Chapter 91 Who Is the Prey?

On the ground that was full of pits, Jian Wushuang was fighting fiercely with the Dark Moon Fire Lion with a small golden core.

If he wanted to, Jian Wushuang could easily kill the Dark Moon Fire Lion, but he obviously didn't plan to do so.

"This is the third time I have fought fiercely with spirit beasts and deliberately made a lot of noise. I don't know if there are any dark silver guards around here who have been attracted." Jian Wushuang has no bottom of his heart, because the last two times he was last All other spirit beasts are attracted.

The fierce battle continued for a while, before Jian Wushuang "extremely limitless" beheaded the Dark Moon Fire Lion.

And the silver-haired man who had been watching all this from behind the nearby tree, his eyes were also condensed at this moment, and his figure swept out quietly.

"Is it a waste of time again?" Jian Wushuang shook his head secretly, and was about to pick up the inner alchemy of the Dark Moon Fire Lion.

Right at this moment... a slight sound of breaking wind suddenly came.

The voice is very thin, and ordinary warriors, even those of Jindan Dacheng, may not be able to hear it, but Jian Wushuang, who has understood the meaning of the wind sword, can hear the sound of the breaking wind clearly.

"It's finally here." Jian Wushuang's eyes filled with joy, and the next moment he turned his head sharply to look at it.

The man in silver was worthy of being a professional assassin of the Dark Silver Guard. The timing of the assassination was very good, and Jian Wushuang also turned his back to him.

The figure swept out, followed by the purple soft sword across the void, and swept directly towards Jian Wushuang's neck.

The speed of this sword was very fast, and when the silver-clothed man made his move, he was full of absolute confidence in his sword.

"Such a wonderful opportunity, such a perfect assassination, even a real Jindan Dacheng strong man can't stop my sword, and this kid is sure to die, the seventeenth Golden Dragon Ring is in hand." Yin The clothed man smiled in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

But suddenly, Jian Wushuang, who had been facing him, turned his head abruptly at this moment, and a pair of icy pupils also looked at him suddenly, and Jian Wushuang grinned at him. .

This smile immediately made the silver-clothed man horrified.

"Oops."

As a member of the Dark Silver Guard, his years of experience as a killer told him that he had fallen into a trap.

Sure enough, Jian Wushuang shot directly at the next moment.

Whoa!

A coquettish blood-colored sword light swept out directly, and instantly confronted the silver-clothed man's purple soft sword. The next moment, the blood-colored sword light disappeared from the silver-clothed man like a phantom, and when it reappeared, it was already at him. of the chest.

"What?" The silver-clothed man turned pale in shock, and his figure suddenly retreated.

The blood-colored sword light swept across his chest, and the silver robe the man in silver was wearing was directly slashed open, and even a very long hole was slashed across his chest.

"So strong?" The silver-clothed man was frightened.

Although he is not good at head-to-head fighting, he is also a great success, but when he fights against Jian Wushuang, he has already walked on the gate of hell after just one face-to-face encounter.

Jian Wushuang's strength revealed at this moment, even he was horrified.

It's a pity that he was so confident in taking Jian Wushuang as his prey and wanting to harvest the golden dragon ring in his hand, but now it seems...

The two of them, who is the hunter? Who is the prey?

"Dark Silver Guard, right?" Jian Wushuang suddenly said.

"Huh?" The silver-clothed man raised his head and looked at Jian Wushuang in surprise. The latter actually knew his identity and origin?

"I accept the purple soft sword in your hand." Jian Wushuang grinned, followed by a movement of his body, his spiritual power exploded, and a sword intent soaring to the sky also burst out at this moment.

Whoa!

Jianying stabbed directly in the past. This sword felt slow, but in fact its real speed was terrifyingly fast.

The Fourth Form of Illusory Swordsmanship... Hundred illusions!

The silver-clothed man was terrified and wanted to resist, but he found that the sword was too fast and too fast. He had just raised the purple soft sword in his hand, and the "slow" sword shadow had already appeared in his throat. forward,

Immediately, he directly pierced his throat.

Jian Wushuang leaned over and picked up the purple soft sword of the silver-clothed man, and looked at the word "nine" engraved on the hilt of the sword.

"Two purple soft swords." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, and then began to investigate the Qiankun ring left by the silver-clothed man.

"Sure enough, just like the dark silver guard before, he has collected a lot of golden dragon rings, sixteen in total, that is to say, sixteen golden dragon guards died in his hands." Jian Wushuang secretly clicked his tongue.

The real strength of these Dark Silver Guards is actually not terrible, but the assassination ability is indeed too strong. A little careless Jindan Dacheng may be directly killed.

"continue……"

Jian Wushuang continued to move towards the depths of the Shiwan Dashan, as before, every time he walked a distance, he would stop to find a spirit beast of Jindan Xiaocheng to fight fiercely, deliberately causing a huge movement, trying to attract the dark. Silver Guard took the initiative to come to the door.

But unfortunately, his luck seemed to have been completely exhausted before, and after three consecutive days, Jian Wushuang did not encounter the third Dark Silver Guard.

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the breeze swept wildly, with a faint bloody smell.

"Be careful, and keep your spirits up." A low voice sounded, and a team of more than ten people slowly moved forward in the jungle.

Most of the people in this team were pale, and some of them had a strong look of fear in their eyes.

Suddenly, the grass in front of him swayed.

"who?"

A burst of shouting suddenly sounded, and everyone in this team looked at the grass in unison.

Clap la la~~ The grass spread out to both sides, followed by a black-robed youth who was carrying a long sword and slowly appeared in front of these people. This black-robed youth was Jian Wushuang.

"Huh?" Jian Wushuang raised his head and looked at the team of a dozen or so people he encountered, but there was no surprise in his eyes.

The 100,000 mountains are boundless, and there are a lot of geniuses and treasures and countless spirit beasts.

When the people in that team saw Jian Wushuang's appearance, their expressions were tense, but then they realized that Jian Wushuang's body only had the aura of the sea level, and then they relaxed.

"Where is the kid who doesn't know how to live or die, why don't you get out of my way?" a triangular-eyed man headed by the team immediately shouted.

"A mere sea of ​​change, how dare you roam alone in this 100,000-strong mountain, is it really courting death?" The rest of the team also sneered, and the tense atmosphere just now seemed to relax a lot at this moment.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, but he was not angry at the words of these people, but the expressions on these people's faces caught his attention.

"These people obviously have a trace of fear." Jian Wushuang secretly said.

"Those who dare to venture into the 100,000-strong mountain usually have experienced life and death. Ordinary things, it is impossible for each of them to be afraid like this, unless..." Jian Wushuang's eyes quickly swept the palms of these people. Once again, sure enough, four of them wore golden dragon rings on their fingers.