortune teller sighed. He was calculating the heaven and earth, but he did not calculate that the coachman hired from Baixue City was actually the same group as the five people who were chasing him today.
Even so, he didn't say anything, he wanted to retain the last bit of strength.
If the mountain wind blows snow, sparks and meteors will scatter all over the sky.
At any other time, the fortune teller would have said it was so beautiful...but at the moment he couldn't say a word because the coachman wouldn't give him a chance to speak.
The deadly sword comes with the sky filled with sparks and the wind!
Originally, the mountain wind and snow were not a big deal to the fortune teller.
But after he fought with the middle-aged man, he was covered in blood and could no longer bear the fire and meteors in front of him.
It seemed that the coachman holding the spiritual sword wanted to kill him, and even Li Xiuyuan, who was on the official road, could not stop him.
So the fortune teller, covered in blood, fell to the ground.
His eyes were fixed on the coachman holding the spiritual sword, and he said something.
The mountain wind blew snow, and in the wind there were not only fire, rain, and meteors, but also some flying flowers, and green grass and fallen leaves all over the sky.
A fallen leaf sliced across the coachman's sword-holding arm, and in the eyes of the coachman and the fortune teller, that strong arm was cut like tofu in the market.
A neat wound appeared on the coachman's arm. The coachman took a few steps back and did not fall down immediately.
Instead, he stared blankly at his broken arm and shouted in shock: "How is that possible? How many swords do you have?"
The young man was still cleaning the battlefield on the official road, but the driver outside the inn did not see it. He thought it was the fortune teller who helped the young man with evil powers and beat away the monk.
Even tonight's burst of fire, rain and meteors, he thought it was the power of the divine fortune teller, and the boy had just become a weapon in the divine fortune teller's hand.
Until his arm fell to the ground, he still believed that this was the work of the fortune teller.
Everything seemed to be over, the coachman had no sword in his hand.
A killer with a broken arm confronts a fortune teller with a serious injury in front of a fire. No matter how you look at it, the fortune teller has an extra chance of winning.
The corner of the fortune teller's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.
Right now, it seemed that he no longer needed to fight the murderous driver in front of him.
This guy seemed to have exhausted all his methods, but there was still a bow and arrow and a spiritual sword in the vast night, pointing at the coachman in front of him.
After experiencing a life-and-death struggle, the coachman's face had lost its luster. He tapped the acupuncture points on his arm, tore off his clothes and bandaged the wound.
There were still burning sparks flying in the fire.
The driver took out the wine bottle and took a long sip. He stretched out his hand to put away his broken arm and held the spirit sword with his left hand.
The spirit sword pointed at the fortune teller and said coldly: "I will first cut off your limbs to avenge your dead brother, then kill the blind man and go to the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain to receive the reward."
After taking a breath, he continued: "Tell me, if I exchange the blind man's head for a magic medicine, what does my broken arm mean?"
The fortune teller nodded, looking at the sparks flying in the fire and the fallen leaves blowing in the wind.
A faint smile appeared on his face and he said: "You have a beautiful thought."
In fact, there was one sentence he didn't say, and that was: "It's a pity that you are not a woman!"
After saying this, the fortune teller took a breath and sat up suddenly from the ground. He pointed the spiritual sword in his hand at the coachman and said coldly: "I'm not that easy to kill!"
The driver's eyes widened and he looked at the fortune teller sitting up with a look of disbelief on his face.
Asked: "How can you still have strength? Aren't you already seriously injured?"
After coughing for a while, the fortune teller spat out a mouthful of blood, sighed and said, "Because you are not the guy who died, you can't kill me."
The coachman suddenly laughed and said with a smile: "You think eldest brother is smart. If he was smart, he would not be stupid and chase him to death, and finally die by your sword."
According to the coachman's plan, he originally wanted to find an opportunity to kill the two of them after arriving in Loulan.
Unexpectedly, the five companions could not wait any longer, so they hurried to die, and finally died at the hands of the fortune teller.
With a faint sigh, the divine fortune teller said: "You are already dead."
Shaking his head, the coachman said with certainty: "You should know that as long as I don't take action, your blood will bleed out. I'll kill the blind man first, and then watch you die in front of me."
The driver smiled and said, "You are not him, you can't kill me."
"My arm is not bleeding. I wonder if it's because of your magic. I've finally regained some strength. It's enough to kill you."
At this point, the spiritual pressure on the coachman's body became stronger and stronger, so powerful that he could strike with a sword at any time.
The fortune teller moved his body back with great difficulty.
The driver took a step forward, slashed with the spiritual sword in his hand, and said: "I want to save some strength to kill the blind man, so you'd better die soon!"
In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Sword had reached in front of the Divine Operator. The Divine Operator swung his sword to block, making a sonorous sound of "Dang, Dang, Dang!"
The coachman roared angrily: "You damn fortune teller, why don't you do your fortune telling for yourself when you go out today?"
The divine fortune teller slashed forward with his sword and said with a smile: "I just calculated, you are already dead!"
"go to hell!"
The driver roared angrily: "A dead man must speak harshly before he dies!"
After saying that, the spiritual sword in his hand drew a circle in the night, and with huge inertia, he slashed at the Divine Operator...
"Dang!" sounded, and the driver's hand holding the spirit sword shook in the air.
The whole person froze in place, not because the divine fortune teller's sword blocked the spiritual sword in his hand!
Instead, his arm holding the spirit sword fell to the ground after the sound of "Dang!", just like a watermelon falling to the ground.
This time, the blood spurted out immediately stained half of the coachman's body red.
Looking at the divine fortune teller in front of him, at his bare arms, and then at the arm that fell to the ground, he smiled helplessly and miserably.
The mountain wind blows snow and leaves all over the sky.
Until this moment, the coachman still thought that the fortune teller was playing tricks on him and that he possessed a more terrifying magic than the blind man.
The fortune teller supported his body with both hands, took out the water bottle and took a few sips, then sighed softly.
"I said, I'm not that easy to kill."
The fortune teller said slowly. At this time, his consciousness was already looking at the young man on the official road. After cleaning the battlefield, Li Xiuyuan was walking up the hillside step by step.
When the boy reached the fire, the coachman died.
Having lost his arms, the coachman knew that he would not escape death today. He looked at the fortune teller and smiled miserably: "I did underestimate you. So, let's die together."
After saying that, a flying kick came, intending to kick the divine fortune teller into the blazing fire.
"Pfft!" With a sound, a spiritual sword pierced the coachman's chest, causing him to freeze in mid-air after kicking him.
Li Xiuyuan's cold voice came from the wind: "You are too talkative. You talk more than a woman!"
At this time, the coachman had not yet fallen to the ground. Looking at the sword that passed through his chest, he really couldn't remember where the sword came from.
Seeing that the fortune teller was no longer able to swing his sword, the blind man was still on the official road.
The fortune teller looked at him and shook his head, then softly said something that only the coachman could hear, followed by a "Boom!"
A ball of fire burned from the coachman's chest and swallowed him whole in the blink of an eye.
Stepping on the green grass, Li Xiuyuan looked at the stunned fortune teller in front of the fire and said: "I don't care if you die or not, you have to drive the car tomorrow."
The divine fortune teller laughed when he heard this: "It's okay, even if I risk the remaining half of my life, I will drive you to Loulan City in a carriage."
He reached out and picked up the driver's space ring, and smiled to Li Xiuyuan on the hillside: "This mountain is full of the smell of blood. Do you want to cook another pot of porridge?"
The fortune teller moved his body and realized that he was really injured too seriously.
Originally, he only had half his life left, but after a fight with the coachman, he would not even be able to save his remaining half life, if it were not for the young man in front of him.
He was afraid that a wolf might emerge from the mountains and kill him.
Stepping to the fire, Li Xiuyuan placed the washed rice on the fire to cook porridge.
After thinking about it, he took out another jar of spiritual wine and patted it away. He poured a bowl for Shen Suanzi and said with a smile: "After drinking this bowl of wine, you owe me a lot of spiritual stones. Remember to find a chance to pay me back."
The fortune teller was shocked when he heard this. He didn't care whether he owed money or his life. He held the bowl and drank it in one gulp.
Then silently feel the medicinal power spreading through the body like burning flames.
The wound on his chest felt like it was burning, and the meridians on his arm trembled at this moment, so he knew that this was really a bowl of tiger and wolf wine that could save his life.
After a bowl of wine, it took a while.
The fortune teller smiled and said, "These guys are all idiots!"
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