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Behind the red-faced man, a white-haired old man slowly walked out, this person has a long body and a jade body, a calm bearing, his eyebrows fly obliquely into his temples, his eyes are full of energy, a pair of palms, and he is as white as jade.

"Yusan can train disciples like you, and there are no regrets."

The white-haired old man finished speaking. The momentum changed sharply, and a gloomy aura of slaughter instantly permeated the Golden Eagle Hall. The surrounding temperature suddenly changes like a cold winter, which makes people feel cold to the heart and lungs. Now he is like an unsheathed sword, a sword to be devoured.

Sen Sen's bone-chilling chill directly hit Murong Changtian and Gongzi Xuan, which seemed to be tangible and invisible; It's like cold, and it's like killing intent. A faint mist poured out of his body, thin, like a curtain of light veil.

"Xiaoyao Palace, Old Man Wuyin,"

Gongzi Xuan changed color solemnly, his expression changed from surprise to shock, above the rivers and lakes, some people's names are a kind of legend, representing the glory and imprint of an era, just like Dugu seeking defeat, he represents a kind of loneliness that will be at the top of the mountain, and like the Moon Cultivation Hall of the Lord of Xingsu City, he represents a kind of ten thousand flowers. The leaves are free and easy without sticking to the body.

And the old man Wuyin represents only killing, endless killing, in his cognition, as a Jianghu person, kindness is wrong, not killing is wrong, men should kill, killing mercilessly. Immortal karma is all in killing. At that time, the Xiaoyao Palace relied on these cold-blooded old people to kill its prestige.

Nowadays, the Xiaoyao Palace has been destroyed, and the names of these old people have always been widely spread in the rivers and lakes. Although only notoriety, murderous fame.

The old man Wuyin has been fond of the way of killing all his life, and he is called the 'Fog Spirit Double Evil' together with the Spirit Child Demon Lord Ye Lingtong. There is an allusion to 'don't kill people for a day, self-harm fifteen knives', otherwise he would not be surrounded and suppressed by the martial arts partnership.

And Ye Lingtong's atrocities are even more outrageous, when he was a child, he was detained in a cage for ten years, because he couldn't grow into a dwarf, so his temperament changed greatly, and he held a grudge against everyone in the world, so when he became an adult, he especially liked to amputate people's legs, and his hands were extremely bloody.

Those who are familiar with Ye Lingtong know that he and the old man of the fog are inseparable from Meng, and Meng is not out of focus, because Ye Lingtong's 'spirit child incarnation' needs the 'fog hidden array' to reach the consummation realm, and the 'fog hidden array' also needs Ye Lingtong's 'spirit child incarnation' to make up for it to the point of seamlessness.

The tacit understanding between the two of them is more harmonious than the hearts of lovers, because the two of them are twin brothers themselves.

"Be careful of Ye Lingtong, I'll deal with the Fog Hidden Array"

The so-called shadow of the tree, the name of the person, after Murong Changtian recognized the old man Wuyin, his expression also became very serious, he took out a jade flute from his back, and then glanced at Hua Xiaojian with a little meaning, Hua Xiaojian was also smart, and immediately swept in from the window and stood beside Murong Changtian.

Gongzi Xuan took a deep breath, then unsheathed his sword, held his breath, and formed a thin wall of qi around his body with his true qi. Walking into the fog.

The legendary Fog Hidden Array can kill people without a shadow and invisibly. In fact, to put it bluntly, the Fog Hidden Array relies on some flying ants with wings, these flying ants themselves are extremely poisonous, and they will secrete a thin layer of poisonous black fog on the venom glands, which is equivalent to miasma, and what is terrifying is that these flying ants will listen to the flute of the old man in the fog to attack.

At this time, the flute was already in the hands of the old man Wuyin, whimpering and whimpering.

The sound of the flute is like a broken bead splashing jade, and there is a sneering sound in the air, and the true qi is like a tide, bursting out in the flute hole, first hitting on the ear drum of Gongzi Xuande, and then knocking into Gongzi Xuande's heart. Like a tangible substance, it is as sharp as a needle, and it stabs at Gongzi Xuan's body. It makes people tremble, and their hearts are almost taken away.

Immediately after the flute sound, the sound of the flute suddenly sounded, Murong Changtian closed his eyes, held Bi Xiao with both hands, and comprehended the killing machine in the fog hidden array with his spiritual sense, and then a peaceful qi machine penetrated directly into the fog hidden array, like an endless long line, stringing up the sharp needle tips. Blocked outside the body of Gongzi Xuan.

At this time, Hua Xiaojian finally revealed his two chain knives. The two short knives of Xue Liang are as thin as cicada wings and as cold as autumn water, and they seem to be transparent. He knew that Murong Changtian at this time must not be disturbed, if Murong Changtian was in a mess, then only death was waiting for Gongzi Xuan.

The flute sensed the intention of the flute, and the melody suddenly changed, becoming more urgent and fierce, like rain hitting the plantain and falling on the jade plate. However, the sound of the flute is still peaceful, unchanged and ever-changing.

The fog in the Golden Eagle Hall became thicker and thicker, and there was a commotion of the flying ants in the fog hidden array, and it was Ye Lingtong who walked in.

At this time, Ye Lingtong was dressed in a gray veil, and the mist simply became a color, and they almost became one with each other, and only a shadow could be seen moving. If you don't look closely, you will never be able to detect his movements.

The murderous aura was like a north wind howling, and ten gray paper swords were lined up in front of Ye Lingtong, and what was even more amazing was that Ye Lingtong's body suddenly dispersed, divided into ten, ten shadows, ten paper swords, and the speed separated, surrounding Gongzi Xuan.

This situation made Hua Xiaojian change color solemnly. But Gongzi Xuan was suddenly relieved, the rumored incarnation of the spirit child, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he definitely didn't know what was going on.

To put it bluntly, Ye Lingtong's 'Spirit Child Incarnation' is to divide these flying ants into nine batches, each batch of which is carrying a bundle of gray yarn cut into a human shape, as well as a paper sword. The reason why Ye Lingtong chose the paper sword was because the paper sword was lightweight, and these flying ants could only move.

In this faint mist, there is only one real body among the ten shadows, if you don't look closely. You can't even find ten shadows, let alone one of the ten shadows?

The breath changed suddenly, and a thunderbolt appeared in the fog hidden array, and Ye Lingtong's paper sword had arrived in front of Gongzi Xuan's throat at some point. The speed with which this sword came was simply incredible.

"Choked" with a dragon groan, and the long sword in Gongzi Xuan's hand had already blocked Ye Lingtong's paper sword at some point. The speed of this sword is also incredible.

But what surprised Gongzi Xuan was that the power hidden in this paper sword was like an overwhelming mountain, which was surprisingly large. Originally, Gongzi Xuan thought that the 'Spirit Child Incarnation' was just a trick to avoid people's eyes, but now he realized that he was indeed underestimating the 'Spirit Child Incarnation'.

Although the spirit boy incarnation is suspected of being opportunistic, when he kills people, he is a real force. Each paper sword is controlled by Ye Lingtong's true qi, which is the rumored sword technique of using qi slaves in the rivers and lakes.

If you can practice your true qi to such an extent, you must be an amazing talent. Is it possible for a mortal man to do it? In an instant, ten pieces of gray yarn rolled towards Gongzi Xuan like a piece of dark clouds, and gray lightning struck out from time to time in the dark clouds. It was a gray paper sword.

The distance between Ye Lingtong and Gongzi Xuan was less than five feet, and with their swordsmanship, no matter which move they could have pierced the hall into a transparent hole, but they couldn't stab it. The strangest thing is that they haven't moved half an inch under their feet, which shows that every move on both sides is indispensable, as long as they are half a step behind, they will immediately be splashed with blood.

The invincible Gang Qi is surging in the air, and the sky is full of sword shadows, a sword is faster than a sword, a sword is better than a sword, and there is no room for action between moves, and the situation is at a moment's notice.

Ten swords are horizontal, divided into Gongzi Xuan's vital body, three swords on the left, three swords on the right, three swords in the back, nine swords, divided into three ways to attack Gongzi Xuan, the tip of the sword, must be the part of Gongzi Xuan must be saved, and the remaining sword is in the hands of Ye Lingtong. From time to time, it assists the nine swords in attacking Gongzi Xuan. From time to time, he suppressed Gongzi Xuan to attack the nine swords.

He practiced martial arts at the age of three and traveled through the rivers and lakes at the age of ten. Since Gongzi Xuan's debut, he has never been so passive as he is today. A Qingfeng dance became a sword wall, and Kankan could only barely resist Ye Lingtong's attack, but he couldn't fight back.

It's not terrible to fight, it's you who come and go, and it's terrible to be beaten. There is no coming-and-going.

The flying ants under his feet were shocked to death by the sword qi, but Ye Lingtong's paper sword did not have the slightest flaw. However, Gongzi Xuan's aura was a little chaotic, he wanted to have luck to lay a wall of qi around his body to defend against flying ant poison gas, and he wanted to be hostile to Ye Lingtong's sword. The amount of true qi and mind consumed was much more than Ye Lingtong's, and now he could only find out Ye Lingtong's true body as soon as possible and carry out a strong attack, so that Ye Lingtong would have no time to enslave other paper swords to dissolve his spirit child incarnation. But if you want to find Ye Lingtong's true body, it's not easy.

In the Golden Eagle Hall, the symphony between Murong Changtian and the old man Wuyin became even more intense, and the flute sound was smashing, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping forward, and the momentum was majestic and unmatched. And Murong Changtian's flute sound is still undisturbed, like a surging river, endless, blocked in the middle of Gongzi Xuan and the flute. There is no murderous spirit, killing machine. Only the vast momentum, facing the thousands of troops in the flute. There is quite a momentum of being a husband and a man.

Everyone present understood that the key to victory or defeat in this war was Murong Changtian's body, if Murong Changtian was defeated, then the sound of the old man's flute would inevitably take advantage of the void, and Gongzi Xuan would have no hope of survival. And it is not easy to destroy Murong Changtian, because by Murong Changtian's side, there is still Hua Xiaojian guarding.

Gongzi Xuan, Hua Xiaojian, and Murong Changtian can be said to be one ring after another, which link is not strong, it will cause disaster to the three armies, Hua Xiaojian is dead, then Murong Changtian will die. If Murong Changtian is dead, then Gongzi Xuan will die, and if Gongzi Xuan is dead, then Ye Lingtong's spirit child incarnation will inevitably be shrouded in Hua Xiaojian's body. In other words, Hua Xiaojian will die.

There is a certain reason for the eight masters to put down the gossip array and force Murong Changtian to enter the Golden Eagle Hall.

At this time, the other two people standing outside the Fog Hidden Array finally started to act, one of them was a red-faced man, and the other was a thin man. The figures of the two of them began to shake, and rushed towards them like two ghosts.

The body of the thin man is not only fast, but also the posture is wonderful, floating like a duckweed in the water, on its light skills, today's martial arts can be squeezed into the top 100.

But Hua Xiaojian just raised his hand, condensed the power of his whole body into one point, and turned thousands of moves into one wave. With a snort, the sky-breaking double flying knife turned into a silver light and flew out, slashing through the man's waist, and then flew back with a "whew", just like the move of killing the scholar in Tsing Yi, and then saw that the figure of the thin man was still running forward.

When he ran in front of Hua Xiaojian, his upper body suddenly folded backwards, and a stream of blood flew up into the sky like a rocket. The whole person was cut into two pieces in one fell swoop. And his two legs actually ran forward two more steps with blood with the force of inertia before he fell.

The red-faced man was sprayed with hot blood, as if he was drinking, making him calm down instantly, although the red-faced man was a murderous character, but such a cruel scene had never been seen in his life, he suddenly stopped beside the thin man, and then turned his head and fled, and Hua Xiaojian still raised his hand against him. Throwing the chain knife out, the red-faced man was already in his range.

There was wind outside the window, the wind was light and delicate, and the red-faced man directly crossed the window sill, jumped on the wall, jumped on the street, and then ran away, until the end of the long street, a little bright red line suddenly appeared on his forehead, and the bright red line spread all the way down from his forehead. Over the tip of the nose, over the chin, over the chest.

A red line, which was originally very thin, suddenly became thicker, thicker and thicker, and the five organs in the stomach fell out of the red line with a bang. And the red-faced man's body still ran forward, and his fishy yellow intestines were dragged seven or eight meters away, and then his body slowly split from the middle, half on the left, half on the right, to both sides, he was a good person just now, and suddenly it was split into two halves!

The pedestrians on the street dispersed in an instant, and the blue sky and white sky were clear, and this scene was even more terrifying than seeing a ghost in the daytime.

After seeing this scene, Ding Buqiu, who was lurking outside the Yanyu Building and was watching, suddenly felt what a terrible wrong thing he had done, what a stupid wrong thing he had done.

"I'd rather enter the Yama Palace, and don't meet Gongzi Xuan," it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that there is no reason for wind and waves.

Hua Xiaojian laughed again, he looked at the middle-aged man whose wrist was crushed by Murong Changtian, and laughed harmlessly.

"Look at the appearance of Brother Tai Yushu in the wind, Xiao Ke admires it very much, I don't know if Brother Tai can move lightly, you and I brothers have a good promise."

This middle-aged man is not a fool, he also discovered that Hua Xiaojian's attack range depends on the chain length of his chain knife, and the distance between him and Hua Xiaojian is just greater than the length of the chain knife, so Hua Xiaojian has not attacked him.

"Fuck you"

The middle-aged man controlled the distance between the two, clinging to the wall, swept out the window, and then swept up the eaves a few times, and disappeared into a green shade.

Looking at the middle-aged man in the distance, Hua Xiaojian's originally white and red face suddenly turned pale, and a fishy sweet countercurrent surged up his throat. The three swords just now almost exhausted all the true qi in his body. Volleying kills people not by the speed of his knife, but by the sword qi that bursts out from his knife, the indestructible sword qi.

It seems to be a simple wave of his hand, but he used all his killing tricks, and collected thousands of moves in one wave. Simplify what was already complicated. When he killed the scholar in Tsing Yi, he was very calm, so calm that he could still speak cool words. By the time he killed the skinny man and the red-faced man, he would already have to work hard.

Two people rushed together, and he could only kill one of them first. One of the fastest of them. That is, the thin man, and when he killed the red-faced man again, he was already powerless, and the invincible sword qi slashed through the red-faced man's body, but he couldn't kill him on the spot. Let him run out for hundreds of feet before he pulled the wound and died.

If the middle-aged man just now hadn't been frightened by Hua Xiaojian's three swords, the ending might have been a different story.

There was a sudden loud cry in the Golden Eagle Hall, and the true qi in Gongzi Xuan's body burst like a big river, surging out, propping up the clothes on his body. The long sword in his hand was like a swimming dragon, and it was directly sold to a black shadow on the left, because on the black shadow on the left, a slight breath was revealed.

The black shadow on the left suddenly shrank his neck, and the long sword in his hand still stabbed him. But by the time Gongzi Xuan was in front of him, the paper sword had softened like a snake that had been hit seven inches by someone. Because Gongzi Xuan's sword had already slashed through Ye Lingtong's head, entering from the left ear and coming out of the right ear, the entire Tianling cover was swept away by Gongzi Xuan.

"Puff ....."

The other nine paper swords stabbed on Gongzi Xuan's clothes, and the paper sword with the incomparable true qi resistance paused for a moment, and then Gongzi Xuan's long sword turned around, the tip of the sword pointing downwards and the hilt facing upwards. Placing the sword in a vertical position, the whole person spun like a spinning top.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding...."

The thin paper sword hit the long sword and made a sound of gold, and Gongzi Xuan, who was spinning, took the paper sword back, and after breaking Ye Lingtong's spirit child incarnation, Gongzi Xuan's breath suddenly relaxed.

Finally won. But before Gongzi Xuan could taste the joy of victory, he was shrouded in an inexplicable panic, it was murderous, and the paper sword in front of him like a dead snake suddenly burst out with unparalleled momentum, piercing Gongzi Xuan's heart.

At this moment, Gongzi Xuan was shocked to realize that Ye Lingtong was originally a dwarf, and the sword just now just eliminated a piece of gray yarn. And what Ye Lingtong was waiting for was this moment, the moment when Gongzi Xuan relaxed.

At this moment, Gongzi Xuankan moved a punch to the right. Ye Lingtong's sword went straight into Gongzixuan's armpit, Gongzixuan's arm clamped hard, and then kicked out with his knees.

"Bump"

At the same time, Ye Lingtong let go of the paper sword in his hand and slapped his palm at the soles of Gongzi Xuan's feet.

After the two of them struck, they instantly changed their attack methods, and nine paper swords rose up on the ground, slashing Gongzi Xuan's legs. At this moment, Ye Lingtong had already seen that Gongzi Xuan's pace was now blocked, and his movement was no longer as flexible as it was at the beginning. However, Gongzi Xuan did not move, his feet touched the ground, he rose into the air, grabbed the girder with one hand, and swept under him with a sword.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, extremely gorgeous, and a clear light suddenly plucked Ye Lingtong's long hair with a small piece of scalp, if Ye Lingtong's dodge speed was half a beat slower, this sword would be the back of his head. Ye Lingtong broke out in a cold sweat and jumped out of the formation first.

But the offensive of the nine paper swords did not stop, and the nine swords twisted together, like a green dragon raising its head, shaking up with an unusually strange spiral force. wants to strangle Gongzi Xuan under this rotating force.

And Gongzi Xuan's wrist shook, the long sword shook, and countless sword shadows slammed into the tips of the nine paper swords. Then there was a sharp twist of the wrist. Give someone a taste of their own medicine. An unusually strange spiral force shook down. Nine paper swords were twisted almost distorted.

Ye Lingtong shouted. With absolute power, he forced back Gongzi Xuan's rotating sword momentum. But the paper sword is a paper sword after all, and under the enslavement of this Ye Lingtong's expulsion, it was all turned into powder and fell down with a splash.

At this moment, the old man Wuyin noticed Ye Lingtong's defeat, and the flute suddenly changed to a melody, obviously it was blowing alone, but at the same time it emitted two completely different rhythms, one rhythm was still the same, and the meaning of killing was pervasive, and the other rhythm was like a lover's whisper, lingering and gentle. It's like telling something.

"Buzz"

The Fog Hidden Array completely erupted. Thousands of flying ants vibrated their wings like narrow knives. Each piece emits a faint black glow. Rotated around Gongzi Xuan's body very regularly. A sea of gray was formed. And Gongzi Xuan himself looms in this ocean.

Now the situation of the old man Wuyin is similar to that of Gongzi Xuan just now, not only to deal with Murong Changtian, but also to control the Wuyin Array to deal with Gongzi Xuan, and the red blood beads are blown away at the tail of the flute, forming a mist floating in the air.

The anger triggers the liver fire, and the wound is stored in the lobes of the lungs.

Murong Changtian was the same, the seven orifices began to numb, and a stream of heat crawled out, it was blood, the blood that flowed out of the meridians and atrocities.

Ye Lingtong was surprised, and the old man Wuyin was not surprised.

Originally, I thought that Ye Lingtong would be more than enough to deal with Gongzi Xuanhui, but Gongzi Xuan's cultivation exceeded the original estimate of the old man Wuyin, and there was still Murong Changtian today, if there was no Murong Changtian today, ten Gongzi Xuanhui would all be planted under the Fog Hidden Array and the Lingtong incarnation.

For the art of killing, if the old man in the fog recognizes the second, no one on the rivers and lakes dares to recognize the first. This can be seen by looking at the current situation.

One by one, the gray flying ants, in an instant, seemed to have been given a new soul by the old man in the fog. From being unconscious, to the beginning of spiritual awareness. began to have thoughts and emotions, and they surrounded Gongzi Xuan in three layers and three layers outside. Just wait for the old man to give an order. He chooses people and loves them.

From Ye Lingtong's point of view, the space where Gongzixuan was located was really like a small solar system, with Gongzixuan as the center, and countless flying ants kept rotating. But the order of the old man in the fog was never issued.

Because if they continue to fight now, they will inevitably lose both, and with the old man Wuyin's actions in the rivers and lakes in his early years, the enemy will definitely rise up and attack him at that time. Letting Gongzi Xuan live now is equivalent to letting him live.

Although others are old, they have not lived enough, and they can survive for a long time, who wants to leave the world.

Then the sound of the old man's flute became softer and softer, and the murderous aura gradually retreated, Murong Changtian frowned, and the frequency of his fingers pressing on Bi Xiao was not so abrupt, and finally disappeared into invisibility.

Countless flying ants, shaking their wings, flew into the arms of the old man Wuyin, Gongzi Xuan knew that in the arms of the old man Wuyin, there must be a bamboo tube like Hua Xiaojian, maybe there is an ant queen in the bamboo tube.

Hua Xiaojian felt the flute sound stop, and slowly opened his eyes. looked at the old man in the fog puzzled.

Gongzi Xuan rolled over from the beam and hugged his fist at the old man Wuyin.

"Thank you for your mercy"

"Hmph," the old man squinted his eyes slightly, and the murderous intent was still undisguised: "Be merciful, I just don't want the jade to burn,"

"Oh", Childe Xuan was speechless, oh a reply was a reply.

Ye Lingtong glanced at Gongzi Xuan coldly, and finally sighed,

"I can't imagine that the disciples of the old people have grown to such a point,"

Ye Lingtong's expression seemed to be much older, and on a baby face that had not grown, there was a hint of a sense of heroic end in addition to the mottled wrinkles removed.

"Since the incarnation of Lingtong debuted, he has killed countless enemies and has not tasted defeat, today you can be proud, three years later, at this time, the ruins of Xiaoyao Palace, I, Ye Lingtong, look forward to fighting with you."

"Yes, in three years, I will also study new killing techniques, and I look forward to the three of you coming together."

The old man Wuyin stuck the flute at his waist and looked at Gongzi Xuan and the three of them indifferently.

"It's very difficult to live on the rivers and lakes for three years"

The sword mouth of the flower is unobstructed.

The old man of Wuyin glanced at Hua Xiaojian coldly.

"You may not come, but I will go to you."

The old man finished speaking. Without waiting for Gongzi Xuan's reply, he and Ye Lingtong turned around and swept out of the window.

"Men are good, be violent. Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Thousands of years of immortal karma, all in killing, if born as a man, he kills, and does not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart. Looking at the 5,000 years of China, where heroes don't kill people......"

The two figures, one tall and one short, gradually moved away, and their voices gradually became farther and softer, until finally, they all disappeared out of Gongzi Xuan's sight.

"Men are good, be violent. Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a male..."

Gongzi Xuan tasted the words of the old man Wuyin, turned around and asked Murong Changtian: "Changtian, what do you think?"

Murong Changtian smiled, his handsome face was covered with sunlight, and the red blood could not hide the heroic spirit on his body.

"To kill or not to kill, exist in one thought. Everyone lives and has their own creed of life......"

After Murong Changtian finished speaking, he looked at Gongzi Xuan, changed his words, and said: "Since these days, I have been with blood all day long, I hope that Boss Xuan's spiritual platform has not been tainted by dust."

A word broke the dream man, and Gongzi Xuan's brows furrowed. Just now, his thinking was influenced by the old man Wuyin, and he really had the idea of killing to stop killing, he was chased and killed all day long, and the rabbit would bite when he was in a hurry, not to mention a young man with strong blood.

Walking the rivers and lakes, bathed in bloody wind and rain all day long. If you are not determined, sooner or later you will enter the devil's path, just like Ye Lingtong, opportunities will change a person's beliefs.

Gongzi Xuan nodded and said, "Let's go, maybe Ding Buqiu will have clues somewhere."

When Murong Changtian heard this, he sighed, he knew that although Gongzi Xuan said that the wind was light, the road ahead must be full of swords and swords.

Over the past few days, he has always felt that there is an invisible net in the dark, and they are the little fish in the net.

Ahead was a thick darkness, and an unknown force shrouded the path they were going to take. So that they do not see the slightest future.

"I'm going crazy when I'm being chased and killed all day long," Hua Xiaojian put away the chain knife and complained dissatisfiedly: "I get drunk with three points of wine, sleep five years mature, there are thousands of idle flowers on the road, and I dare not ask for ...... with my heart."