Lhotse Shang stepped into the puddle and immediately felt wrong, as if he had stepped on a puddle of paste. In this kind of wilderness, it is normal for www.biquge.info to have a puddle of water on the ground, and few people will pay attention to this. However, water is not water, but a space formed by magic, and a large group of killers are hidden inside.

The battle next door ended too quickly, forcing the conspirators behind the scenes to give up trying to remember the autumn year's swordsmanship, and everything was mainly to take the life of Lhotse Shang. Lhotse Shang was young and vigorous when he first came out of the rivers and lakes, and he had already seen a prophetic painting about his death in the lair of the Styx painter, and he added a few strokes to it. So, according to the painting, Lhotse Shanghe should have been torn apart by a sword and died.

Miserable.

In the night, the hook came again, and the black shadow was heavy, and it instantly hit the Lhotse Shang who couldn't move his feet!

At the moment of crisis, Lhotse Shang turned sideways to avoid the hook, and the sword light surrounded him like a stream of autumn water, and the blood light burst out, aiming at the wrist of the opponent holding the knife. But the real killing machine comes from the puddle, the murderous aura is outward, making people's hearts cold, the sword is like the moon rushing out from the bottom to the top, and a killer in silver clothes covering his head and face suddenly appeared from the puddle and appeared behind Lhotse Shang.

"Kill!"

Several black-clothed people rushed over desperately, and in the dark shadows, there were many hooks. The Luozi Shang sword came out of his hand, and the sword swept across the air under the urging of his skill, but his footsteps were trapped and he couldn't avoid it, and he was stabbed twice in the back of his shoulder. "Autumn Thoughts Blade!" The sword light slashed out in a row, trying to force back the man in black, and at the same time taking advantage of the gap to attack the defender who was covered in silver at the rear. However, the silver-clad masked man did not say a word, and his body was short, and he disappeared into the puddle again. The murderous aura was faint, which made Luo Zishang feel ominous in his heart. At this moment, the black-clothed masked people around him had already approached Luo Zishang even though they were desperately wounded, and they finally succeeded in entwining his hands.

Those who wield swords cannot move their hands or feet, and even if it only takes a moment to break free from the ropes, it has already created a terrible opportunity for the enemy to steal the eyes.

There was a brilliant light in front of Luo Zishang's eyes, and it was the sword light that had already reflected the darkness. The silver-clothed masked man jumped out from front of him without a sound, and with a brilliant light of water, he suddenly slashed with a cross sword!

The sword light was deadly, and Lhotse Shang had broken free from the rope that trapped his wrist, and the sword was raised to try to shake the knife. However, he was one step too late after all. The moment the blade cut through his clothes and touched his skin without hesitation, Lhotse Shang's face did not move, and his eyes were fixed on the person in the sky. In the face of death, he was quite open-minded, and what flashed in his heart for a moment was - unfortunately, Yi Qiunian was about to send the white-haired people to the black-haired people.

On the other side, Qin Xiaochuan was in a hurry.

He also miscalculated.

After all, insiders and bystanders have different perspectives, and when Qin Xiaochuan is involved in martial arts, he naturally enters the eyes of others. Unable to maintain the position of a bystander, it is equivalent to being counted into the game together, at first Qin Xiaochuan thought that saving a Lhotse Shang would be done in minutes, but he never thought that the first thing that the behind-the-scenes planner was targeting himself. Even if today's martial arts remove the traces of the wind, remember the autumn year, Tiance Zhenlong and others, few people can be seen by him. Qin Xiaochuan stepped in the direction of Lhotse Shang's distress, but was stopped again.

At this time, he was not far from Lhotse Shang, and he could vaguely hear the sound of fighting in front of him. But in the darkness, the moon shadow was dim, and suddenly the clouds changed, and a huge black claw with a ghostly aura poked down!

Boom, the black sword was in the air, unsheathed, and collided with the black claw volley. Qin Xiaochuan was unwilling to stop there, but the masked man who had been pumped away and vomited blood before swooped down from behind the black claw again, and a desperate sword light burst out of the night in an instant. This person's martial arts belong to a first-class master, and if he really wants to deliberately entangle, he can also cause some trouble.

The strange whistle in the shadows became more and more urgent, as if to symbolize that time was running out.

A glittering green light flashed out of the night. Qin Xiaochuan's expression did not move, and his murderous intent had risen! The black sword flew back in the air, and after a spin, it was held with his backhand, and in an instant, he drew the sword in an instant, and it was diagonally upward, and the moonlight was already dyed bright red and flying blood. It's just a mistake in the dark night, the shape of the body changes slightly under the moonlight, there is no puddle to trap the footsteps, almost at the moment when the sword bursts out, Qin Xiaochuan is already standing behind the person, the black sword blade is facing downward, dripping a little bright red.

The sword light froze, slamming into the ground to disperse the dust of the earth, and the silver-purple scarf on the masked man's face was torn apart by the sword qi in an instant, revealing a pair of godless eyes and a line of blood slowly spreading down from his forehead. A moment later, the pieces of silver-clothed armor scattered in all directions, and the two half-pieces of the body fell to the sides in dust, and the flesh and intestines were scattered to the ground...... This is not a small piece of paper flying all over the sky.

For a moment, Qin Xiaochuan thought that he had seen a small piece of paper in the sky.

However, there was silence all around, and the fighting in front of him had stopped, and he stopped and did not need to rush over.

Lhotse Shang is in distress.

He was alive and not dead.

At the most critical moment, a volley of green light came from the moonlight. The sword always comes faster than a person, and the scream that comes from breaking through the sound barrier almost shatters the eardrums of the weaker in an instant, and it can't help but slow down the movements of the other silver-clad man with a splash of water.

The knife slammed into each other with the whistling sound, and it was only then that Lhotse Shang saw that the green light was actually a thin and crystalline sword.

The demon sword is about three fingers wide, tempered for a hundred years, the sword body is as light and thin as a bladeless, and it blends into the moonlight like light and shadow, and its speed is so fast that the sound barrier sound of the sound barrier instantly knocks away all the black-clothed people around!

Boom, the puddle suddenly lifted a one-person-high mist, and the fog obscured the sight of the two people in front of and behind Lhotse Shang and the mulchman.

Under the moonlight, a hazy soul shadow came out of the demon sword, and in an instant, he held the sword in his backhand, and turned back to slash! At the moment when the silver-clothed covered man narrowly split Luo Zishang into eight petals with two swords, Yingying Demon Light had already passed through the body of the covered person with the sword intent.

Time freezes.

Lhotse's flesh and skin opened, but the knife was powerless, unable to continue to penetrate and cut off the bones.

The silver-clad man staggered a few steps and pierced Lhotse Shang - the upper body crossed Lhotse Shang's shoulder, and the lower half of his body was still struggling in the puddle, and the blood was raining down, but it was absorbed by the strange sword. The moonlight shone in the night, the soul shadow dissipated, and the demon sword sank into the puddle with a thud, and the rising mist suddenly evaporated the puddle.

Poof. Two more stumps fell to the ground. This battle delayed Qin Xiaochuan's footsteps, but he failed to find out his origin, and he was seriously injured by Luo Zishang, but he was broken by the demon sword with the soul acting on his own and failed to take his life. Behind the scenes the layout fails!

With his feet freed from his confinement, Lhotse Shang stepped back directly, and blood flowed from two knife wounds on his chest that penetrated deep into the flesh. As soon as his eyes were closed, the person had fallen backwards, but he was picked up in Qin Xiaochuan's arms.

The demon sword hummed, as if it was inviting merit, and then automatically and spontaneously turned into a turquoise light and returned to the sleeves of the white robe.

"Thank you. ”

Qin Xiaochuan said: "Long time no see. Brother Liang. ”

There is a soul hidden in the demon sword.

Hanahime has mentioned it before.

Later, Qin Xiaochuan always wanted to find someone to help take a look, but he really didn't have time. In the Sealed Sword Tower, Xi Xiqi also mentioned that this sword has an autonomous consciousness, and it is not a sword spirit transformation, but it will interfere with his sword realization process. He has also been recalling that the demon sword has never left his body since it was formed, if there is really a foreign soul hidden in the sword, who will it be most likely?

It was before the Demon Sword was formed.

At that time, Qin Xiaochuan was still in Nanwulin and had experienced a deserted city.

Obsession can turn a dead person into a ghost. Time can never be turned back, so Qin Xiaochuan can't know what kind of obsession the big brother who led him in the first place has, and how he became a ghost and hid it in the sword. He put away the demon sword and left the woods with Lhotse Shang on his shoulder.

Lhotse Shang lived in Yuli Garden.

Send the person back to heal first.

A day later.

Yi Qiunian returned to Yuli Garden to find an apprentice, and as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he smelled a bloody smell, and he already felt wrong in his heart. He calmly raised his hand to touch his beard, stepped into the door, and almost thought that he was in the wrong place:

"What's going on?"

Qin Xiaochuan appeared in Lhotse Shang's room, leaned against the wall, and took a soft cloth to slowly wipe the demon sword that looked like he wanted to struggle. The black sword was safely placed in its scabbard, and was peacefully suspended from its waist.

A long strip on the bed is covered with a white cloth.

"I'm so sorry about the autumn year. Your apprentice just hung up. ”