The "Black Mask" who was able to defeat Canghui at will and humiliate him had completely defeated his opponent, and now he had taken back what he was determined to recapture. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're mine, aren't you?" Black Mask thought silently as he looked at Mrs. Canghui, who was leaning on his shoulder, but she was leaning against the same tree as Black Mask, and she was gone, unable to respond to his gaze anymore. Even though Black Mask behaved like a young man, he couldn't do such a stupid thing as talking to a dead person. He laughed sadly and helplessly, and asked himself, "What the hell are you...... Did you win or lose?"

He raised his right hand, the hand that was interlocking with Shen's ten fingers, he clearly remembered that he saw Cang Hui and his wife being brutalized by the people in the prison capital, and he also remembered that his appearance of pleading was ignored by the people in the prison capital, before the anger burned all life, he could only see the hands of Cang Hui and his wife with ten fingers interlocked, at that moment he saw that Cang Hui's clothes and mask gradually turned black, Cang Hui's injuries were added to his body, and even he suddenly felt that his face when he pleaded for forgiveness was the same as when Cang Hui begged for mercy.

When the touch between the hands was extremely real, he dealt a dead hand to everyone in the prison capital as if he were Jing Xie, and then he appeared here with Mrs. Canghui, which was not very far from the prison capital, and could almost overlook a corner of the prison capital.

"Huh?" The black mask, which was gradually drowsy under the pain, suddenly woke up, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, but it seemed that the two of them had just arrived, and the man had been waiting here for a long time.

Black Mask immediately recognized the person and called out the person's name, "You are Jing Shuiyi!"

The man smiled and said, "How do you recognize me?"

The black mask looked at him and said, "You have never seen me, but I have seen you, but you have a good means to stand in front of me before me before I know it!"

Jing Shuiyi waved his hand and said: "First of all, it's not that Jing is clever, but Your Excellency is too weak; secondly, I really haven't seen you, but I know you, I can hear your voice, you are Qing Xun who was once imprisoned in the prison dungeon with me and Canghui." ”

"Heh!" Qing Xun smiled disdainfully: "Weak? Do you know? Even if I am in this situation, if I want to kill you, I will only raise my finger!"

Jing Shui said lightly: "Oh! What a coincidence! Almost all the people I interact with have the ability to easily take my life, either smashing me with one punch or flattening me with one palm, and some people are proficient in supernatural magic, if they take my life, even I don't know how I died." But would I be more mindful of what I do when talking to them? Of course not, why should people be so tired, let alone to their friends? ”

Qing Xun was about to refute, but Jing Shuiyi grabbed it again and said, "At least, we are in the dungeon of the prison capital, and we are still talking quite speculatively, right?"

Qing Xun said coldly: "What are you going to do? I don't have any value to be used anymore. ”

"One question. Jing Shuiyi pointed out a finger and said, "What about Canghui? Have you seen him? Is he dead or alive?"

Qing Xun said: "You go to the prison capital to check on yourself, it is very quiet there now, and there will be no danger." ”

Jing Shuiyi's outstretched fingers didn't let go, and he said, "I know, I just came out of there, and it seems that there is another good show to be played, but I am more concerned about Canghui's whereabouts." ”

"I don't know. Qing Xun can only say this.

"It seems that I'm redundant!" Jing Shuiyi sighed and said, "If I leave you here, you will figure it out yourself." ”

Qing Xun scolded impatiently: "Then get out of here!" As soon as he finished scolding, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the feeling was really indescribable, accompanied by Jing Shuiyi's smile as if he knew that it would become like this, he felt that the body of the lover around him became heavy, just leaning on his shoulder was like a huge force to push him to, and for the first time in his heart, he felt like he was flustered, but he couldn't get a physical response.

He gradually felt the heat of his breath coming out of his mouth and nose no longer reflected on his face, because the mask of the alien cremation had dissipated. Jing Shui Yi is no better than Qi Wuwei who has seen Canghui's true face, even if he has the answer in his heart, but he has never seen Canghui's face, so naturally he will not show surprise at this face that is extremely similar to Canghui.

Jing Shuiyi said lightly: "Can you still kill people? That's not called weakness!"

Qing Xun didn't know that the strange feeling was a manifestation of the gradual loss of his life, he took many lives, but like many murderers, he did not have this "checkmate" experience. He glared at Jing Shuiyi angrily, and gradually realized that it was very difficult to not only raise his head, but even open his eyes, and the moment before he lowered his head and lost consciousness, he saw that his wounds and blood stains were gradually unable to hide on his clothes that had turned from black to white.

Jing Shuiyi's face changed slightly, and he rushed forward with an arrow step, but he still responded calmly, as if all this could not escape his control. He took out a jade bottle from his bosom, pulled out the cork and saw a turbid gas coming out of the bottle with the thickness of his fingers, and he shook the jade bottle with the mouth of the bottle facing upwards, and each time he exerted force, it was towards the two people who fell under the tree.

But seeing that the gas broke away from the mouth of the bottle one by one, it turned into a small ball as round as jade and flew towards the two of them, landed on the two of them and disappeared without a trace, and then what they saw was that the temperature of the place where the two of them were plummeted, and a thin layer of ice wrapped the two of them.

Jing Shuiyi didn't know who he was talking to: "Take the two of them with you, and we'll set off." He waited for a long time, but there was no response, and then he said, "Qiu Ling, are you asleep?"

At this time, the tree that Qingxun and the two were leaning on suddenly opened its trunk like a flower, and the person standing in the middle was Qiu Ling, who was sent away by Jing Xie the day before yesterday, he yawned and rubbed his eyes, looking tired.

Jing Shuiyi repeated his previous words, "Take the two of them with you, we're leaving." ”

Qiu Ling nodded, and read: "Extreme Intention to Spread Wood and Hands!" Then he saw that the branches of the tree rose with his order, staggered into a pair of big hands, and dragged the frozen Qingxun and the two people up, Qiu Ling's face was relaxed, he crossed his hands on his waist, one side could control the trees, and the other side could still talk to Jing Shuiyi.

"Master?"

Jing Shuiyi asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiu Ling smiled and said: "If you want me to say, it is really superfluous for you to save them! Why do you want to destroy this beautiful event of a pair of fallen mandarin ducks going to Huangquan together?"

"Then, Jing Xie shouldn't have saved you?"

Qiu Ling hurriedly shook his head and said: "This is different! Saving a young person with potential, or saving a person who wants to go and see him for good, are all good people and saints! Because the person he saved still has thoughts in his heart, he will be grateful! But if saving people is to let him fulfill his responsibility and mission to the common people in the world, it is better to let him die easily, anyway, his mission will always be done by others!"

"Ha!" Jing Xie smiled, "There is some truth! But after all, we are still young, even if we understand the truth and know that we will suffer, we still have to suffer it, and then we will learn that lesson, right?"

Qiu Ling listened, saw that his mind had been decided, so he didn't say more, a carriage walked to Qiu Ling's tree, Qiu Ling used the branch as a hand to send Qingxun and the two into the carriage, although the branch was messy, but in Qiu Ling's control is very flexible. Jing Shui easily remembered something, and he asked Qiu Ling, "Have you found the trace of that thief?"

The branches of the trees twisted and wrapped, and they were stacked in the shape of stairs, and Qiu Lingyue walked down slowly and said, "Not yet, his escape technique is too clever for me to find." ”

Jing Shuiyi sighed, "That sword was given by my friend at the beginning of the three-rate fifteen heroes, and it followed me until a few days ago, when this happens, I don't know if the fate of that friend is as confusing as that sword!"

Qiu Ling asked, "Then master, what do you say the person who stole your sword wants to do?"

"I ......" Jing Shuiyi was a little embarrassed, "how can I know this!" But seeing that his target is clear, I think it was premeditated. If we only lose a sword and there is no other loss, we won't pursue it!"

Qiu Ling thought for a while and said, "Master! This is not so simple! If the old master's arrangement can be seen through in a premeditated way, our lives will be in danger!"

"Oh?" Jing Shuiyi thought for a moment, "Maybe that thief only knew where we were going because someone helped us, but we've only seen one person these days...... Rusher Rao Xuanchen?"

Qiu Ling nodded, "Maybe it's him, I'll keep an eye out for any of its movements." He closed his eyes as if feeling something, and when a gust of wind blew across his cheeks, he shook his head and said, "Let's go first! ”

Qiu Ling got into the carriage, he saw Qing Xun in the ice, and asked Jing Shuiyi, "Is this the person who killed the old master?"

"Uh......" Jing Shuiyi didn't know how to answer, he knew that Qiu Ling at this time was just lurking under him, and once Qiu Ling's mind was contrary to his own, he didn't have the ability to resist this magic genius.

"I see," said Hunting, "don't worry, master, I won't do anything out of line." ”

Jing Shuiyi breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to quickly lead this topic to another place, he pointed to Qingxun and said to Qiu Ling, "Have you seen his 'fire', and the 'fire' under the lonely city of wind and fire, but the same thing?

Qiu Ling shook his head, "These two are different. ”

This answer was already expected by Jing Shuiyi, he had heard Qiu Ling describe the burning scene of the people in the prison capital under the lonely city, and also saw the death of another group of members in the prison capital, he knew that this would not be the same thing, he sighed helplessly: "Sure enough, I killed my uncle?"

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The grassland on the border between the Anlu Kingdom and the Shengping Dynasty is no longer indistinguishable, the "Wild Overlord" grows very luxuriantly, and has occupied the entire grassland in just a few days, I really don't know whether it takes away the nutrients needed by other grasses when it grows, or directly turns other grasses into their own kind, except for the nobles of Anlu who encroach on other people's land with it, they should not laugh when they see this scene, because of its lush vitality, the conspicuous color is the dry yellow of dry grass.

There was such a person, who was standing in the bush of the Overlord at the moment, his giant sword stuck in the ground beside him. Humans, swords, and wild overlords seem to be the same, and they have never lost their ambition and motivation, but they are also the most energetic and lifeless appearance.

There is no way around this, no matter how shrewd a person is, how a magical sword is, after the baptism of wind and dust, he will lose some of his brilliance. Xia Yiping turned his back in the direction of An Lu Kingdom, facing the direction of the Shengping Dynasty, silently waiting for his opponent to come. He is the response of martial arts to the "betrayer" in this hasty period, a genius who is also young and has the same strength.

But she could not see any trace of genius, she only knew that there were some beasts that were habitual to the race, and among them, those who were old enough but did not encounter misfortune in natural migration, would break away from the tribe and find a secluded place to die. Xia Yiping in her eyes is no different from those old beasts. When she first came here, she saw Xia Yiping, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, at first she watched from afar, and then she wanted to turn a blind eye, but now she was bored and looked closer. Even if she is as eccentric as her, she can't imagine that the two are waiting for the same person with different hearts.

I can't tell why I'm waiting for An Qiuliang here, and I don't know if her brother can calculate that she will wait here. As for how to face his brother, whether to persuade or follow, I believe that the moment I meet An Qiuliang, I will have the answer in my heart.

"Huh?" Feeling a crisis coming, her first reaction was to run away in the direction of Anlu Kingdom, she knew in her heart that the Anlu Kingdom at this moment was much safer than the Shengping Dynasty. But she didn't know that the light skills of the person who came were even more first-class, and suddenly two figures appeared, and she almost bumped into it.

When they looked closely, the two of them looked fierce and vicious, and they were so frightened that they immediately looked away. The road ahead was broken, and they could only listen to them, and after a while, another fierce and vicious six people came over, it was the Hua brothers.

Hua Prisoner Niu said: "Brothers, you have all seen it! I didn't talk much this time!" He secretly rejoiced in his heart, thinking that their ability to take shortcuts in a hurry was unrivaled, and there would be no mistakes, but it was still much slower.

Hua Prison Niu looked at Delirium and said, "Girl, don't be afraid! Our brother is just a little fierce, and he will never hurt you!" Delirium didn't look at him, but just sneered, and Hua Prisoner Niu asked: "The girl is a third-rate fifteen heroic girl, the sister of the rebel An Qiuliang?"

Stunned for a moment, he had already thought that this was the act of the fake Jing Shuiyi, and he revealed his identity, afraid that he had sent himself or the entire third-rate fifteen heroes to the opposite side of the martial arts and the imperial court.

Nodding her head uncomfortably, she didn't bother to make up words to deceive this group of stupid people who would definitely be fooled. The brothers of the flower prisoner cow all pinched a cold sweat, the flower prisoner cow's "rebel" is really inappropriate, even if the opposing position is very clear, but since it has been set before, it is best to have some evasion in the future, although the flower prisoner cow did not pay attention to these, but still exchanged for a delusional refreshing answer.

"Then ......" Hua Prison Niu said: "The tired girl has come with us, we will escort the girl to Xuning Mansion, if the girl goes to Anlu Country with your brother, it will be a pity for the third-rate fifteen heroes and for the entire martial arts! Please think about it again with the pride of your third-rate fifteen heroes!" After Hua Prisoner Niu finished speaking, he didn't know whether the word "defect" was used reasonably or not, so he could only wait for a vain answer.

"What kind of shortcomings? Do you want to vent their anger and revenge?" surrounded by a group of fierce and vicious faces, they abandoned their chivalrous identity and could only think in a narrow direction. She laughed and ran to Xia Yiping, who was standing aside and had been paying no attention to this side. She couldn't run fast, and the Hua brothers also knew that she had no intention of running far and couldn't run out of the Hua brothers' control, so they just let her run over.

Slightly away from the Hua brothers, as excited and crazy as if she had just escaped from the clutches of the devil, she slapped Xia Yiping on the face, a palm print was left on it, and Xia Yiping's dull gaze fell on her.

Said in vain: "You seem to have some ability, do you just see me as a woman in distress and oppressed by them?"

Xia Yiping said coldly: "Their task is to bring you back, my task is to bring your brother back, my goal is only for your brother, and I have no light with you, so I will not make a move on you, nor will I help you." With that, his eyes wandered again, and he continued to save his energy to prepare for the incoming enemy.

After these few words, she calmed down, she saw that she had no way out, and she was going to let them go? The eight people had already walked towards this side, but she dared to look directly at the face of any of the eight people at this moment, even if it ...... The fierce light in their eyes was even greater.

"Aren't they cruel to me?" she thought to herself, but she saw snow suddenly falling in the sky, and she knew that this was not the season for snow. In a trance, the eight people had surrounded the delusional group, and each pulled out a dagger from their waists.

"Who is it? Is it him?" he could only think of his brother, but he could not connect his brother to the spectacle of snow.

As far as the imagination can see, the eight brothers complement each other, but their perception is even sharper than her. It was only after she was surrounded by eight people that she felt a strange and unfamiliar aura, and all she felt from this aura was danger and murderous intent.

"It's a pity......" Xia Yiping said silently: "It seems that my sword is going to kill someone unrelated." He reached out and stroked his greatsword, closing his eyes and waiting for the enemy to arrive. glanced at Xia Yiping, and then looked at the Hua brothers in front of her, they were trembling, as if they could hear their sobbing sounds.

The sadness soon spread, and she sat down on the ground involuntarily, she had already learned to accept her suffering, but she still wept under the influence of it.

Xia Yiping walked in the direction where the man came, he walked very hard, I don't know if he was affected or stood still for too long. He walked more and more steadily, as if he had regained the feeling of walking, and the trembling and sadness seemed to transform him into a fighting spirit, adding to his momentum.

But after he pushed away the children of the Hua family who were in front of him, and saw the opponent he was about to face, he was stunned, and a few steps away from him was only a young man, whose eyes were blank, as if he had lost his life, and the terrible wounds under his tattered clothes would never appear on a living person. What the hell is he? Is he a ghost?

I can't help but say that just for my own sake, Xia Yiping is also obliged to face this person. Xia Yiping stood in front of him and vowed to stop him.

But every time the young man got closer, his terrifying appearance made Xia Yiping see more clearly, and the fear slowly piled up, Xia Yiping could only take advantage of the fact that the fighting spirit was still gone, and launched an offensive first! He rushed to the young man, and the giant sword waved in an orderly manner, but the young man couldn't tell whether he intended to be injured or deliberately sent to death, and he had no intention of dodging. Xia Yiping was stunned, the young man's sword finger had fallen on Xia Yiping's body before the attack of the giant sword, Xia Yiping was defenseless against this sword finger that seemed to have no strength, but those slender fingers were as easy as poking tofu on him. Xia Yiping's body had a few more injuries in a moment, which also played a defensive role, Xia Yiping's body regressed, and the giant sword finally fell on the young man's body.

As soon as they fought, the gap was immediately apparent, Xia Yiping no longer thought about it, and was determined to use the three-handed trick that King Xuning taught him, which was originally used to deal with An Qiuliang.