V3.Chapter 41

The darkness was as deep as a curtain.

The figure of emperor Jiang cuts through the night and goes away with the roaring wind. The silver light is gradually far away, but the sharp and fierce killing intention in the far sky is getting closer and closer.

The killing intention is not manic, but extremely cold filled the whole space, calm, indifferent, extremely dangerous.

Li Tianlan has been in a coma.

The saint touched his pulse and heart, and was slightly relieved.

The No. 6 war zone divided by the East Island is not big or small, but for two days, the saints have been unable to find Li Tianlan, partly because of the size of the No. 6 war zone, but partly because of Li Tianlan's speed.

There is no nonsense in the high-intensity battle, such as fighting, fighting, dividing life and death, retreating.

Li Tianlan's every shot is crisp, and saints often slow him down.

At the beginning, it was like this. But through some traces, the saints could gradually see that Li Tianlan's strength had broken through to a rather terrible level. Then he was not in a hurry, and he followed him slowly.

But he didn't expect that Li Tianlan would meet Dijiang at the end of the battle. If he came later, the saints didn't dare to think about the consequences.

But even so, he still let Dijiang take away the valuable emperor. At this moment, looking at Li Tianlan in a coma, the saint was in a dilemma.

In the air frenzied agitation of the kill intended to a moment suddenly a stagnation.

The night sky suddenly became clear.

All over the battlefield, the shadow became almost completely transparent without any sound. The shadow fluctuated violently in the night, and then became a dark shadow.

The killing intention has completely disappeared.

The place where the shadow stood was nothing.

The saint's brow was wrinkled and thoughtful.

"How?"

The robber who arrived at the battlefield asked hoarsely.

He and the saints are all dressed in black, but their temperament is quite different.

Every move of the saints seems to have the power of sword, but the robbery is silent. Apart from the secret, there is only infinite darkness left.

"Seriously injured, too tired."

The saint picked up Li Tianlan and handed him over to the robber. After silence, he continued: "the emperor is lost."

"Well?"

I simply sent out a syllable.

"It's Jiang Hongwei. You're a little late, or maybe you can keep him

The saint sighed with regret, but there was an inexplicable sparkle in his eyes. He recalled the moment of fighting, the thunder light from all over the world. He laughed at himself, thinking that he was really a terrible younger generation.

"The double thunder pulse of Wang family in Beihai?"

Rob's tone is quiet. The Jiang family in Beihai province is a famous family, the successor of the Jiang family, and Wang Tianzong's disciple. This identity can't be completely secret. Although Jiang Hongwei, a double thunder pulse, has never made a move, some big people in Zhongzhou will have a rough judgment about his strength.

If he can grow up normally, now even if he is not invincible, he will have the fighting power of invincible. In Beihai Wang family, he is really the second master.

"You should not be his opponent."

He said in a clear and straightforward tone.

"The saints are no match for him. But I'm not just a saint. "

The saint shook his head in a complicated tone.

"He knows who you are."

Rob tone indifferent, but this sentence contains trouble, two people are very clear.

The relationship between reincarnation palace and sighing city has been established since the saints first boarded Taibai Mountain. If Jiang Hongwei exposes the real identity of the saints, the uproar will be enough to alert the Wangs of Beihai and Kunlun city.

The saint took a deep breath and said faintly, "there's no way. If I don't really draw my sword tonight, I can't stop him. Then the sky will be in danger."

He is the king of the first day of reincarnation, but the strength of the saint's identity is really ordinary, which is roughly between the ordinary half step invincible and the peak half step invincible. Only the sword spirit without the sword meaning is equal to having no soul, but once the sword meaning appears, it is all trouble.

The robber holds Li Tianlan in his arms and takes out a bottle of blue medicine for him. He is silent for a moment.

"Whoosh!"

Silver in the dark cuts through the night sky.

Silver like a meteor, with a terrible momentum, but no intention to kill, sharp edge fell at the foot of the robbery.

A figure in a black cloak came out from the other side and said gently, "it's OK."

The emperor, who was taken away by Dijiang, was still in the shape of a halberd painted by Fang Tian. At this time, he was inserted on the ground in front of the robber, trembling slightly.

"Commander?"

The whole face of the robber was hidden under the mask, quietly picking his eyebrows.

"Nice to meet you."

The voice of the sergeant was smiling and arched his hand. He didn't say anything about the first meeting. They had met at the meeting a few days ago, although they didn't communicate.

Rob nodded, looked at the emperor in front of him, narrowed his eyes and said with some doubts: "this is..."

"I reasoned with the little guy named Dijiang. Maybe I felt that I was wrong. The guy left his weapon and left

The military commander said with a soft smile, gentle and gentle, without any edge.

"You?"

The robber asked.

"I can't do it myself, but don't I still have you? Anyway, it's not far away. I can't reason with him. Can't we talk with him together? That little guy is a smart guy. He has a lot of sense

The sergeant looked at the saint with a smile and continued: "you don't have to worry about your identity."

The saint seemed to understand something, then frowned, his eyes changed, and he winked at the commander.

The commander nodded knowingly, turned around and left.

"I know the identity of the saint. what about you? Who are you? "

Feeling Li Tianlan's more and more steady breathing, looking at the back of the military division, suddenly asked a question.

After a meal, the army commander hurried into the dark again, as if in a hurry.

His voice floated in the night sky, clear to the ear.

"I'm the commander. It is also the hand of reincarnation

His figure disappeared, and he seemed to be on his way.

The pupil of the robber suddenly condenses. He silently looks at the direction where the military division left. After a long time, he turns to look at the military division and says in a deep voice: "knife, does it really exist?"

Knife.

Invisible knife.

A knife that's hard to detect.

In Zhongzhou, only a few people can detect the existence of this Dao, but it's vague. Let alone robbery, I'm afraid even Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun don't know what the so-called Dao really is.

"Natural existence."

The saint said plainly, "but it's not too long."

The robber took a deep breath, looked at the saint seriously and asked: "the military adviser is the hand holding the knife, then who is the man holding the knife? Is he not the reincarnation palace master? "

"I used to be the boss."

The saint hesitated, and said honestly: "when Tianlan returns home, it's Tianlan holding the sword. He may never imagine what kind of knife his boss left him in Zhongzhou. "

"I can't imagine that either."

Rob's tone is as plain as water: "it seems that general manager Qin has made up his mind. The great gift she left behind is indeed valuable, but all this may not be what Tianlan wants."

"But that's what he needs most. Because he's in Zhongzhou. "

The saints were indifferent.

I don't talk anymore.

He is not good at emotional things. He always has to choose between sensibility and rationality. Qin Weibai makes a choice. What about Li Tianlan?

He looked at Li Tianlan, who was still in a coma, and said with a smile, "I can't imagine that the legendary Dao really exists. So what are the Wangs and Kunlun city in Beihai doing over the years? What's the point of what they do?

The saint didn't speak, but turned around silently and said, "I'm going. There is still something to do

Robbery is not more said, holding Li Tianlan, figure instantly disappeared.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The figure of the military division is rapidly passing through the mountain forest, without any physical strength.

The trees flashed behind him.

All of a sudden.

His figure suddenly stopped at the same place.

The sultry heat was brewing in the forest, with a desperate silence.

The figure of the military division slowly moved forward one step, another step.

His body stopped under a big tree.

The sergeant was silent, but his eyes suddenly became extremely frenzied and fierce.

here.

It's where he's separated from his boss.

Before the separation, the boss took a rest under the tree.

But now

The big tree is still

The boss is gone!

.......

Zhongzhou Lin'an.

The white fog in Qingyun Mountain is still there.

The white fog shrouded every corner of the mountain, which was too thick to melt.

The white fog is flowing clearly and slowly in the night.

Wuwei, the most famous master of metaphysics in Zhongzhou, stood quietly in front of the temple gate, looking down at the flourishing flowers in front of the temple gate with a smile on his face.

The flowers have now completely covered all the roads in the temple.

Ancient temples, white fog and flowers are everything.

A drop of red blood from Wuwei master's chest, dripping in the flowers.

The old monk, whose white hair had completely disappeared, suddenly touched his bald head and looked at the night sky.

The sky is still filled with white fog, ethereal as fairyland.

Wisps of water droplets are falling from the air, breaking through the white fog, moistening the flowers and plants.

"It's raining..."

He whispered, opened his mouth, and closed it.

The master originally intended to ask his two disciples to enjoy the rain together, but when he said that, he remembered that his two disciples, Ruzhen and ruye, had been arranged to go to the East Island by himself.

He sighed, turned and walked slowly into the temple gate.

Another drop of blood came down from the chest.

Blood drops fall to the ground, splashing blood.

The rain is getting worse.

......

Long Island International Airport.

Two middle-aged monks with the same appearance, shape and temperament walked out of the hall slowly.

Both of them were dressed in simple monk's clothes, and their expressions were peaceful and quiet.

The two monks, who had been walking side by side, came out of the hall in silence. They looked at each other and turned around without words.

One to the East, one to the West.

It's going away.

The dull night sky suddenly sounded, rolling thunder.

Dense lightning cut through the night sky before the thunder, from top to bottom.

In an instant, heavy rain in thunder and lightning, accompanied by strong winds, came to long island.

The heat of Long Island is gone.

The heavy rain oppressed everything.

All that's left in the world is the sound of rain.