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It was a wanderer, with a shape like a black shadow, hollow eyes, and a trembling aura exuding from all over his body.

This is a creature that should not exist in the world.

Zhou An felt that something must have gone wrong for them to see this creature.

The target of the rangers is either Qi Fugui or him.

He felt that the target was probably Qi Fugui, and killing him would not do any good to these travelers, unless their purpose was revenge.

obviously.

These wanderers, unlike humans, will only do what is good and appropriate for them, not just revenge.

Zhou An is happy to see these wanderers appear. Although they are terrifying, they are a hope for him to continue his life. Every time he kills a wanderer, he will receive the life energy from the Doomsday Game.

"What is supposed to come has come."

He couldn't wait to draw his sword and cut half of the sky with one strike.

Not surprisingly, the sword was easily dodged by the patrolman.

These wanderers have special abilities, such as temporarily hiding in another space to avoid attacks. As long as they can react, they can avoid them.

No matter how sharp and arrogant his sword blade is, it will still be difficult to penetrate that space.

Moreover, the space in this world is not ordinary thick. Even with his current strength, he can only tear apart the surface space with all his strength.

Therefore, if he wants to kill the opponent, he must be fast enough, so fast that the opponent cannot react, and kill the opponent before he can escape into that space.

"I almost underestimated you."

There was a trace of surprise on the patrolman's face. Zhou An was more powerful than he expected. The sword struck just now was so fast that even he almost didn't react.

Moreover, the other party had killed a ranger before. Although it was a low-ranking ranger, it was enough for him to take it seriously.

"The Soul-Absorbing Curse!"

A cold, mechanical sound came from the space.

Zhou An only felt that a ray of light had already penetrated his head when he noticed it. It was not an entity, but a kind of spiritual energy, so it could be so fast.

This spiritual energy penetrated his consciousness and hit the direction of his soul.

Zhou An is not worried about this. His soul has long been wrapped in the meaning of decay. If the other party wants to attack his soul through this method, he must first defeat the layer of meaning of decay wrapped in his soul. .

If the other party can do this, it would be better to help him.

The rotten meaning wrapped around his soul was not under his control and had been corroding his soul, but at a slower pace.

Judging from the current situation, his body must have died first, so there is no need to worry too much about the decay of his soul.

The mental energy was like a bullet hitting the meaning of decay, causing violent shocks in his mental sea of ​​consciousness, and what emerged was a dizziness like a concussion.

The spiritual energy completely dissipated before it penetrated the meaning of decay, posing no threat to him at all.

This was also what he expected. Even if it penetrated the package of decay, his spirit itself was still protected, so there was no need to worry at all.

The itinerant realized that Zhou An's spirit was stronger than he had expected and beyond his expectations.

Most of the immortal cultivators in this world do not specialize in soul cultivation. Before reaching a certain level, the soul is quite weak. Most of the immortal cultivators in this world have tried and failed, but Zhou An hit a brick wall here.

Zhou An's eyes narrowed and he drew his sword without hesitation. When the opponent attacked him, he would naturally reveal his flaws. Appearing in this world was the best time for him to take action.

Following the high-pitched sword cry, a sword light shuttled through the body of the wanderer.

This sword was faster than the previous one, and he left almost no room, but he was still a little slower, allowing the wanderer to escape again, leaving only a shallow sword mark on his body, which healed quickly. It's like nothing happened.

Zhou An's attention was completely focused on the traveler, and he suddenly noticed movement behind him. By the time he reacted, it was already too late. His body was pierced by a long conical iron tool, knocked away, and nailed to the ground.

Without any warning, a man appeared behind him and launched an attack. He was obviously very good at assassination.

Zhou An's abdomen was penetrated, and he looked up at the man. His figure was blurred and his face could not be seen clearly, so he used some means to cover it up.

This person is not a itinerant, but a monk, a monk in the integration stage.

"Isn't it so shameless for you, a monk in the integration stage, to sneak attack on my little incarnation like this?" Zhou An showed a cruel smile on his face and shouted, blood overflowing from his mouth desperately.

The monk responded with a sense of ridicule: "Haha, do you want me and you to compete one-on-one in the ring? Can you not be so naive!"

"But, having said that, you do have this qualification. Don't say that you are a monk in the transformation stage. If you can beat Xuanzheng now, then you are a monk in the integration stage."

This series of things happened in a very short period of time, and only then did other people in Prince Wu'an's palace react.

Yue Li blocked Zhou An's side, facing another monk, whose figure could not be seen clearly either. He wore a mask on his face, and could only vaguely see a flying sword floating behind him.

Zhou An felt as if he had been penetrated by the black sword in a dream, but there was no trace of fear on his face. Instead, he showed a bit of madness and laughed:

"I didn't expect that so many people would come to deal with me. Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

The monk whose figure could not be seen clearly was about to say something, when he suddenly let out a tragic cry, and his left arm fell to the ground out of thin air. The cut surface was flat and even smooth, with no blood gushing out. What was left of his arm from the wound The parts started to rot.

"When!" There was a hint of fear in his voice, and he didn't realize when Zhou An took action.

Not being aware of it is the most frightening thing, which means Zhou An has the means to kill him easily.

But Zhou An is just a monk in the transformation stage anyway. No matter what, he shouldn't have such means. Being able to compete with the monks in the integration stage is enough to defy the heavens.

"Who! Who else is there!"

He subconsciously looked around the palace, but couldn't see any clues, and for a moment he even wanted to retreat.

Of course no one else.

At the moment when he attacked, Zhou An also controlled the bronze flying knife to strike out with a sword, which penetrated his body and cut off his arm at the same time.

When he swung this sword, he triggered the black substance, which made his sword skills suddenly improve. Only then did he show such terrifying power. His speed was so fast that he even drew the sword in front of the fused monk. , the other party didn’t even notice

The monk standing opposite Yue Li couldn't help but take two steps back when he saw this scene, muttering to himself: "This is impossible, this is impossible."

Yue Li also frowned slightly when he saw this, and shouted: "You two rats hiding your heads and faces, can't you be the monks in the city!"

As she spoke, she did not hesitate to use her sword on the monk in front of her, even though the opponent was most likely stronger than her.

When the swords collided, she discovered that the other party was also a sword cultivator, and his Taoist methods were somewhat similar to hers.

The corners of Yue Li's eyes twitched, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart. The man in front of him kept his hands on him at all times, and he didn't make a killing blow. It was more like a passive defense.

"What are you doing? Kill her quickly and come over to help." Another monk urged.

He had already had one of his arms cut off by Zhou An, and he was frightened. After that, Zhou An suddenly became more powerful, as if with divine help, and he couldn't lose even when he was one against two, which made him feel very strenuous.

I'm afraid if this continues, both of them will be killed by Zhou An, and at least three of them will have to deal with Zhou An together.

Fortunately, they were more cautious in their previous planning. Considering that they had to kill Qi Fugui as soon as possible, they allocated the combat power of three combined stages to come to Wu'an Mansion to intercept and kill him.

There are some things that I can't stand, just like the tone and demeanor of a person speaking. No matter how disguised it is, there will be flaws, not to mention such a tense battle.

As countless sword shadows collided again, the waves formed by the moonlight spread.

Yue Li sheathed her sword and took a step back, eyes wide open, surprised, angry, and extremely puzzled: "You choose Xuan Zheng!"

As soon as these words came out, the monk whose face could not be seen clearly stayed where he was.

Yue Li was full of anger and said coldly: "Senior brother! Why did you come to Wu'an Mansion to attack us with these evil cultivators?"

"Do you know that if you do this, you will not only implicate yourself, but also Wangtian Sect!"

"Xuanzheng, what on earth are you doing! You are a disciple of the Sword Immortal! How can you still have a clear sword mind after doing such a thing?"

The words struck his ears like thunder, like a sound of thunder hitting his mind. Xuan Zheng woke up with a start, his body trembling violently at first, and his heart filled with fear.

What am I doing!

What on earth am I doing!

He escaped from Prince Wu'an's Mansion without looking back, nor did he care about the other two.

Yue Li watched Xuan Zheng leave and fly towards the outside of the imperial city. She immediately followed him, wanting to stop him and ask for clarification.

The reason why Wangtian Sect closed the mountain was because they were afraid of being implicated in the backlash of Da Qi's luck, and Xuanzheng's approach undoubtedly dragged Wangtian Sect into the quagmire.

As a disciple of the Sword Immortal, his every move is related to Wangtian Sect.

When Xuan Zheng saw Yue Li catching up from behind, he immediately increased his speed. If he wanted to run away, Yue Li would not be able to catch up. His figure quickly disappeared into the sky.

If Zhou An had exerted 100% of his strength before, then it is 200% now.

After triggering the black substance, his realm of swordsmanship rose to the level of perfection. Even if he is only one level away from the swordsman, he is a state that cannot be achieved by millions of swordsmen in the world.

When the way of swordsmanship has reached this point, the swordsman himself is invulnerable to all attacks. The various methods used by the rangers have either a negligible effect on him, or they are directly cut off.

With his cultivation of transforming into gods, he seemed to be able to fight one against two with ease. Not long after, the other arm of the monk in the integration stage was also cut off by him.

Having his arm broken is not a big deal. Most of his body has been affected by the Decay Sword Intent, and has decayed and aged, and his combat effectiveness has also declined visibly.

The body is the foundation that carries everything. As the body ages, the movement of spiritual energy will be blocked, and even the spirit and soul will be greatly affected.

Under the circumstances, Zhou An's advantage became greater and greater, and he was finally decapitated with a sword. His head flew far away, out of the palace, and landed on the street. It rolled several times, leaving a trail of blood. , wrapped in heavy snow, is particularly bright.

A monk with a combined weapon died in his hands so easily, even when two against one.

Even the storytellers in the imperial city would not dare to brag like this.

As for the patrolman, seeing that he was no match, he turned into a shadow and fled, and was several miles away in the blink of an eye.

Of course, Zhou An couldn't let him go. No matter what, killing this guy would save his life. It's better to die than to live.

He chased him out of the palace and slashed out with his sword. The light of the sword passed hundreds of feet, penetrated the body of the wanderer, and cut him in two.

Pa~

He turned around suddenly and saw a pitch black hand reaching out from the void and patting him on the shoulder.

Dizziness came.

The light in the surrounding environment was distorted and blurred. For a moment, he seemed to be in another place. The light and shadow were constantly changing, but there was no real light. Everything was gray. He could vaguely see that the gate of the palace had turned into the background of this world.

The wanderer in front of him showed a different look in this environment.

An old man with white hair and a missing corner of his face, like a piece of building block that had been cut out.

"You, a barbarian, can force me to use this move, so you are proud of yourself." The finder's face showed a ferocious look, a purple light flashed on his left hand, and a large butterfly-like purple halo looked toward Zhou An. Come.

In his eyes, Zhou An is a barbarian in this world, who uses the most primitive methods, but is also strong and unreasonable.

He was like a soldier with a gun being chased and beaten by Zhou An, a barbarian with a stick. He felt quite aggrieved, extremely unconvinced, but could not be beaten.

When Zhou An came to this place, he immediately realized that the Tao here was very weak, or the rules were very weak. The power and ability of extraordinary people were greatly restricted, just like fish leaving the water and people leaving the air. There is no place for leverage.

He couldn't even control the sword, so he could only hold the hilt with his hand and swing the sword to meet him like a mortal warrior.

The sword light was scattered, the weak sword armor was penetrated, and seven or eight blood holes appeared on Zhou An's body. When he got up from the ground, he was covered in blood.

In this special environment, the strength of both of them was weakened, but Zhou An was weakened by 90%, while the other party was only weakened by 40 to 50%.

Under this situation, Zhou An fell into an absolute disadvantage.

"You natives only make crude use of the rules. You are nothing after leaving the world you live in!"

The old man looked at Zhou An's miserable appearance and said with a big smile. His expression was full of madness, but at the same time full of indifference, which was extremely contradictory.

Zhou An bent his back and drooped his hands. He looked at the old man with an excited expression. He coughed blood and said:

"Aboriginal? Who told you that I am an aboriginal? Has anyone ever told you that you are like bugs emerging from a dark place, praying for sunlight but afraid of it?"

The dark substance in his body underwent unknowable changes in this environment, and seemed to reveal its original appearance, like a burning sludge with eyes of various sizes dotted all over it. Each eye has various expressions and exudes brilliant brilliance.

Not only that, this mud is like a heart, one end is connected to him, and the other end is connected to the decayed sword intention. It is difficult to tell what it looks like. It is changing every moment. Generally speaking, it is the same. The black hands are intertwined together. The lines on the hands are clear, and the silver-gray brilliance outlines the smaller hands.

Every moment a hand dies, every moment a hand is born.

In the old man's frightened eyes, the decayed sword intent was entrenched everywhere in the space like tentacles, growing more and more, growing spontaneously.

The not-too-smart wanderer finally realized something was wrong, turned around and ran in the other direction, trying to take back the projected space.

next moment.

He was swallowed up by the big black hands that came over like a tide, and his already dilapidated body began to decay rapidly. His whole body went from moving to stiff, and finally became motionless, standing there like a wooden sculpture.

As the wanderer dies, the surrounding light changes again.

The palace seemed to come from a distance and came to him, becoming clear again.

A breeze blew by, and the wanderer's body turned into white powder and fell to the ground in a pile.

[Kill the ranger and reward life energy]

A message pops up on your phone.

An invisible light was projected from an altitude of hundreds of thousands of meters and fell on Zhou An.

This is purer life energy. Compared with the life energy in the previous life spring water, it does not contain any impurities.

Comparing the two, it is the difference between pure water and sewage. Drinking sewage will cause stomach upset or even illness and death, but pure water will not.

After the life energy entered Zhou An's body, it did not act as he expected. It did not offset the decaying aura, but merged into the dark material. At the same time, another part of the decaying aura also Integrated into it.

The black substance has grown in size visibly to the naked eye.

Only then did Zhou An return to normal, with a distorted expression on his face. He couldn't help but feel chilled when he saw the true appearance of the black substance.

That kind of thing was actually in his body and was crawling around. Could it be that it was treating his body as a nest?

However, he was not sure whether what he just saw was the original appearance of the black substance.

The world projected by the wanderer was very special. There was nothing there. Even the changes in light and shadow were fake, and there were no rules.

Theoretically, such a place should be a void, and there shouldn't be any living things.

Zhou An couldn't figure out what was going on. He supported his waist with one hand and raised his sword with the other, staggering towards the palace.

Although using the black substance can temporarily elevate his swordsmanship to a higher level, it will also completely overdraw his body and spirit, and hasten his death.

This only makes the flames on the meteor brighter and more dazzling, but it cannot prevent the meteor from falling.

From the moment a meteor appears, its fall is inevitable.

At this time, Yue Li also came back, with a lonely look on his face. Perhaps he felt that it was because of her that Xuan became like this, and felt inexplicably guilty. .

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