It's raining in this lattice space.

There was a man whose head was stained with rain, and a piece of his hair was eroded off, and then a piece of his skull was also eroded, and a white human brain like a tofu brain overflowed from the bowl.

In less than a moment, the damned man was dead, and only two pairs of eyes remained in the lattice.

Neither of them spoke, and the weapons in their hands were the best language.

The purple-clothed young man stomped his feet, and a top-heavy wooden order slip flew out of the box behind him, and his index finger pointed at the person opposite, and he chanted the words in his mouth: "Nine stars!"

The wooden skewer spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into nine, and pressed towards the bright girl holding the sword.

The girl replied with a sword with an expressionless face, and the nine stars were shattered.

The young man didn't care, and said softly: "Solution!".

The shattered nine-star order immediately burst.

The girl's figure disappeared in a flash, appearing behind her five feet away.

The purple-clothed young man frowned: "Qing Xuan, do you want to be the enemy of the Curse God Palace?"

The girl was speechless, just out of the sword.

Su held the cigarette water in his hand, and one sword turned into sixteen swords, each aimed at a vital point on the young man's body.

The boy was still just a little bent, and another order was signed out of the box, suspended above his head, signing Kwai Shui.

The aqua blue shield spilled down from the top of the seal, enveloping the young man's body, ripples rippling slightly, and the speed of the sixteen flying swords became slower and slower, and before they could touch the shield, they had already stagnated.

The girl held the cigarette water around her body in a big circle, and whispered: "Lianzhu!"

The sixteen flying swords were pulled and turned back, and by the time the circle was finished, the flying swords had formed a straight line, stabbing at the aoi water shield at twice the speed of the previous one.

Kwai Shui Lingqi flew back behind the young man, and the young man instantly appeared behind the girl, and the Lianzhu flying sword only pierced a wooden stake.

The young man pointed at him, and a thunderbolt fell strangely, only to hear him whisper: "Wind and thunder seal."

The girl seemed to have eyes behind her back, leaned back, kicked her feet, and while dodging the thunder, the smoke and water in her hand pierced the heart of the purple-clothed young man in a broken military style.

A circle of light entwined with thunder and fire flew out of the young man's left hand, trapping the smoke and water, and the tongue of fire and the electric snake climbed up the blade of the sword like maggots on tarsal bones.

The young man smiled: "Gou Chen."

The girl withdrew her sword in time, distanced herself from the purple-clothed young man, and continued to stab the young man with her twin guides with smoke and water.

The water came out again, and the smoke and water did not succeed after all, and the electric snake and the tongue of fire were also wiped out at this time, and flew back to the girl's hands again.

"I'm too lazy to entangle with you!" a shadow appeared at the young man's feet, and the whole person was like a burned candle, melting little by little, and disappearing into the shadows.

......

Li Fuyao took out a secret book from the bookshelf, and the four small characters of 'Liuyun Sword Technique' were written on it, and after only turning two pages, he felt bored, and threw it on the ground.

"The mental method in this scripture pavilion is not as good as our family's sword scripture, and the rest are all sword books, and there is nothing useful about it, why did you give us such a place, it's really unlucky." ”。

Bai Xingzhi was unusual, she was not impatient at all, while throwing away the sword book in her hand, she picked up another book from the bookshelf, and looked at it carefully: "I'm here, so I will find two passable mental sword books by the way, and go out to give them to that guy, which can be regarded as returning his favor as a sparring partner." ”。

"There is such a thing as favor, where is it said that it can be paid off," Li Fuyao said with a smile: "He owes you a favor today, and you will pay him back tomorrow, but the favor is not offset, but it is just a point left in your hearts, which is barely balanced, and if there are more favors like this, it will become friendship, and if there are more favors than friendships, it will become love!"

"You don't really like him, do you?" Li Fuyao said: "Although that guy is really good, but if you really run away to be a second room for someone else, Dad won't cut me to death if he knows!"

Bai Xingzhi said angrily: "That guy knelt down and begged me I won't accept it, and return the second room? Besides, I went to be the second room for someone else, what did Daddy do to cut you?"

Li Fuyao rolled his eyes, threw away the second sword book in his hand, and said in an unkind tone: "Since I was a child, every time you get into trouble, my father beats me, when has I ever moved a finger of you." ”。

Bai Xingzhi said confidently: "Who made you my brother? You yourself rushed to run out of your mother's belly first, blame me?"

Li Fu shook his head and said, "That's the same." ”。

"It was meant to be!"

"Speaking of Qingxuan, he is also stingy, then "Holding Yuan Jue" and "Inch Swordsmanship" can only be regarded as second-rate among the third-rate cheats, giving the halberd a small dagger, isn't this Qu Cai?" Bai Xingzhi pursed her lips.

Li Fuyao said with a smile: "When the sect is big, there are many stinky rules, if he is willing to come to our villa, Daddy will teach the Sword Sutra."

Bai Xingzhi said regretfully: "It's a pity that it's a sword-wielder." ”。

"Yes, it's a pity that it's a sword-wielder. ”

A drop of blood dripped from the top of her head and landed on the page of Bai Xingzhi's book.

The girl looked up, and the gap between the two planks was soaked red. Blood was oozing down the stairs.

"Li Fuyao!"

The boy immediately appeared next to his sister, and following her line of sight, he noticed something strange on it.

Silent, Li Fuyao walked in front of his sister and followed the stairs step by step.

It's not that he's timid, it's just that his spiritual sense has always been keen, let alone in a building, where there is no person within a radius of more than ten miles, and he can detect that person whether he is dead or alive. But when he entered the door, he couldn't find anything.

The existence that can make him undetectable is obviously not something that can be treated casually.

Cautiously, he came to the second floor, and saw the corpses lying on the ground, and the viscous blood merged into a small river, flowing in the direction of the interior.

Li Fuyao and Bai Xingzhi both found their knives.

The dead men were dressed strangely, all in armor, and the big knives that fell horizontally and vertically beside their masters looked at the standard knives.

Li Fuyao exchanged a look with his sister, and his heart was clear.

The people who can appear in this place are naturally the only ones in the Southern Tang Dynasty that are closest to here.

But who was the person who killed them? The man was obviously still here, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to detect the corpses.

Blood was like a snake, through the gap between the bookshelves, and into a door on the side.

"Oh, here are two more!"

A young man in black walked out of the door, carrying a lamp in his hand, and the light flickered.

The bubbling bloody snake crawled to the boy's feet, strangely from the bottom up, and poured into the bearing plate of the oil lamp.

The plate was only about half the size of a palm, and it had dried up the blood of more than a dozen armor soldiers, but it still couldn't fill it, but the slowly burning vermilion wick seemed to be a little brighter.

The young man showed his white teeth and smiled softly: "Since the two of you are here, how about staying to be my lamp oil?"