Red waist breaking line

Chapter 258

The remaining two had long been horrified by this ghostly skill and knelt on the ground, at a loss for what to do.

Seeing the two men kneeling down, the young man in black didn't hesitate at all, but stiffly swung the sword in his hand twice.

This time, no flesh was touched, but with the swing of the sword, even the heads of the soldiers were chopped off.

No matter how calm Na Zhuo was, seeing such a scene, his voice finally trembled: "You...you are not human..."

The young man in black slowly raised his face, his skin was pale under the strange mask, and his thin lips were tightly pressed. It was impossible to see what was going on in his heart, but he could only see the hilt of the sword being slowly moved by him.

At this time, the sky suddenly began to rain heavily.

The rainwater hit the black temples of the young man in black, and turned into streams of water, like tears, along his impeccable jaw line, dripping onto his clothes drop by drop.

Although he didn't move, somehow, Na Zhuo felt a sadness coming from the blade of the young man in black.

The light of the fire has been doused by the drizzle, but the sound of shouting and killing still boils back to the sky.

In the darkness, Nazhuo saw that the sword in the young man's hand was pointing at him.

——Looks like this time, there is no escape.

Na Zhuo smiled wryly, and put the knife in front of him, ready to face the last sword in his life.

The young man in black did not disappoint him either, he raised his hand abruptly, and swung it down abruptly.

Nazhuo could even feel the wind whistling in front of him, it was the howling of the sword, the call of death.

He closed his eyes.

One second, two seconds...

Why, no pain?Could it be that the moves of this young man in black have reached the level of perfection, and he can even kill without suffering?

No, not right!

Na Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes!

A white and gray Taoist robe with broken sleeves flew away from his eyes in the wind.

And the man standing in front of him was already blood-stained.

Nazhuo never thought that in this life, he would be rescued by Zhaoyin people again, and this person who blocked him with flesh and blood was actually Zhaoyin's unique nobleman, the regent Xiao Yunxi.

Only Yun Xi shouted in a deep voice: "Hurry up! Go to the city to save Xiao Yezi, go!"

Na Zhuo felt himself trembling all over, and a rush of blood rushed to his forehead, wanting to stay and die with this person.But as rational as he is, he naturally understands Yunxi's intentions - only by returning to Yandu City, capturing Akuibu's mansion and finding Xiao Yezi, can he move in a master who can save Yunxi.I don't know how many enemies there are. If he can't contact Zhaoyin's forces, he and his own soldiers are no match for the black-clothed and white-clothed youths.

Lifting the knife, Na Zhuo replied in a deep voice: "Wait for me." Without looking back, he rushed out of the encirclement and jumped into the darkness.

Yun Xi stood still on the ground, and there were several bloodstains in the half sleeve of his left hand.He clutched his arm, stared at the black-clothed young man in front of him, and secretly admired in his heart - this man's sword is so fast, it is actually above Yelu Xiye.Could it be that there are such masters in Tianren Sect?Or is it from Lingyue Sect?Impossible, if there is such a person, why has he never heard of it for several years?What's more, the figure of this person looks a little familiar, but I don't know where I have seen it?This is even more miraculous. If he had seen it, how could he not know the identity of this master?

Yun Xi thought to himself—if there were only the young man in white and these soldiers, there would be nothing to be afraid of.But the martial arts cultivation of this black-clothed youth is by no means inferior to his own.This person's moves are simple, but listening to his breathing evenly and gently, the number is short and the breath is very regular, it is obvious that the inner strength is extremely profound.Otherwise, with his stiff and slow movements, how could he dodge the scorching sharp knife within a few millimeters, and how could the sword's energy be like lightning, and he would kill even if it was far away?
(End of this chapter)