Lanruo Temple at night is full of weirdness.

The fog spreads in from the outside, spreading through the night.

The bronze bell on the bell tower moved by itself, and the sound of "dong dong" spread melodiously into the distance.

Something seemed to be rushing past the roof.

Yan Chixia, who was lying in the grass, turned over and got up from the ground, grabbed the bronze sword box on the side, put it on her back, and yelled at the door: "Who is it?"

Through the broken window, the eyes looking inside disappeared in an instant, and then the painful neighing of horses was heard outside.

Bang!

Yan Chixia opened the door and rushed out, and then saw the horse tied to the yard railing lying to the ground, its belly being cut open, and its steaming internal organs flowing out.

A dried corpse lay there, gnawing at its internal organs.

It suddenly raised its head, saw Yan Chixia, and then quickly ran away.

"Brute, where to go!" Yan Chixia saw her horse in such a miserable appearance, where could she bear it, she was immediately furious, and raised her feet to chase after her.

The speed of the dried corpse was really fast, and when Yan Chixia chased out of the courtyard gate, she could only see a shadow flashing and disappearing into the fog of the vast night.

However, he couldn't escape, and Yan Chixia, who was expected to use qi arts, did not lose her grasp of its traces.

He quickly walked through the hallway, to the backyard, and quickly climbed a rockery, where he saw the abominable dried corpse.

The dried corpse swept across the frozen lake, its feet almost airborne, and it was only a few feet away with a slight click.

With such a speed, Yan Chixia couldn't help but marvel, even his horse couldn't compare.

As soon as he thought of his horse, the anger in Yan Chixia's heart burned again, and he slapped the sword box, and a golden light burst out.

With a "boom", a large hole was blown open in the thick layer of ice on the surface of the lake, and a white column of water poured into the sky, as if it was raining.

However, it didn't hit.

The golden light was reversed, but it turned out to be a sword, a bronze ancient sword.

Generally speaking, swords made of steel are better than bronze swords, but this bronze ancient sword is not in the ordinary category.

It is a magic weapon, and at the same time, after unknown years, it has long had spirituality, and now it is not only a magic weapon, but also a psychic sword, and its power is naturally far beyond the ordinary blade.

Yan Chixia flew up and grabbed the bronze ancient sword. The bronze ancient sword erupted with golden light, carrying Yan Chixia to chase after the dried corpse.

The dry corpse has already run to the door of the backyard, once it leaves Lanruo Temple and goes to the old forest of foreigners, it will be difficult to find it.

Yan Chixia was anxious, although he was fast at this time, he had only just flown halfway to the surface of the lake, and he still had a few breaths to catch up with the dry corpse.

However, at the speed of a dry corpse, he had already run into the old forest and hid.

The corpse's hand touched the door in the backyard and was about to pull it open and get out.

Burst!

A blood-red tip of the knife, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, flashed at the back of the cadre's head.

Then, a long, narrow through wound was left, blood gushed out, and the corpse's head slammed against the door and fell to the ground.

At this time, Yan Chixia was too late, and after landing, she ran forward a few steps in a row, unloading her strength, and then stopped five steps in front of the door.

There was fog in the night, but not thick.

The moonlight was sprinkled, and in the haze, the blood on the door and the hole were particularly conspicuous.

Yan Chixia stared at the hole in the door, and suddenly felt a creep.

Just now, a knife passed through the door, penetrated the door of the cadre's head, and then retracted, leaving a hole in the cadre's head and a hole in the door.

The dry corpse is not strong, the only trouble is his speed and reflexes. Ordinary people, even if there are many people who have attained the Dao, even if they see Yan Chixia's sword, even if they are fully prepared, they can't dodge.

Because of his sword, too fast!

However, this dry corpse did it, his reaction was already extremely fast, and with his speed, in general, except for a wide range of attacks, other attacks could be easily dodged by him.

However, he did not escape this penetrating stab.

The knife was too fast, more than he could react, and the hole in the door, because the knife was too fast, produced extremely high temperatures, and even scorched the area around the hole, emitting wisps of green smoke.

Squeak~~yah~

The back door, slowly pushed open, emitted a piercing screech. Accompanied by a long tail note, a figure appeared in Yan Chixia's eyes.

The tattered hat, the long hair fluttering in the wind, the tall figure covered in black burns, and an extremely long knife.

The other party also saw Yan Chixia.

With a "click", the knife in his hand was unsheathed.

"How is it possible!" Yan Chixia's pupils contracted violently, and she almost screamed. With such a long knife, how did he take it back so quickly, so fast that he couldn't even see it.

The figure swayed and walked through the door. Then, lunge your feet forward and run parallel to your thighs, with your hands tucked at your waist. Hold the scabbard in one hand and press your thumb against the grid. Hold the handle of the knife with one hand and the thumb and index finger interlocked, and the other three fingers slightly loose. The scabbard is upturned from the back upwards, like a tail raised high.

Knife Drawing!

It was the first time Yan Chixia had seen such a strange state of knife drawing. It was also the first time I had seen a knife drawing technique with such a long knife.

In an instant, the cold hair stood on end. At the same time, the bell hanging from the iron ring of the cutter head shakes, and the bell rings slowly.

The feeling of being locked in comes naturally. Although Yan Chixia held the sword in her hand, she suddenly found that she had fallen into a situation where she could not advance or retreat.

In the first step, in the face of the opponent's drawing and slashing, he had a premonition that he couldn't stop it at that speed.

Taking a step back, the opponent's legs, which have long been ready to attack, will immediately release infinite power like a tight spring, and at that moment, the opponent's speed will definitely exceed his own, and he will still be unable to resist with a knife.

In the world, how can there be such a terrifying sword technique!

Yan Chixia looked at the man opposite, her heart was alarmed, she quickly raised the sword in her hand, and the finger of the sword in her left hand slashed across the spine of the sword, putting on a defensive posture, and stalemate with the other party.

He believes that as long as he shows the slightest flaw, he will fall into a situation from which he will never recover.

The wind blew, and the snow on the ground floated, covering the feet of the two men. The fog shook and the other began to become hazy.

Sweat rolled across her cheeks, but the corners of Yan Chixia's mouth turned upward.

It is really an almost unsolvable knife technique, and it should not exist in this world at all, but the other party is obviously not an unsolvable person at this moment, and his injury is too serious. Moreover, they are not enemies.

"Yang An, it's me, Yan Chixia. Yan Chixia suddenly withdrew her sword and shouted softly to the opposite side.

Poof!

The man on the other side fell, the hat on his head shattered into several pieces, and then a large amount of dust was blown up by the wind.

The bell stopped abruptly, and the long knife groaned unwillingly, and was thrown into the snow with its scabbard together.