The moon is dark and windy, the stars in the sky are swallowed up by dark clouds, and the moon palace is eaten by Tiangou, leaving only a crescent moon. The whole forest seems to be in black, and only the fire light on the distant path is flashing. The carriage is jogging on this quiet path, and the path runs through two official roads. The carriage is very delicate, with the vermilion wood paint, which can be seen using the best-quality palm wood, the window is made of brocade, rather than ordinary paper yarn. There are yellow birds on both sides of the carriage with golden branches. This golden branch is really golden, not just made with gold? Even the stakes are decorated with real gold, which is really rich and powerful.

The driver who drove the horse was just wearing a thin coat and a hat. He couldn't see his true face through the flashing fire. He held the reins in his hand and drove the horse.

The curtain behind him was pulled a small gap. The person in the car looked up at the dark clouds and sighed.

"I can't see the stars in the sky for half a month, and I can't see the stars in the sky for half a month. The situation in the world is probably as Ji Xiang said." There was an old man in the car. He stared at the celestial phenomena and muttered to himself, his expression was dazed and pondered for a long time.

"Where did you go?" The old man finally recovered and asked the coachman who was driving the horse.

"The convenient way ahead is Qinghai-Tibet Mountain. After crossing, you will reach the jurisdiction of Yunmeng." The coachman replied.

"Yes." The old man received the reply, nodded and returned to the car.

The horse was still rushing non-stop, the wind was still blew, and the trees were swaying with the wind, but the shadows were getting longer and longer. The coachman stared at the shadow, pulled the reins in his hand with both hands, and the horse roared in pain because of the sudden and painful squeezing at his neck.

A cold light flashed, and the horse's neighing sound came to an abrupt end. It rolled forward three times to the right and fell to the ground. Bright red blood splashed out from the three-inch part of the horse's neck and penetrated into the soil. The coachman decisively pulled out the knife from his waist before the horse turned over and cut the ties connecting the horse to the car body. The frame that had lost its tension slid forward against the ground for a moment and stopped, but the huge friction still shocked the car worth a thousand gold. The old man climbed out of the ruins of the frame casually, patted the dust on the brocade robe, and was protected by the coachman.

It was surprisingly quiet, only the wind moved, the leaves moved, and the firelight in the coachman's hand moved,

After a long silence, a person walked out of the shadow of the woods. He was wearing a night clothes, covering his face, and a sword box behind him.

"Who is coming?" The coachman only showed his eyes and stared at the visitor. The gray-brown loose coat was blown by the wind.

The visitor did not respond to him, but just patted the sword box behind him with his right hand, and two thin swords ejected from the sword box, then jumped high, took a sword with his right elbow, and flew towards the old man behind the coachman. In just one breath, the sword edge stopped one inch before the old man's eyebrows. The hilt of the sword was held by the coachman with one hand, and then threw it to his side, pulling out the knife at his waist. The old man took the torch handed over and came to his senses.

The "ding" instrument collided with the instrument and made a crisp and bright sound. The coachman took the sword handed by the other party with a long knife. The man in black had no sword in his hand. He saw his right hand pulling upwards, and his left hand was like a sword-like edge. He moved his chest with a breath, and five thin swords slowly emerged from the sword box and floated in mid-air. Then, with the man's left hand, the five swords, without any warning, stabbed at the coachman at the same time without hesitation. These five swords flew out of nowhere, and there was a faint green light surrounding him. It was not simple. The target of each sword was a fatal point. If there was a poor prevention, it was a situation of defeat. The man in black changed his target and he wanted to take the coachman first.

Seeing this, the coachman took a step forward, closed his abdomen, leaned forward, and the knife came out of his waist, and picked up the three vertical and horizontal knives. The knife was closed in one go, and all five swords were shot to the ground.

The man in black paused and said in a voice: "Who are you? I have never heard of a person like you in Qi State."

"It's just a coachman." The coachman replied.

"If a mere coachman can block my five swords from being unsheathed, then I don't have to hang out in this world, just find a mountain to jump down." The man in black looked at the coachman with a hoarse voice and smiled.

"I have the surname Mo, and I have a single name." The coachman looked at him and replied.

"Ha, I haven't been in the world for too long? Mo Zhang?" The man in black read out the name repeatedly, and then his eyes were fierce. "I haven't heard of it, so since you don't want to reveal it, there is nothing to say." Before the man in black finished speaking, he raised his left hand secretly, and the seven thin swords scattered around the driver's body were stabbed at the same time. The target was the old man holding a torch, secretly traveling to Chen Cang. The driver was ready, and grabbed the old man with his left hand, took big steps with his legs, and opened his way with a long sword in his right hand. Just between five breaths,

The dark green sword was pressed straight on the blade of the thin sword in the black man's hand. The huge force made the black man take a few steps back. At this time, he had to turn his wrist and stomp his right foot on the ground to remove the power of the dark green sword, allowing the backward force to stop. He gritted his teeth, but the owner of the dark green sword did not take advantage of his unpreparedness to pursue him. Instead, he held his sword and stood sideways, and the old man had been put down by him. The black man saw the eyes under his hat with jokes through the fire.

The man in black felt fear, so fast that he had a sword hidden in his sleeve to withstand this sword. And until just now, the man rushed over with the old man. Through the firelight in the old man's hand, he recognized who the person was, or that sword ghost.

"Nanxia, ​​you are Nanxia!" The man in black shouted out in panic. He wanted to retreat, but looked at the dark green sword, but he didn't dare.

"My name is Mo Zhang." The coachman opened his mouth, as if no, but he didn't say anything.

"Who sent you?" the old man spoke, handed the torch in his hand to the coachman, frowned and asked.

The man in black closed his mouth and said nothing.

"Hmm?" Seeing that the other party did not reply, the old man raised his tone.

The old man asked again, which made the man in black sigh. He suddenly took out a few black projectiles from his waist and threw them at the old man. Taking advantage of the moment when the coachman resisted the old man, he used the escape method and retreated.

With a "bang", the black projectile collided with the dark green sword, and a large amount of smoke and dust were touched. At the same time, the man in black felt a heat on his neck, and a large amount of fresh hot blood spurted out from a scary knife edge on his neck. He covered the gust of the knife edge with both hands, and the blood continued to overflow from the gap between his fingers. He knelt on the ground, watching the gradually clear figure of the smoke dissipated. He wanted to speak, but couldn't even breathe. His eyes gradually blurred, his eyes gradually became unconscious, and he died in a short while.

"Let's go."
Chapter completed!