Lu Caiwen's pale face returned to some blood.

"What is the details of this Luo Daguang? Haven't you found out yet? I'm going to cut him with a thousand knives! Let his clan die without a place to be buried!"

"Tell the young master, not yet. ”

"If you can't find out after half an hour, you should go down and wait for him first!"

Yang Fengqing nodded and continued to move forward, while Ying Xuemei stood in front and looked at him.

When passing by Ying Xuemei, Yang Fengqing's right hand suddenly reached out and gently patted her long sleeve.

The flute that she hid fell, and Yang Fengqing caught it lightly.

"Ahh

Ying Xuemei wanted to snatch it back, but Yang Fengqing turned around and took the stage.

He put the flute in front of the mask, looked like he was smelling it, and shook his head comfortably.

Ying Xuemei's mask was a little wet, it was because of the blushing of her face, and the mist that appeared on the mask with hot air.

"You-"

"Don't worry, I'll give it back to you. ”

Although Ying Xuemei was angry, arguing with Yang Fengqing here at this time was not her style.

Turn around and walk briskly down the platform and sit back in your seat.

"Zizi, this person is too shameless to dare to do such frivolous behavior in front of everyone. ”

Ying Runan: "......"

Viciously glanced at the bayberry.

Yangmeizi immediately lost her voice, not because she was afraid, but because she didn't understand.

The sound of swallowing saliva rang out from all corners, and she looked at the people who swallowed saliva, all men, and all stared at the flute in the hand of the disciple.

Many of them had red eyes, and it seemed that they were very angry with the disciples.

"Is Mu Yi so beautiful? I can't see my face, so many men fall in love with him. And why are they so angry, but they don't speak out against the disciples? ”

Bao Xing looked excited, waving his right arm. There was a tingling pain in his left waist, and he was about to scream subconsciously, and the sound of Xiao Green gritting his teeth came to his ears.

"Damn little thief, if you weren't him, you'd be finished!"

Yang Zan rubbed his forehead.

"Childe, this is too bold! In this way, we will have to deal with more than those three forces. ”

Luo Daguang looked up at the sky.

"God have mercy on my eighty-year-old mother, three-year-old child, I must not be caught!"

Ergou punched him in the chest.

"Eighty-year-old mother, three-year-old child, fuck off! Zizi, don't use your name in Guangwu in the future. Haha-"

Click-

The high-grade bamboo fan in Lu Caiwen's hand was cut in two.

"Ahhh

Smelling the smell of memory, Yang Fengqing felt a little more relaxed.

One hand holds a sword, the other holding a flute.

The name of this song is Xiaoao Jianghu, and it is composed by a certain senior who is virtuous and high-looking. ”

The flute sounded, and the sword beeped.

"Babble-"

With a long roar, no matter who it is, no matter what kind of mood it is at this time, his consciousness is clear in an instant.

Different from the previous hoarse voice, the clear and thick sound of vicissitudes complements each other in the sound of flutes and swords.

"A sword fluttering, a lifetime of laughter

The floating world is squeezing, and the human affection is insignificant

A sword flutters and a lifetime of laughter

Spread a song of the old world

A total of one life, the water is far away and the mountains are high

Justice does not fall

Heroes of the world

There are no tricks to win

A sword flutters and a lifetime of laughter

A sword flutters and a lifetime of laughter

A sword flutters and a lifetime of laughter

Heroes take care of each other

The children of the rivers and lakes are becoming fewer and fewer

The heart is still in the people

Looking back, it was stormy

The heart is still in the people

Looking back

Looking back

Wind and rain

The floating world is squeezing, and the human affection is insignificant

A sword flutters and a lifetime of laughter

Spread a song of the old world

A total of one life, the water is far away and the mountains are high

Justice does not fall

Heroes of the world

There are no tricks to win

A sword flutters and a lifetime of laughter

A sword flutters and a lifetime of laughter"

A song is over, and the world is silent.

Only the ambition of the negative sword to travel far away is intertwined with the reality that it is difficult to move an inch at this time.

Ying Xuemei's delicate body trembled, and her left hand was slowly raised and put on her face.

"Ahhh

A hysterical shout rang out from a certain high platform. The people looked at a man wearing a black scarf.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

"Let's only kill Luo Daguang!

"Whoever dares to meddle, who dies!"

Behind the crowd, thousands of black-clothed figures rushed towards them with sharp swords, and the people scattered in a hurry.

There were also some people who ran outside, but did not avoid the man in black.

Ying Yunan waved his hand, and the three waiters who came up with swords before surrounded Yang Fengqing. Of the other fifteen people, a few ran down, and some such as Li Mu sat on the stone bench and did not move.

Ying Xuemei immediately got up and stumbled towards Yang Fengqing.

"Don't kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Hahaha-kill me?!, you deserve it!"

Yang Fengqing didn't hide his voice, and rushed towards Ying Runan with his sword.

Ying Xuemei heard the sound, her steps quickened, and the words she was about to blurt out were swallowed back into her stomach.

"Brother Fengqing—it's really you, I've finally found you. ”

Whoa—

There were three soft sounds, and the blood-red color covered the sight of Ying Xuemei and the others around them.

The old man beside Li Mu shrank one by one, stood behind Li Mu, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Fengqing.

"Ahhh

Several people were screaming around, and some people were running down.

Yang Fengqing ignored those people, and stabbed his long sword at Ying Yunan's chest.

Ying Yunan took a few steps back, without a trace of panic, only a rolling chill.

"I don't care who you are, you will die tonight!"

The words fell, flicking the sleeves.

There was a rumbling sound from the high platform, and the shaking was more violent than before. Yang Meizi and the others grabbed the stone bench, but Ying Xuemei didn't notice it and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

Yang Fengqing was about to jump to the side, but the old man behind Li Mu didn't know when he arrived at him, and the short sword stabbed fiercely.

It was such a hesitation to breathe, and the stones under his feet had fallen off.

Jumping to the side, he couldn't borrow his strength when he landed, and he definitely couldn't escape this old man who was as ruthless as a poisonous snake.

As the stones fell, it is not difficult to guess the outcome of being seriously injured and caught.

"If you dare to kill him, no matter who you are, I will definitely let you be buried with you!"

No one cares about Ying Xuemei's threat, she is now crossing the river in the mud, and she can't protect herself.

In the game of mortality, there was a loud roar below.

"Childe closes his eyes!"

Except for Yang Fengqing, the others didn't know what was going on, and some people still looked at the person who spoke.

At this moment, Yang Fengqing exerted force under his feet, and his body jumped towards the position of Ying Xuemei.

The old man's short blade, like the tail of a poisonous scorpion, followed.

Ying Xuemei saw Yang Fengqing falling towards her, stretched out her hand to catch Yang Fengqing, and struggled to crawl forward, wanting to use her body to cushion Yang Fengqing.

Yang Fengqing's heart was warm and he roared.

"Give me the red sleeves!"

Ying Xuemei, who was struggling, had tears in her heart and stopped crawling. Turning sideways to give Yang Fengqing a place to stay, the long sleeves were raised towards Yang Fengqing.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that standing with Yang Fengqing at this time, being injured or killed is one of them.

"Miss, get out of here!"

"Be careful!"

"Childe!"