The elder of the mountain gate glanced at the depths of the Changming Sect, and then looked at the disciples who were gradually wet by the Han water, thought for a while, and said: "This is Changming, we are the people of the Changming Sect who guard the mountain gate, how can we let you in." ”

Wu Zun motioned for everyone behind him to step back, and then looked at him with a smile.

"The left and right are dead, so the choice is to leave some dignity? The other mountains and forests other than here are full of suspicious formations, and the Changming Mountain Gate is so big, and it is all sealed by your sword qi, so we can't enter. ”

Wu Zun raised his eyebrows lightly, and said with a smile: "But have you thought about it, if you disperse the sword formation and fight with us, maybe you can get away with killing a few of them, if you don't disperse the sword formation, can you still attack us at this distance?"

His words were very reasonable, and those mountain sect disciples were a little shaken, and they all looked at the elders in the array.

They are all the most loyal disciples of the Changming Sect, otherwise they would not have been entrusted with the important task of guarding the mountain gate.

However, even this does not mean that they are willing to wait for death indifferently.

The Elder of the Mountain Gate looked at the endless night sky with a look of yearning, and sighed, "Who said it wasn't? I also want to kill a few of you and die." ”

Yes, death anyway.

Why don't you kill a few more remnants of the Demon Sect to get back to their roots?

"Kill one to return to the capital, kill two to earn one, the strongest heavily armored iron cavalry in the Tang Dynasty has such a saying, which seems to make sense, and it should indeed be like this on the battlefield. ”

The elder retracted his gaze and said to the disciples seriously, "But we can't do this now, because we are disciples, not soldiers. These people are ruthless, they are extremely vicious, and you have only killed people a few times in your life, or ...... How many dead people have you seen? If the sword formation is dispersed, we will only be killed in an instant. ”

Some of the disciples bowed their heads, but some were still looking at him.

The Elder of the Mountain Gate continued: "Do you feel the oppression coming from the Twelve Peaks? That is the breath of the Elders, they are coming, as long as we can hold on, the Mountain Gate will not be breached, they have arrived, this rebellion is just a farce." ”

This mountain gate elder is two hundred and seventy years old this year, and he has guarded the mountain gate of Changming for a hundred years, and his prestige is extremely high, and his low status also makes him more cordial, and his influence is not even less than that of the old gentleman in the main hall of management, and he is deeply respected by the disciples of the mountain gate, and he naturally obeys his words.

What's more, his words are just as reasonable.

"Then now it's time to stall for time, and the longer it drags on, the better it will be for you. ”

Wu Zun rubbed the iron knife in his hand and said lightly: "In terms of the overall situation, the longer you hold on, the better it will be for us." ”

This sentence made the mountain gate elder squint his eyes.

......

......

He Xirou was dressed neatly, holding a sword, and ready to go.

Just now, she also learned about the attack on the mountain by the remnants of the Xuan Demon Palace, and was about to go to support.

In the dormitory of the inner mountain disciples, Lu Yingfeng and the sick Yangzi hurriedly went out, and happened to meet Lou Tingyu, Bai Wen, Gu Shan, Dongfang Han, Qu Xiao and other inner mountain disciples.

The big white fat man also came from far and near, and everyone just nodded, and they were about to spread out their methods and rush to the mountain gate to support.

But the next moment, He Xirou's hand that was about to push the door stopped in mid-air, and the inner mountain disciples also stopped moving forward.

A similar scene took place at the same time on the peaks.

The Uchiyama and the Kanmen disciples who went to support were all blocked by something.

He Xirou stood on the ground a little on her toes, and her body flew straight out, and at the same time, the wooden door of Zizhu Courtyard exploded, and the fragments splashed around like sharp swords, and the wall splashed up bursts of dust when it collapsed.

Between the smoke and dust, a figure loomed in sight.

He Xirou landed gently, frowned at the man, and asked, "Who is coming?"

"The one who killed you. ”

An indifferent voice sounded, the smoke and dust dispersed, and an equally indifferent face appeared in front of He Xirou under the cold moonlight.

The visitor was dressed in green clothes, but the placket was covered with vegetable stains and oil, and there were a few weeds in his hair, which made him look very embarrassed.

But his face was very clean, and there was no emotion in his indifferent eyes under his sword eyebrows.

He was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "Did you kill me?"

As she smiled, the cold wind around her softened.

The bamboo lamp swayed slightly, the bamboo leaves swayed gently, and the moonlight shone on half of her face, adding to the beauty, as if the surrounding environment and even the cold stars in the sky were setting off her beauty.

It was the swordsman who held the sword in front of the man in Tsing Yi, and it was the girl who fell into the city.

Even the hard-hearted man's gaze changed slightly because of this scene.

He looked at the face that was so beautiful that he couldn't describe it in words, the graceful body hidden under the wide sleeves of the disciple's robe, which was not yet fully developed, and the thoughts that had been dormant for a long time began to throb in his heart.

The man was a professional killer, that is, an assassin, and he had not been able to succeed in the blow he had been accumulating for a long time, so he had to stand up and face the enemy head-on.

"I started killing people when I was six years old, and I never relented or soft-hearted, but today my goal was special, so I decided to make a little change. ”

Heart is like iron and stone is a description of him, but countless disciples have changed after seeing He Xirou, and he is no exception.

"You're very different, maybe I can let you live a few more days, or a few more years. ”

He had never smiled except for a disguised smile, and he had never had that kind of thought in the middle of a mission.

But after looking at He Xirou from head to toe today, he smiled: "If I feel good, I can even let you live for a few more decades." ”

He Xirou's complexion did not change, her eyebrows slowly lifted slightly, and there was a little anger in her eyes.

"No one has ever dared to speak out so bluntly, and that actually gives me a sense of novelty. ”

He Xirou looked at the man, as if looking at a dead man, and said, "You are a disintegrated inferior product, and I am a cave middle grade, so you think you will eat me?"

"Isn't it?"

"Yes or no, you'll know. ”

"It's better for you to surrender obediently and leave with me, otherwise it will hurt your face and delicate body, which is not beautiful. ”

"I thought Assassins were ruthless. ”

He Xi said sarcastically: "Or are you not a qualified assassin." ”

"Ruthless, because my emotions are vented through certain channels, and I believe that for a long time to come, my emotions will be vented through you. ”

The man said: "Since you are a closed disciple, you also have a lot of means to come, I believe that the effort I spent on you later can be recovered from you." ”

A sword light illuminated the Zizhu Courtyard.

He Xirou held the sword, the tip of the sword was lifted upward, and the sharp sword qi rushed out, and then pulled it upward, drawing straight traces on the ground, and the dust that had just fallen was re-provoked by the sword qi.

Wanqiu sword, pull Wu hook.

Although the man is an assassin, his combat power in frontal combat is also extremely strong, and there is a feeling of opening and closing between the short swords, and the grass in the garden that is stirred out of the sword pressure bows their heads one after another.

......

......

Lou Tingyu and Lin Yisong stood at the front of all the inner mountain disciples, looking at the dense spirit scorpion in front of them, they felt a little numb in their scalps.

Not far away, in the treetops, a thin old man in a black robe and hood, whose face could not be seen clearly, sat there, his body full of dark and evil aura.

As for why it is possible to judge that the other party is a thin old man when he can't see his face clearly, everyone doesn't know.

It's a strange feeling, and as soon as this person is here, they have this feeling.

Lin Yisong couldn't see the depth of the other party, and frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"The ones who have come to kill you. ”

The other party's answer was nothing new, and like the assassin in Zizhu Courtyard, he directly gave the purpose of coming.

It doesn't matter who it is.

It's what comes and what you do.