The starry night is also a journey, but because of the injury, Liu Chengjun did not run fast. When he ran far enough, Liu Chengjun slowed down a little and then stopped.

His destination was Jinyi Tower. As long as he and Shen Yu, the owner of Jinyi Building, explain the reason for the matter, of course, he has to reveal it appropriately, it is precisely because of the carelessness of Old Man Lu that the teacher is unfavorable, and in the end, the task of the two failed. As for whether the owner of Jinyi Mansion will send someone to help him find Xu Yongzheng to take revenge in the end, it doesn't matter. All he had to do was to recuperate from his wounds in peace, and then find an Oiran of good shape to bring down the fire, and it would be best if he could get the woman he saw that day.

Liu Chengjun thought that after he recovered from his injury, it would take a month or two, and then he rushed back to Jianshan directly, crying and pretending to be miserable, and when others asked, he said something else. The old man Nalu died to save himself, and the swordsman Xu Yongzheng was ruthless, so he couldn't live up to the kindness that the old swordsman had exchanged for his life, and in the end they were still honored. And Chen Lu, the future lord of the mountain lord, can also come to a move of bright and depreciating and secretly rewarding, and his life of Liu Chengjun will not be affected in any way, and he may be more nourishing. If the conditions are ripe, the position of elder left by the death of the old man Na Lu will sooner or later be in his pocket.

Just when Liu Chengjun was thinking about Zhou Liang and looking forward to a better future, a voice suddenly sounded next to his ear.

"Are you Liu Chengjun?"

When the night was silent, he suddenly heard such a ghostly voice that couldn't tell the direction, and Liu Chengjun's hairs all over his body were blown up. Liu Chengjun looked up and quickly looked around, but he couldn't find any trace of the person. His eyes were full of horror.

The previous direct question is clearly to find him, and looking for someone in the mountains late at night is either to find fault or seek revenge, and there is absolutely no good thing. So Liu Chengjun said tremblingly: "Who is the master here?" I don't know what the important thing is to come to the juniors late at night. ”

The man smiled coldly and said, "What good things have you done yourself, don't you know?"

Liu Chengjun's heart tightened, and he hurriedly explained: "The younger generation doesn't know what the predecessors are referring to. I also invite the seniors to come out and talk about it. ”

"Then you are innocent of death. ”

Liu Chengjun spoke, but still couldn't find the person's location. And hearing that man said this, knowing that the other party wanted to take his life, and tonight's battle was inevitable, Liu Chengjun looked at his injured arms, a little miserable.

After a while, Liu Chengjun was no longer polite, but raised his voice to strengthen his courage, and shouted angrily: "Who is that pretending to be a ghost, hurry up and get out of Lao Tzu." ”

Sometimes the louder the voice, the greater the courage, but in the eyes of the people in the shadows, the momentum of the word "Lao Tzu" is a little too weak, far enough to scare people.

"What kind of mischief is hiding your head and revealing your tail?" Liu Chengjun yelled into the air again, and the volume of his words increased a little. He still couldn't hold Chengjun's sword, because Xu Yongzheng was looking at his shoulder blades, how could this kind of injury be better in a year and a half. And the man in black has to say that he found the right time at this time.

Liu Chengjun couldn't tell who the person was coming, but after a brief conversation just now, he knew that the person who came was not good. So he didn't have a choice. The feeling in his heart told him that at this moment, he was like a prey being targeted in a slaughterhouse, and now what about the hunter? Is there only one? Or is it more? When did he become so valuable? I have to say that sometimes it is a mistake to have an active mind, Liu Chengjun thought about it like this, and only when the sweat flowed in front of him and dripped to the ground did he begin to notice. Now that he had no difficulty with his left and right hands, he didn't care about the cold sweat that kept breaking out on his forehead, and he began to try to slow down his breathing to stabilize himself a little. His heartbeat seemed to slowly return to calm.

But the voice of the man in black rang out unexpectedly.

"Tut, tsk. This time, the voice came from all directions of Liu Chengjun, and the devil's voice was full of ridicule, which aroused the fear in Liu Chengjun's heart by four or five points.

"Get out, get out, get out of here. ”

"You bastard who kills a thousand knives, you have the ability to come out, you have the ability to show up. ”

"Lao Tzu Xing will not change his name, he will not change his surname, it is Liu Chengjun of Qingliu Jianshan, you have the ability to come out and kill Lao Tzu, Gui grandson. "Liu Chengjun looks crazy, his words are vulgar, and he can't be on the stage.

"It seems that you are a turtle grandson who has no guts, and you are destined to have children in the future without farts ~ ······ eyes"

Liu Chengjun laughed, and the laughter stopped abruptly like a silk thread being cut.

The deadly stone was embedded right in Liu Chengjun's forehead.

Liu Chengjun's legs fell to his knees suddenly, and then the long sword fell to the ground, and the head hung weakly.

A man came out of the shadows of the woods. The man was dressed in black, and if you look closely, you can see that the golden thread on the black garment is not a night robe. It only took a stone to end Liu Chengjun's life, what is the strength of this person?

I saw that the man in black stepped forward step by step, walked to the nearest place, and picked up the Chengjun sword with one kick. The hilt of the sword was still stained with Liu Chengjun's blood, and he didn't hide his face with a mask, and now under the dark night, he couldn't see it clearly. He chose to use Liu Chengjun's clothes to wipe the scabbard.

In the end, Chengjun came out with a sword and quickly cut off the silk cloth on Liu Chengjun's body.

"This sword tastes bad, and this person is even worse. The man in black finally spoke again, commenting on the sword and the swordsman. It's just that Liu Chengjun can't hear it anymore.

Sometimes, it's just a coincidence. Liu Chengjun's yelling played a role, and the man in black sensed that someone was coming.

It's a pity that you didn't wait for someone to come, and you didn't die on a stone.

The man in black didn't forget the task before leaving, and regardless of whether Liu Chengjun died decently or not, a sword stabbed out and aimed at Liu Chengjun's heart, which was a penetration, and Liu Chengjun was so dead that he couldn't die anymore. Then he kicked the corpse open and pulled the sword out, this time there was still blood on Chengjun's sword.

"Die under the sword of Chengjun, that's right. The man in black smiled and said softly.

"Who are you?" a refreshing figure appeared next to him, and a slightly magnetic voice sounded.

It was a woman who said this. She asked, appearing in the moonlight, looking at the two of them in the shade of the trees, with only their silhouettes visible.

"Female swordsmen, it's rare. The man in black was surprised.

The person who came was Wang Xiaojuan, she rushed here in the starry night, and when she heard someone crying loudly, she quickly rushed over. However, she only saw the scene of the man in black killing people, and she didn't know that he was mutilating the corpse.

Wang Xiaojuan asked, "You're not Xu Yongzheng?"

"Naturally not. ”

"And who is this man you killed?"

"It's not the person you're looking for. The man in black replied.

"Then why did you kill him?" Wang Xiaojuan's stubbornness came up again.

"Don't meddle in your business, little girl of the sword curtain. I don't know how many people die every day. The man in black directly told Wang Xiaojuan's identity, which inevitably surprised Wang Xiaojuan. But when she thought about it, this female swordsman was rare, and it was normal to guess that one was from the sword curtain.

Wang Xiaojuan would listen to persuasion and said, "But I only saw you kill him." ”

The man in black smiled imperceptibly, yes, it's this tone again, how to teach the newcomer is this temper. He said, "If I am low, he will kill me." If it weren't for him shouting the identity of Qingliu Sword Mountain, I'm afraid you wouldn't have come over. ”

Wang Xiaojuan said: "If you kill the people of the Sword Curtain like this, aren't you afraid of their revenge?"

"When did the sword curtain become so congruent?Little girl, aren't you Tang Ge Sword Hao at odds with Qingliu Sword Mountain?" It seems that the man in black knows the details and factions of the people in the sword curtain very well.

"What? do you want to fight for him?" the man in black sneered.

Wang Xiaojuan raised his eyebrows, and when he saw that the man was fearless, he asked, "Who are you?"

The man in black shook his head, and then coldly threatened: "What? After asking me about my identity, I will call more than a dozen of your elders to come to take revenge? If you don't have enough strength, don't meddle with things, be careful that you die here tonight." ”

Wang Xiaojuan couldn't bear it in the face of the threat of coming. The countercurrent sword in her hand came out of the sheath by the moonlight, and she pointed a little on her toes, and the finger of the long sword was like a fish swinging its tail in bright water, rushing into the shadows.

"Something interesting. The man in black applauded, but the Chengjun sword in his hand was not unsheathed, and he only used the scabbard to face the enemy.

Wang Xiaojuan was slightly stunned, he never thought that the person was so big, and the sword in his hand became even more fierce.

Wang Xiaojuan used the upward trend with a sword, which was clearly a simplification of the sword intent against the current. Although the upward trend of this series of three or four swords is the same, all upward, but Wang Xiaojuan's posture of dancing swords is completely different. I saw Wang Xiaojuan sometimes bow her head, and the sword slanted from the bottom left to the upper right; I saw her sometimes bend down, and the sword went straight up, like a pillar of green peaks straight up; and then I saw her sometimes leaning forward and squatting, and the sword changed direction on the way to the upper left.

Wang Xiaojuan's swordsmanship is weird, his steps are moving forward in an orderly manner, the distance of each step is the same, and the swordsmanship is constantly circulating.

And the man in black was a little calm, he used the scabbard with one hand to face the enemy, and also used the same upward sword style, unlike Wang Xiaojuan, he used this method to remove most of the upward sword momentum, which also made Wang Xiaojuan unable to launch the strongest move. And his figure moved from side to side, and after holding the portal steadily, he slowly retreated backwards, more and more. With his left hand behind him, he has the demeanor of a master.

The more Wang Xiaojuan hits, the more wrong it becomes, and there is a feeling that there is nowhere to be used. This feeling is a sense of resistance against the waterfall, and it is clearly a straight stream from the flu. Her swordsmanship was originally to use the opponent's weapon to resist the momentum of the parry, and then slowly use her strength to build momentum, and the back sword was heavier than the other. At this time, in the competition, she had already stabbed out dozens of swords, but she still did not meet the conditions for launching that move. The other party didn't resist much, so her sword momentum did not gain weight, although she was still advancing, but the sword in her hand still seemed to be a little strong, soft.

Could it be that this person hit me by mistake?

No matter. Wang Xiaojuan thought in his heart. She suddenly changed her stance from swinging her sword, and then changed to holding her sword in both hands. Her first sword curved from the bottom left to the top left, the second sword went straight from the bottom to the top, and the third sword was a one-handed sword, still from the bottom up.

"What a paranoid sword. After the man in black saw the sword move clearly, he couldn't help but sigh.

There was a mist in the room, and the man in black seemed to feel the vapor on his face. Wang Xiaojuan's artistic conception finally appeared.

It was as if three streams of water were flowing backwards into the sky, initially the size of a bowl, but in the process of ascending, the three streams met in one place and dispersed, as if a curtain was unfolding in the sky, and then poured down like a waterfall.