Chapter 112: Black Raven

A drop-shaped blade is barely able to cope, and the three-handed blade whispers, and Ye Chuan can only retreat, waving his hand and waving his long gun.
After three crisp sounds, Ye Chuan body flew out and overwhelmed the large bamboo forest. The teeth struggled to stand up, but both hands were picked up, and the tiger's mouth was shattered and smashed down a row of blood, dripping on the ground.
The blood spear of the elders of Wuyimen, there is no other power, Ye Chuan has not found, but the material is really tough, even if it is bent to 180 degrees, it is not broken, dangerously and dangerously for Yechuan Under the whistle of the three handles.
"what……"
The killer screamed and was surprised again.
It seems that Ye Chuanxiu is not very good, but the strength shown in the battle is really unbelievable that he is only a monk and a heavy practitioner.
Accidents returned to the accident, the killer did not stop the rain, and flew on the horse. After a sigh of relief, the whole five-handed knives roared out, and the bamboo forest was over the sky, and suddenly the sound of the piercing sound was broken, killing the sky.
The raindrops falling in the air are the best weapons for the rain.
Hundreds of years ago, when he had not washed his hands in gold, he specialized in assassination targets when it rained. The greater the rain, the stronger the combat power, especially at night, the rainy night is the best time to assassinate. Many of the masters who had been trained as above were dead on the rainy night and died under his hand. To this end, I won the title of the rain magic, so that I do not know how many world-famous high-ranking officials and even the masters of the cultivation of the sects are fearful every rainy night.
Ye Chuan's pupils are tightened, and the flying body is retreating, but the five-handed raindrops are faster and more and more large in his pupil.
Ye Chuan, who retreated at high speed, suddenly swayed like a catkin, and the first handle edge passed by.
Followed by, Ye Chuan suddenly raised his long gun in his hand, screaming twice, this long gun trembled, bent, and opened a sharp edge at the beginning and the end. The fourth handle whistling, running through Ye Chuan's left shoulder and remaining inexhaustible, cutting off a long row of mangosteen. The fifth handle, the slowest, but the most fierce last-lasting edge of the power, followed!
The fourth-handed blade Ye Chuan can't stop it. This is the more fierce fifth-handed blade. How to block it?
The killer was cold, the thin lips were slightly upturned, and there was a sneer on his face.
In his killer career, he has met many masters and geniuses. Some of them are even more amazing than Ye Chuan. They have not broken through to the monks and can escape the four-handed edge. But in the end, without exception, they all fell under the fifth handle. The front four handles are all consuming the power of the opponent, and the angle of the seal is only the fifth. The sharp edge is the real killing trick, which contains the killer and the cold life. With his power, it is his limit to send five sharp edges at the same time.
The left shoulder was penetrated by the Ye Chuan, the body was shaken, and the moment of falling, watching the fifth razor blade that was close to the whistling moment, the face was not panicked, but the more calm, raised a finger.
Want to use a finger to hit hard, is this helpless or ignorant?
The killer rains cold and laughs, the dust settles, and Ye Chuan is dead.
call! Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the bamboo forest, flying sand and stirring the thick water mist.
In the smog of the mist, Huo Ran appeared a huge finger, with a strong demon atmosphere, the fingertips just point to the fifth handle. With a slamming sound, this handle contains the killer's rain and the life of the sharp blade scattered into the water, the huge fingers disappeared.
Magical devil!
At the moment of life and death, Ye Chuan madly spurred two swallowing traits in the body, and displayed the fascinating magical magical demon that was taken from the ghost king before the first time, and dangerously and dangerously broke the deadly blow of the killer. For a moment, his face was dead and pale, almost exhausted all the energy, and it was difficult to move his fingers.
Ye Chuan fell on the ground and couldn't move. The killer didn't move, and he was stunned and his face was incredible.
This last blow, he has already thought that the dust settled, Ye Chuan must die. I didn’t think of it, but it was finally broken by Ye Chuan!
"No, it's impossible! You can't have only one monk, or you can't be a normal disciple." Who are you? Who did you learn from the magic trick?"
The killer rain and cold came back to God, with a look of shock and dignity, step by step to Yechuan, who fell to the ground.
Although the last move was resolved, Ye Chuan also exhausted his strength, and his blood was no longer able to fight again. The killer was not a little excited in the heart of the cold, but he was shocked. Looking at Ye Chuan who fell to the ground, his heart was extremely shocked and confused.
A real-life master can not resolve his fifth-handed blade. How did Ye Chuan do it? What happened to the huge finger that suddenly appeared?
The doubts in the heart of the killer rain have overshadowed the pursuit of completing the task.
This is very unusual, he must ask for it. In the midst of it, he faintly feels that this is an opportunity to worry about whether he can break through the opportunity of the real person, and he is waiting for a chance for hundreds of years!
The intuition of the master is often very sensitive, especially when the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity arises.
Rain cold believes in your instincts.
"Rain and cold adults, of course, I am not a Yunzi Zong ordinary disciple, but a generation of Zongmen disciples, the only pro-disciple disciple of the head, do you know now?"
Ye Chuan fell to the ground, blood dripping, the two swallows in the body can not run up and suffered unprecedented damage, but in the face of the killer's cold, the face did not see panic and beg for mercy, but smiled. He is not afraid of the torture of the killer, but he is afraid that the other party will be thoroughly cold-blooded and ruthless. If he does not say a word, he will kill the killer.
As long as the other party's heart is moving, there is doubt, there is a chance!
Ye Chuan lay still, his head was running fast, his mind was like electricity.
"Don't think about playing tricks, don't think about delaying time, useless, no one in the world can save you, even if you are personally intimate, it's useless. Follow me back to the sword, the deity Will let you say what you said, and whoever shouldn’t say it all!"
The killer rained cold and cold smiled. At first glance, he saw the heart of Ye Chuan, and said that he flew on his body and reached out and grabbed Ye Chuan. The fingertips had not touched Ye Chuan’s clothes, and suddenly the body suddenly stood still, and a yin wind swept through the front. In the yin wind, there is also a black silver needle, which is obviously smeared with deadly poison.
"Who?" The killer rained cold and turned around, looking around.
"Oh, it’s just a little bit, just a little bit worse, it’s a pity..."
In the thick fog, there was a chilly, hoarse laughter, erratic, and I didn’t know where it came from. After a burst of laughter, a sigh of sighs, "Hey, the deity has not gone out for hundreds of years, and now he is returning again. There is no one on the mainland who knows the deity, no one knows the black crow needle? Failure, failure. , uh..."
Blackjack needle?
The killer rained and muttered to himself, and when he saw it, the silver needle dropped on the ground was dark, and the mist that was transpiration was dyed with a faint black gas, and a stench came. A few steps backwards, a terrible big devil in memory suddenly floated to the heart, "Black Raven Demon, you..., you are the Dark Fire Continental Demon Man commanding the Black Raven Demon?"
The killer rain and cold this shock, not the same small, his face tightened.
Hundreds of years ago, he smashed the mainland and stabbed many unknowns, but he almost never set foot on the mainland. Nothing else, just because of a demon king in the dark fire, the black crow devil. After hundreds of years of refining the sword, he made an exception and went down the mountain. I didn’t expect that this devil had not died yet, and he came to the Yunshan Mountains!