"What?" said Yuan Fu.

Yan Li pondered his words for a moment and said, "The junior also investigated something else last night, saying that Li Ku was killing people related to the Dragon Emperor Holy Dynasty everywhere, especially the royal family. The two seniors have been busy with the matter of my Yanshan thieves, and they have been running around for a few days, and they have already made great efforts, and they will be handed over to me and Eleven in the future, and it is important for you two to go back to the Hate Palace first. ”

Yuan Fuyan hesitated a little, but now he has only caught a little clue, and the life and death of the Yanshan thieves are unpredictable, so it seems a little inappropriate to go back like this.

Lu Hanqing had long been worried about the safety of the Lihate Palace, and he couldn't find the opportunity to mention it, but when he heard Yan Li's proposal, he glanced at Yuan Fuyan and said with a smile: "The two of us have been out for a long time, and it is really time to go back to restore my life." ”

Yuan Fu said: "Just the two of you, is it enough? Or, transfer some troops from the Lihate Palace?"

"No, the army is fanfare, and it is easy to startle the snake, but the two of us are easy to move. Yan Lidao.

"And Fu'er, why does the master always forget about people!" Fu'er shouted loudly, shaking Yan Li's arm dissatisfiedly, "People used to be a killer too!"

"Yes, it's three people. Yan Li smiled dotingly.

"I can't see that Xiao Fu'er has actually been a killer. Yuan Fuyan didn't know much about their past, so he just talked nonsense as a little girl, and couldn't help but laugh.

Next, they acted together, and when they arrived at the ferry, the two of them returned to the realm of King Wei by boat.

Yan Li took Fu'er Yan Eleven, the imperial envoy flying sword, and drove north along the river.

About three days later, he came to the foot of Tulu Mountain in the Northern Tang Realm.

On the top of the mountain is the dojo of Tianyi Sword Pavilion, and there is no waterway to lead to the top of the mountain, so the three of them got down from the flying sword and walked instead.

Tulu Mountain is hundreds of miles in radius, all of which are occupied by Tianyi Sword Pavilion, and after thinking about it, Yan Li decided to avoid patrols, so as not to kill meaninglessly and delay the rescue.

On this day, a sword pavilion regardless of the name or pomp, are really not small, avoid a large number of patrols, come to the door of the dojo, only to see three or two rows of magnificent palaces presented in front of you, a huge square at the entrance, sword frames stand in a forest, a solemn bronze tripod is placed in the center.

At this time, it was the hour of the three poles of the sun, and many disciples who were practicing swords suddenly felt an inexplicable sight, and when they saw the three of them, they rushed together

went up, and one of them seemed to be a first-class person who had a first-class martial arts and shouted coldly, "What a bold man, he dares to trespass into the Tianyi Sword Pavilion, don't you want to die?"

Yan Li said lightly: "Ask Zuo Qianmu to come out, and say that the souls of Luzhou City are looking for him." ”

"Joke!" the man snapped, "You little deflated calf who came from nowhere, you dare to call the deputy pavilion master by his name!"

Yan Li judged from his words that this person did not know, and it seemed that only a few people knew about the actions of Tianyi Sword Pavilion.

His mind moved, "Fu'er, close your eyes." ”

When he got here, he finally didn't have to suppress it anymore, and with the kung fu of speaking, the Baizhang Sword Shrine was spread out, and countless sword qi raged, and many disciples of the Tianyi Sword Pavilion only felt a pain, and they fell to the ground softly.

"You dare to commit murder in my Tianyi Sword Pavilion!"

The man had never seen a sword qi of this scale, he only felt distraught, and as soon as he hit his eyes, he knew that he was not an opponent, and he desperately fled in reverse, while letting out a terrible howl from his mouth.

People poured out from all directions, but no one dared to come in, because there was already a river of blood in the hundred-zhang sword mound. Among these people, there are many masters of the Cultivation Realm, but they died tragically in an instant, and they had no power to resist, so how could they not be thrilled.

"Purple-haired black knife, then, that person is Yan Shiyi!" someone screamed in horror, and suddenly turned into panic and spread, and everyone took a step back in unison.

At this time, the two figures rushed out of a large hall in the middle, and then stopped above and below the bronze tripod in the center of the square respectively, each looked at it, and they all saw Yan Shiyi, their faces changed, and the people standing on the bronze tripod shouted: "Yan Shiyi, my Tianyi Sword Pavilion and your Zishan have always had well water and do not interfere with river water, you brought people to smash my field, do you want to start a war?"

The strange chuckle spread out all over the mountains, and purple flowers seemed to appear in every corner of the entire Tulu Mountain.

At this point, this is finally more than just laughter, integrated into the divine realm.

Everyone was shocked by his strong cultivation, but they didn't hear him speak for a long time.

The person who seemed to be teaching the gong suddenly realized something, and hurriedly repeated Yan Li's words to the two.

The faces of the two of them became extremely ugly.

Standing on the top of the tripod was the pavilion master Xia Xiangkun, who gave birth to a national face

, looks upright, but his eyes are always dark. He stared at Zuo Qianmu, the deputy pavilion master under Ding, and seemed to be questioning silently.

Zuo Qianmu is thin, wrapped in linen, draped in a cloak, and has a thin sword at his waist. In the face of silent questioning, he really didn't know how to answer, so he stubbornly said: "Mr. Eleven, this is not the place to talk, why don't you come to the pavilion and boil tea and explain your intentions slowly?"

Yan Shiyi only smiled but did not speak.

Yan Li said coldly: "Who is it that provoked you to wait for the joint attack on Yanziwu, where did the remnants of Yanziwu go, if you let me ask a second time, I will bloody Tulu Mountain!"

"Who are you?" Xia Xiangkun was furious, he just felt that he was just giving Yan Shiyi face, and you junior dared to be presumptuous, which was really unbearable.

"I'm Yan Li. Yan Lidao.

"Yan Li?" Xia Xiangkun's pupils shrank, and he immediately revealed earth-shattering hatred, "You killed my son Xia Wanli, you came just in time, pay for his life!"

Yan Li's face was full of cruelty, and he raised his hand to slash, "Kill all, don't leave a single one!"

Since we can't talk about it, it's not too late to talk about it when the loss is big enough to poke my heart.

The strange laughter suddenly seemed to be amplified in everyone's ears, and the entire Tulu Mountain seemed to suddenly darken, and when I looked up, I saw a purple flower hanging upside down at some point.

"Purple night, Spiegel stops water. ”

The purple flowers rippled like the surface of the lake, and everyone who looked up at the flowers was horrified to find that their bodies could not move.

Xia Xiangkun's heart jumped, although he was already a land true immortal, he had not cultivated the divine realm, and the gap between him and Yan Shiyi in the realm was more than a little bit. At this moment, seeing that the other party used the divine realm to perform a stunt, it was actually all the people who were hit, and thought that if all the disciples under the sect died, wouldn't Tianyi Sword Pavilion exist in name only?

Thinking about this, his eyes were split, and he couldn't wait to pour out the true yuan of the whole body to prevent this tragedy from happening.

But he really ignored the terrifying thing about the divine realm that surpassed everything, and the extraordinary power of the entire Tulu Mountain was mobilized, fundamentally shattering all possibilities.

"Purple night, funeral flowers. ”

With the sound of shattered mirrors, the number was so large that it was connected into a line, and all the people who could stand in the field were Xia Xiangkun and Zuo Qianmu.

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