What was that?

The two men in black were stunned at the same time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Situ Yanran, who was constantly coughing up blood, lowered her eyes and suddenly showed incredulity, like a return to the light, raising her head to look around.

"Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. ”

After a glance at each other, the man in black arched his hands and looked around: "Down there is a monk." This time it is to seek revenge, and I advise you not to interfere if you don't want to ask for hardship!"

The long groan continued: "Save Zhao waving the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first." Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. ”

The two of them suddenly felt that something was wrong. The forest suddenly fell silent, the light fog was filled, and there was no sound except for the breathing of the three people, not even the sound of rain. Completely dull.

Buzz –

The long sword vibrated continuously, and the power of the countershock spread, and the black-clothed man's hand was bounced away.

Situ Yanran snorted in pain, but her eyes looked into the depths of the woods without blinking.

The sky-high sword rose up, like a brilliant heavenly might. The two men in black were terrified, and one of them clasped his fists and exclaimed: "I don't know which senior is here! The junior is really damn if he disturbs the senior, so he leaves!"

The long groans continued, but a man slowly emerged from the depths of the bushes.

This person wet his green shirt and carried a bamboo tube behind him. However, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he has an indifferent face and a dusty temperament, and there is another kind of old age. He put away the oil umbrella in his left hand, raised his right hand, and did not have a pen and paper in his hand, but used his fingers as a pen, blood as ink, and qi as paper, writing in mid-air.

A phantasm appeared behind him, a swordsman wielding a sword. Wearing a hat and a strong suit. I can't see the physiognomy clearly. At first glance, there is a rolling sword intent rushing towards the face, which is breathless.

"Who can write Your Excellency. White head - Taixuan Sutra. ”

The last sentence fell.

The poem "Chivalrous Journey" is completed!

Horror gods!

All the breath is gone. The sound of wind and rain is growing. The sword intent, the sword momentum, the sword trace, are all gone!

"Senior! is a disciple of the Yin Yang Sect. The family teacher ......" The man in black was creepy and said hurriedly. Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Li Xianyuan just pointed his fingers, and saw the phantom swordsman behind him holding the hilt of the sword-

The sword light is as bright as thunder!

The wind does not startle, and the rain does not move.

In the rear, the black-clothed man holding the dagger hurriedly looked up and down, and saw that he was intact, so he hurriedly said, "Thank you seniors for your mercy." The junior will take this person away, away from the place where you cultivate. ”

After that, he asked his companion who was stunned and motionless in front of him: "Why don't you thank you, your predecessors are so ...... to keep your subordinates?"

Tear pull –

A small sound interrupted his words. He was stunned to see the hem of his companion's clothes suddenly break. Falling to the ground.

A streak of blood appears in the smooth lower abdomen.

A hint of pain crept into his mind. The man in black looked down in a daze, and saw that he was the same, the hem of his clothes was as if it had been cut by a sword, and a trace of red lines appeared on his white skin.

Previously masked, the voice was also indistinguishable. Looking at the figure now, the two black-clothed people are women.

"G-" His throat moved slightly, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and the man in black couldn't breathe, making a gurgling sound like drowning. Struggle to step forward.

Fang took a step and suddenly felt that his body was falling. Everything in front of me quickly went black, as if it had been condensed into a few breaths from dawn to dark.

In the final scene, which was completely darkened, she saw a corpse with no upper body.

Is that my leg ......?

Four bodies collapsed on the soft ground. Blood flowed from her internal organs.

I think weeds will be especially abundant here next year.

Everything is happening within easy reach. Situ Yanran was gagging, and pulled the long sword on his right shoulder. She raised her arm to pull it out, but failed.

Behind Li Xianyuan. The swordsman phantom gave a salute to Li Xianyuan's back, and it dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

Li Xianyuan tilted his head slightly and forgot to look at the sky. Walk quickly to the book held in place by the sword. An unharmed girl.

He didn't do anything immediately, but opened the oil umbrella with a bang. Cover the girl's head.

A roar faintly came from the sky, and the next moment-

The rain was pouring down.

His ears were instantly filled with the violent shaking of leaves. Heavy rain fell. The deformation of the oil umbrella being smashed is bearable.

The girl bit her thin lip and stared at Li Xianyuan, who was close at hand, with a stubborn expression. There is a rain curtain outside the umbrella, isolated from the world. It's as if there are only two people left in this world.

The girl who used to blush when she said a few words is gone.

After a few breaths, the torrential rain cleared and turned into a continuous drizzle. But the woods were ploughed by magic, and they were all in shambles, and a layer of leaves floated in shallow water. Countless large trees collapsed, faintly forming a forest corridor that was hundreds of feet long.

The broken bones of the fallen trees were neat, as if they had been cut off by sword qi.

"Situ Yanran. Staring at the girl, Li Xianyuan opened his mouth and put away the oil umbrella. "How did you end up here. Why did those people in the devil's path kill you? ”

Situ Yanran raised her head, her short wet hair stuck to her forehead and face, and said stubbornly: "What does this have to do with you!"

Li Xianyuan didn't say a word, and looked sideways at the long sword that pierced Situ Yanran's shoulder and was nailed into the tree, and his gaze turned cold.

The sword is cold and light, and it is fortunate that it is not quenched.

Holding the hilt of the sword lightly, Situ Yanran suddenly spoke: "I am now a person of the Demon Dao." Why, are you going to kill me like you killed them?"

There was no root in what she said, Li Xianyuan stared at her eyes for a moment, and saw the imperceptible grievances and stubbornness in the deepest part.

After all, she's just a girl.

"Why kill you. Li Xianyuan asked.

Situ Yanran straightened her neck, her eyes were shining, and she pretended to have nothing to do and shouted: "Since you were able to leave at the beginning, why can't you kill me now." ”

Sure enough, it's because of that.

"I have a reason. Li Xianyuan rarely gave an explanation.

"Reason......" Situ Yanran Fang said a word, and Li Xianyuan quickly pulled out his long sword and held Situ Yanran who fell.

Because Li Xianyuan's words were deliberately distracted, she didn't feel pain.

At first, he kept struggling in his arms, Li Xianyuan didn't let go, Situ Yanran gradually weakened, and finally stayed in Li Xianyuan's arms honestly.

She didn't say a word, her head on her shoulder. The laceration on the right shoulder was torn open and blood seeped back out, staining their clothes red.

"This place is not suitable for staying. ”

Looking around, Li Xianyuan picked up the much supple Situ Yanran on his back, and walked through the bushes back to the place where the horses were tied everywhere.

Picking up Situ Yanran on the horse, Li Xianyuan turned over to the horse, stopped Situ Yanran from behind, clamped the horse's belly, and went straight to the deep mountain.

After 100 breaths.

A figure silently appeared in the place where the previous battle had been fought. Looking at the messy place, he groaned slightly, and waved his sleeves.

The wind rose suddenly, and the wind lifted and the trees flew. After a few moments, the wind cleared. Looking at the messy place again, I saw that in this mountain forest, there was a clearing more than ten zhang wide and a hundred zhang long, almost as far as the end could not see. Everywhere they went, all the trees were cut off.

"Sure enough, it's a sword poem that frightens ghosts. I don't know who wrote it, so I feel it, if I can enter my Yangqing Peak......" The figure muttered to himself.

"Hiding your whereabouts? It seems that this man does not want to be found. ”

A breeze blows. If you look closely, there are still people. (To be continued.) )