The dense bamboo forest is stirred by the breeze, and the bamboo tip rises and falls in the wind like a girl's skirt. The dense green of the bamboo forest makes it impossible to see the killing machine hidden in the forest. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's coming!" Shadow hung on the bamboo waist, and the black cloak was covered by bamboo leaves, and the fresh smell of bamboo leaves made him refreshed and cheered up. Shadow raised his hand. The five fingers were clenched into fists, and the sound of the wind on the tip of the bamboo rustled sounded, and there was no trace to be seen at a glance, but the killing machine was in it.

The dragon is still hanging with a cold face, you can see the path below through the bamboo leaves, this is the only way down the mountain, you must pass through this dense bamboo forest if you want to go down the mountain, the stone steps with the breath of the years and months float on the newly fallen bamboo leaves, the stone steps are winding, and a line of monks slowly and slowly line up like a snake with a short tail, "Shaolin Temple? After Long Aotian learned that the Tianshan people guarded by Luoyang Sword King Mingtian had escaped, he ordered the dragon to ambush here, and the people of the Tianshan faction could not be killed, but the leader must die. Wei Wei sneered in his heart, Long Aotian is a coward after all, even if he is the first in the martial arts world, he is still afraid that his supremacy will be threatened, so the order he gave is also very interesting, "You can not kill the little people, but those who have the ability must die..." After all, he made a mess of his Shadow Sect. The fingertips tapped lightly on the bamboo, making a "tuk tuk" sound that only he could hear, "Are you ready to go back and punish me for failing the mission?" he pondered. At this moment, a red gaze shot at the opposite side, the pair of mad eyes made the dragon unnaturally avoid, the shadow was asking him, the dragon stretched out his hand, five fingers into a fist, the blood-red eyes and red pupils were hidden under the black cloak.

Yan Yan carried the corpse of Monk Yongjing and walked carefully step by step on the stairs, afraid that a little bump would wake up the sleeping old monk, obviously he would never wake up again. He walked in the front, he wanted to send the master back to the Shaolin Temple quickly, send it home, the yellow boots under his feet were a little slippery on the green fallen leaves, Yan Yan had to slow down, it was easy to walk after this bamboo forest, although it was a mountain road, but in the days of Shaolin Temple, he had not walked a little rough mountain road, so after this bamboo forest, he could speed up after walking this winding stone path, "Master, go back soon!" The old monk Yongjing lay on his back, his white eyebrows fell on the side of his neck, and he turned his head sideways and whispered to the master. Yan Yan's chest suddenly tingled, like a needle pricking his heart again, "It turns out that the monk can't avoid being sad?" He couldn't help but ask his aching heart, the so-called cultivation of Buddhism, the so-called cultivation of the heart still can't escape the suffering of life, the joys and sorrows of mortal life. "Tianshan?!Shadow Sect?!" Yan Yan muttered, "Shaolin Temple will definitely give Master justice!" he whispered, but his tough tone was like an oath. The sun suddenly spilled down and pierced his eyes, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes sideways, and even beautiful things were malicious when people were sad. He glanced back, the dense bamboo forest had blocked the view of Wanjian Villa, and he could no longer see the house of Wanjian Villa, but he could hear footsteps from a distance, and the people of the Tianshan Sect seemed to have also descended the mountain, "Let's go!" Yan Yan said, after leaving the bamboo forest, it was a good avenue, and he took the lead in speeding up, because the footsteps behind him annoyed him, making him have an urge to turn back and take revenge...

The fingers of the dragon lightly tapped the bamboo knot and stopped, and the usual relaxed color on his calm face was also put away, and a line of purple-clothed people passed under his feet, and the line of more than a dozen people seemed a little long on the winding path, but the girl in blue at the end made him inadvertently look at it twice. "Is it an important role?" Spirits shook her head, "No!" Even though the look on her face made people can't help but look at it more, that dejected look is by no means something that a master can show. Just thinking about it, the red gaze shot again, "What a hurry!" the dragon muttered, he stretched out his hand, and the five fingers that had been originally into a fist were stretched, as if he was holding an explosive in his hand......

Ling Li walked in the front, his steps were light and he couldn't wait to leave the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, who knew if Long Aotian would send pursuers up, Tang Liang was covering everyone at the back of the team, Ling Xinyue buried his head low, his eyes were scattered, looking at the yellowed stone steps, and occasionally looked up at Ling Yuelun who was carrying a Tianshan disciple on his back in front of him, "Why is this happening?" She couldn't figure it out, why did this world do this? Why do you want to die or die, she thought of Zhang Xiaoyu again, that little senior brother, when they returned to the bamboo forest again, Zhang Xiaoyu's body could not be found. "Why is this happening?" Ling Xinyue didn't understand, she remembered Jiang Yun's red and terrifying eyes again, obviously he was just an ordinary and cute big boy, she wanted to escape, she wanted to leave. Suddenly, a shout interrupted his thoughts......

"Be careful!" Ling Li reminded, followed by the man in black who fell from the sky.

"What's the situation?" Before some of the disciples could react, their necks were wiped off. Ling Xinyue raised her frightened eyes in a daze, and a black-clothed assassin stabbed her with a short knife, so frightened that she sat down on the ground and closed her eyes, no one wanted to die in an unknown way, and no one wanted to die at an end that they didn't like.

"Little junior sister!" Tang Liang's eyes were quick, and he slashed at the attacking assassin with a sword, which extended from a long cut in the back of his neck to the back of his heart, and the short knife in his hand could no longer swing before falling to the ground. Tang Liang picked up Ling Xinyue and looked around vigilantly, and said, "It's okay!" Ling Xinyue didn't answer, as if she was frightened by the sudden sneak attack. Tang Liang glanced back, and saw that the little junior sister was not injured, so he relieved his heart, and he didn't have time to care about him anymore, because a black-clothed assassin stabbed the heart of the disciple next to him with a short knife, and he hurriedly swung his sword away, but the assassin came to block it with a short knife, and took advantage of the situation to bounce back on the bamboo waist.

Ling Xinyue suddenly exclaimed, he stretched out his hand and shouted "ah", Tang Liang followed the gaze of Ling Xinyue's fingers, only to see Ling Yuelun's disciple who was seriously injured on his back rolled to the ground, rolling down the winding stone steps to a green bamboo on the side of the road, his throat was still bleeding, Ling Yuelun came out of his back, and his unconscious body hit the corner of the stone steps without any consciousness.

"Palace Master?" Tang Liang hurriedly rushed over to help Ling Yuelun up, but three more people rushed from all directions to block his way at this moment, and he had to raise the sword in his hand to parry with a cold gaze.

White frost pressed against Ling Li's back, "What about the second palace master?" Her voice was no longer cold, it sounded a little aggrieved, with a crying tone, like an unhindered girl who had been robbed of her beloved rag doll, he was very helpless, and even felt hopeless, because he saw the flesh and blood flying on the stairs behind him, and the corpses fell on the stone steps, falling on the side of the road, it was like hell! She looked at the dead fellow disciples one by one, "Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, Sixth ....." Tears flew out of the corners of his eyes, and the sword in his hand was trembling. A bang sounded in her ears, and the buzzing tinnitus frightened her to let go of the sword in her hand and fall to the ground, turning her head to look, only to see a cold sword cut off the short knife of an attacking assassin, and then cut off the assassin's neck...... "What are you doing? Don't be distracted!" Ling Li's shout made Bai Shuang sober up a little, and he held the sword in his hand again against Ling Li's back, although her feet trembled, she held the sword in her hand tightly, so that the green tendons on the back of his hand showed off the frosty white skin.

Suddenly, Bai Shuang felt a huge impact on his back, making him unsteady and staggering forward a few steps to show that he was lying on the ground, and when he turned his head, he saw a guy with a black cloak wrapped around his whole body standing in front of Ling Li, obviously he was the one who had just shot. Ling Li's solemn expression on the Snow Falcon Sword in one hand made his mediocre face look a little terrifying.

"Two... The palace master ......, "Bai Shuang wanted to remind the palace master to be careful, but he couldn't speak clearly. In the blink of an eye, the black cloak escaped from his sight, and when he looked around, he appeared on top of Ling Li's head, looking up at Bai Shuang, he saw a pair of red pupils that people didn't dare to look at directly, and under the shroud of the black cloak, it was like a monster hidden in the dark, revealing only a pair of cannibalistic eyes.

Although the snow falcon sword was half a beat, it finally caught up, and the cold air burst out from the tip of the sword to prepare for the attacking monster......

Jiang Yunguang had some difficulty walking, and he had to rely on Xiao Lang's support to walk.

"You say that I have done something wrong, I want to save you guy!" Xiao Lang complained, but the steps under his feet did not dare to slow down after all, this ghost place should leave quickly, maybe it will be impossible to leave if it is slow.

Jiang Yun was silent, his heart tingled, he felt his powerlessness again, he felt useless again, humiliation, helplessness, anger, these emotions could not cheer him up, he wanted to close his eyes and fall down forever, he wanted to sleep beautifully and never wake up.

"Hey, hey, hey... People don't just live to take revenge, people don't take a goal as a goal for a lifetime!" Xiao Lang's voice sounded in Jiang Yun's ears, "People, you can live without heart and lungs, and you can live very happily! Live without pain....." Xiao Lang suddenly stopped, the hazy breath in the bamboo forest made his heart beat violently, and then a sound of sword fighting came into his ears, Xiao Lang sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose, the smell of blood..."Something happened!" His brows squeezed into an inverted triangle.

Jiang Yun still looks like he is going to die, like a walking corpse who has been hooked away from his soul!

"Count me against you!" Xiao Lang complained in his mouth, pulled Jiang Yun to his back, and then carried it lightly, stepping on a big stone and jumping onto the bamboo tip, and then passing through the bamboo forest was tantamount to sending him to death, Xiao Lang didn't think that he could beat anyone with his three-legged cat kung fu.

The sound of rustling across the bamboo tips drowned out the sound of fighting, and the wind above the bamboo forest was very strong, and the clothes that blew were dancing wildly. The wind suddenly exhaled and increased its strength, which made it a little difficult for Xiao Lang, who was carrying a person on his back, to move forward, and the strong wind blew into his eyes and made tears involuntarily flutter out.

"The sound of the fight is ahead!" Xiao Lang was thinking about whether to go around a little farther away or pass directly above them, one would make him much slower, and the other would make it a little more dangerous. Just thinking about the pain in his ankle, the bamboo tip could no longer bear his weight, and a dart hit his ankle, and the air was muffled by the sound of the wind at the bamboo tip, and he couldn't hear it at all. Xiao Lang and the two only felt that the world was turned upside down in an instant, and their bodies fell uncontrollably, and in helplessness, Xiao Lang reached out and grabbed the bamboo branch, but Jiang Yun on his back slipped down, Xiao Lang grabbed Jiang Yun with one hand, and the corpse-like body made him unable to bear it with one hand, "Bastard, wake up!" Xiao Lang couldn't help but scold.

"Sorry, you're in the wrong place!" a cold voice sounded.

Looking at the voice, Xiao Lang's heart trembled even more, "It's you?"