What caught Ren Zheng's eyes was a pair of feet and the hem of clothes. There was some dust on the soft cloth and some leaves on the soles of the feet. I thought the three of you would chase me together, but I didn't expect that there were only two of you.
"You devil." Ren Zheng covered his broken leg and roared loudly. The severe pain and the fear of death made him burst into tears.
"Look at the person who died behind you. Who is the devil?" Mo Xiaotou pointed to the place behind Ren Zheng where he had just killed the black-faced man.
Ren Zheng felt a cold wind behind him. He slowly turned his stiff neck and found that the black-faced man was covered in blood. His face was still ferocious when he died.
"Give me back my life, give me back my life." He raised his arms in pain and pounced on Ren Zheng.
"It's all fake, impossible, impossible." Ren Zheng widened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw. He supported himself with both hands and stepped back while shaking his head like a madman.
"Ren Zheng, you killed me, so you have to pay for it with your life." The black-faced man grabbed Ren Zheng's neck with his bloody hands and then began to grin. Sparkling saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and dripped on Ren Zheng's face.
Ren Zheng was a little disgusted, but the black-faced man's hands were strangling his neck. He kept patting with his hands, trying to break free.
"Big brother, I also want to live!" Because of the lack of oxygen, Ren Zheng's tears, snot and saliva spurted out. Coupled with his face, he was even more ugly.
"Give me back my life, you just want to take the BMW for yourself." The black-faced man used more strength with his hands. Ren Zheng's lips were a little purple, his face was getting worse and worse, and his pupils gradually became lax.
But no matter how he swung his hands and kicked his left leg, the black-faced man didn't seem to feel pain and his body didn't move. "How can ghosts feel pain? Big brother really came to take my life."
If there were outsiders here, they would be shocked to see Ren Zheng strangling his own neck and constantly saying strange words like "Give me back my life, don't kill me".
The dead black-faced man, the strange Ren Zheng and the smiling Mo Xiaotou made this scene at this moment extremely horrifying. There was still the sun overhead, but there was an indescribable chill.
Ren Zheng's waving speed became slower and slower, and his body became stiff. Finally, he stopped breathing and fell to the ground stiffly. Little Head Mo watched as Ren Zheng was strangled to death by the black-faced man. He just stood at the side and smiled.
Raising both of his arms, there was a special wrist guard on his wrists. Mo Xiaotu shook his wrists, and the sound of "???" came from the quiet forest. Several strands of imperceptible silk wrapped around his wrist.
At the place where Ren Zheng fell, a blood-colored thread was also retrieved. Mo Xiaotou looked at the two dead men. "In order to get rid of the two of you, you made me use Soul Reaping. It's really a pity." Little Mo stepped over Ren Zheng's corpse and did not forget to kick it a few times.
He patted off the dust on his body and walked over to Zhao Ye. He grabbed the net that trapped the dark-faced man and flicked his wrist. The net disappeared, leaving behind a corpse riddled with holes.
Then he untied Zhao Ye's reins. "Let's go. Go to White Mountain City and wait for your master!" Little Head Mo patted Zhao Ye's head, stepped on the horse's back, and rode to the north.
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Seeing that Xue Yang did not catch up, Nie Li gradually stopped his horse and walked slowly along the river. The surrounding scenery was beautiful. Green mountains and clear water surrounded him. One man and one horse walked along the river. If it was not for the chase, he would be in the mood to go sightseeing.
When he thought that he could walk along the river to White Mountain City, the sound of footsteps and a shout came to his ears. "Little thief, where are you running!" Nie Li turned around and saw Xue Yang catching up. He quickly squeezed the horse's belly and continued to run.
He could not help but wonder what was going on. He had obviously shaken off Xue Yang. How did Xue Yang catch up? Looking back, Nie Li's eyes narrowed. He finally found the problem.
Because there was sand on the river, there were Xiao Hua's hoofprints. Xue Yang only needed to follow the hoofprints. But since you are chasing the hoofprints, I will use the hoofprints to counter you.
After getting rid of Xue Yang, Nie Li patted Xiao Hua's back, jumped in the air, and fell into the water. Little Blossom glanced at her in confusion before continuing to run forward.
Holding his breath, Nie Li used his internal force to seal his mouth and nose. He hid in the water and looked at the river, waiting for the prey to take the bait. Xue Yang followed the hoofprints all the way. He secretly scolded Nie Li for being an idiot. He did not know that the hunter had already prepared his bow.
"Ha!" Seeing that Xue Yang was already in front of him, Nie Li put his hand on the Autumn Rain Saber. With a shout, his figure directly broke the water surface. The high water splash scared Xue Yang.
"Wind and Snow Saber Slash!" Nie Li used the Autumn Rain Saber to hit the water splash. Several water columns like sharp swords fell from the sky. Seeing the sudden attack, Xue Yang suddenly panicked. His movements were half a beat slower, but he still smoothly pulled out his long sword.
Xue Yang raised his long sword and slashed in front of his eyes. The internal force attached to the sword exploded into a wall of water, blocking all of Nie Li's attacks. "Hualala" The splashing water fell back into the river like rain, sprinkling on Nie Li and Xue Yang's bodies.
"Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly Demon" Nie Li's figure flashed. He had broken through to the middle stage of the Houtian realm. This was the first time he had fought. Whether it was speed or strength, they were much stronger than before.
When Xue Yang saw the two Nie Li, he was surprised. Especially when one person was still on the river surface and the other was already in front of him. His saber was already raised.
The pitter-patter of water fell on the surface of the saber, reflecting a rainbow under the sunlight. There was no saber. Xue Yang was absent-minded for a moment. It was too late to dodge. Even if he retreated half a step, his chest was still cut.
"If I was a step late, you would have died." Nie Li swung his long saber. The blade was as clean as new. "I didn't expect your horse to be a good one. This saber is also not ordinary. It's a pity that you gave it to a cripple. "Xue Yang was inevitably jealous.
Why did such a good thing fall into the hands of a cripple? Why did he have to travel thousands of miles to fight with others for the Earth Dragon Tree?
"Thirteen Longwind Swords" Xue Yang's long sword danced. Each sword move was faster than the previous one. Each move was very fast. Nie Li couldn't catch the trajectory of the sword with his naked eyes, but the strong sword wind came from all directions.
Nie Li only felt that his cheek was a little cold. He touched it with his hand. It was a little moist. It was sticky to the touch. It was not dripping river water, it was blood. But when did he stab himself?
"Thirteen Longwind Swords, one sword leads one wind. Thirteen swords cut off reincarnation. The next sword will take your life. " Xue Yang's mouth exposed a cruel smile. In order to deal with Nie Li, he had used his own unique skill.
"What's the use of saying so much? My head might still be hanging around my neck, but yours might not be. " Nie Li finished speaking and displayed the 'Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly Demon'. He left an afterimage and appeared above Xue Yang's head.
"Slash of Heaven and Earth." The domineering aura and the momentum of the blade made Xue Yang have a kind of powerless fear. It was as if this blade was the sky and the earth, a peak that he could not surpass.
"How many times do you want to use this move? Eight Longwind Swords, the wind moves and the sword follows. "Xue Yang's sword suddenly stopped and stabbed towards Nie Li's heart.
"Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly Demon." Nie Li twisted his body in the air and left an afterimage. That afterimage was torn to pieces by Xue Yang's sword qi. He flashed behind Xue Yang and used another 'Slash of Heaven and Earth'.
"How many times have I said, my sword is the wind, and the wind is my sword. Can you be faster than the wind?" Xue Yang's mouth hung a disdainful smile. Nie Li's movement was too big. Even if he was fast, there were still traces.
"Thirteen Longwind Swords, the twelfth sword, Wind Rolling Clouds." Xue Yang directly attacked Nie Li behind him. "Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly Demon" Nie Li did not hide and directly used the third move.
This was also the result of breaking through to the middle stage of the Houtian realm. Nie Li twisted his body again and his speed increased. He flashed in front of Xue Yang and dodged the sword move.
"How many times have I said, you can't be faster than the wind. It's time to end this. " Xue Yang looked at Nie Li like a monkey, jumping here and there. It was useless to blindly dodge.
"Thirteen Longwind Swords, the thirteenth sword, Wind Breaking Waves." Xue Yang took back all the surrounding sword momentum and stabbed towards Nie Li.
The surging sword qi directly tore the river behind Nie Li. The mud and gravel at the bottom of the river were exposed in the air. Nie Li in front of Xue Yang was submerged by the sword qi. He must be dead. Xue Yang's heart was full of pride.
But when he was still proud, a sharp pain came from behind him and a sound that should not have appeared made his heart fall into an ice cave.
"I can't be faster than the wind, but I can deceive the wind." Nie Li's cold voice sounded in Xue Yang's ear. The latter's eyes widened as his chest was pierced by a blade.
The blade twisted in his body and was immediately pulled out. Blood splattered on the ground. Xue Yang fell to the ground. Half of his face was buried in the sand. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the soft yellow sand red.
"How can it be?" Xue Yang's hand holding the sword has not loosened. He definitely stabbed Nie Li, but why didn't he die and appeared behind him. Why?
"You died in conceit." Nie Li covered the wound on his chest. In fact, the Nie Li in front of Xue Yang was also an afterimage. The real Nie Li was always behind him, so the twelfth move was forcibly taken by Nie Li with his body.
"The two of them are also dead!" Xue Yang muttered to himself and released the sword in his hand. His worry was not wrong. He had always felt strange, but he also found it.
That is, the two of them were not afraid. They were not afraid because their strength was lower than him. Now that he thought about it, the two of them were already dead! Unfortunately, he knew it too late.
Nie Li looked at the wound on his chest. The package was still hanging on Xiao Hua's saddle. He did not know where it went. If it was lost, he would not be able to explain it to Little Mo.
The familiar sound of a horse echoed in his ears. Nie Li saw Xiao Hua running back. He secretly thought that this horse was really psychic. He had to carefully ask Little Mo about the origin of this horse.
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