The thunderstorm continued after nightfall.
The gate of the county had long been closed, but at this time, it was slowly opened when two people called at the gate.
The street was unpaved and muddy. The two people wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats rushed into the long street on horseback, the mud splashing under the horses' hooves. Fortunately, the street was empty, so there was no need to worry about bumping into people.
In such heavy rain, even if they wore coir raincoats and bamboo hats, their clothes were getting wet when they were rushing forward.
But now, Wei Nianci obviously didn't care about it. The heavy rain was nothing compared with the trauma and anger in her heart.
At first, Lyuluo who was at behind asked Wei Nianci to ride a little bit slowly, but then she gradually stopped yelling. She tried to follow Wei Nianci closely on horseback, meanwhile, she needed to consume Spiritual Qi to keep herself
Penglai. Penglai Master Zhang Jiuling held a horsetail whisk in his arms, sitting in the room meditating. Suddenly, lightning and thunder came with heavy rainfall, and the window creaked. Zhang Jiuling opened his eyes, stood up from his cushion, went to the window, held up a louvre and looked into the distance. Zhang Jiuling's room was located on high ground, and there was nothing to block the view before him as he looked at the landscape outside. On the contrary, he saw all the mountains and forests on Penglai Island. If he looked farther, he could see the sea that stretched endlessly. The window opened to the east. When Zhang Jiuling saw lightning flashing and heard the thunder and rain, his calm face slowly turned a little solemn. A long time later, he sighed, "The heavy rain suddenly came, shrouding the mountains and sea, can I go into hiding?” A little while later, a young voice came from outside, “Master, urgent news.”
This was the first time Wei Nianci saw a cultivator in middle-level Qi-refining kill a person. She had seen cultivators in middle-level Qi-refining fight. When she was with Xu Xianjian, the latter used the swordplay of the Wukong Sword Sect to show his outstanding skill. When Xu Xianjian cut down with his sword, stone and wood split up with extraordinary momentum. Wei Nianci and Lyuluo could not help applauding at the time. When a person's cultivation had reached middle-level Qi-refining, he won't easily fight all out with others, and he would control his power when fighting in Jianghu. Having been in Jianghu for many years, Wei Nianci hadn't seen a mid-level cultivator killed, but she had seen a lot of cultivators killed in the Mortal Realm. Tonight, however, Wei Nianci witnessed it. Witnessed it very clearly. And it was because she saw it saw clearly that she failed to comprehend. When the swordsma
Heavy rain fell on Zhao Polu, drenching his long hair and outlining the cold and sharp edges and corners of the crossbow incisively and vividly. It was obvious a magic treasure with high class-ranking. The long sword of the black-robed Taoist hung over Zhao Polu's head, and his action paused. His features stiffened immediately as the crossbow shot through his throat flying dozens of steps behind his head. Before he struggled to make a sound, he flew backward because of the great power of the crossbow. He fell on the ground heavily, causing muddy water everywhere. "You..." The Taoist let out a fuzzy voice, struggling to raise his upper body. Before he could say the second word, he fell feebly without any movement. Zhao Polu stood up and took back the long spear that had been with him for years. He stood still in the night rain in the wilderness, his body as straight as a javelin. The heavy rain surrounded him, and his companions
There were 96 practitioners of Qi techniques in the Black Office and many cultivators were in the Mortal Realm. This time, while they subdued Jianghu forces in Qi Prefecture, they also raised troops and recruited followers. The people who were selected this time should not have been put in use so early, but Lai Prefecture was a special case, so they had to sustain war by means of war. From Qi Prefecture to Lai Prefecture, Song Jiao brought the last batch of elites of the Black Office. The Qingshui Villa had the Wang family and was also the Jianghu stronghold of the Pinglu Army, so it held an important position. When Song Jiao entered the territory of Lai Prefecture, she came here first. That was what had happened. However, not only the men of the Black Office came to the Qingshui Villa. "I don't believe what you have said." Not long after Song Jiao finished her words, a cyan-robed Taoist came over here in the dark night.
In the rainy night, the Boji Mountain was particularly dark and quiet. There was only one house with a small light in the Taoist temple. The faint yellow light was like a small butterfly that couldn't fly out of the walls of the Taoist temple. It was dark outside the walls, and even the outline of the forest could not be seen in the moonless night. The flash of white light was not very powerful, but the Spiritual Qi was condensed to the extreme. The white light covered the outline of the dagger, like the burning sun at summer noon, and was grasped by the hunter. At this moment, the bluestone floor, stone steps, mottled courtyard walls, and the quiet and dense forest around could be seen clearly under the white light, even too dazzling to look straight at. The hunter's smile was still friendly and honest as if he hadn't handed out the dagger which could kill a person but a common wineskin. No one could feel his killing intent. His movement was very natural
Staring blankly at the spot where little black and white fish disappeared with his mouth wide open, the browned cloaked Taoist froze as though he had seen a ghost. Half the morning had past, and the food had long turned cold in the chipped pottery bowl before the browned cloaked Taoist finally came to his senses. Obviously eating was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he placed the bowl on the edge of the sink, closed his eyes, and mumbled some Incantation Gestures as though trying to figure something out. "Qi-refining Level 9...heavens, those two little kids actually reached the Qi-refining Level 9! How is that possible?" The browned cloaked Taoist shuddered and couldn't help looking up at the sky and muttered, "How could I use divination in this terrible weather? There is not a star in sight!" Mad with anxiety, the browned cloaked Taoist paced up and down with his hands clasped behind his back in the courtyard. He mumbled,
The close fierce fight consumed a lot of their Spiritual Qi which was soon down to less than half. Li Ye wielded his Luke Sword and looked at the Junior Priestess a hundred steps away. He suddenly smiled. "It's time to end it." A hint of surprise flashing in her clear eyes, the Junior Priestess was stunned. She realized that Li Ye didn't plan to flee but to defeat her as he said those words, which made her look serious and her breath rise immediately. Although she didn't speak or have extra movement, it could tell that she was very angry. She was in Level 9 of Qi-refining. Li Ye twitched his mouth slightly and he wasn't joking. In the cultivation methods of "Purple Clouds from the East", the fist method and the palm method were not known for speed. In fact, the sword methods of "Step-by-step Lotus" and "Green Lotus Mountain" were group attack techniques. When he faced the slender Junior Priestess who
Li Ye took a deep breath and shook his body. He used a cleansing technique to remove the traces of muddy water and rotted leaves on his body. He looked up at the night sky. The rain showed no sign of abating. With a slight sigh, Li Ye turned around and gave the Junior Priestess, who was bound with her hands and thrown under the tree, a cleansing technique. But there was not much muddy water on the Junior Priestess' body. Even during the most difficult times of the fight, she did not forget to surround herself with Spiritual Qi to keep her clothes from getting wet and clinging to her body. Otherwise, even if she could survive the final fight, Li Ye was unable to control himself to let go of her. At this moment, the Junior Priestess' gaze at Li Ye was enough to kill him ten thousand times. Her mind was tougher than ordinary people. In such a situation, she had no intention of crying. If it was another ordinary woman