The young man in gray looked up in shock.

The dust fell from the trunk of the house fell on his face.

He sensed the falling sword intent, and he had seen such a spark sword killing people in this market before.

But he couldn't understand at all. The person who used the sword was obviously far away, so how could he capture his breath and use such a sword at such an astonishing distance?

He really wanted an assassin who was not good for the porter, but it was not easy to realize that he was an assassin, let alone perform such a sword beyond everyone's perception.

This incomprehensible shock made his movements slow, so he didn't have time to react at all. The moment the dust pounced on his face, a hole appeared in his eyebrows, and a bunch of blood mist exploded in the flying dust.

This is what happened in an unobtrusive shop.

Most people in this market did not even find the death of the young man in gray.

However, the spark that came with cold murderous intent did not stop.

There are some street stalls along the street in front of the porter carrying long wood. These street stalls sell dry goods, some dried wild mushrooms, which are delicious for cooking soup, and some are some medicinal materials from the mountains.

A middle-aged man who looked like a vendor was looking at some tiger bones and dried tiger tendons, and he was bargaining with the stall owner.

At this time, the porter was not far from him, and he was holding two long tiger bones in his hand. He turned around and glanced at the porter.

His eyes flashed a little.

He hesitated a little, but in just a moment, this hesitation turned into a cold murderous intent.

Some dust also surged under his feet.

His body posture has not changed, but his whole body flew up like a cloud of clouds and fog.

His body brought out afterimages in the bright sunshine. The two tiger bones in his hand seemed to turn into two knives in his hand, whistling and slashing towards the porter.

Countless screams rang out.

However, just before the screams rang, the clothes on his head and his entire body seemed to suddenly become brighter.

The afterimages faded away quickly.

The middle-aged man who looked like a vendor was frightened. He screamed in horror and the tiger bone in his hand rose up.

A cold spark fell.

The two tiger bones in his hand were cut off instantly.

A bloodline appeared on his neck and then cracked.

The blood of the waterfall rushed out of his neck.

Just after a stall selling wax fish not far away, the stall owner raised his head and looked at the practitioner who fell to the ground. Although he was also screaming, there was no look of horror in his eyes.

Ye Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the cold pale sparks, and his face seemed to have gradually become pale by these sparks.

His lips unconsciously pursed, gradually losing their blood.

He began to guess the identity of the master of the Star Fire Sword, but he felt the cold and lonely meaning. He was still a little unbelievable at this time. What kind of experience did a girl who looked bright and beautiful have to use such a sword intent at such an age?

As those people continued to die, he also understood that these spark swords were an attitude and a demonstration against him.

This girl from Jiaodong County wanted him to know that the most prosperous market in Changling City was not his territory, but Jiaodong County.

...

The spark is still falling, and there are still people dying in this market.

Baili Suxue frowned when he looked at the spark falling in the daytime.

"Is this yours?"

He asked Wang Jingmeng.

For some reason, this cold sword intent made him feel uncomfortable.

Wang Jingmeng paused. Jiaodong County and Bashan Sword Field were naturally different, but Zheng Xiu joined forces with them, so he paused slightly and said, "Yes."

"Killing people with this method is very shocking and enough to make people scare."

Baili Suxue turned her head and looked at Wang Jingmeng and said, "It's just that this method seems disgraceful. Fear can only make people fear and surrender, but it cannot arouse people's courage. This is inconsistent with your open sword comparison."

Wang Jingmeng was a little shocked.

He looked at Baili Suxue. He didn't expect Baili Suxue to be so smart and delicate, or rather, he didn't expect Baili Suxue to understand what he was thinking so much.

"No one likes to kill people. If it is not necessary in the future, she will use it less." Wang Jingmeng said, looking at the sky that looked particularly bright and somewhat strange because of the falling spark.

He and Baili Suxue were bathed in the bright light.

They continued to follow the porter.

At this time, the ordinary people in this market were already afraid and dared not approach it, and this long street, which was originally very crowded, seemed particularly empty.

Just looking at the calm and calm expressions of the two young practitioners, all these unknown people vaguely guessed in their hearts that they seemed to be ensuring the safety of the porter carrying the standing wood.

They were like the porter's close servant, who wanted to get the porter to reach the finish line safely.

Lu Fei looked at the two young practitioners with emotion.

He did not agree with the Nangong family's approach, but he did not oppose the Nangong family's approach. At this time, any family naturally hoped that a family like the Nangong family would stand up first.

However, who would have thought that the seemingly loyal, dull and mediocre eldest prince Ying Wu actually had the help of Bashan Sword Field and Jiaodong County, and now there is even a Minshan Sword Sect.

The failure of the Nangong family today is also the failure of all Changling clans.

After all, for the aristocratic family that lasted for many years in Changling, these people from Jiaodong County were always considered out-of-towners who followed the rules.

But now, these foreigners seem to not want to abide by their rules.

"If the people from the Nangong family are gentle, they will not be the Nangong family."

There was no smile on his face, but there was a hint of solemnity in his sigh, "Ye Xiao's status in Changling over the years has been accumulated by many brothers' corpses. It is impossible for him to not accept such challenges."

The practitioner in light yellow clothes sat beside him looked at the other end of the long street. The porter carrying a standing wooden house was not walking slowly, and he had never stopped, so he was not far from the north gate of the market.

Seeing the more and more Shendu Supervisor practitioners appearing on the other end, he nodded slowly.

This matter is about to end, but the Nangong family's counterattack will immediately set off a terrible bloody storm in Changling.
Chapter completed!