"Brother Cheng Yin, you finally arrived. The seventh general, Li Yixuan, gasped after the armistice and said, "If I come a little later, I won't be able to bear it." ”

"No way. After leading his army to repel the army of the Oni Rong Kingdom and capture Siamyu County, he immediately led his troops south so that he could join you here. ”

"It's better to come early than to come by chance, and I have been looking up to the prestige of the right general for a long time, and this time I just had a discussion with you. Yang Xian was not afraid of danger, but walked towards it with two swords in his hand. Unexpectedly, he was hurriedly stopped by the Jiangnan Jiedu beside him, and said, "Brother Xian is reckless." ”

"Brother Hua, what's wrong with you, isn't this person with three heads and six arms?"

"Hey, you really are a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Hua Buluo whispered to him: "Ying Chengyin is known as the god of war, he has been in a hundred battles and has not been defeated, I am afraid that even Lu Wencheng may not be his opponent, why do you want to go to be strong? Could it be that your cultivation is stronger than Elder Fan Yue?"

Hearing this, the man smiled slightly, took off his mask, and walked slowly towards the scarlet peach.

I saw that he was eight feet long and handsome, wearing the dark arrow-sleeved round-necked robe with dragon patterns, and holding the crimson dragon bone whip in his hand, and the prismatic spear head at the top of the spear glowed with a strange blood glow in the sunlight.

"Are you really no one in Nanhua?" Ying Chengyin said contemptuously: "Sending such a general with rotten wood and difficult to carve and two elders of the old dragon bell want to stop my Taichen's tiger and wolf army? I thought that I could fight the three saints of Nanhua here, but I didn't expect it to be a big disappointment." ”

"In the middle of the Han Dynasty, I will make Lü Wencheng, and I would like to lead Your Excellency to teach you. Lu Wencheng stared at the enemy in front of him and suddenly spoke. When the strong meet, they can always see the brilliance in each other's eyes.

Ying Chengyin looked at the man's face, and suddenly his face was solemn, and said, "This brother is a little interesting. I wonder if King Zhaoxin can cut his love and let me fight against him?"

"That's very good. Dugu Ye slowly walked towards Elder Xie Xun, and said without looking back: "It's just that Lu Wencheng is not an idle person, so don't take it lightly." ”

"Oh, let's see what kind of person so important to King Zhaoxin is capable of. ”

Then the two figures remained motionless, just silently confronting each other. The keel whip in Ying Chengyin's hand writhed in the firelight, while the belt in front of Lu Wencheng's waist fluttered in the wind.

"Immortal Law • Nether Ghost Bone. Ying Chengyin immediately chanted a spell and cast a spell, and the dark demonic power gathered in his hands. Accumulated white bones broke through the ground, and the snow-white fangs were as dense as a bamboo forest. Then, with his gesture, he rose from the ground and shot towards the other like an arrow from a string.

Lu Wencheng, on the other hand, clenched the hilt of his sword with alternating hands, and the sharp blade of the sword spun into a shield, blocking the fangs that suddenly attacked from the front, so he was never injured.

Seeing the fangs that had been knocked away and returned, Lu Wencheng raised his sword and pointed it to the sky, spun his body and rose into the clouds. The surrounding reds rose with the wind, and after hundreds of fangs touched the peach blossom wall, they instantly turned into embers.

"Immortal Law Peach Blossom Rain. Lu Wencheng slowly stood still, and the disintegrated flower walls fell down one after another. It's just that the edge of the petals condensed a layer of jagged cold light, attacking Yingcheng Yin from all directions, and all of them trapped him in the formation.

Lu Wencheng sat cross-legged in front of the scarlet peach wood, calmly flicking the guqin. The floating peach blossoms then hang in the air, and the trapped people will see many visions inside.

However, a moment later, Ying Chengyin woke up from his trance and sneered at Lu Wencheng in front of him. When he stepped out of the flower array, the peach blossoms above his head immediately burned.

Seeing this, Lu Wencheng clenched the hilt of his sword without saying a word, and looked at the enemy he was facing with a solemn expression. This is the first time in his life that he has encountered an opponent who can walk out of the peach blossom rain so easily.

"This man is left to me to deal with, and you wait for the right and step aside. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. The Heavenly Wolf King Upaqi, Wei Jiqian and the others immediately retreated, leading their respective subordinates to fight against the three coalition forces besieging the city. And Xie Xun stared at this young man in navy blue mountain armor, and suddenly said, "You are Zhaoxin King Dugu Ye?"

After hearing this, the man smiled slightly and said, "It's exactly below." ”

"I didn't expect that the young man of the past would be able to grow up to such a point? If your father is not a monster, I think there will be an additional young talent in my Nanhua country, which is really a trick. ”

"I knew this was the case, so why did I have to do it in the first place?" Dugu Ye said, "My father has never betrayed Nanhua. Even during the War of Eclipsion, he never obeyed His Majesty's orders. But why do you have to get rid of him?"

"The years of war after the collapse of the Tianyu Kingdom have made the human race and the demon clan stand apart. Xie Xun replied, "However, ending the war with war will only provoke anger in my heart.

After that, darkness corrupted people's hearts, and all kinds of sins persisted. Everyone's heart longs for power and revenge, but no one wants to shake hands with their enemies. Therefore, hatred is passed down from generation to generation, and killing has no beginning and no end.

"Sect Master Jun Shoule's uncle was killed by monsters back then, and his master Gu Shengyan died of illness in the Eccentric War. Emperor Daozhi trampled our land to pieces, how could he tolerate Murong Hao to deceive the world and confuse the people, and continue to serve as the envoy of the Lingnan Festival in Nanhua?"

That's why he killed my father to cover up his failures and incompetence. ”

"It's not what you think. Xie Xun paused and replied, "In order to give this order, the sect master has been thinking hard for two days and two nights. Because your father, Murong Hao, was his best friend.

"When they practiced martial arts in the Taiyao Sect, they often practiced martial arts together. Because of this, he was valued by the previous sect master Gu Shengyan, and he became the envoy of the Lingnan Festival at a young age.

"You must know what a great thing it is in Nanhua for the children of ordinary families to defeat the descendants of the big families from the family, and from then on they began to defend one side and be able to enter the palace to discuss politics. It's a pity that his identity turned out to be a monster from Taichen Kingdom.

"How many disciples of the Taiyao Sect have died in the race struggle, this is a taboo that no one can touch. He could have climbed to the pinnacle of power, but his efforts were wasted. If not, even if he is the top ten elders of Nanhua, I am afraid that he will have a place. ”

"Can't you get rid of your past prejudices?" Dugu Ye asked.

"If it's not my race, its heart can be punished. You have been in the Kingdom of Taiyuan for many years, have you ever seen the Emperor of Daozhi reuse his ministers?"

Dugu Ye pondered for a long time, and asked instead of answering: "Where did you hide my father's body?"

"The sect master specially ordered Murong Hao to stay in Lingnan. Xie Xun replied: "The ashes of him and your brother are buried in the former Murong Mansion. ”

"Good. At least you, unlike those sanctimonious rats, didn't wag your tail at me for fear of death. Dugu Ye said, "Ying Chengyin killed Elder Fan Yue with one move, and I only made one move against you." If you can make it through, I'll let you go. ”

"The old man is loyal to the country and dies without regrets. Xie Xun looked at the demonic aura on his body covering the sky and the sun, but he stroked his hair and smiled chicly: "Your Excellency doesn't have to keep your hand, just let the horse come." ”

Ying Chengyin knelt on one knee, and chanted a spell to cast a spell, saying: "Immortal Law, Luo Tian Zhuxiang." ”

I saw that on the earth, hundreds of purple whirlpools of different sizes suddenly appeared, and many strange-shaped evil cults crawled out of them. They are either one-eyed, big-headed gnomes, or gray-haired snow monsters, or six-legged and four-winged sacred birds with no seven orifices.

"Xianfa Fusang Song. The Demon Book of the Lvwen City Wood spun in front of his forehead, and in the crimson peach tree behind him, a girl's sorrow came out, causing the evil spirits to disappear in the falling peach blossoms.

At this time, the crimson dragon bone whip fell heavily from the sky, and Lu Wencheng immediately grabbed the tip of the whip with two fingers, but he looked calm.

However, its shadow that fell to the ground quietly condensed, and another pitch-black dragon bone whip immediately floated from under Lu Wencheng's feet, and suddenly stabbed forward from behind. Although Lu Wencheng sensed the crisis behind him in time and subconsciously avoided the left, he was still injured on his right shoulder.

At the same time, blood suddenly gushed out from the crimson peach tree that was swaying in the wind, like the roar of thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and the sound waves that spread suddenly made Yingcheng Yin Zhen take a few steps back.

Lu Wencheng clutched the wound on his shoulder with his hand, staring at the other party's actions with a fearless face. After Ying Chengyin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly smiled and said: "I don't know how the cultivation of the Northern Underworld Festival is to make Feng Yu, but you really deserve to be a generation of heroes in Nanhua." ”

Your Excellency praised it. The right general's martial arts are world-famous and world-famous, and I finally have learned something today. ”

"Right now, you and I are at the end of the crossbow, so why waste time here?" Ying Chengyin proposed: "Why don't we go all out and decide the winner with one move?"

"Since the right general wants to fight it out, Wen Cheng is naturally sacrificing his life to accompany the gentleman. ”

"Okay, look at the moves. Immortal Law: Return to the Dust Palm. Ying Chengyin immediately stepped forward and urged the remaining demonic power in his body to cast a palm. And Lu Wencheng was against him, and the wind made his white clothes hunt.

Ying Cheng Yin's title as the God of War is worthy of his name, and the cold in his heart is enough to make people afraid. If the flowers don't fall and Yang Xian and the others face this palm, it is definitely impossible to resist. And the palm power of this dust palm gradually became fierce and powerful, and it seemed that the other party had to turn into dust before he could stop.

Lu Wencheng has the blessing of the artifact Scarlet Peach Wood and the Demon Book of Namu, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth continues to gather on his body. Although this will cause him to lose his longevity, the current situation is not to think too much.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Ying Chengyin suddenly showed a smug smile at him. Lu Wencheng, on the other hand, saw through the other party's eyes that someone was stabbing at him with a sword.

It turned out that after Dugu Ye killed Xie Xun, he had been watching coldly from the back of the scarlet peach wood for a long time.

I never thought that the former junior brother would become Taichen's general, and take the opportunity to attack at the moment when he was not allowed to move. When Lu Wencheng thought like this, the silver-white blade had already burst out of his heart.

Lu Wencheng walked slowly, looked at Dugu Ye in front of him in a daze, and smiled slightly: "Ah Ye, you finally won." ”

Later, I saw him shake his body slightly, and then he fell on his back in the impure mud, and his long hair soaked in the muddy water. For a while, the peach blossoms fell, and the peach forests everywhere suddenly withered.

The red flowers on the other side suddenly fell from the sky, and the flying red covered Lu Wencheng's body. Dugu Ye knelt in front of him with his hands down, raised his head and stared at the dark sky, his pale face immersed in the drifting rain.

The bean-sized droplets were flowing on his face, but at this moment, he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears?

At this time, the memories that had been sealed for a long time came flooding back and flashed before his eyes. Dugu Ye suddenly remembered the scene of that dusk many years ago, when he and Lu Wencheng faced off in the Taiyao Sect.

At that time, young men in dark clothes of different colors were competing in martial arts on the Bagua stone platform, and a girl wearing a willow yellow collared skirt sat on the ground on the side of the stone platform.

There are phoenix trees all around, and the fiery red petals fall with the wind from time to time. The figures of the two teenagers leaped through the forest, and each other's blades may have intersected, and it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a long time.

However, the young man in the ethereal clothes seemed to be agile and easy to move his sword, and it seemed that his martial arts skills were superior. Sure enough, the young man in Xuanyi gradually lost his opponent, and Queen Cang retreated.

Seeing that there was a gap, his opponent jumped to his feet on tiptoe and spun over. And the young man in the dark clothes saw the other party's sword stabbing at him, and suddenly seemed at a loss. Then he just felt pain in the back of his hand, and the wooden sword in his hand had been shot down by the other party.

After seeing this, he didn't take it to heart at all, but couldn't help but smile, and arched his hand towards the young man in the shred clothes and said, "Senior brother's swordsmanship is excellent, junior brother, I am really ashamed of myself." ”

Lu Wencheng walked over with a sullen face, and suddenly swung his fist and smashed it at the young man in Xuanyi. Murong Ye fell down due to a punch in his chin, and finally struggled to get up, but he was punched on the bridge of his nose again, and the splattered blood immediately stained his clothes red.

"Recently, you have been going down the mountain all day long, and you have never diveled into the sword hard. Lu Wencheng grabbed the placket of his shirt and beat him painfully, and said, "I thought your cultivation had improved, but I didn't expect it to be like this." ”

Yang Qingyan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly couldn't sit still, and hurriedly stepped forward to intercede for him: "Senior brother, don't fight, Brother Ye has already made a mistake." ”

Lu Wencheng didn't seem to hear it, and the offensive was still fierce. Yang Qingyan stepped forward and grabbed the elder brother's arm, but unexpectedly failed to stand firm for a while, but was led to the ground by him, and sat there crying.

The scorching sun that flowed down from the leaves fell obliquely on the three of them, illuminating for a moment the tears of different meanings on their faces.

"In the near future, the triennial Lingshan Sect will be held, and not only the disciples in the sect will have to compete with each other, but even the heroes from all walks of life will come to challenge.

"No one can defeat you like this, and you will only insult the reputation of the master when the time comes. And how long will it take for you to become a swordsman on your own?"

Lu Wencheng glanced at him deeply, then stood up, and then walked away.

And Yang Qingyan pulled up Murong Ye, who was holding his head, dusted off the dust on him, and then wiped the blood on his face with a sweat towel for him, and said very guiltily: "Brother Ye, it's all Yan'er's, it's always pestering you to take me down the mountain, otherwise it won't cause you to be taught a lesson by Senior Brother." ”

"It's not your fault, it's all my own fault. ”

After that, Murong Ye began to cultivate diligently. It wasn't until two years later that he finally learned the essence of Qiankun swordsmanship with the sword master Zhong Liyi, so he was allowed to go down the mountain and return to Ning.

However, he didn't expect that this hurried farewell would be difficult to see again.

In the past thirteen years, things have been wrong, and people have reunited but they have drawn their swords against each other.

Brother, in this dark age, we have no choice after all. Dugu Ye stared at the flying flowers on the other side, thinking so in his heart. I hope that in this soil full of blood and fire, one day we will be able to usher in the spring flowers.