There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

"A fish that slipped through the net?"

"You dare to appear in front of me!"

"You're looking for death!"

The young master with a bronze mask snorted coldly.

As the voice fell, with a clang, the long sword was unsheathed, like a pool of autumn water, and the tip of the sword pointed at Nie Wushuang from afar.

He recognized this kid.

At the beginning, there were seven people in the group, but they were no match for his sword.

Four people died in the battle, desperately holding him back, so that three people escaped. The kid in front of him was also among the escapees, but he was just a dog who lost his home.

At this time, he actually took the initiative to find me.

Who gave him the courage?

"Young master, be careful!"

Fu Bo reminded.

There must be a reason for the abnormality!

"I know!"

The man responded and took a step to the side. When his toes landed on the ground, the long sword cut out a ray of sword light and fell on Nie Wushuang's waist.

The sword light was like lightning, but it retained two points of force.

He can change his sword moves at any time.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Fu Bo gave a thumbs up in his heart.

The young master has mastered the Cui family's Yushan Eighteen Plates Sword Technique to perfection. This sword can be said to be flawless.

Even so, he still held a dart in his hand.

Ready to attack at any time.

Nie Wushuang held the sword and stood there loosely, looking lifeless.

When the other party drew his sword, he raised his eyelids.

At a glance.

Their eyes met in the void.

What a sharp pair of eyes!

At that moment, the young master of the Cui family, who was stared at by this look, felt like a sword pierced his eyebrows, cold and piercing, and his head was splitting.

The internal energy that was originally running in the body like the Yangtze River suddenly seemed to be cut off, and the meridians were empty and completely dried up.

There was fear spreading in the sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, all thoughts were condensed by fear and could not move.

The long sword was still slashing forward, but it was already formless and soulless, and the sword moves seemed to be dead, like a withered flower.

Nie Wushuang took a light step forward.

It seemed like a trivial step, but the next moment, he appeared beside the man swinging the sword, and swung the sword in his hand gently.

Like a wisp of wind, the willow wind that brushed against the face was not cold.

The wind swept across the opponent's neck, hooked upward diagonally, and cut the rope tied to the bronze mask on his head.

The bronze mask slid down, revealing a fair face.

He looked to be in his twenties, but his handsome face was blank, as if he was saying.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Then, his head tilted to the side and drooped on his shoulders.

Blood splashed out from the neck cut by the sword like a fountain, and he staggered two steps and fell headfirst.

The head separated from the neck and rolled into the grass like a watermelon.

His eyes were still open, but his eyes were full of nothingness.

"You!"

"How dare you!"

"Do you know who he is?"

Fu Bo trembled all over, raised his hand, and pointed at Nie Wushuang tremblingly.

Earlier, he had not been able to rescue him. He had a dart in his hand and could not throw it. The other person seemed slow, but he could not lock onto him.

Nie Wushuang turned around and looked at him.

His eyes were a little strange.

He was going to kill me, so why should I care who he was?

"Good! Good! Good..."

Uncle Fu said good three times in a row, his voice full of grief and anger.

He failed to protect the young master. Even if he killed the murderer, he would not be able to escape after returning to the family. If he did not commit suicide, he would be imprisoned in the black prison.

In the future, if there is a need for blood sacrifice or a mission that must be killed, it will come in handy.

Escape?

He still has his family!

Even if he abandons his family, he can't escape!

In the ancestral temple of the family, he left a soul lamp. All the family warriors who have entered the Zhoutian Qihai realm after the perfection of the body tempering and foundation building, and the further Kaiqiaojianzhen realm must leave a soul lamp, unless you practice to the realm of Xiantian Zhenren, you can get rid of control.

Xiantian Zhenren, how difficult it is!

"Die!"

The next moment, Uncle Fu flew up like a big bird.

In the air, he slapped Nie Wushuang with a palm. As a warrior in the Zhoutian Qihai realm, his internal energy can be released to form a strong energy.

The palm was still three or four feet away from Nie Wushuang, and the strong energy had already fallen.

"Swish!"

The strong energy broke through the air, making a sharp scream.

Pat?

The thing he hated most in his life was a palm!

Nie Wushuang's eyes became cold, and he waved a three-foot green sword, with the tip of the sword pointing at Uncle Fu's palm from a distance, and stabbed it.

Arrogant!

Behind the bronze mask, Uncle Fu sneered.

The young master is still in the stage of tempering the body. A warrior who has reached the perfection of the refining organ realm must fight between life and death in order to break through to the Zhoutian Qihai realm.

If you are not careful, you will die!

I am a perfect Zhoutian Qihai realm, and my internal energy is like a strong energy, which can break steel. How can the opponent's ordinary weapons pierce it?

Seeing the long sword coming, Uncle Fu not only did not dodge, but instead added a bit of strength.

The strong wind was like a dragon, rolling towards Nie Wushuang against the three-foot green sword.

"Break it for me!"

Uncle Fu shouted.

His internal energy surged wildly, his hair stood up, the rope tied to the bronze mask was broken, and the bronze mask slipped off, revealing his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, with a fierce look in his eyes, and his face was extremely hideous.

The moment the tip of the sword touched the strong energy, Nie Wushuang shook his wrist lightly.

The indestructible strong energy in Uncle Fu's eyes, in Nie Wushuang's mind, was full of holes, no different from a piece of rag full of cracks.

The tip of the sword moved along the gaps in the strong energy, like a butcher cutting a cow with ease.

As the long sword swims, the Gang Qi melts like ice and snow under the sun.

People were in the air, and Fu Bo's eyes were panicked.

Just like his young master before, his eyes were full of questions.

who I am?

Where am I?

The Gang Qi was broken, and the long sword stabbed into the palm.

Fu Bo had experienced many battles and was not completely at a loss.

He closed his palms and turned them into fists. He gathered his inner strength into fists and smashed them towards the tip of the sword.

Just as he was about to hit him, the tip of the sword slipped, slipped under his fist, and stabbed towards his heart on the left side of his chest.

Uncle Fu was shocked!

Unfavorable internal energy gathers in the chest.

The tip of the sword slipped again, jumped up like a fish, and touched Fu Bo's throat gently.

Here, there is no inner strength to protect it.

It was also difficult for Fubo to react.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword stabbed his throat, and then, like water, the sword returned to the young man's hand.

"puff!"

There was a soft sound and a hole was broken in the back of his head.

Nie Wushuang's face became blurry in his sight, and was slowly swallowed by the darkness. Before the darkness completely fell, he had only one thought.

I am a warrior in the Zhoutian Sea Realm!

What state is he in?

Why?

Nie Wushuang sheathed his sword.

Fubo fell in front of him, falling to the ground with a plop.

Dark red blood flowed out from under him and stayed in the mud puddle, forming a small pool of blood. His body twitched for a moment and stopped moving.

Nie Wushuang picked up the sword and blew off the blood beads hanging on the tip of the sword.

He took a deep breath and frowned.

This body is really weak, with insufficient energy and blood, and no internal energy. It just killed two insignificant ants. After finishing it, it was panting and exhausted. It felt a bit like a thief had left the building empty.

This can't happen!

"Cheng Lijun of the Qixia Sword Sect is here. This hidden thief dares to come out and fight me..."

Not far away, Cheng Lijun's shout came.

Running in this direction.

The voice was full of anger.

"Be responsible!"

Nie Wushuang nodded slightly.

The next moment, he walked out of here.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Cheng Lijun appeared here holding a sword.

She saw two corpses on the ground from a distance and rushed towards them. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found that they were not her senior brothers.

Then she saw the bronze mask.

She immediately knew that this was an enemy, and she didn't know who was killing him here. She took a few steps forward and looked at the corpse's face carefully.

The next moment, his pupils were shaking and his expression was out of control.

Cheng Lijun staggered back half a step, muttering to herself.

"Why are they?"