The nameless answer of the sword came too easily, which made Qin Xiaochuan have doubts in his heart. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info He thought carefully for a while, and then looked at the sword nameless: "You agreed?" ”

Sword Nameless raised his head: "Is it safe to get drunk?" ”

Belch!

Qin Xiaochuan touched his nose and felt that he was a little stupid at this time: "When did you know?" "I know that he is secretly planning things with Leng Drunk to force this benevolent brother out of his own shadow.

"When you all told me that I died drunk at the hands of that swordsman." The sword stared at his hands namelessly, his expression unmoving. He went to the high cliff himself, and after the fight, he realized that something was wrong. With his drunken swordsmanship, even if he can't escape, he should leave a scar on the murderer's body. The swordsman named Tianji is indeed extremely fast and has a different breath and has used martial arts with people, but the scars on his body are not serious, and they don't look like cold drunkenness. If Qin Xiaochuan and Feng Lingyun were deliberately deceiving, what would be the reason? In hindsight, it became clear at a glance.

The sword was nameless, and naturally it would not be exposed, but it deliberately cooperated in the subsequent actions, and did not refuse all the requests of Qin San and the others.

Qin Xiaochuan doesn't know where Leng Zui is now. He certainly won't tell the truth. Shu Shigong's divination shows that he is drunk and safe, and he may have another chance, which is enough, and he can't manage too much.

"He's fine, and he may meet an old man and his skills will improve greatly." Qin Xiaochuan said: "You don't ask me why I want you to kill someone?" ”

"No need to ask." Sword Nameless raised his hand at this time and was about to drink, when he suddenly threw out a wine jug: "If you need it, I will help you!" "What's there to ask? This person's various behaviors are seen in his eyes, and even if he is momentarily puzzled, he also has trust from the heart. Even if it's reminiscing about the autumn year and a page of the book, isn't it the same attitude. Getting along for a long time is exactly what is evil and what the heart is, who can not know.

"Then I'll not give a reason for that." Qin Xiaochuan took the wine jug and put it on the ground seriously: "Come with me to quit drinking, and I will inform you where you are going later." I swear, you'll never regret it! ”

The sword is nameless, and it is in.

Who else can invite? Among those who are qualified and will not pick a son to run away halfway, Qin Xiaochuan does not intend to invite the second brother Xiao Zhongjian, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, who is actually very upright. The path he is going to take is not suitable for the righteous people at the moment. Except for the nameless sword, Qin San didn't plan to use any of them.

And the sword is nameless......

"Everyone should live for themselves. Now that you've figured it out, are you going to give yourself a more formal name? Qin Xiaochuan said: "For example, the eternal sky!" ”

Here, Qin kept walking back and forth between the night market and the inn, and Yuyangjun first went to another place in the Central Plains. He hadn't wanted to do it so quickly. Before last night's showdown, Vain Youlan had always had many reservations about Qin Xiaochuan. Qin San seems to be very unreliable in doing things, but there is always something surprising about it. Yuyang-kun has a different opinion from Sword Nameless, and feels that such a person is especially incomprehensible. Because it is completely impossible to predict Qin Xiaochuan's actions and hole cards at the next moment, in fact, it is very tricky.

Yuyangjun shook his feather fan lightly and stepped on a wasteland. There are so many uninhabited places in the Bitter Realm, and the results of Tiance Zhenlong's operation for several years have been ruined by the recent martial arts conflicts. The righteous people are scattered, and those people don't need to make a move. If the people do not have a certain guarantee, they do not dare to open up the wasteland rashly, so they can only retreat into their homes, hoping that someone among their children and grandchildren will come out and return to protect their neighbors. How can there be peace in this way? How can the hardship not be so difficult! But this kind of thing Yuyangjun rarely thinks about it, because it has long been commonplace.

"The waves of the black river do not extinguish the desire of the people. The empty valley is youlan, and the tide of love that does not change the state of the world! With a fan in his hand, the barren grass on all sides was strong in the wind, swaying like waves, shaking the pressing silence here layer by layer!

"Huh?" Some people immediately questioned. There are people in the hinterland of the wasteland who practice here, a trace of blonde hair blows in the wind, and a gun wind leads to thunder: "Who are you?" "Hundreds of years ago, Xuanyuan, a strong man in the troubled times who crisscrossed the martial arts, was undefeated, and Tianyang Muyungao was full of doubts in his heart at this time. Since losing contact with his master, he has been separated from his colleagues and left alone in this deserted wasteland, only occasionally making trips to the nearby market to replenish supplies.

Before noticing that someone had stepped into this place, a dark blue butterfly slowly flew over and stopped on the pile of dry food that Mu Yungao had just bought. Then there is a second butterfly, flickering its wings and swirling around the package containing a change of clothes.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Yuyang Jun said: "The point is, I know who you are." ”

Clothing, food, shelter and transportation.

As long as he determines a general range, he can always find the person he seriously wants to find through these four directions. Hundreds of years ago, Xuanyuan was undefeated and challenged everywhere, and once set foot in the ghost town of Heihe. After being reborn under the name of "Yuyang Jun", she had received the baptism of the Immortal Spring in the Heavenly Desolate Immortal City, and she felt that her abolished martial bones were gradually recovering, so she urgently needed a weapon to take advantage of.

Swords and swords are really not what the Black River City Lord is good at, and it is not suitable to use them to disguise their identity. Xuanyuan was undefeated and once picked several masters in the gun world, and then he was tasteless and transferred the weapon to his subordinates. This incident was once regarded as a shame in the gun world, but in the eyes of Yuyangjun, it became an opportunity at this time.

Serendipity.

After stepping into the martial arts as the lord of a ghost city, Vain Youlan had the opportunity to teach her a style of marksmanship. He can only use this type of marksmanship for eight points, but it is enough to deal with the current situation.

"Seven Divine Spears, is it on your side?"

Yuyangjun faced Mu Yungao directly. Mu Yungao's expression changed, and at this moment he smelled a strange aroma from the wind, like an extremely light light orchid fragrance. Before he could react, a slight sound suddenly bloomed in his ears, and a soul-devouring pain spread down his blood veins and spread throughout his body, making people can't help but let out a heart-rending wail!

Mu Yungao was bleeding from his seven orifices, first a worm with the length of a fingernail desperately surged out of the most fragile eyeball, and then the second and third, blooming extremely bright blood flowers all over his body. When the Seven Divine Spears fell to the ground, the worms turned into blue butterflies one after another. Countless butterflies are born bathed in blood flowers, trembling and spreading their wings, like blue orchids suddenly blooming in the wind!

"You...... Are you-" The Seven Divine Spears were no longer able to make another move, Mu Yungao's eyes were blind, and the severe pain had destroyed his sanity in an instant, and he howled wildly, causing the thunder of the heavens, but in the fierce turmoil, he could not hurt the people who were close at hand.

Yuyangjun slowly half-covered his lips with a feather fan. His eyes did not have any emotion, the lord of Heihe City was originally a very cold person, the eggs of the ghost butterfly were as small as dust and were not afraid of high temperatures, they would invade the human body through food and breathing, slowly lurking and absorbing the human body, and finally awakened by the incense of insects, and bloomed the most gorgeous flowers in an instant. For the sake of this Seven Divine Spear, he chose to sacrifice everyone within a hundred miles of the wasteland who had access to insect eggs in the market. Without the effect of insect incense, the ghost butterfly will only latent and will not hatch, but it will slowly consume a person's vitality over time, and eventually with the death of the owner, only one of the countless insect eggs will break out of the cocoon and automatically return to his body.

"You know who I am now." As soon as Yuyang Jun's feather fan was raised, the Seven Divine Spears automatically detached from Mu Tiangao's palm and returned to his feet: "But...... Good bye! ”

The next moment when the catalyzed ghost butterflies spread their wings, they withered like petals. The ground was quickly covered with a layer of butterfly carcasses, which quickly decomposed into mud. Complementing this beautiful and cruel scene is a body full of holes and only a few breaths left to squirm slightly, and after the vocal cords are destroyed, it can't even cry, and is about to die silently.

At this time, Yuyangjun remembered Qin Xiaochuan. Does the collaborator who is bent on being a good person based on the underworld know what kind of tortuous and cruel path he is facing? The long opposition between black and white, good and evil, is not just an empty word. Those who want to give order to the darkness must first base themselves on the darkness, and what kind of determination have the people from the northern regions, who are full of contradictions, have made?

Qin Xiaochuan has left Tongfu Town again.

According to the agreement he had made, he lit a special incense stick on a hillside a mile away from Tongfu Town. Guided by the green smoke, the clouds changed in an instant, and the sun-drenched sky was gradually obscured by the haze, and then the thunder flashed, and the dark clouds enveloped the area.

With bursts of lightning dazzling, a pitch-black and translucent bridge gradually extended downward from the clouds, impartially extending to Qin Xiaochuan's feet.

He familiarly ascended the Broken Pole Suspension Bridge, and saw a long-lost figure in an ethereal space at the top of the cloud layer that was all constructed by formations.

Dressed in an indigo gorgeous show-patterned shirt, his hair color is black and purple, he wears a draping silk silk with a crown on his head, and he holds a blue-purple feather fan and shakes it gently behind his back, although he notices the visitor, he will not turn around: "Today and today, your bearing has made great progress......

Qin Xiaochuan's progress is very obvious.

Yin Qiujun was also curious in his heart. When he first saw Qin Xiaochuan, the other party was still a weak person who couldn't apply his cultivation. After going to the Hanhai Primeval Forest a few times, this person has become stronger little by little through his understanding. Now that we meet on the cloud bridge, Qin Xiaochuan's breath is no longer measurable. This is not to say that the gap between the two is obvious enough to distinguish the winner from the loser, but that the winner will inevitably have to go through a hard battle.

Maybe Yin Qiujun didn't find out about it himself.

His attitude towards this person who seemed to be a junior of his friend Wolongxing gradually equalized with the passage of time: "This time, is there finally news of the immortal origin?" ”

"I'm looking for you." Qin Xiaochuan said.

"Oh?"

was so direct, but it made Yin Qiujun's expression move: "What kind of thing is it?" ”

"Give you a way out."

Qin Xiaochuan's fingers moved, and he had already stroked the hilt of the black sword: "You help me kill someone!" ”