The cold wind invaded the night, and the four people of the plague temple under the moon were trying their best to perform gong and guide the yuan, and the excited prince on the side held his breath and waited, waiting for this long-awaited scene. At this time, the four swirling swirls of different colors continued to absorb the black clouds in the east, and the clouds above the golden furnace accumulated more and more, covering the bright moon hanging high.

As the river poured towards the furnace mouth, suddenly, a white lightning bolt split out of the dark oppressive black clouds, shaking the surrounding daylight.

The footsteps of the young man going up the mountain and the footsteps of the three thieves going down the mountain never stopped, and the two sides were only about ten zhang away, and the night thunder of the ancient temple in the west also illuminated this place thoroughly.

The two sides followed the electric light and exchanged eyes, and the young people were immediately filled with righteous indignation, as if to arouse the hatred that had been buried in their hearts for many years.

"Long Yaoqi, what do you want to do as a deceitful teacher and destroy your ancestors?" the young man said angrily.

"You go first, I'll deal with him! Senior Brother Qi Xuanyao, I haven't seen you for a long time, you still have the same righteous and awe-inspiring temper back then. Long Yingqi, who had the turbidity yin sword in his hand, said intentionally.

Before his words fell, Qi Xuanyao, who had already turned his sword in his hand, did not care about the number of them, so he took the sword to kill, and Nine Broken Heaven and Seven Feathers stepped forward to greet him. In the middle of the invitation, the two did not want to fight for a long time, so they each sent a sword qi, and took advantage of the situation to leave Long Yingqi and rush to the plague temple under the mountain. Qi Xuanyao's target was the enemy on the opposite side, and regardless of them, he directly raised his sword to kill Long Yaoqi, wanting to end the revenge of the teacher.

Full of confidence Seeing this, Long Yaoqi dodged sideways, took the sword, Qi Xuanyao's body turned in an instant, the Turbidity Yang Sword kept swinging for the sake of the master's revenge, showing a strange red anger in the night, and the Turbidity Yin Sword was to protect itself, in order to get out of trouble, and cut the Turbidity Yang Sword with all its might.

The furious and awe-inspiring red light, the calm evil spirit. As soon as the battle rang out, the two sides were divided in two.

On the occasion of the second time, Qi Xuanyao stretched out his sword and pointed at the boundless night sky, Shen Yuan was lucky, and the true qi was surrounded by his body, and the red dust of the dragon seemed to rise from the ground, slowly steaming into the air, and becoming the color of a remnant sun under the moonlit night. I saw Qi Xuanyao throwing the turbidity yang sword posture in the air, condensing in the air, gathering Shen Haoyuan, holding the sword qi, both merging, jumping forward, the sword slashed the ground, and the dust struck away extremely quickly.

Long Xuanqi, who was holding the divine soldier, saw that his life was imminent, and the turbidity yin sword was inserted into the ground, and thousands of evil qi burst out from the sword body, destroying the evil force, attracting thousands of yin qi green souls underground, and the sound of wailing and crying was endless, and his hands absorbed the power of the surrounding yin qi resentment, and then applied it into the turbidity yin sword. Several black sword qi that dissolved into the night scene rippled out, setting off a storm and clouds to kill Qi Xuanyao.

I saw the two sides collide with each other, like a watermelon facing a sharp green scimitar, which was cut through in response, and the red flowers were scattered in the dark bushes. Then the ground was cracked into a trench, the rocks were chaotic, the wind swept away the dust like mist, and the night was wonderful, making the dark clouds and dark fight.

At the moment when the front is symphonic, the two of them are once again in short arms, and each of them has committed suicide. The turbid sun is fierce, the turbidity is dead and heavy, how can one not report to the teacher, and the other will not spare each other.

"Ha, ha, ha, to-night, you sent it to the door. Long Yaoqi, who wielded a sword on one wall, laughed loudly on the other.

The tragedy of the division of the year, like the face of the corpse, set off the memory of the two fighting, and emerged in the swing of the Turbidity Sun Sword, and the angry Qi Xuanyao wanted to take his life without stopping and cut off the knot, but he was slowly pieced together by this cold and crazy laughter. Qi Xuanyao, who couldn't stop his anger, could only wipe out the red sword qi in the turbid sun to kill the smug face of the current enemy.

Outside the Temple of the Plague God

After a burst of thunder and lightning, the wind and clouds in the alchemy furnace also turned into electricity, and the roar broke and the fragments scattered. Everyone came back to their senses to see that the elixir in the smoke charcoal was fortunately still there, and their heartstrings gradually slowed down. They don't know whether it's a finished product or a billet loan, so they can only bring it back for a try.

The dark clouds disappeared, the lonely moon was bright, and the silver mountains shone on the same two figures who had gone down the mountain and were rushing to the plague temple.

There was a slight smile on his face, and the prince was on the side of the broken furnace, and he hurriedly grabbed the pill with one hand, like a probe to take something, and put it in his arms.

Suddenly, a shuttle sword qi took the cold moonlight and smashed the flower and shook the tree to the prince's hand to take the pill. The blind beggar next to him slept for a moment, danced a stick, and carried a golden stick wind to quickly pounce, cutting it away.

"Boom" The seven-colored rainbow Ling snatched the elixir in the prince's hand with lightning speed.

When the prince was surprised, he shook and saw a person step on coldly.

"The palm of the country is gone, and the wind and clouds are buried with his hands. The eyebrows are moving, and the world is tilted. The arrogant Nine Heavens said in a loud voice. "Prince, you stay in Chongguang City, maybe I will be scruples, now that you are alone, no wonder me!"

"Big brother, these five people don't need your hands yet. The pretty and idle seven-colored rainbow cherry blossoms flashed with contempt at the corners of their lips.

"It's as if you can kill me, what can you do, show it to the full!" The prince said coldly.

The seven-colored rainbow feather called the seven masters of the cottage is used to twist the fingers, and the trick wants to point a finger at the pestle, attacking the prince who is not afraid, the lame beggar and the severed beggar see this, and go forward to pick the arrogant seven-colored rainbow feather, and the moves of both sides change. The whirlwind of the eight directions is strong, and the fingers are twisted into fierce battles. turned around and killed Qingyue again, and the wrong shadow frustrated the people between his fingers again.

"Prince, return to the city quickly!" said the blind beggar who was preparing for war.

The resolute prince has a deep temperament, and he knows that he will be defeated if he escapes. Besides, they can't bear to leave behind the people who have helped them for a long time, and if they lose their morale if they leave, they may surely die. Thinking about this, he stood still and watched the situation.

Although the seven-colored rainbow feather who wants to twist her fingers to win is an elegant ghost, the two remnant beggars still strictly guard the square circle, so that she can not achieve her ambition for a long time, and she is angry and takes the opportunity to retreat, and conjures up a delicate one-foot-long, wide-width and three-foot-high seven-colored feather box erected on the ground, which contains seven knives of different colors. The clear bamboo pole-like sleeve waved, and a bright blue knife file sounded, pulling it out and towering into the air, and she stretched out her hand again, and the knife came from her hand, already clenched in her hand.

"If you can let me move this box, you will die. Seven-colored Hongling said coldly in a delicate voice. Saying that, Zhi Zhanying's knife killed the two beggars, only to see the knife swirling in the moon, killing intent step by step, the cold light, and the enemy knife shadow was untraceable.

The lame and severed beggar turned around to respond to the move, not observing the exquisite knife technique, cold and sharp, and suffered skin trauma one after another. The two no longer hid their abilities, turned their swords in their hands, and galloped away.

In the nine heavens next to him, he saw that the seven-colored rainbow Ling Xiaocheng was not victorious, and he was far away, and the invisible qi condensed into a dark dragon sword in the headspace, and slowly descended, and he slashed at the blind and broken beggar with his hand, and then rushed straight to kill and take his life. As soon as the two beggars sensed, they turned their swords into their hands, and dealt with them seriously, and they couldn't see whether it was a sharp sword light or a black shadow that pierced and killed. The style is all the sword qi of the low-sullen black dragon that cannot breathe. The two of them left no room for the protection of the prince, and the blocking was more tenacious.

The sword was cleared, and the dark dragon roared in two places. The wind and dust in all directions are difficult to slaughter, and the outside of the plague temple is like vomiting and mourning.

The war here is not over, and the other side is even more stalemate.

Under Flying Snake Mountain

The two of them under the moon, the decision at the summit became more and more white-hot, and their whole bodies turned into battle spirit, and there was nothing else to think about. The frantic hair, the furious swordsmanship, the fierce night dust, and the two that split after the round indicate that the strong move is about to be sacrificed.

Qi Xuanyao, who was drenched in the sweat of the battle, lightly brushed the blade of the turbid yang sword, and the blood was sacrificed to the sword body, and then the full yuan was deeply destroyed, and the supreme yuan power was condensed in the night sky, and a mountainside was red by the nudge. Suddenly, the earth was restless, and the revenge style turned out to be the domain of the new realm of enlightenment.

"Morning Dawn of the Blood Sun. Holding the huge Chi Yuan's mighty power steaming red sword, he kicked the ground and volleyed into the air, swinging his sword to urge the fierce momentum and attack the guilty Long Qi Ying. At the same time, the shallow wheel of the faint void in the east received an inexplicable response, and countless golden sharp blades were born out of nothing, constantly rushing to the rear of Long Yaoqi to kill.

Qi Xuanyao made a move, Long Yingqi also moved, he raised the sword and swirled around, and there were faintly several magnificent Yin Yuan scattered, and his body stirred, like a tornado. The constantly rotating Turbidity Yin Sword incorporated the evil qi within a radius of a hundred miles, and with its own Yin Yuan Qi, it became bigger and bigger, and the more powerful it became, the more it was flanked into a vortex.

Strong moves, like thunder and roar. The tornado of the dragon will be crushed in the future, and Qi Xuanyao took advantage of the fact that the Dongfang Ying was not finished, and took the opportunity to pick up the sword and take it. As soon as Long Xuanqi found out, he expanded the scope of the tornado and swept the killing Qi Xuanyao into the violent storm, Qi Xuanyao did not panic, and still killed the sword. In this way, the two of them fought and rolled with the flowing wind, and fought and rolled, getting higher and higher.

The wind swayed with swords and swords, and the wind swept leaves and dust.

The sparks of the two artifacts are buried in the haze, and the duel between the two of them is in the dust.

Qi Xuanyao, who had been exhausted for a long time, suddenly felt that the sword qi of the Turbid Yang Sword had become gloomy, and it must have been difficult to exert due to the interference of the opponent's body and the Turbidity Yin Sword, and the domain of the vortex was the range of evil qi. Immediately withdrew from the battle circle, and when he came down, he noticed that the yang energy of the Turbidity Yang Sword was obviously insufficient, so he made a false move to attack Long Yaoqi, who had been killed, and took advantage of the situation to transform and escape.

The struggle outside the Temple of the Plague continues.

Nine days of murder and seizure, fighting the blind eyes and the beggar with broken feet, between the moves, the powerful power of the heaven and the earth, the sword shadow swept out, the two beggars saw this, with the defects of the disabled, to break through their own limits, and the double swords carried a combination of tricks that seemed to be useless and not crippled.

The impact of the strong move, the violent explosion, the affected plague temple collapsed and turned into a residue. Behind Jiutian Po, the flowers and plants were uprooted, and the wind howled.

When the two beggars were shocked by Yu Wei and retreated, the true qi was not enough to recover, and Jiutian Po took the opportunity to swing his sword and send a shuttle sword qi directly at the prince. The shocked prince had not yet stood firm from the smoke and dust, and when he saw the sword qi coming, he was stunned and had already avoided it.

It was too late, but it was fast, and a bright red sword qi came from afar, blocking the sword qi enemy who wanted to kill the prince.

"The withered trees mourn the crows, the wind sweeps the dead leaves and floats in the house, who looks at the cold jacket alone? Self-smiling and candlesticking are poignant, accompanied by me, and I am defeated in my life. In the troubled times, only blood debts are left, only blood disasters are recognized, last night was like a dream, the ancient knife was broken, love and love were broken. ”

Accompanied by a miserable and miserable voice, a red-robed man floated in the air, slowly descending to the ground, with a desolate knife, like an unfinished bleak story.

The person who came turned the candle shadow red.

Jiutian broke his anger with a sword and turned to the red robe to take it. As soon as the comer pulled out the knife, the red light shone back in pieces, and between the knives and the moves, the sonorous exchanges, the two sides swirled the knives and fell, and the wrists turned to the swords to meet, one came and went, one drew and one teased. Come like a sharp falcon to feed, fast and orderly. Go like a red rainbow and break the clouds, and it is bound to overwhelm the mountains and seas.

After the master made a few moves, the Nine Heavens who gradually showed signs of defeat said: "It's not good that there is such a master in the world." ”

Surprised to see what the opponent could do, Jiutian Po was very reluctant to fight against the seven-colored insect Ling and said: "Withdraw!" and then retreated.

After a few battles subsided, Candle Shadow put away his knife and sheathed it, and slowly left with cold and arrogant steps: "If you can't untie the demon magic of the confinement under your feet for Sister Huan. Your promise is your last word. ”

With the words and figures, they slowly disappeared into the cool night in the distance.

"Prince, she'...... Who is she?" the lame beggar wondered.

"This person has a relationship with me in the Spring Breeze brothel, although he has a cold tone, but he obeys Ji Huan's words. Okay, leave her alone, let's find a place to refine medicine from scratch first. The prince exhaled a cloudy breath.

And they departed from the ruins.

The morning breeze is refreshing, giving people a sense of tranquility and happiness. When the cool breeze swept over a forgotten and abandoned mountain villa, it was not so appropriate, half a year ago there was a garden with a lush jade, the scene of Zhong Ming Ding food, now only moss marks and green. There was a large grave piled up in the grassy courtyard, and the memory of the cold wind blowing through the temperature seemed to be reluctant.

Today, in this uninhabited and desolate territory, familiar and unfamiliar footsteps sounded.

"I didn't expect the scenery and personnel to be so unbearable in the past six months. The slightly sad Autumn Songhe came lightly with a jar of wine, and after a little mourning, he poured half of the wine in front of the grave and offered sacrifices to the dead.

"Senior Brother Qiu, so you're here!" said the messenger from outside.

"Jing Shao, you're here, come and have a few drinks with me. Qiu Songhe put away his wounds and chose a round stone table and chair to sit down.

Jing Shao and Wei Yan, who had just come, sat down politely, Wei Yan drank a few cups, Jing Shao saw that Qiu Songhe's face was not good, and he looked at the tombstone next to him and asked, "Senior Brother Qiu, do you have any relationship with the villa?" Why do you often come here and sigh!"

"Half a year ago, this Howling Moon Villa was a rare paradise in our Han Realm, and it was difficult to find it. On the way back to Chongguang City from Ziwei Palace to visit the prince, I overheard the generosity of the owner of Xiaoyue Mountain Villa, so I wanted to visit. When I didn't expect to go, I was shocked to see corpses all over the door, as if I had just suffered. Furious, I hurriedly searched for the murderer, and found that the property in the village had been emptied. I couldn't bear the corpse of the deceased in broad daylight, so I dug a big pit and buried it, and the strange thing is that most of the corpses were women, and there were very few men, so maybe some of them were lucky enough to escape. I dragged the corpse and found that there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman who still had a breath, she said that two young masters of six or seven years old had been arrested, and I wondered who did it, or where she was arrested, but she actually died. I've been following this matter for a long time, but I didn't expect that there has been no result in the past six months. Qiu Songhe said with emotion.

"Brother, no wonder you asked me to follow that Taoist priest, those thieves came for money, and they must have captured those two children and sold them. Jing Shao's mind flashed, and he hurriedly said: "I forgot to report to Senior Brother, that Taoist priest entered the Black Sin Mountain Villa." ”

"What? It seems that he was pretentious, and he knew that he was at the gate of the city and took him down. I suspect that two of the children who entered Moonwhine Heights were orphans of Moonwhine Heights. Qiu Songhe slapped the stone table and said angrily.

Jing Shao and Weiyan suddenly woke up, and Jing Shao said: "I see. I heard that there are three female owners in the Black Sin Mountain Villa, who specialize in absorbing men's essence and refining it in the dantian to use it as true qi. This kind of martial arts is extremely harmful, but what's the point of sending a group of children to the village after half a year?"

"You watch every move of the Black Sin Villa, wait for the opportunity to capture it in one fell swoop, and I will discuss countermeasures with the prince first. In any case, the Black Sin Villa has done a lot of evil, and now it has time to deal with the inferior people like them. Autumn Pine Crane Road.

The two of them agreed and withdrew.

As the warm early sun rises, the sound of chirping insects on the earth becomes louder.

The gate of the Black Sin Villa in a Black Sin Mountain was open, and two male servants came out with brooms to sweep the floor, and the young man had no blood on his face, and swept a few piles of fallen leaves in an orderly and irregular manner, and stood on either side of the door after the door was cleaned. At that time, a woman with a graceful charm walked out of the village, with a good appearance, about thirty years old, and asked at the door: "Has the owner of the village ever returned to the village?" ”

The panicked manservant cheered up his spirits, and the other said quickly: "No...... Not...... Not yet. ”

"I haven't finished eating a thing all night, and I don't know what kind of strong man he is. She took a handkerchief and whispered in the manservant's face.

"Jiao Mei'er, haven't I come back!" I saw a beautiful woman with a beautiful face appear in the golden light, and the two male servants saw it as if they had seen ghosts. Although he was scared in his heart, he didn't dare to make unnecessary movements for fear of his life, so he just stood firmly and saluted.

"You didn't bring back a few men, it's too unsisterly. Jiao Meier complained slightly.

"That'...... How about this thing. The owner of the big farm conjured up an old table and said with a smile on his face.

The coquettish girl who used to be teasing originally wanted to complain about livening up the atmosphere, but when she turned into a table, she sighed and lost it, and her red lips were revealed, so she stepped forward and knocked on the table if it was not strong. At first glance, there was something like amber stuck to the table, crystal clear, and it had become one with the table. She was surprised and then disappointed.

"Sister Jiao'er, we really have found a baby. This is just a mess. "The big farmer said.

"If there is anything good, say and share it as soon as possible. Seeing her serious expression, Jiao Mei'er must have been something gratifying.

"I traveled to the bottom of the mountain yesterday and seduced a few fierce men from Pansnake Mountain to practice. When I returned late, I saw a guy in a tea shed who moved the drying table back to the shed. I saw that there was something very unusual on the table, so I bought it, and I only asked the people at the table how they looked, and gave me a few more rewards, and the man told me a story about a beggar and a beautiful woman. So after studying for half the night, I suddenly remembered that it was a kind of sad spring and autumn tears, tears that only Tan Lang Dao and Xie Nu Jian had when they saw the love of the world and parted bitterly. Such a miracle, the rare Tanlang Sword and Xie Nu Sword for thousands of years are the treasures of martial arts. I'll tell you the details slowly. The owner of the big village said happily.

She saw that Jiao Mei'er, the owner of the third village, was not interested in swords and swords, and said, "If there are enough tears in this sad spring, sadness and autumn tears, it can resolve the reaction effect of our refining "Great Happiness Yin and Yang Fu", and it can be properly reconciled and grow internal strength, do you say it is gratifying?"

"If this white thing can greatly increase our internal strength, but it is also a one-time solitary food, it can't pull us from hunger and thirst, and when I talk about hunger and thirst, I can't help but think of our fool candle shadow turning red. Jiao Mei'er said in a coquettish voice. He shouted to the little man at the door, "What are you still doing in a daze! ”

The little guys didn't dare to slack off and carried it in.

"Listen to the guy at Chapon, that group of people are passing by us, yes or no?" asked the owner of the farm.

"It seems that God has helped us through this difficult time for ten years, and last night the little guard said that six people had come to spend the night. Are they one old, one young and four young?" Jiao Mei'er seemed to see a big fat sheep that had thrown itself into the net, and wanted to raise a knife to be cut.

The owner nodded expectantly, and went straight into the village with Jiao Mei'er.

Inside the Black Sin Villa

The subordinates who are used to getting up early in the village clean up, trim flowers, raise fish, and cook rice as usual. But there was a handsome manservant who came to the courtyard where he was staying with a meal.

The yard was full of birds and flowers, and at dawn, the four children got up early, and it was the kid who invited the three of them to play in the yard last night. Who knew that the cunning boy actually practiced swords and swords with them, and the three of them were very discouraged. The haired child said: "We can't waste time here, we don't know how long we will walk when we get to Tianhu City, it's better to practice our own kung fu first and lay a good foundation, otherwise how to deal with the bad guys?"

"We don't have weapons, how can we practice? Only you have it, so you can practice first, but ...... Do you know how to practice?" asked the hairy kid sitting on the steps, scratching his head.

Finger licking children sit on the steps and look at them with their hands on their cheeks. The three locks of the head tried their best to pull out the long sword of the former Sanniang, and the haired child pulled out the knife of the eighth child, and the two just slowly compared, and each held the sword trembling. I don't know where to start practicing, I'm afraid that if I don't have a small sword and no eyes, I will poke a few holes.

"How are we supposed to practice!" said Sanyu impatiently

"We ...... We cut the flowers and plants behind ourselves first, so that our ...... The hand exercises strength. The hairy kid muttered.

The two of them stirred the flower for a while, and they also cherished that the flower was carefully taken care of by the servant. Wielding the weapon that the six relatives did not recognize, the haired child fought more fiercely, and sat on the stone bench panting with all his strength, he also knew that even if the two children who did not practice the sword were lazy, he stared at him calmly, and found that they were sitting on the steps next to each other very tightly, not only that, but also hugged each other like warmth, touching and touching, like a couple with deep affection.

The haired child originally looked at the child who loved to sleep unpleasantly, and this form was the same as the scene where he lost his brother before, reminiscing about the past, and recklessly turning the vinegar sea. It's a mockery in the bones. So he got his brain, and the evil face raised a knife and chased and scolded the two of them while chasing. The two children didn't know why, so they ran when they heard the sound, and ran out of the courtyard after a circle in the yard.

The owner of the big village and Jiao Mei'er were holding more than ten strings of rock sugar gourds, and they were rushing to this courtyard to exchange for the Tanlang sword Xie Nujian. Chased by the two children who were busy and bumped into the big farmer, the haired child and the three locks of the head saw the stranger at the gate of the courtyard, and the big farmer and Jiao Meier saw the knife held by the hairy child and greeted him, stepped forward and said softly: "Come! These rock sugar gourds are yours." Give me the sword, and don't play with such dangerous things, children. ”

"Put things down, you can go! The hairy child was angry, and pointed a knife at her nose and said. The eyes are terrifyingly sharp, like a small bandit.

The face of the surprised owner changed, and the child toasted and did not eat and drink, and then angrily lifted the hand holding the rock sugar gourd, and immediately like the fierce arm stretched out from hell, he wanted to slap it and snatch the sword.