Li Xuan waited until the middle of the moon, but he didn't see Zhou Wei. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What's going on, there were a total of fourteen competitions today, but Zhou Wei didn't appear from beginning to end, which is a bit unreasonable.

In the dark, Li Xuan looked at the pair of deacon disciples walking under the tree. In the evening, the search intensified, rather than weakened.

Quietly sliding under the tree, dodging waves of guards, Li Xuan decided to escape after dark.

Anyway, things have come to this point, running is death, and not escaping is death.

Li Xuan has never been a person who sits still, rather than handing over his fate to others, it is better to pick up the baton of fate and play his own symphony.

After making up his mind, Li Xuan found the right direction to go to the mountain gate outside and quickly dived over.

Passing by the courtyard where Long Po lived, an irrepressible impulse came to his mind.

All his hardships and sufferings are due to this man, and if he does not leave him an unforgettable lesson, he will not suffer in vain.

Just do what you say, and don't drag it at all.

With Li Xuan's current skills and strength, as long as he was not a figure at the level of the elder of the Luo Tian Sect Hall, he would not find himself in the state of his constrictive aura.

Soon approached Long Po's house.

Li Xuan saw Long Po sitting alone at the stone table outside the small courtyard at a glance, holding a jar of wine and pouring it into his stomach.

"Why don't you believe me?" and "Why would you rather believe a foreign brat?"

"Little junior sister, why don't you want to believe me?"

It looks quite painful, and it doesn't look like Long Po in Li Xuan's impression at all.

No matter how rubbish Long Po is, at least his feelings for his senior sister are still true, but he has become a little perverted because of his paranoia and selfishness.

For the sake of my sister, I will spare you from death, but I must let you suffer enough to vent my hatred.

Just as Li Xuan was making a move, he saw a black-robed man with a wide pocket appear in Long Po's courtyard.

It was the black-robed man who killed those deacon disciples in front of Li Xuan yesterday.

Although he drank a lot of wine, for a martial arts master like Long Po, the alcohol in his body could be evaporated in an instant.

When the black-robed man stepped into the small courtyard, Long Po had already felt it, and at this time he raised his head, his eyes were clear, and he didn't have the vague appearance he had when he was drunk just now.

"Are you crazy? It's very close to my master's house. Long Po said in a low voice.

"There's an important matter, I have to come to you in person" The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and ugly, as if he hadn't spoken for many years.

After speaking, the figure of the black-robed man was revealed, and he swept into the distance.

Long Po saw the black-robed man snatching away, and hesitated a little, but immediately moved to follow.

After Li Xuan waited for Long Po to follow, he also followed from behind. 、

This black-robed man really had something to do with Long Po, but he was bumped into by himself, and he was in trouble.

The figures of the two people in front of them quickly disappeared in front, and Li Xuan followed unhurriedly, always maintaining a distance of about five hundred meters.

In an environment like this, the visual distance of the average master is only two hundred meters away, which is already a very good distance.

But because of the terminal system, Li Xuan saw that five hundred meters away, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

The reason why the distance is so far away is, firstly, that I am afraid of startling the snake, and secondly, I am afraid of an ambush.

Over the years, Li Xuan has long developed the habit of being cautious, otherwise he would not have struggled until now.

After running for about half an hour, the black-robed man stopped, and Long Po stood a foot behind him.

"Just say what you have to say?" Long Po's tone revealed that he was born cold.

".........," the black-robed man said a slurred word.

Long Po didn't hear clearly, so he took a step forward and asked, "What did you say?"

The black-robed man turned around and walked towards Long Po, opening his mouth to say something.

At this time, the mutation protruded, and the body of the black-robed man disappeared from the spot in an instant. A cold glow suddenly appeared between him and Long Po.

This cold aura had just emitted a moving light, and then it had suddenly dissipated into nothingness.

The black-robed figure suddenly vanished.

In fact, in Li Xuan's vision, it was because the speed of the black-robed man was too fast, and it was impossible to capture his trajectory with normal human eyes.

And that brilliance is a short sword.

The short sword stabbed out from under the black-robed man's robe, as fast as lightning, and when the sword was released, the black-robed man's arm showed an irregular tremor, which was also the reason why the short sword in his hand flashed out like a stream of moonlight.

Long Po felt a great crisis in an instant, and his body almost subconsciously retreated sharply to the back.

His arms were already hugging his chest, and the vitality in his body suddenly rushed out of his acupoint, and for a while it was like an angry dragon rolling.

The vigorous Gang Qi was like a transparent and thick shield that tightly wrapped Long Po's body.

The orange-red flames set off the dragon break like an ancient fire god.

But all this did not stop the advance of the short sword in the hand of the black-robed man.

This sword does not have any fixed pattern, and there is no sword move.

It's a concise and capable sword.

Pursue the ultimate in speed and power.

Li Xuan thought to himself, if he was attacked like this under the premise of being defenseless, the best result would be to exchange injuries for injuries.

This sword easily pierced Long Po's protective qi, pierced Long Po's arms on his chest, and then pierced into Long Po's chest.

The black-robed man was outrageously accurate in terms of the timing of the sword, the speed of the sword, and the angle of the sword.

Even if Li Xuan came over to do it, with the help of the terminal system, he could only be better than this black-robed man.

The red flames streaked a straight red line in the air, and you could even smell the faint smell of burnt clothes.

Long Po's hands were nailed to his chest, and the major arteries of his heart had been accurately cut off by the black-robed man.

Now he could clearly feel the power passing by, and his life had come to an end.

"Why?" said Long Po's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die in vain, I will definitely fulfill your wish and let Li Xuan go down to accompany you." The black-robed man said coldly.

The dragon broke to the ground, ending his path of infinite potential prematurely.

Life is like this sometimes, always surprise or surprise you when you don't expect it, and these are things that you can't control.

I will never see the smiling face of the little junior sister again, this is the last thought that froze in Long Po's mind.

In less than three breaths, the battle was over.

The black-robed man made too abrupt moves, and in terms of strength, he was obviously not on the same level as Long Po, even if he was against him, he would only be beaten.

From the aura exuded by the black-robed man at that moment just now, it could be seen that this person was stronger than all the first-class masters Li Xuan had seen before.

But why didn't he counter himself last night when he was being chased by himself?

It seems that there is something else hidden in this.

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