Blood fell to the ground like raindrops, washing away the dust on the stone road, gradually losing its fresh color, but exuding a stronger smell of fishy smell.

This is the favorite taste of many stray wild dogs in Changling City.

Noisy and excited barking sounded in the dark alleys, and faint flames of desire burned in the eyes of several scalp-like wild dogs, almost madly.

Just a few broken fingers that fell on the ground aroused the excited biting and fighting for these wild dogs. However, following the blood, these wild dogs suddenly found that the "food" around them became more and more, but they fell into inexplicable fear.

They suddenly discovered that some of the "foods" were the humans they had feared before.

When some crisp sounds sounded further away, although the stomach acid in the wild dogs was secreting wildly and their saliva kept flowing down the corners of their bloody mouths, they could hear clearly that the sounds of swords were all the sounds, and the fear completely suppressed their desire for food.

They started to wail, and fled out of these streets and alleys with their tails.

Tonight, the stars in the sky were brilliant, and there was no rain or cloud. However, in the long alley where the sound of swords kept ringing, the sound of wind and rain began to sound.

Crystal raindrops kept falling on several carriages scattered in this street and alley. The curtains of these carriages continued to fly out, and there were shrill sounds of wind or sword lights in and out.

The roof tiles on both sides of the long alley are constantly invaded by invisible forces, flapping their wings like birds to fly, but are suppressed by the power in the raindrops.

Except for the carriages that were rippled by the power of wind and rain, which were still alive in the carriages that were directly hit on the courtyard wall, there were no living people in this long alley.

The most corpses lying beside one of the carriages, and more than a dozen incomplete bodies were next to the carriage. Several of them were even on the front of the carriage, and even the roof of the carriage was covered with blood and broken organs.

In the carriage, a middle-aged man with gray hair sat. He pursed his lips tightly, and his handsome eyebrows were full of solemn and solemn expressions.

A thin light green sword piece always flew outside the carriage where he was, sometimes pausing and revealing the sword shape, sometimes turning into a faint blue stream of light.

In the picture at this time, this sword piece easily makes people feel that it belongs to the middle-aged man in the carriage, but the fact is the opposite.

This sword piece was the man's biggest enemy in the carriage.

Most of those who died around his carriage were his guards.

The flying sword surrounded without attacking. The owner of this flying sword would rather waste his precious true energy to find a chance to kill. This is a competition of patience and will.

The middle-aged man in this carriage has enough patience. If this flying sword does not reveal his flaws, he will never take the initiative to attack. What's more, for him, the master of this flying sword is not him.

If you say you are anxious, the owner of this flying sword will be even more anxious than him.

However, in the next moment, a strange look suddenly appeared in the calm and focused eyes of the middle-aged man, and his hands fell on the carriage beside him like lightning.

Dong! Dong!

Two terrifying forces appeared again in the heaven and earth vitality, which had been stirred up to chaos. The carriage seemed to have escaped the fixed laws and laws of the world. The whole carriage carried his body and floated up slightly unreasonably. In the next moment, it cracked into hundreds of pieces and sputtered out in all directions.

Almost at the same time, countless shrill roars were heard in the surrounding streets.

Hundreds of feather arrows that were darker than the night came through the air, completely covering dozens of feet of radius where the carriages were located.

Countless arrows were stimulated by the energy of the middle-aged man, and they broke and collided with each other.

However, in the next moment, the second round of dense rain of arrows had fallen.

The middle-aged man flew out of the carriage into afterimages among the many broken feather arrows. He should have been able to rush out of the range covered by the rain of arrows before the second round of arrows fell, but the owner of the flying sword himself could not escape from the rain of arrows.

The flying sword only paused in the air for a very short moment. When the owner of the flying sword knew that he could not survive in this rain of arrows, the flying sword began to accelerate wildly, and it was shaking in the air, as if it was about to crack.

In the next moment, the flying sword disappeared in place, as if it had traveled through the boundaries of time and space, but instead appeared in front of the fast-growing middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned pale.

Facing the small sword that pierced his throat, he patted his sleeves.

There was a bang and a loud bang.

His sleeves were cracked, and the rags were flying like butterflies.

The shrill flying sword was slapped out directly, but at this moment, a violent rain of arrows had already fallen.

Several desperate shouts of shouts sounded in the dark alley.

The middle-aged man and the rest of the carriages were blooming with blood mist.

The sound of messy and rapid footsteps sounded from all directions.

Countless soldiers wearing black armor poured into this Changling like a tide.

In the distance, there are many people looking at this street and alley.

The war between Jiaodong County and Ye Xiao has lasted for more than a month.

From the beginning, the fight between ordinary and fearless men in the world has inevitably been involved in the cultivator.

For any big city in the world, the battle between practitioners is much more worthy of attention than the battle between secular men in the world.

Ye Xiao was also looking at the streets from afar.

Tonight, the people on both sides in this street are dead, and there is no way to win.

He remained silent, and his heart was surprisingly free of any shock or other emotions.

Until a man dressed in a scholar appeared in his sight when he looked very elegant.

"You have to stop."

The man bowed slightly to him politely, and then said softly.

There were countless complex emotions suddenly surged in Ye Xiao's heart. His eyes narrowed, and then he said coldly, "Why?"

"Because the master doesn't want you to continue like this."

The man slowly raised his body, and in both his tone and expression, he was still humble and polite, impeccable. "There are too many dead practitioners, and you should understand more than ten days ago that Jiaodong County will not stop."

"What's the matter with so many dead practitioners?"
Chapter completed!