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In the context of the twenty-eight factions finally feeling wrong and starting to search for the missing leader, the grand event Qionghua Banquet belonging to the upper level of the Southern Martial Arts opened vigorously. It is still held by Mr. Wenxi, a famous teacher in Jiangnan, and comments on the famous martial arts in today's world, and then, this Qionghua grand event is like a flower that is in full bloom and decline, and it has come to a strange end in a sudden rainstorm.

Mr. Moon Hee, including 8,000 diners, died tragically, the Jade Sword God 9,000 Shengsheng disappeared, and the Jacket Dance Division Rainstorm Heart Slave, who manipulated more than 1,000 dead soldiers to open the blood rain of hell, re-entered people's attention with a shuddering image. In just three days, after the disappearance of the hero post in March, the Jiangnan martial arts also suffered a wave of purges, and since then they have turned from prosperity to decline, following in the footsteps of the Central Plains martial arts.

In the past ten years, Nanwulin has developed a religion that has rapidly absorbed thousands of believers, and the location is the Yuansa Temple next to the Black Stone Mountain in a hilly area. The darkness is like a large hall embedded in the middle of the mountain, lit all day long, accompanied by the ghost of the forest, the black-robed and masked congregants bow and worship, the object is not a human or a god, but a picture of eyes and fire engraved on the stone wall.

The third day of Kuchikatsu's disappearance.

It was a dark day, and the clouds were gathering ominously.

In the temple, all the believers prayed to the totem they believed in day and night because of the change in the style of the dancer. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the temple, and the candles were dimmed. A jingling brass bell came from outside the hall from the wind, accompanied by the shadows swaying, playing an inexplicable song! All the black-robed believers looked at each other, and someone behind them turned around and asked, "What kind of person!" Outside the temple gate, a figure was reflected in the dim yellow light. The wind blew the copper bell and swayed, the copper bell was tied to the rope, and the three-foot long sword in his hand seemed to be just an ordinary iron sword.

"This martial arts is dying every day. A somewhat familiar voice came from outside the hall: "Ask the heavens and the earth to ask your mother, cross life and death and cross Baichuan!" As soon as the copper bell rang, the sword light flashed, and the sharp and incomparable sword light was like lightning, straight to split the darkness of the temple.

"Enemy attack!" Among the believers, there are also people who know martial arts, and they immediately lifted their black robes and took out the weapons below! But the sword light outside the hall turned, vibrating the air flow, and the invisible qi blade flowed rapidly in all directions, "One move, Changhe!" Qin Xiaochuan's voice also seemed to come from all directions, and the sound of copper bells jingled, accompanied by the crisp jingle of the sword qi. Many believers looked down and saw that the weapon in their hands had been broken and only half of it was left, and before they could react, it had been emitted by the sword qi in the sky, and their breath was closed and fell to the sky.

The chaotic sword qi of the Dao Dao twisted and swirled in the stone Jacket Palace, almost stirring the entire space into a pot of porridge, and the formation that the black-robed Jacket Sect had just gathered and barely formed was immediately dispersed, and a straight sword qi suddenly fell from the center, "The sun sets on the long river, and the desert is lonely!

In the center of the sword light, a black-clothed black-haired man showed his figure, his black-haired shawl was tied with a silver ribbon, and his narrow sleeves were easy to move. He is more than 1.8 meters tall, with loose and comfortable black cloth shoes under his feet, and there is no other outfit on his waist except for copper bells, and his appearance is quite passable, it is Qin Xiaochuan.

With a bang, the gate of the temple was widened by the sword. A deep sword mark appeared on the flat ground, and all the black-robed sect members who were in front of Qin Xiaochuan all fell to the sides, and the situation looked very tragic......

"Where's your boss?"

Qin Xiaochuan stuck his sword on the ground, his face was cold and without a smile, and he looked unsympathetic.

Behind him was the strange pair of eyes and fire eating diagrams, and a black-robed cultist on the ground barely got up, his eyes looked directly at the totem, and his face showed a strange expression, "Spread the great god, protect my soul!" After a word, this person jumped up as if he had accumulated all his strength, and attacked Qin Xiaochuan with his empty hands.

The black-robed people on the ground were not afraid of death, even if they didn't have weapons, they got up from the ground and dragged their injured bodies to Qin Xiaochuan, their expressions were weird, and the hall was gloomy! This is a cult...... Qin Xiaochuan's wrist twisted, and the iron sword rotated suddenly, and the sword wind protected his body. The five fingers of his left hand were closed, and from the sword marks on the ground suddenly grew emerald green rattans, and the rattans quickly rose upward, binding up all living creatures that he came into contact with!

Even Qin Xiaochuan himself was almost drawn by a green vine, and his seemingly cold face showed a trace of helplessness, and his fingers flicked away the scurrying green vine. The chilling sword wind made it impossible for the black-robed man to approach Qin Xiaochuan by half a step, and the nimble green vine faithfully tied up everyone present according to his wishes.

Qin Xiaochuan's right hand fell, and his curved fingers flicked the sword body, and there was a crisp sound on the ground, and the sword wind flickered, leaving only a few more scratches on the ground. "Your boss has given up on you. He held the hilt of the sword again with his right hand: "If you don't speak, I'm going to do it!" Is his expression not cold enough, or the means are not cruel enough, unless he has to, Qin Xiaochuan really doesn't want to kill. He was thinking carefully about whether to cut off people's hands first, or whether it was more threatening to stab a random sword and bleed first.

The black-robed man closest to him suddenly oozed a large amount of blood from the corner of his mouth. "The jacket is indestructible...... The dancer will avenge us...... "Even if the dancer no longer has mercy on everyone's lives and his methods have become so cruel, it is still the dancemaster who led everyone to accept the protection of the fire of the jacket in the first place! The strange smile on the black-robed man's face was even thicker, his voice was indistinct, and he actually killed himself by biting his tongue.

Qin Xiaochuan watched quietly. He will not save the person who looks for the dead himself.

A shadow appeared from inside the temple, and the moon vortex appeared silently beside it, "Found someone." The childish and hoarse voice under the cloak said softly.

Qin Xiaochuan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to collect his sword, and his body and the moon whirlpool melted into the wind together! He could feel that the faster he was, the more he could fit in with the surrounding airflow, and then he didn't need to spend a lot of strength to move forward with the wind speed, and the mechanics of the year were really not in vain.

It's dusk.

The clouds were thick, and damp water vapor drifted ahead. On a hill not far from the temple, several black boulders piled up a high platform, and at this time, the clouds were getting lower and lower, and under the influence of the evil qi in the underworld, very fine rain began to fall, and the rain was actually carrying the slightest wisps of disgusting fishy smell!

Qin Xiaochuan climbed the hill step by step. The Moon Vortex had disappeared into the darkness again after the news, and the further forward it went, the darker the sky became. On the high platform, the head of the dance department rested on his knees, his pale blue hair covered his dark eyes, his face was delicate and sickly pale, he wore a seven-headed serpentine crown, and his black robe was like a dark cloud in the sky covering the body of a young man who was leaning towards emaciation.

The rainstorm heart slave tilted his head, and was slowly wrapping the blood-stained human ear in the palm of his hand with a cloth and putting it into his arms, "The rain is coming, the wind is also coming, do you feel the sweet fragrance in this rain?" The voice of the rainstorm heart slave was soft and evil: "Ignorant person, let the heart slave guess your origin." Ah, must it be the great god of Jacket that guides you to receive the trills that belong to hell?"

The sky thundered, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the cold air seeped into the cracks of people's bones.

Qin Xiaochuan raised his long sword, and with a twist of the sword, it swept away the rain! The copper bell clanked again with his movements, invisibly breaking the suffocating atmosphere in the rain, "I don't want to say anything when I see you." He was straightforward: "I'm here for the most time!"

As soon as the three words came out, the temperature around him dropped by three points! The rainstorm heart slave did not move, and slowly stood up, the battle scythe had been screwed into his right hand, and the light blue hair set off an abnormal blush on his pale cheeks, "Congratulations, you have aroused my interest." The rain dripped down the cold sickle and fell to the ground, and the ripples slowly rippled out of the inky black color, "Hehehe, I will try my best to let you live longer and live more meticulously!" The cold wind urged the rain to move forward suddenly, and the killing intent spread outward in the torrential rain with an extremely arrogant and arrogant attitude!

Before the rainstorm heart slave made a move, he had already forced Qin Xiaochuan to take a step back and dilute the suffocating space in front of him! But Qin Xiaochuan also knew that this kind of illusion was just an illusion caused by the opponent's deliberate pressure, and he didn't need to care too much, but he must not be careless.

"What a pervert. ”

Qin Xiaochuan carried the sword in his hand, and suddenly a sword reappeared in the cuff with a turn of his left hand, the blade was slightly thinner, and the copper coin pattern was imprinted in the middle: "I can't carry it if I don't come out again!"

Seriously, the rain around this place seems to carry a gloomy dead air, pouring on the body to make people's limbs stiff, and the jacket dancer on the opposite side has an uncomfortable feeling in terms of face, emphasis or eyes, as if in the eyes of the rainstorm heart slave, only themselves exist in the world, and the rest of the people are just dead things waiting with heaven and earth to be destroyed by the war sickle!

The dead rain was suddenly blown up by the cold wind behind the black platform, turning into snowflakes falling from the sky.

"Those who are ruthless hurt people's lives, and those who hurt people do not spare their lives!" The white-haired shawl, also dressed in black, wore a cold and elegant feeling. Xiao Wuren pointed his sword at the ground, and slowly came from behind, his cold eyes showed a little more warmth when he came into contact with Qin Xiaochuan: "I came for Jiuqiansheng!"

The life of Xiao Zhenyue, the lord of the deserted city, was saved because of Jiuqiansheng and the most time, and the Xiao family was absent from the Qionghua banquet, but it did not mean that when the news of the life and death of the heart slave of Jiuqiansheng was unknown due to the heavy rain, Xiao no one, who had always valued affection, would not act because of this!

Even behind the scenes, there may be the real culprit of the March Catastrophe, waiting for an opportunity.

Qin Xiaochuan had two swords in his hands, and then looked at the rainstorm heart slave, his eyes were fearless: "It's the first time I've used the double swords, I heard that it should be more convenient." There's a sword trick I haven't tried yet, do you want to come?" He had completely ignored the Heavy Rain Heart Slave, but he was asking Xiao Wuren, who was standing still behind him and raising his hand and holding his breath to wait.

Xiao Wuren said slowly: "Wait for one more person." ”

In the cold rain, another person stepped from the left! "It's a mistake, it's been wasted, and it's the most time to turn into foam!"

With a gray and white high ponytail, a gray plaid linen cloth, and a handsome and cold face, he was slowly pulling out the long knife that seemed to be stained with blood on his waist: "I'm here to kill you!"

The three of them are divided into three directions, Xiao Wuren and Qin Xiaochuan have three swords, and there are blood stains on the most cloudy clothes on the opposite side that will have time to be washed off in the future, the blade is forward, and the invisible wind stirs the rain curtain, which seems to symbolize the ripples that suddenly stir up in the hearts of the people who control this rain curtain!

The rainstorm heart slave looked left and right, his eyes stayed on the most time, "hehehe......" A chuckle escaped from his mouth, and there was already a hint of madness in his eyes: "Listen, sprinkle sacrificial rain?

The rain turned blood-red in an instant, and the sky was completely dark. The dark environment, the bright red blood rain, as if the war scythe stirred, has turned the world into hell.

"Selfless, selfless, thoughtless, self-sacrificing, the witness of heaven!"

Xiao no one did not hesitate to start the trick as soon as possible.

Just as he had expected before, the Heavenly Sword Technique ran through the heavens and the earth, revealing a flaw in the evil technique of the Rainstorm Heart Slave in an instant! At the same time, Qin Xiaochuan's double swords moved with the wind.

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