The water flowed over, and the crimson sword light flew out from the entrance of the cave again, astonished as a rainbow that penetrated the sun, the gods and ghosts were unpredictable, and the time was just right, as if Cui Zhihuan took the initiative to bring himself to the tip of the sword.

Cui Zhihuan was shocked and angry. After the opponent's attack, he still hid at the entrance of the cave, like a cunning beast hunting countless blood and food. He was not anxious or impatient, and was waiting for him to come to the door again.

Such a mind, such forbearance, and such courage are completely different from what a teenager did.

"The practice of Taoist sect is better to be quiet and to be more focused on quiet and vivid; while our demon sect likes to survive in death and to support war."

The thin and sharp broken sword penetrated the river water and approached, like a wisp of blood that penetrated silently. Cui Zhihuan's eyes were red, and the scene of the former leader of the Blood River Sect expounding the altar and preaching in his mind.

"The so-called 'war' seems to be a simple battle for life and death, but it actually encompasses everything. 'war' is not only a training confrontation between martial arts and arts, but also a contest of wisdom, experience, mentality, intuition, will, luck, observation, judgment, mutual generation and restraint... and the application of blind spot skills."

"What is a 'blind spot'?" A disciple asked at that time.

"I jumped down from here, without using any magic, and I could be unharmed." Jie Canmu stood on the altar on the towering mountain top, looking down at the deep valley below, and the wide blue Confucian uniform was blown out of the blade-like wrinkles by the mountain wind.

Looking at the deep valley with swords and halberds, everyone was shocked. Could it be that the leader's body had reached the legendary realm of indestructibility?

Jie Canmu stood up, jumped down from the altar and fell to everyone. The blood lotus altar made by Hongyu was only three feet high, and he could jump down if he found a boy.

Everyone was stunned, Jie Canmu smiled slightly: "It is hard to see what you see and what you think, the son outside, escaped... This is the blind spot."

The sword light was like clouds and blood, shattering the picture in my mind. This sword hit the "blind spot" of Cui Zhihuan's thinking, because he had never expected that the boy would use the same trick again.

Cui Zhihuan roared violently, and had no time to use any magic, so he just grabbed the broken sword with his left palm.

Qi and blood were throbbing, and a strong sense of crisis came again. Cui Zhihuan made a quick decision. The moment he hooked the sword blade with his fingertips, the clear air of the blood river suddenly shook, his left arm was shoulder-to-shoulder, and blood spurted out from the cutoff, turning into evaporated blood mist, covering the hole.

At the same time, his broken arm and his palm were penetrated by the sword qi of the three killing machine, instantly rotting and shriveling, leaving only a layer of wrinkled thin skin.

Cui Zhihuan retreated rapidly, disappeared behind the blood mist, and a storm wave in his heart. The opponent's sword swallowed qi and blood, and its effect was almost exactly the same as the Blood Shadow Technique of the Blood River Sect. No! In addition to qi and blood, this sword also absorbed all vitality and a little mysterious thing.

The Blood Shadow Dao was obtained by the founder of the Blood River Sect from an immortal site. It has infinite power and is a powerful method in the world. Even compared with the "Yuhua Sword Sutra" of the Yu Clan, it may not be inferior. Where does this sword technique appear in the world, and its magical use is even better than the Blood Shadow Dao?

What's more, the young man had little skills and was far from exerting the power of this sword!

Zhi Shouzhen slashed out with one sword, and suddenly felt a chest tightness and heartbeat, so he quickly pulled away. When he was holding his breath under the water for a long time, his breathing gradually became uneasy. Only practitioners who refined their energy and returned to their spirits could turn their external breathing into internal breathing, and breathe freely under the water.

Fat Tigers and the other two were lying on the other side of the cave entrance. Zhi Shouzhen touched the bronze hard object in his arms. This was retrieved from the little horse bandit before he took action. With this object in his hand, the little horse bandit would not easily get rid of them and escape by themselves.

The little bandit's eyes flashed, and he made a gesture to Zhi Shouzhen, taking the lead in swimming to the distance. The underwater caves were surrounded by a cluster of grass, and the three of them were circling around and passing through deep caves. From time to time, some strange fish with transparent bones swam past them, stirring up the stream of rapid shooting.

"Crash!" The little horse bandit grabbed the rock wall and suddenly came out of the water. He breathed desperately, and his little face turned purple. Zhi Shouzhen also came out and gasped. On the contrary, the fat tiger was completely different and breathed freely. It is said that the four major cultivators can breathe internally and develop magical powers themselves. There are many strange things.

"How is that guy?" The little bandit climbed up a rock that was towering out of the water and asked panting. It was dark all over, and a few rays of light were faintly shining through the cracks above the rocks above the head. The surrounding rocks intertwined, and some of them protruded from the river surface, forming a dark rock beach, which was hard to see the end.

"My two swords seriously injured Cui Zhihuan. According to common sense, he should give up chasing and seeking land to heal his wounds. But with his temperament, he will probably catch up." Zhi Shouzhen jumped onto the rock beach and stared at the little horse bandit and said, "You are familiar with the terrain in this area, and it depends on you this time."

"The demonic boy from the Blood River Sect is not that easy to be eliminated." The little bandit frowned, hesitated for a moment, and walked to a steep wall covered with moss on the east side.

"Do you also know that he comes from the Blood River Sect?" Zhi Shouzhen showed no expression. The little horse bandit was indeed a Yan person, so he was so familiar with the Demon Sect.

"The smell of blood when he took action was so strong that he could smell it from a distance." The little horse bandit curled his lips.

After exploring the rock wall a few times, one of the gray-patterned stones moved with the gesture. He pulled out the stone, revealing a hollow hole, and there was a black cowhide soft capsule hidden inside.

The little horse bandit untied the cowhide bag, Zhi Shouzhen glanced at him and saw a pair of suede short boots, several sets of old shirts in Jin and Chu style, two short knives, a slingshot, several packs of medicinal powder, a stack of oil naan bread and many fragments of gadgets.

Oil naan bread is the winter food for some tribes of Dayan. It is baked with ghee, barley, and beef and sheep bone meal. It tastes thick and hard like bricks, but it is very hungry and can be stored for years and will not deteriorate.

The most special thing is that slingshot, which is one foot long and wide. It is made of rare chalk copper as the bow frame and carved with ancient patterns. The arc-shaped bow handle is bent into a bunch of sharp pointed cones at the end. The rubber band is wide and thick, with a milky white color, like delicate jade.

"The Demon Sect has always been vengeful. The one named Cui suffered a loss on us and must find the place again. This is the unchanging nature of the disciples of the Demon Sect, and it is also the "Tao" for their practice." The little horse bandit said jokingly, putting on suede boots, took out a slingshot, rubbed it, hang it around his waist, and took out a short knife, one inserted into the heel of the boot, and the other was thrown to the fat tiger. The blade shiny in the dark, reflecting the hard lip edges of the little horse bandit as outlined by iron wire.

Zhi Shouzhen's eyes flashed and looked at the little horse bandit. The cunning and weak little horse bandit seemed to have disappeared in front of her, and replaced by the murderous aura that showed her minions.

This time, the little horse bandit met Zhi Huzhen's eyes without any hesitation: "So we only have one way."

"Kill him."

"The magic sect technique is powerful and has a great backlash."

"Cui Zhihuan is not much better than us now. He can slowly waste him to death."

The boys looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to ignite the same light fire in the darkness. The fat tiger stared at them blankly, and suddenly a fire broke out in his heart that felt panic.

"Damn it!" He grabbed the short knife and roared like a real tiger.

"Although the injured beast is cruel, it is the best time to hunt it." The ponies slapped their skin, straightened their waists, and their eyes became sharp, like goshawks overlooking their prey in the sky.

"Bang--" The stone was pushed back to the rock wall with force. With the short and dull sound of impact, the three of them walked towards the depths of the rock beach, as if stepping on the sonorous sound of the horn.
Chapter completed!