"Come out, you should have seen enough, why hide and hide anymore?" Zhu Wen, whose red hair fell down, smiled evilly, and said with red pupils looking at the peach tree in front of him, shaking the folding fan in his hand gently, and the blue flames around him flickered.

"Brother Duan is really hidden!" Duan Yuran wore a white dress and floated down from the peach tree, bringing up pieces of peach blossoms, and the emerald green jade pendant on his waist swayed lightly, like an immortal descending to earth.

"Sizzle" There was a sword roar, and the three-foot cold sword behind Duan Yuran came out of its sheath in response and fell to the ground in front of him.

"For the safety of a few of us, if Brother Duan doesn't be honest with each other tonight, then don't blame Duan for drawing his sword. Duan Yuran had a warm smile on his face, but his eyes were frozen little by little, the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly rose, and he shook the folding fan in his hand and smiled.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, the breeze blew lightly, and a solemn aura quietly spread.

Zhu Wen was dressed in a red-striped white robe, with an evil smile on his face, his red hair was scattered, and blue flames rose around him.

Duan Yuran was dressed in white, with black hair tied up, green silk hanging down in front of his forehead, and a warm smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

One is awe-inspiring, the other is gentlemanly, on one side the pink peach blossoms are falling, and on the other side the blue flames are circling, and the two are far away opposite each other in the backyard of the Phoenix Pavilion to outline a beautiful picture.

"Zhu Wen!" At this moment, an angry shout sounded, followed by an ice-blue sword qi breaking through the air.

The sword qi of "Snort" struck like a white ray, and the ground turned into a piece of frost and spread along the way.

"Huh?" Zhu Wen sighed lightly, the folding fan in his hand circled, and with a stroke of the void, the blue flame rose up to meet the sword qi that broke through the sky.

"Boom" The two collided, and suddenly a flood slowly fell, Zhu Wen took two steps back, and his eyes froze.

"Whew" A gust of wind whistled by, bringing a murderous aura, only to see a figure coming from the moonlight.

The person who came was wearing a mink coat, full of white hair, with horizontal eyebrows erected, striding with a monstrous angry face, he was carrying two swords, one was in love, and the other was in love, and the person who came was Xiao Jiange.

"Brother Xiao, you!" Zhu Wen saw that the comer was suddenly slightly angry, and felt aggrieved, and he was kind enough to help him finish up, but he attacked him with a sword without saying a word, and he couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Brother Xiao, what do you mean by this?" As soon as Zhu Wen asked out loud, another sword qi attacked, Zhu Wen was furious, the long knife in his hand appeared, and the horizontal knife blocked the sword qi, Zhu Wen was injured, and suddenly practiced a few steps backwards.

Xiao Jiange was like a mad demon, his eyes were filled with monstrous hatred and killing intent, Zhu Wen with red pupils in front of him seemed to him to be tantamount to a demon sect in front of him at this moment, and he was suddenly full of hatred, and the long-accumulated hatred suddenly broke out, making Xiao Jiange's momentum climb to the peak, even if it was now a god or a demon in front of him, Xiao Jiange would not hesitate to cut it down with a sword.

"You Demon Sect man, you actually lied to me! Damn!" Xiao Jiange's eyes were full of anger, Xiao Jiange's body was shocked, and suddenly the ground with him as the center suddenly cracked, and pieces of rubble rose in the air, gathering around Xiao Jiange.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and One Sword Walk!" Xiao Jiange suddenly shouted, and the low-level martial arts came out, and the true qi connected the Dao Dao gravel, turning into a huge sword shadow Xiao Jiange rushed straight with a sword shadow on his toes, and the true qi rippled, and the ground was bursting along the way, coming with a surging momentum.

"**, it's a big move, what's wrong with you, is your brain broken?" Zhu Wen saw that Xiao Jiange came up is a ground-level martial arts starter, and suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded without grace.

"Flame Slash Nine Heavens!" Zhu Wen didn't dare to be careless, forcibly endured the injuries on his body and improved his luck again, and angrily made the flame slash the Nine Heavens, this martial art is also a ground-level martial art, with a total of nine layers, one layer and one heavy heaven, and the Nine Heavens can be completed to kill the opponent beyond the level.

Duan Yuran was stunned, how could the two fight as soon as they met, and Duan Yuran noticed that Xiao Jiange's mentality was unstable, and he vaguely had the atmosphere of going mad.

What the hell is going on? What happened during my absence? How did my temperament change drastically? What stimulated him? Could it be Zhu Wen? Duan Yuran's eyes flickered, his heart was full of doubts, he secretly mentioned his true anger, and hesitated to stop the two of them, in Duan Yuran's opinion, Xiao Jiange at this moment was very abnormal, Xiao Jiange gave him the impression that he was a calm person, and he would not be so manic.

"Boom" roared, and the air waves rolled like a tide, shaking in all directions.

Zhu Wen resisted Xiao Jiange's move, and his true anger rushed over him, making him take a few steps back.

"Are you crazy, give me a reason, why do you want to kill me?"

In the midst of the rippling anger, Zhu Wen couldn't help but ask angrily.

"Demon Sect people, damn it!" Xiao Jiange's cold eyes were bloodshot, and the murderous intent was awe-inspiring.

"You!" "I'm not a member of the Demon Sect!" Zhu Wen struggled to resist, and couldn't help but defend himself, he himself was already seriously injured, and if he did this again, I am afraid that he would really die from Xiao Jian's singer.

There was a bang, Zhu Wen flew out upside down, his mouth was red, and bright red blood was sprinkled in the air, his eyes were shocked, was he really going to die here?

The smoke and dust filled the sky, and a sword light burst out, breaking through the smoke and dust slowly, Xiao Jiange flew over with the sword of love, and a sword came straight to Zhu Wen.

The sword light shone by, and Zhu Wen, who was kneeling on one knee and covering his chest with one hand, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding, the blue fire patterns on his forehead flashed, and his red hair was scattered, like an elegy at the end.

"Sizzle" was another sword roar, and suddenly yellow rune paper flew in a row.

Duan Yuran moved, stepped out, and the cold sword that was inserted into the ground flew up in a circle, and fell into Duan Yuran's hand, and Duan Yuran also stabbed out with a sword.

Before the real situation is implemented, he can't be a killer, Duan Yuran doesn't want Xiao Jiange to kill innocents by mistake.

The two cold lights of "sizzle" are staggered, like a line of autumn water, illuminating the entire backyard of the Phoenix Pavilion.

In the cold light, the faces of the three people were reflected, Xiao Jiange looked crazy, his eyes were murderous, Zhu Wen closed his eyes slightly, showing helplessness, Duan Yuran was slightly furrowed, and his eyes were solemn.

"Snort" The two swords collided, and the sword qi escaped in all directions, and the surrounding ground exploded, causing several large craters.

At the critical moment, Duan Yuran stepped forward and blocked the fatal sword for Zhu Wen.

The sword qi was faced, Zhu Wen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes showed an incredible look, he didn't expect Duan Yuran to make a move for him.

When the dust settled, Duan Yuran raised the cold sword with one hand and shook it, shaking the sword of Xiao Jian singer open, and at the same time, the figure blocked in front of Zhu Wen.

The concussive force from the sword's body shook Xiao Jiange back three steps, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

Under the moonlight, in the backyard of the Phoenix Pavilion, the moonlight slowly sprinkled down, and the figures of the three people were reflected on the cold ground.

"Jian Ge, calm down!"

Duan Yuran stood upside down with the cold sword on his back, his eyes were calm, and he said slowly to Xiao Jiange.

A fallen leaf fell slowly, fluttering in the air, slowly falling between Xiao Jiange and Duan Yuran.