Xiangyang City under the half-bent crescent moon is boundlessly lit, and the Songhe Tower stands in the most eye-catching lights. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the building, the young man who fell into the battlefield and the injured poet immortal were like islands in a raging tsunami, facing the enemy they could not defeat in the eyes of many indifferent, amazed, happy, or worried.

It was less than half an hour before the banquet began, and it was the time when the guests of Songhe Tower were the most present.

Singers with red makeup and musicians with guzheng in their arms are coming in and out of the back door, preparing for the dinner, adding a festive atmosphere to the orderly busyness.

In this lively and crowded Songhe Tower, the third floor, which is the focal point, has become the quietest place. At this moment, except for a very small number of guests on the third floor, most of the people arrived and found a suitable position on the third floor to watch the battle.

Some of the guests on the second floor were taken to the third floor, which did not belong to them, and they couldn't help but be embarrassed and cramped to watch the guests who came after them stand around.

However, everyone's focus and eyes were focused on the three people standing opposite each other in the field.

Under the floor slab where the three of them stood, the second floor of the Songhe Tower.

The sound of silk and bamboo behind the screen in the corner of the building sounded slowly, and the prosperity was peaceful.

There were figures walking around the window facing the street, and the candles in the two lanterns adjacent to one window went from light to dark, and then from dark to light, flashing three times at the same time in a strange rhythm.

For the brightly lit Pine Crane Tower, such a flicker will not attract attention at all, but it is just enough to be seen clearly from the diagonal restaurant.

Flashing lantern windows diagonally opposite the third floor.

The moment the candlelight flickered, Qijiazi, who was also dressed in white, looked at the flickering candlelight condescendingly, the corners of his mouth turned up with a slight smile, slapped a few big coins on the railing, and drank softly, "Xiao'er, settle the bill." ”

With his hands in his sleeves, in the faint sound of the zither, Qijiazi Shi Shiran raised his head and went downstairs, passing through the streets and alleys.

The alleys are dim.

A weather-beaten man in his fifties cowered in the shadows, leaning against the wall.

Seven or eight steps away, Qijiazi stopped, tilted his head, and looked at the husband.

The two of them were silent, and the long wind hunted......

"Activate the sunspots in the city without permission." The husband didn't raise his head to look at the stone path, and muttered quietly as if talking to himself, and his dry palm rubbed the old and shiny bong. "Qijiazi, you, go back to the Holy Gate and ask for your guilt."

"I walk in this world, and I don't even have the right to use a city of sunspots?" Qijiazi put his hands on his sleeves, quietly listened to what the husband said, blinked, and asked in surprise.

"That 'stirring' plan of yours, stop it." The Buddha didn't hear Qijiazi's question, looked at the ground, and asked. "What's the 'Mix' plan?"

"I can't stop anymore." Qijiazi showed a shy smile, "'Stir up', of course, is stir up." I walk in this world, and I don't even have the right to use a city of sunspots? ”

Qijiazi asked in the same tone as the above sentence.

"Absolutely." The husband's voice became even quieter, "After this experience, I will pass the five levels when I return to the Holy Gate, and after entering the world, all the sunspots in the world will obey your dispatch." When the husband said this, his head lowered slightly, and he did not let go of his words at all.

"What about you?" Qijiazi asked rhetorically.

"As long as you pass the fifth level, so will I. But not now. Go back to the Holy Gate and ask for your sins. ”

"Ugh." Qijiazi nodded, sighed, raised his legs and continued to walk into the alley.

"Well, then—I—just—first—back—holy—door—please—sin—"

The brightly lit city of Xiangyang, the gray and inconspicuous alleys.

Qijiazi who walked forward with his hands in his sleeves, and the husband who leaned against the wall bowed his head, the two of them staggered for a moment, accompanied by the word "please sin", the sharp blade in Qijiazi's sleeve stabbed out like a poisonous snake, and penetrated into the brain from the jaw of the husband, and disappeared in a flash.

The husband's face didn't even have time to show a look of astonishment or fear, and his dry hand still kept its inertia rubbing against the bars......

Qijiazi took back the sharp weapon in the head of the husband, and the whole process was like throwing his sleeves, without looking at the husband, indifferently and casually.

The dead husband still maintained this posture of leaning against the wall and remained motionless, the wound in his jaw was extremely thin and narrow, and the blood could not be sprayed thin, but could only slowly seep out.

"Please, please, please." Qijiazi raised his head and said softly, his figure slowly disappearing at the end of the alley without pause.

Hidden in the place, the sound of chanting was heard in the wind......

"There was Wolongxi, in Xiangyang; Three points of the world, living in the grass hall.

There was once a phoenix chick, in Xiangyang; Plans to dedicate a chain, according to the river.

I don't see the dragon and phoenix, in Xiangyang; When there is no hero, I am sad..."

.......

At the same time as Qijiazi walked into the alley.

Outside the city of Xiangyang.

The mountain wind is blowing through the wilderness, blowing loosely.

At night, a ruined Taoist temple is hidden in a pine forest halfway up the mountain.

Outside the door of the Taoist temple, a middle-aged man dressed up bowed his head and entered silently. In the overgrown hall, a tall man in Tsing Yi sat in front of the fire, with his back to the gate, holding a dead branch to make the bonfire more vigorous.

The middle-aged man in a strong suit was a foot away from the man in Tsing Yi, stopped, knelt on one knee, and said with reverence: "Mr. Lu, Ling Jiuxiao didn't wait for Commander Yuwen to bring people into the city first, and Jin Yuwei had all entered the standby state. The people of the six major families and several major gangs on the list have all arrived in Xiangyang City. ”

The man in Tsing Yi was dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, his face was simple, his eyes were slightly open, and his voice was not loud but clearly reached the ears of the middle-aged man, "I know, tell Yu Wenzhuo that within ten days, I want to see him." ”

The man in Tsing Yi didn't dare to raise his head and asked, "Assign all the Golden Feather Guards to Lord Ling and Lord Yuwen, sir, are you here?" ”

"Leave me alone." The man in Tsing Yi slowly closed his eyes. "Go ahead."

The people in Tsing Yi didn't dare to say much, saluted respectfully, bowed their heads and retreated.

Outside the Taoist temple, one after another commands are taking advantage of the night to efficiently rush to their respective locations.

......

A similar scene occurred in a small courtyard in Xiangyang City, in the passenger boats of Hanshui outside Xiangyang City, and in many unknown corners of Xiangyang City......

In the darkness, the forces of all parties continue to be silent, or are ready to attack, or have quietly stretched out their tentacles, and everyone is waiting for the moment when the curtain opens.

Xiangyang City is like a reef in the waves, and the forces of all sides are constantly converging and beating at it, and then it is either powdered or destroyed.

......

Inside the city, on the pine crane tower.

Li Bai held the sword in his chest, endured the injuries in his body, forcibly attracted the true qi, took a step forward, and attracted all the murderous aura of Chu Yidao, in case Chu Yidao's internal force was released to directly injure Li Ping.

Just now, Li stabbed out with an iron chisel and folded back to his waist, which really surprised Li Bai.

This Li Bai is arrogant by nature, although there are many heroes in the world, there are not many people who are regarded as equals. After Lu Jin met Li Ping by chance, he began to think that he was just an interesting teenager, but he gradually became a confidant when he drank wine and discussed poetry.

Seeing Li Ping's talent today, Li Bai was proud of his young friend, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Although there are regrets, weak emotions will not appear in Li Bai's heart after all. With a plan in his heart, Li Bai straddled to the right side with a long body, holding a sword in both hands, and a sword slashed out from the bottom to the top, slashing at Chu Yi's armpit at a tricky angle.

With this move, Li Bai's style changed, and the original smooth swordsmanship became poignant and treacherous, and the flaws on his body gradually increased with the handing of the long sword. Unlike the life-threatening fight with Qiu Tiecheng just now, Li Bai at this time was completely disregarding his life in order to win with one move. In the eyes of everyone upstairs, it was just like a shikinagi rushing towards a hungry wolf, just to draw a blood mark on the hungry wolf's body.

Li Bai's sword is fast, and Chu Yi's sword is faster.

In the midst of the strange laughter, the long sword was fought, blocking Li Bai's blow, but he completely ignored Li Ping on his side, leaving the empty and unguarded back to Li Ping, and facing Li Bai sideways, the long sword seemed to break through the void, appearing in all kinds of flaws on Li Bai's body.

One move, another move.

The gap in the realm was reflected again, and there were more than a dozen finger-length openings on Li Bai's clothes, and the openings were exactly the same size. After a few moments, blood gushed out, staining the whole body red along the opening of the clothes. Through the bleeding wounds on the body, you can faintly see the white color of the bones inside, and the sword is bone-piercing, but it is not fatal.

Ling Chi.

Chu Yidao's move is called Ling Chi.

Li Baiqiang endured a frustration that was more serious than the sword wound, straightened his body again, and pointed the long sword in his palm at the evil god in the field without moving, and kept attracting Chu Yidao's killing intent.

Li Ping, on the other side, looked at Chu Yidao, who was gradually expanding the gap behind him, and knew that this was another chance for Chu Yidao to give himself, a chance to let himself out of the iron drill.

He knew that with the iron drill in his hand, he really couldn't have any impact on Chu Yidao.

However, there is still one more chance for him, a one in 10,000 chance.

Left hand.

The left hand, which he practiced faster than his right hand.

Li Ping once had a lot of ideas, from a little vanity, like Jing Wuming's idea, to be able to one day as a life-saving killer to tell his opponent with a smile that his left hand is faster than his right hand.

However, when Li Bai rushed towards Chu Yidao again in the posture of a moth to the fire, Li Ping could no longer wait.

The flaw, the flaw of the master of the Eight Realms, is also an untouchable thick wall for Li Ping.

The flaws don't have to be physical......

"Stop." After the figures in the field flew around, two broken drinks sounded at the same time.

"I'll tell you to stop." In the red figure's position, Zheng Aya'er, who was originally at the table in the distance, was holding a long sword, and was pointing at Chu Yidao, who had a slightly confused look, and shouted again.

Obviously, Zheng Aya'er's appearance and position were not expected by Chu Yidao at all, and he was a little puzzled.

However, when his eyes crossed over Zheng Aya'er, the scene behind the red figure came into view, and the incomprehension that had not yet faded was immediately replaced by a deeper anger.